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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 19, 2020 9:20:29 GMT -5
Devan paused in fighting, after cutting down a Riverlander, as horns sounded from the South and West. His expression became blank as the bells rang loudly across King's Landing. The walls were broken. The Lord Commander quickly rose up to the gatehouse and grabbed a horn, blowing it as hard as he could for the Dragon and Iron Gates to hear. It was the sound to retreat, for all troops to fall back into the streets and defend the way to the Red Keep. The walls were lost.
"Men, pursue!" commanded the Lord of Riverrun The first part of the battle was done; now the Red Keep remained, where the Dragon had made his lair. The banners of the Riverlords made their way to the infamous castle
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 19, 2020 9:51:51 GMT -5
Fucking Lannister...Sword and dagger in hand Osney reached Devan Lannister, just as the company started to waver, men sliding from the fringes of the formation, scurrying through alleys and hiding in houses and empty shops, just as the war horns and clarions of the enemy loomed behind like a symbol of inminent doom. The Lord Commander could hardly keep the men from running away and when he was more exposed Kettleback slaughtered the man next to him, a red cloak, and then landed a blow on Lannister: however, the man had instinctively moved slightly when the blood splattered over his plate and the sword only grazed his temple and sliced off half the ear -covering the golden mane in red-. Devan Lannister commands as the men began to rush back into the city. The Red Cloaks were now beginning a more organized retreat than the Goldcloaks. Damn it, thought Lannister, if only I had more time to drill them! They were truly cowards once before when Baratheon attacked the city, and again, they became cowards. Lannister should have nuked the ranks and rebuild them from scratch! His peripherals notice someone approaching, causing him to turn and see Kettleback. Ser Kettleback! Fall back through Flea Bottom. Get the enemy to-He pauses as a Red Cloak was cut down by the Captain and the sword came straight for Devan. He wasn't able to raise his sword quickly enough, but managed to move. Still, his temple was grazed and his ear cut in half by Kettleback's sword. Devan stumbled back, but kept his footing one hand covered his ear. He looks at the blood, then at Osfryd. It was you...Devan states, recalling the murder of Humfrey Waters. It was you!Lannister raises his sword into place. A lion doesn't go down that easily, Kettleback!Devan charges and causes their swords to come to blows a few times. Parry met with parry for a few bouts. However, his own blade was able to make contact when an opening was made and his sword cut into his assailant's side, piercing the flesh good. Lannister would not die here! He would die with his men, not at the hands of an assassin! ================================= Lord Arryn had some of his nobles clear up the streets of captured Golden Company mercenaries to allow his men to charge into the city. These men were brought back to Baratheon's encampment, several thousand of them in total, to await judgment by the victorious king. Down the main street came the Arryn host that entered the city with Harrold. They charged forward, seeking to join Baratheon in the final stages of battle. ================================= If Aegon Targaryen were a conscious, the Red Keep would have likely not fallen. In the end, the defending contingent throws down its banners and swords before the gate opens at the command of Stannis Baratheon. The defenders were tired of this war. Without their King, they were nothing. It was at this moment that Stannis would learn of Aegon's condition, which had existed since the end of Sow's Horn.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jul 19, 2020 11:22:57 GMT -5
Stannis Baratheons men were forced back as hot oil fell upon their crews, causing many to scream and shout from the burning sensation. The gate held firm as the oil and arrows prevented any crews from touching it. Then a fierce fighting erupt, causing the items to stop being thrown. Massey's men had managed to charge and cut through the defenders, upon the wall, from their tower and force the defenders off of it. The gatehouse' banner, bearing the Targaryen dragon, was cut and allowed to fall. The King's Gate was open moments later. Massey led the men on the walls with happy purpose, carving up the Goldcloaks and other Targaryen troops who still barred their advance like turkeys and clearing a path to the gatehouse Horpe was now assaulting in the King's name. Said King had joined them, adding hundreds more swords to their onslaught until the last of the defenders had fallen and they could topple the dragon banner from above the King's Gate. While Justin was busy trying to pull his sword from a fallen Goldcloak's chest, his men had turned the right gears to open the gates, and soon the better part of Stannis' army would pour into the streets while the garrison fled ahead of them in total disarray. The day was as