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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 10, 2020 10:36:18 GMT -5
Richard Morrigen pursued the enemy in the center, cutting many down as they fled. It was another glorious victory. ---- Lord Lester Morrigen was pleased. He had driven the enemy from the field once again, but this time as the commander in chief of the army. He broke off, still mounted on his by now dread war horse, and proceeded to the back of the line. His bloodied sword was resting on his shoulder and his visor was raised. He had heard horns behind his force but since he knew no enemies would be coming from that direction, he could only assume Arryn had rejoined him, or else reinforcements from King's Landing. His squire rode by his side with half a dozen household knights. He not longer looked to be a minor lord, but perhaps the most important lord of the Stormlands. He broke through the trees once more, heading north with his entourage. He spotted Arryn banners and made for them. His armor, banners, and sword was stained with blood and gore. "Well met, my Lord Arryn. You just missed this latest battle, but I am happy to say that it has been won all the same." Lord Arryn remarks as he dismounts from his horse. Now where would the rebel Waters go...Harrold's outriders had found where he came from and it was somewhere to the south of Rainwood. Peace has been secured with Dorne, so our efforts must be doubled to find out where he went.Harrold turns to a knight. Send outriders along the southern coast!
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 10, 2020 16:02:38 GMT -5
Eddard Umber exhaled, his man suffered but he had come out victorious, al be it with minor injury. Alas it was nothing of a bother for the bear of the North as he helped his comrades up and ordered them to loot from whom they could. The other commanders of the victorious army could find Umber on a wagon where dead men of Last Hearth where being loaded up on.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 10, 2020 17:55:08 GMT -5
Richard Morrigen pursued the enemy in the center, cutting many down as they fled. It was another glorious victory. ---- Lord Lester Morrigen was pleased. He had driven the enemy from the field once again, but this time as the commander in chief of the army. He broke off, still mounted on his by now dread war horse, and proceeded to the back of the line. His bloodied sword was resting on his shoulder and his visor was raised. He had heard horns behind his force but since he knew no enemies would be coming from that direction, he could only assume Arryn had rejoined him, or else reinforcements from King's Landing. His squire rode by his side with half a dozen household knights. He not longer looked to be a minor lord, but perhaps the most important lord of the Stormlands. He broke through the trees once more, heading north with his entourage. He spotted Arryn banners and made for them. His armor, banners, and sword was stained with blood and gore. "Well met, my Lord Arryn. You just missed this latest battle, but I am happy to say that it has been won all the same." Lord Arryn remarks as he dismounts from his horse. Now where would the rebel Waters go...Harrold's outriders had found where he came from and it was somewhere to the south of Rainwood. Peace has been secured with Dorne, so our efforts must be doubled to find out where he went.Harrold turns to a knight. Send outriders along the southern coast! "We had similar problems, My Lord." Morrigen replied. "We were nearly taken by surprise by the bastard's forces, but we had the discipline they lacked and my line held. A shame it seems we have not taken many prisoners. Their back is broken, however. The news you bring from Dorne is joyous. We can pursue the pirates up the coast and wee if we can capture them. They will likely flee into the sea where we cannot follow. In any event, it will soon be time to make our way back to King's Landing to make our reports to the King."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 10, 2020 23:18:32 GMT -5
There is more news to the peace with Dorne, Lord Morrigen.
Harrold states as he turns back to his colleague.
The price of peace requested was to have the pretender, Myrcella, be put in our hands. The Princess Arianne agreed to that term, without hesitation.
Lord Arryn was pleased with this agreement.
She will be arriving in Stonehelm shortly and be escorted to the capital. I have already told His Grace ahead of time. Likely she will be sent to a Sept.
She was a child after all. Stannis wouldn't burn her.
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 12, 2020 11:26:38 GMT -5
Eddard Umber had made a speedy recovery of his leg wound and with a fresh scar, still visible due to the ripped trousers and damaged armor he made his way to Morrigen. To find out where he was needed.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 12, 2020 11:32:04 GMT -5
pontifexWhen the outriders returned, Lord Arryn finds Lester. Aurane Waters has been spotted by Weeping Town. His ships are ready to ferry him away! We must move to intercept!Harrold would depart to order his men into formation and prepare to march.
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Post by ironaquilifer on Aug 12, 2020 16:18:54 GMT -5
Giants, the stormlander laughed as he glanced down at the fresh corpse. Giants in chains. That was surely a story worthy of telling.
"Last Hearth!" snarled one of the not giants still breathing, and battle was rejoined. All around him the forest had turned to chaos. Aurane was to the left, somewhere. That banner of his, raised higher than that of the Baratheon stag, was lost to sight. Where there had been sellswords and the lads of Weeping Town now came crows, nightingales, and giants. With spear and sword and axe they lurched from tree to stormlander to tree, some dying, some killing. And still they came on, and still he stood, knight of Stonehelm.
His blade was red. Had he a myrish reflection Donnel knew that his swans would be red as well, drifting on rivers of blood. But he was alive. Alive where these giants were dead. His blade was red.
