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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 16, 2020 11:48:43 GMT -5
Suddenly, sounds of fighting erupted throughout the Red Keep. At first, the guards within the Throne Room thought that Mace had begun his attack, but when a wounded guard rushed in, the news was more dire. The wounded man bore word of men rising from below and attacking from previously unseen passageways! Aurane's sellswords had managed to sneak in several hundred, from the caves below, and managed the tunnels to come out at various corridors. However, when the first doors opened, the sellswords came face to face with patrolling redcloaks. Their sneak attack did not work, but their numbers were able to push outward. Redcloaks and sellswords clashed within the halls of the Red Keep.
Worse news followed as a soldier came forth, reporting that the way to Tommen Baratheon was blocked by fighting. The child King was effectively cut from his mother, the Kingsguard with the Queen Regent, and Margaery Tyrell. The chaos of the Keep would certainly help the Sellswords more so than the Red Cloaks themselves. However, the sellswords themselves do not know that the child king is divided from his family. As they begin fanning out, the sellswords crash rooms and begin their search in earnest. Any who got in their way were cut down.
OOC Notes
Seven hundred Sellswords are attacking the Red Keep vs two hundred and fifty Red Cloaks on the interior(rolling casualties next post).
The other two hundred and fifty Red Cloaks are on the exterior, watching the Reachmen and guarding the walls. Will likely react next post.
Tommen Baratheon - Stuck in the Holdfast
Cersei and Margaery - Located in the Throne Room
One Kingsguard are with Tommen and three with Cersei (including Osmund and Robert Strong)
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 12:03:54 GMT -5
As the sound of the commotion began to erupt, Cersei rose. "God's damn Mace Tyrell!" She screamed. "Ser Strong, Margaery dies if they break through, she will be the first to die." Cersei ordered. "The rest of you men, defend your King!" Cersei clutched for the vials of sweet sleep she had Qyburn prepare and held them close. Mace wouldn't take her alive, or Margaery for that matter. She hurried to a passage to Tommen's chambers, hoping to find it unblocked. Ser Strong grabbed Maergary and dragged her along.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2020 12:09:29 GMT -5
Kettleback, unsure about what was happening, tried to follow the queen dowager's orders, but she seemed hysterical. In any case, he tried to ascertain if there was a way out, cause his hide was certainly more valuable to him than Cersei's: loyalty can only go so far and Osmund was no knight in shinning mail, well, actually he was, but as a manner of speech, he was not. Kettleback's white enamelled plate and white cloak would surely paint a target on his back, but he was a member of the Kingsguard, not a fool with a spear or a mace, so he unsheathed the longsword ready to disembowel any who dared crossing him.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 16, 2020 12:54:51 GMT -5
Margaery felt the blood drain from her body as confusion at the commotion turned to fear as Cersei cried out orders. It could not be her father, how could he have found a way into the Red Keep so soon? Who else could it be? She had little time to think more of it when Ser Strong came toward her. She backed off in terror, eyes fixed on the giant, silent knight.
"Oh by the gods no... Seven save me. Cersei, listen to me! This can't be my father's men, he's too much of an idiot and a coward to have found a secret way into the keep and risk my life in the process. Please Cersei, please don't do this!"
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 13:48:11 GMT -5
Cersei paused, not because she believed Maergery but because this might be the Sparrow's work. If it was it gave her the perfect reason to root him out and destroy him once and for all. "Who else could it possibly be? Up until a week ago any sane man would tell you that your father would be too cowardly to try to depose me and yet here we are, Maergery, here we are!" She began laughing hysterically, tears flowing from her eyes.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 16, 2020 14:53:29 GMT -5
"Anyone! The Faith despises you, there's a Targaryen pretender to the south, the Ironborn rule the waves and Stannis has seemingly triumphed in the North! How many enemies does the Iron Throne has at this point?! By the gods Cersei, listen to reason for once! I can convince my father to end this madness, he'll take the black and you'll have 40,000 swords at your disposal! For the love of the gods, I'll agree to anything! Just please, don't kill me!"
The desperation in her voice was clear. Tears were streaming down her face, and she fell as she tried to get away from Robert Strong. She looked miserable, and her facade began to crack under the pressure of being stuck with a mad woman who all too clearly would inflict every pain upon her before killing her.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 15:06:02 GMT -5
"Stay silent if you want to live! Pray to your precious gods who love you so well that my son lives and pray that your father's men are beaten back." Cersei's eyes were wide as they rounded a corner. They were still far from Maegor's, all things considered. There were some corpses strewn along the corridor, soldiers, serving women, stable boys, all variety of persons. "Tommen! Oh Tommen where are you???"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 16, 2020 17:06:22 GMT -5
The calls of the Queen brought forth sellswords that had blocked off the way to the Holdfast. Their presence was noticed when a body of a Red Cloak fell into view at a corridor juncture. Several men gathered at the juncture, with weapons at hand. "Yes-yes!" one of the man said with a grin on his face. "That must that der Queenie we need to get," a deeper voice spoke. "Oi!" A voice from a corridor was heard. "We found the Queen here!!" With that said, the sellswords charged forward, aiming to cut down her guard and claim the queen.