good as won. Stannis had wasted no time in descending into the city proper, to mount his steed and lead the troops in sealing their victory. But Justin, for his part, thought that this was a good time to stop and take a break - after all, they had pretty much won the battle, so why continue in such a hurry instead of resting his aching muscles? He leaned against a wall and lifted his visor, inhaling deep breaths as he did, and had a squire bring him a waterskin, which he promptly drained in record time. He would eventually follow the King into the streets and toward Aegon's Hill, to be sure, but did so at a leisurely pace, trailing behind and spending more time jesting or cheering with the victorious Baratheon army than he did fighting the enemy. Of which there were few, it seemed to him, as Targaryen morale had disintegrated and the defense collapsed on all fronts. With the gates being forced open, and the defenders retreating from the walls, the High Sparrow had little choice. Word was sent by his lieutenants, Septons and favored commoners, for their piety, to the various groups within the Flea Bottom and to his Warrior's Sons. They were told to stand down in the wake of the overwhelming might of Stannis' support. If weapons were drawn, then blood would be shed and would likely be hard to stop once done. With this deed, both the Golden Company and the Faith Militant, which were two of the strongest groups defending King's Landing, had surrendered to the banners and troops of King Baratheon. Sandor had waited at the barricades of Flea Bottom with other Poor Fellows, sword drawn and face shadowed beneath his kettle hat's rim, for the armies of the Stag and his friends to come knocking. But instead of a troop of Baratheon or Stark or Arryn or Tully soldiers, the first outsider to approach their position was an unarmed and unarmored septon in all white, and he brought no violence but rather an order not to engage in it; the Poor Fellows and Warrior's Sons had to stand down, it was said, because Stannis' army had overwhelmed the city defenses and further resistance was not only futile, but liable to risk the very smallfolk they were protecting. Some of the Poor Fellows grumbled, but they ultimately all sheathed their clubs or axes or blades when their commanding lieutenant agreed to obey the orders of the Voice of the Seven, Clegane included. Soon the Hound would disappear into the masses of poor people living in the capital's poorest district, without killing even one person - a rarity that he would have barely been able to imagine just a few short years ago.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 19, 2020 12:33:17 GMT -5
Fucking Lannister...Sword and dagger in hand Osney reached Devan Lannister, just as the company started to waver, men sliding from the fringes of the formation, scurrying through alleys and hiding in houses and empty shops, just as the war horns and clarions of the enemy loomed behind like a symbol of inminent doom. The Lord Commander could hardly keep the men from running away and when he was more exposed Kettleback slaughtered the man next to him, a red cloak, and then landed a blow on Lannister: however, the man had instinctively moved slightly when the blood splattered over his plate and the sword only grazed his temple and sliced off half the ear -covering the golden mane in red-. Devan Lannister commands as the men began to rush back into the city. The Red Cloaks were now beginning a more organized retreat than the Goldcloaks. Damn it, thought Lannister, if only I had more time to drill them! They were truly cowards once before when Baratheon attacked the city, and again, they became cowards. Lannister should have nuked the ranks and rebuild them from scratch! His peripherals notice someone approaching, causing him to turn and see Kettleback. Ser Kettleback! Fall back through Flea Bottom. Get the enemy to-He pauses as a Red Cloak was cut down by the Captain and the sword came straight for Devan. He wasn't able to raise his sword quickly enough, but managed to move. Still, his temple was grazed and his ear cut in half by Kettleback's sword. Devan stumbled back, but kept his footing one hand covered his ear. He looks at the blood, then at Osfryd. It was you...Devan states, recalling the murder of Humfrey Waters. It was you!Lannister raises his sword into place. A lion doesn't go down that easily, Kettleback!Devan charges and causes their swords to come to blows a few times. Parry met with parry for a few bouts. However, his own blade was able to make contact when an opening was made and his sword cut into his assailant's side, piercing the flesh good. Lannister would not die here! He would die with his men, not at the hands of an assassin! Said Kettleback swinging the blade, the steel clashing and ringing in the alley. The guard, in a full rout, would no longer care who killed who and ran for their lives. The Lannister managed to cut his ribs, through the boiled leather and mail hauberk, cutting and breaking the rings where the blade had hit, he avoided something worse by parrying it with the dagger, but the smaller blade fell from his grip. Osney grunted.