"Tommen! Tommen King!" He couldn't see where the voice came from, not as he glanced from one side of the shifting battlefield to the other. Are we winning? Could they have truly managed such a thing? The notion was mad. It had to be mad. And yet they said that water couldn't burn, and the dead did not rise from the dead. He had seen the green flame, hear the trumpet call of Renly once-living. The chivalry of the south had been broken that day, beaten by a monstrosity, a boy, and a dead man.
He didn't see the axe that struck him, hitting with such force that he collapsed into unconsciousness immediately. His dreams were red and green and black.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 12, 2020 19:07:15 GMT -5
Morrigen accompanies Arryn with 200 knights and his own squires.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 12, 2020 21:12:49 GMT -5
Morrigen accompanies Arryn with 200 knights and his own squires. Prior to Lord Morrigen's departure, Lord Caron approaches Lester. My lord, if I may, I would like to depart with the men granted to me by Stannis Baratheon, and request only a few hundred more.Rolland asks his fellow Stormlander. I intend to march West and retake my brother's stronghold of Nightsong from the traitors, House Foote.Hopefully, Lester would allow this and grant him the additional men. OOC: he arrived with 400.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 13, 2020 8:29:09 GMT -5
GandalfpontifexFieldMarshal BismarckironaquiliferThe smaller Arryn host, with the presence of Lester's retinue and some knights, made their way to the vicinity of Weeping Town. Harrold could see the ships of the pirate even before arriving. He could only hope they had arrived, in time, to contest his departure. There were tens of ships here. Waters had quite the fleet to use for his departure. The question was where would they go from here? Many possibilities, but right now, Harrold had to focus on preventing said escape. His host of several thousand men made their approach to Weeping Town, hoping to catch Aurane during his evacuation.
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 13, 2020 11:47:27 GMT -5
Umber sat on his horse, riding near the commanders. Hoping to be able to finish this off.
"Ride hard my lords?" he asked. "So we might still catch them. The pussy's" he grunted.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 14, 2020 14:30:59 GMT -5
Most of the sellswords had already begun to embark, but a dispute between Aurane and the Stormlander nobility had delayed matters considerably. They, understandably, did not wish to leave their lord in the hands of a sellsword across the Narrow Sea, and Arryn's men would approach Weeping Town as they were locked in said dispute.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 14, 2020 14:38:22 GMT -5
Most of the sellswords had already begun to embark, but a dispute between Aurane and the Stormlander nobility had delayed matters considerably. They, understandably, did not wish to leave their lord in the hands of a sellsword across the Narrow Sea, and Arryn's men would approach Weeping Town as they were locked in said dispute. Harrold's men made a steady advance towards Weeping Town. He noticed a force still lingering on the shorelines, bearing the banners of the various Stormlords. The Lord of the Vale turns to his men and waves them forward. Move! Move! Let's cut these sons of bitches right on the shorelines!!He barks as the soldiers quicken their pace in their advance. For King Stannis Baratheon!!His voice was heard over the commanders urging their men onward.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 14, 2020 18:05:19 GMT -5
Arryn came up upon the walls of Weeping Town and ordered his men into a siege camp. Outriders went about their duties, keeping an eye on the coastlines and around the encampment in case Aurane planned another trap. Harrold had to think of a way to enter the walls without losing too many men. For now, however, his men went about preparing for a siege.
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Post by ironaquilifer on Aug 16, 2020 15:42:35 GMT -5
Gandalf Giant. The knight flinched, turning his eyes towards the approaching foe. Blood dripped from his wounds, the great rending fissure that castle steel had torn from his body. The northman's eye blinked, its twin missing. "Last Hearth!" Donnel shivered as the ghost disappeared, turning to air and light and wind where it had once strode in flesh and bone. In its place stood a peasant, knuckles white as he craddled an axe. He could not tell the sigil on his breast for the mud that caked him. Yet the man, possibly of an age with the knight, had not left his side since the Rainwood. It had been by his strength that Swann had survived the battle, driven to dark mindlessness by a heavy blow. A heavy blow that refused to let him heal, as still Donnel could feel his vitality drip from his scalp like yesterday's rain from the leaves. All around him shuddered the remnants of Tommen's army, that band of true sons and oathless mercenaries. Now he could not tell the difference between the two. What did his family ties mean, now that he could not return home? And what did oaths mean, when theirs was simply to struggle for just a day of breath? "We cannot lay down our arms," the knight announced, with what strength he could manage. The stormlanders had broken down into bickering, now that they had been bested by their neighbours. That was common for his people, who would have bled white if the foe were Dornish. "You want to burn on a witch's pyre? Live today, and let us make plans on the morrow. Our tide will come favourable only when we decree it." He turned, looking back towards where their pursuer was advancing. "Get on the ships. We will return another day with strength renewed." The knight of Stonehelm put word into action, and with the heavy shoulders of a man defeated, set about getting those who could fit onto the ships.
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