The first men who charged were cut down with ease by the Kingsguard around Cersei. However, the second wave of them seemed to cause a bit of struggle, which resulted in Ser Meryn Trant to be wounded in the side. Finally more came down the hallway, pushing back the Kingsguard that remained and forcing them back. "Oi! Get the Queen!" One bellowed as they pushed through in an attempt to get Cersei Lannister. However, the Kingsguard, the one remaining, managed to stave them off and fall back in good order. Ser Trant was able to be recovered as some Red Cloaks came up behind, a couple pulling him to safety. Still, there was the unaccounted Ser Loras Tyrell, last known to be recovering, and Ser Blount was with the King Tommen last they recalled.
(@jokern: Loras Tyrell got a roll of 10, so he is still recovering, and stable, but may not be fit for fighting for long if you choose to have him fight)
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Fierce fighting broke out between the Sellswords and the Red Cloaks throughout the interior of the Red Keep. Despite not being surprised, the Red Cloaks were not fairing well at all. The Sellswords were far more experienced compared to these Lannister guards. Blood ran through the corridors as they slashed through many handfuls before one of their own fell. Despite their vigor, the mercenaries still lost a great number of their own. It wasn't till fifty of their own fell that a wounded man came running out of the interior, screaming of enemies within the Red Keep. Unsure of how to best handle this situation, the commander of the guard orders a hundred men into the Red Keep, but ensures some remain at their posts to keep a lookout. They were not aware if this was Mace's doing or not after all.
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Tommen remained hidden for now as the Sellswords searched high and low for him. Within the Holdfast, Ser Blount readied himself at the bedroom of the King, sword drawn and at the ready. Several servants had grabbed various means to fight too. Little Tommen was scared, holding his kitties close as the fighting ensued.
Updated OOC Notes
635 Sellswords are attacking the Red Keep vs 165 Red Cloaks on the interior. Another 100 are being redeployed to help defend.
150 Red Cloaks are on the exterior, watching the Reachmen and guarding the walls.
Tommen Baratheon - Stuck in the Holdfast
Cersei escapes capture and Margaery still hasn't been found
One Kingsguard (Blount) are with Tommen, two with Cersei (Osmund and a wounded Trant), Strong with Margaery, Loras Tyrell unaccounted for
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 17:59:23 GMT -5
Watching the men fall before her Kingsguard gave Cersei hope. "Continue on, to the King!" She ordered. She grabbed Maergery by the wrist, dragging her along. "You were right." She said shaking her head, almost unbelieving. "These are not your father's men." Maergery now knew she was free of the menace of Ser Strong. "May the Others take them, who sent them?" Not even Stannis would sink so low. "The Pretender to the south, most like." Cersei now knew she must do her best to keep Maergery alive, she would be a witness to this attack and relay the truth to her idiot father and the Sparrows outside, if she lived. If Aegon had sent these men they would gain nothing from killing Mace Tyrell's daughter. Tommen would be dead though, and so would she. "You must tell them what happened here if I'm killed. This must be Aegon's doing." She did not even know if Maergery knew what she was talking about. "They will kill me, and they will kill Tommen. Do you understand?!"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2020 18:06:04 GMT -5
Kettleback grunted as he plunged his gauntlet into someone's face, breaking his teeth and killing him. The sword was slippery with blood and guts and the enamelled plate was stained, from chesplate to the pointy sabatons. The leg armor was red almost to the ankle and the enamelled surface had the white paint chirped and dented at places, where sword and axe had hit the strong steel. He removed the dagger from the scabbard and started to fight with both blades at once, trying to make room to ran away. He fought very dirty and somewhat crudely, but he was effective. Osmund had been a sellsword in the Disputed Lands for years, he knew how to fight his own former ilk. The white cloak was getting cumbersome, but he would not get rid of it. A slash to the shoulder made him grunt again, turning heels and slashing from below, entrails dropping heavy on the marbled floor. He had to held several men at once, clashing swords briefly before moving backwards, trying to stave them off long enough. He fought in silence, slashing like a butcher turned knight and like trained both by a rabble rouser and a castle's master-at-arms.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 16, 2020 18:21:56 GMT -5
Their numbers were far too great at this point, even with more Red Cloaks brought in. Tommen was hauled, screaming, from his bedroom after Ser Blount was captured too. The sellswords rush down from the Holdfast, capturing persons left and right they could grab. Ransom was ransom after all. The sellsword captain, within the vicinity of the Holdfast, ordered his men to withdraw now that the young King was captured... from a hidden place, Myrcella had watched as her little brother was snatched and taken away.