"You got lucky... but not again, bitch"
Osney used his elbow to push away Lannister, breaking his nose in the process. Kettleback fought very crudely, like a butcher working his way with a piece of meat, but he was utterly ruthless, very strong and was quite astute, using everything into his advantage. He ripped his cloak from his shoulders and used it against Devan, trying to tangle his sword's arm.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 19, 2020 13:16:27 GMT -5
"I've shit'ed men better than you, whoreson"Said Kettleback swinging the blade, the steel clashing and ringing in the alley. The guard, in a full rout, would no longer care who killed who and ran for their lives. The Lannister managed to cut his ribs, through the boiled leather and mail hauberk, cutting and breaking the rings where the blade had hit, he avoided something worse by parrying it with the dagger, but the smaller blade fell from his grip. Osney grunted. "You got lucky... but not again, bitch"Osney used his elbow to push away Lannister, breaking his nose in the process. Kettleback fought very crudely, like a butcher working his way with a piece of meat, but he was utterly ruthless, very strong and was quite astute, using everything into his advantage. He ripped his cloak from his shoulders and used it against Devan, trying to tangle his sword's arm. Devan felt his arm being tangled by the cloak worn by Kettleback. The Lannister pulled and pulled, but his arm would not bunch. Bastard... BASTARD!He bellows as his free hand comes forth and punches Kettleback three times in the face, trying to get the injured assailant off of his person. Yet, with each lunge forward and back, his person drew closer to both Kettleback and the blade held within his hand. Devan did his best to struggle, but the cloak was wrapped tight. Then a sickening cut was felt, a subtle sound heard as Osfryd's sword cut through Devan's armor and through his person. Lannister coughed suddenly, causing blood to be thrown out of his mouth. Damn you...Devan mutters as the arm being used to punch Kettleback went limp from the sudden lack of energy. This cut was not a mere flesh wound, this was a fatal blow. There was no recovery, no future with this. This was it. This was... no! This was not going to end like this! Lannister's eyes flared to life as he looks up at Osfryd. I am not even gonna give you a chance to laugh!He bellows, coughing up more blood. His right gripped the Kettleback's arm to prevent him from moving as his left hand reaches to draw a dagger from behind his person. The next thing to happen was the sharp, and small, blade being whipped around and piercing Osfryd in the side of his neck. Devan repeated the stab over and over again, aiming into the neck. Lannister barks over and over again. DIE! DIE! DIE!! YOU ARE COMING TO THE SEVEN HELLS WITH ME!!If Lannister was going down, so was Kettleback!
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Post by oznerol on Jul 19, 2020 13:39:03 GMT -5
"FU--"
Kettleback fell over Devan, vomiting blood over the Lannister as Lannister's own innards spilled on the ground most gruesomely and both fell one over the other, and in a moment they were as dead as they could possibly be. Their faces were but an inch apart as they were intimate, their blades lodged into each other's body. They were to be found like that, tangled in death, with hate in their cold lifeless eyes, in a gore embrace. Thus ended the tale of a Lion who killed a kettle and had been killed in turn by the kettle back. Such is the folly of man. To die and die again for naught. A cat looked silent from a barrell as the blood covered the paved alley like a crimson carpet. But he did find it uninteresting and ran after a little mouse because he was most hungry.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 20, 2020 8:34:59 GMT -5
Days after the battle was done and won a vast host in the many thousands covered the Roseroad. A forest of banners and standards covered the field as long as the gaze could see, including the Peakes, Ashford, Ambrose, Hightower, Merryweather, Bulwer, Meadows, Roxton and dozens more. The power of the Reach stood at a distance from the capital in a breathtaking display of power: Tyrells, even when diminished, could field almost as many men as Stannis had at the moment. The large army was apparently led by none other but Ser Garlan Tyrell, who had broken the Kraken and slayed him in personal combat, the same who had routed the man now sitting at the Iron Throne.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 20, 2020 12:07:35 GMT -5
Stannis rose out with his armies arrayed behind him, surrounded by his new Kingsguard and the red-and-black clad knights of the Flaming Heart. The King was in plate and mail once more, albeit it had been repaired and polished by the Street of Steel’s finest. Atop his antlered helmet rested a gilded crown of flames, and around his waist Lightbringer was fastened. A retainer carried Blackfyre, still in the scabbard, the Conqueror’s sword among the greatest of the spoils of victory. With the Hand at his left and the Priestess at his right, Stannis was followed by the closest of his knights and vassals as they approached their counterpart.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 20, 2020 12:28:54 GMT -5
Garlan rode at the head of a numerous company of lords, all of them wearing the most flamboyant armors and crests and emblazoned surcoats. To add salt to injury, Tyrell was wearing the green suit of armor that once had been Renly's, enamelled in green and chased in gold, but the antlers were gone and the helmet was only topped by a coronet. Garlan had his head naked, the brown curls falling down the ears and the beard carefully trimmed, his honey-like eyes followed Stannis as he closed by. Twin golden roses, Mace's second son, displayed on the unfurled banner held by his Redwyne squire. And this one, the Gallant, was large and strong, unlike the crippled Willas.
"Hail, Stannis! I believe you have my brother with you"
He said, raising a hand clad in a riveted gauntled. Tyrell's eyes were inquisitive. There was a second banner fluttering in the wind, one with the seven-pointed star, blessed by the septons in Oldtown and handed to Garlan as prove of his victories over the Ironborn heathens. And a third, depicting a kraken tangled by roots and pierced by many thorns, golden roses flowering from its dismembered corpse.
"If you do, then I bet he bent his knee the best he could"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 20, 2020 12:46:46 GMT -5
”Ser Garlan. Lord Willas bent the knee, and assured me you would do the same.”
The King raised his visor, deep-sunken gaze twisted into a frown.
