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Post by Magnate Lucius on May 16, 2023 15:06:21 GMT -5
Location: Sow's Horn
Royal Army - 20,427 men
4,086 Archers
12,256 Footmen
2,042 Light Horse
2,043 Heavy Horse
Reachmen Army - 18,824 men
3764 Archers
11,292 Footmen
1882 Light Horse
1882 Heavy Horse
Dornish Army - 20,000 Men
6,000 Archers
11,000 Spearmen(Footmen)
4,000 Light Horse
1,000 Heavy Horse
Commander(s)
Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone
Jon Connington, Lord of Griffin's Roost, Commander of the Royal Army
Lord Mace Tyrell
Oberyn Martell
Lewyn Martell
Richard Lonmouth
Myles Mooton
Stats
Warfare - +1
Charisma - +2
Subterfuge - +0
Command - +2
Perception - +1
Mace Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Mander, Lord of Highgarden, Defender of the Marches, High Marshal of the Reach, and Warden of the South.
Stats
3 Charisma
2 Warfare
1 Perception
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Post by Gandalf on May 17, 2023 1:44:08 GMT -5
Some days after the Reachman host arrives, Mace Tyrell seeks out the Hand of the King
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Post by Magnate Lucius on May 20, 2023 11:35:26 GMT -5
Some days after the Reachman host arrives, Mace Tyrell seeks out the Hand of the King Mace would find the Hand in his tent, surveying reports from the scouts. The young Connington was giving orders to those nobles and retainers that served as officers. One of his guards brings the Lord Paramount of the Mander into the tent. Lord Tyrell.Jon bows his head slightly to the ruler of the Reach. My thanks for bringing a host of Reachmen to reinforce the Royal Army for our advance into the Riverlands.He slams his palm down upon a map of the region. We will surely catch this errant rebel and his confederates!
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Post by Gandalf on May 22, 2023 6:22:31 GMT -5
Mace Tyrell had decided that he hated battle. No glory, just mud, blood, sweat, and death. For the first time in his life he has killed a man, driving his lance point home through the throat of a son or other of Lord Vance. The lance had shattered on impact, jolting his arm in pain as blood sprayed onto his gilded green armour. It had taken hours for his squire to get the stains out. That fine sword he had worn was also ruined, with several of the small emeralds from the crossguard dislodged by some axe-wielding fool that had sought to pull him from the saddle. That made two men that he had killed, after he’d given the man the sharp end of the blade for his trouble.
”What now, Lord Hand? I dare say I had the bastards on the run. Traitors in our ranks have surely seen us defeated.”
Mace harrumphed in frustration, and glanced at the Crownlander lords that had fled first suspiciously.
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Post by Royal Joker on May 24, 2023 13:47:06 GMT -5
GandalfA messenger arrives from the south at the royal camp, dressed in the red and green of House Tarly. He comes bearing a message for Lord Mace Tyrell.
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Post by Gandalf on May 25, 2023 15:45:30 GMT -5
A few hundred men ride up the Kingsroad from the south, led by the royal standard the three headed drake. A parade of gonfalons tread in the wake of the red beast's wings; all manner of beasts danced to the tune of the wind on colourful cloth.
"Prince Rhaegar!" A sentry called, spotting the Prince of Dragonstone at the column's head, silvery mane flowing in the spring breeze. Today he wore mail and boiled leather, but the squire riding the courser behind surely carried the famed black and ruby plate that he had sported at every tourney list in the Seven Kingdoms. Men came out to stare and cheer, ready to finally be led into war by one of the blood royal. A herald announced his arrival before Connington's tend, and the Hand of the King was swiftly summoned to meet with the Prince forthwith.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on May 25, 2023 21:04:07 GMT -5
”What now, Lord Hand? I dare say I had the bastards on the run. Traitors in our ranks have surely seen us defeated.”Mace harrumphed in frustration, and glanced at the Crownlander lords that had fled first suspiciously. Jon Connington sat upon a stool as a healer tended to the wound upon his shoulder. Damned Baratheon... Seven Hells to him and his rebel lot. They had the advantage in securing the right ground, but the tenacity of the rebels was too much. Already, a raven arrived, speaking of his demotion from position as Hand of the King, a sign of favor lost by Aerys II. He winces as the arrow was removed before looking at Lord Tyrell. Baratheon's men are more spirited it seems... Stormlanders have always been a hardy lot.He winced again as more was removed and the stitching could begin. Damn the lot of them... damn these rebels...Only then did he turn when the news of Prince Rhaegar's arrival was made known. A herald announced his arrival before Connington's tend, and the Hand of the King was swiftly summoned to meet with the Prince forthwith. After his wound was fully dressed, the Stormlander made his way to the presence of the Prince... upon seeing Rhaegar, his heart leapt with joy! The Prince of Dragonstone stood as a mighty and gallant figure upon his steed. The men's hopes were even raised high by the appearance of the dashing Targaryen, the prince who would one day succeed his father to the Iron Throne. Not a man had been seen since the days of Baelor Breakspear, Aemon the Dragonknight, Daeron the Young Dragon, nor the Conqueror himself! The sight of Rhaegar caused Jon to feel happiness, for there was a man he would follow to the grave. Approaching the Prince, Lord Connington stepped forward and got on one knee, straight into trodden earth. My Prince...He speaks. My Prince... I have failed you and your father in capturing the errant rebel. For that, I hang my head in shame.Lowered his head thus. But seeing you, my Prince, brings warmth to my heart and a much needed smile to me and my men who failed at Stoney Sept. What is your commander, Sire?
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Post by Gandalf on May 26, 2023 3:29:07 GMT -5
Rhaegar, still atop his horse, gestured for Connington to rise with a wave of the hand. ”You have failed none, Lord Jon. Though my father has replaced thee as his Hand, you have done yourself no dishonour.”
The Prince dismounted, then handed the reins off to a serving man. Soon enough a tent was being erected, the royal standard placed deep into the dirt outside.
”We must take the fight to our foe, who has been allowed to sit for too long in open arms against my Father.” He raised his voice to carry further. ”Lord Connington. Take our horse and find a site to face our foe along the Blackwater. We shall fight and defeat my cousin along its banks. Let us settle this forthrightly, as men.”
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