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Post by Royal Joker on May 18, 2023 0:52:21 GMT -5
Siege of the Bronzegate WIP Commander: Randyll Tarly {Tarly's host}1,804 Heavy Horse
1,804 Light Horse
11,803 Foot
3,803 Archers
Total: 19,214
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Post by Royal Joker on May 21, 2023 12:16:20 GMT -5
Randyll Tarly cursed as he was woken up by the throbbing pain in his left leg. The maester was doing all in his power to bind and stabilize the mangled appendage as best as possible, along with plentiful doses of diluted milk of the poppy. Tarly had seen what the damned medicine did to the senses of lesser men and initially had refused to touch the stuff; however, the pain was too unbearable to suffer through. The diluted version was a compromise and made his days tolerable.
With aid from his squire he exited his tent. The mighty castle of Bronzegate stood before him, the only way to reach Storm's End. A thankless job far away from the real battles; it irked him to no end. He cursed his broken leg and Robert Baratheon, wondering if he would ever sit the saddle as a true warrior worthy of the name Tarly? Randyll gritted his teeth - only time would tell, and until then he had a job to do.
Randyll gazed up at the castle from a safe distance, surrounded by his retainers while discussing strategy. A messenger was sent forward addressed to the castellan of Bronzegate with a simple demand:
Surrender.
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Post by Gandalf on May 21, 2023 12:19:58 GMT -5
After several weeks of siege, Lord Buckler was painfully aware that there was no chance of reinforcement from either north or south. Thus he strikes his banners and surrenders promptly to the assembled Reachmen, riding out personally to hand over the castle.
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Post by Royal Joker on May 22, 2023 16:40:47 GMT -5
Tarly gives the faintest hint of a smile as Lord Buckler surrenders the castle. He will find glory in the Stormlands.
Leaving a garrison of 200 foot and 200 archers to occupy Bronzegate, the Tarly host quickly marches onward.
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