”I see you brought an audience for your fealty. I did not take you for a man of vanity.”
Stannis glanced momentarily at the Kraken banner, faintly bemused. Baratheon had smashed the Ironborn at sea, where they were strongest. Few still sung of that deed, nor paraded it around on a flag.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 20, 2020 13:02:37 GMT -5
”Ser Garlan. Lord Willas bent the knee, and assured me you would do the same.”The King raised his visor, deep-sunken gaze twisted into a frown. ”I see you brought an audience for your fealty. I did not take you for a man of vanity.”Stannis glanced momentarily at the Kraken banner, faintly bemused. Baratheon had smashed the Ironborn at sea, where they were strongest. Few still sung of that deed, nor paraded it around on a flag. Said Garlan, without sentiment. "He's my liege and my kin and I will not suffer any indignity befalling him"He looks around. "I think we're almost even, man by man, sword by sword. It would have not been... kind to either you or me"Tyrell placed both hands on the saddle's pommel. "I've heard the last Greyjoy is sworn to you now, tell her to return my uncle Garth to me, like any other prisoners they might have, bannermen of mine. Tell her to give up the Arbor to my ships and men, for my uncle Paxter. Tell her she should pay reparations, return the taken loot and compensate for every woman and child her monster of an uncle killed wantonly"
His eyes wander around, seizing the army behind Stannis. "I heard you defeated the men who killed my father, for that I'm grateful, that now the betrayer Tarly is bound for the Wall. That's Justice. But, hand me Rowan so I may judge him for a traitor who joined the mummer's dragon the very second he saw his banners"
Garlan looks at Stannis without flinching. "My sister is in Dorne. I want her back. I will ruin the princedom from the Red Mountains to Plankytown if they harm her"His eyes break eye contact, turning to the background, glancing the city behind. "I wanted to topple that silver-haired whelp myself if you hadn't, to restore the king I swore to serve, by binding oaths, my brother Tommen. But you say he's an abomination born of incest, the High Septon proclaimed as much and he's the voice of the Seven: I have but to comply to that, the gods sanctify it. I will not support Cersei's bastard and will dip my banners to Robert's heir, you, king Stannis, if you meet the terms laid before you"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 21, 2020 4:39:28 GMT -5
”War is kind to none. Many thousands died when I defeated Tarly and the Pretender. But I defeated them all the same, traitor and usurper both.”
The King visibly locked his teeth together, like a snarling hound.
”Bend the knee, Ser. I do not bargain for fealty. Whatever I grant will be done after you give your sword and bend your knee, rather than haggle here like fishwives for eternity.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 21, 2020 8:14:18 GMT -5
”War is kind to none. Many thousands died when I defeated Tarly and the Pretender. But I defeated them all the same, traitor and usurper both.” The King visibly locked his teeth together, like a snarling hound. ”Bend the knee, Ser. I do not bargain for fealty. Whatever I grant will be done after you give your sword and bend your knee, rather than haggle here like fishwives for eternity. He unsheathed the sword and threw it at the feet of the victorious king. The sword clangs when hitting the ground, like a bell. "Here you have it, my sword and my fealty"Garlan said without sentiment. "All hail King Stannis, of House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar. I swear to be loyal and faithful and to offer strenght and counsel in times of need and to have you as my liege and sovereign. I say so on my own name and in the name of all the houses sworn to Highgarden, lords great and small, all shall be returned to the King's peace"The great lords of the Reach that had rode with Tyrell cried out their renewed loyalty to the throne and a score placed their own blades at Baratheon's feet, like their liege lord had done before, swearing their oaths before the victorious pretender.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 21, 2020 18:35:37 GMT -5
”I have need of your counsel, Ser. Despite my misgivings with your late father, I am not blind to my realm’s needs.”
Responded the King, after a moment of lengthy silence. A few of the King’s men came forward to collect their tokens of fealty, scuttling between hooves as the great lords of the kingdom decided the fate of thousands.
”I accept House Tyrell and the Reach back into the King’s Peace, to hold the status they enjoyed under my lawful predecessor Robert Baratheon.”
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Post by oznerol on Jul 22, 2020 4:57:23 GMT -5
”I have need of your counsel, Ser. Despite my misgivings with your late father, I am not blind to my realm’s needs.”Responded the King, after a moment of lengthy silence. A few of the King’s men came forward to collect their tokens of fealty, scuttling between hooves as the great lords of the kingdom decided the fate of thousands. ”I accept House Tyrell and the Reach back into the King’s Peace, to hold the status they enjoyed under my lawful predecessor Robert Baratheon.” Garlan bows. "Then, you shall have it"He gestures to the large host arranged behind him.
"The banners of the Reach shall return to the Reach and be isbanded, so the realm might know peace after so long and my bannermen can return to their homes"
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