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When word came that the young King was captured, the sellswords went on a final surge to capture Queen Cersei. Although Robert Strong was impossible to take, he was a slow fighter against many, but his large body was able to protect Margaery, miraculously. The sellswords gave up on Ser Strong, seeing he was too much to handle, and gunned straight for the Queen herself and her guards. Trant was an easy capture, due to his wound. He was the first to be swarmed and hauled away. Kettleback went down next, after several were killed. His helmet was removed by a hammer blow, with a punch silencing his resistance. And finally, with herself completely exposed, Cersei was grabbed by the sellswords and swiftly taken away.
Among others, the sellswords captured many notables of the Small Council, of the Red Keep, and more and hauled them away.
Initial Captures
Meryn Trant
Osmund Kettleback
Cersei Lannister
Tommen Lannister
Boros Blount
Loras Tyrell
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The sellswords swarmed for their retreating points, aiming to retake the tunnels as they did before. It would be the best time to hit the retreating sellswords and the Red Cloak commanders were right to attempt it. However, the oncoming rush of sellswords was all too much. The chaos was too great for them and, instead, the Red Cloaks floundered and flustered about. Some were able to touch cloth, but nothing solid was grabbed. One by one, the notable captures were hauled down into the tunnels... then the sellswords and red cloaks turned at the sound of a thundering Robert Strong. He barreled down the hall, aiming to reclaim his queen. This time, three of the sellswords were ready and used spears to halt Robert Strong temporarily. By the time he brought through, the hidden door slammed shut and the efforts were all for naught.
Cersei could hear the hammering upon the stone as Ser Strong sought to get to her, but nothing could be done.
Final Captures
Meryn Trant
Osmund Kettleback
Cersei Lannister
Tommen Lannister
Boros Blount
Loras Tyrell
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 18:33:46 GMT -5
"NOOO!!! NOOOO" Cersei screamed as she was taken. She fought as hard as she could, tears streaming from her face. "LET ME GOOO!! LET ME GOOOOO!!" She fumbled at her pocket, seizing upon the vial, she would have to crack it with her teeth and ingest the whole thing, but it would be a sweeter end than whatever these men had planned for her.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2020 18:42:05 GMT -5
Seven hells...
He thought, after cleaving another man. The plate was starting to wear him down and the sellswords were lightly armored and they didn't stop. He trailed back, but the onslaught was too great, two scores of men going after the Queen. Strong was seen literally releasing a man from his upper body, the halves falling with a disgusting sound of splattering entrails. Trant was bleeding, the plate going red from his own blood, and the knight was getting clumsier, leaving Kettleback's flank exposed. The Holdfast was so close... yet so far away...
When saw the sellswords keeping Strong at a lance's distance and playing him he knew they were regally screwed.
Oh, shit me hard, you fuckers...
He swung the sword and dagger, using the edge to reflect the sun and blind opponnents, feigning blows and slashing from below, like a fished gutting an anchovy or an Ibbenese with a whale, and even allowed sellswords to score a hit against his plate, that would hold -or so he hoped- in exchange of gouging out an eye or slashing a few fingers. Trant fell like a damn stone in a pond, dragged down and carried away like a fucking venison. Now he was all that remained. He placed himself between them and the queen, both blades in hand and got close, starting a fight that looked more like a brawl in Flea Bottom than a fancy melee. Kettleback lost the dagger in someone's skull and them fought with fist and sword, keeping them at bay for a moment. But he was now panting, after fighting for what seemed hours, and even if he felled a few his sword was kicked away after he got sloppy fighting several at once. Then, he was brought down, where he was pretty much done for.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
He struggled, to no avail, he got carried away like a cursed cow, his hands and feet tied like an animal. Queen Cersei joined him soon afterwards.
At least I fucked a Queen and wore a fucking white cloak, not so bad.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 16, 2020 19:42:35 GMT -5
"NOOO!!! NOOOO" Cersei screamed as she was taken. She fought as hard as she could, tears streaming from her face. "LET ME GOOO!! LET ME GOOOOO!!" She fumbled at her pocket, seizing upon the vial, she would have to crack it with her teeth and ingest the whole thing, but it would be a sweeter end than whatever these men had planned for her. As the Queen attempted to utilize the bottle, those handling her noticed her moving quite a bit more than usual. One even notices the vial. Oi! What the hell you doing there??The men present stop and look directly at the Queen. Gibe it here, Queenie.The sellsword states.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 19:54:55 GMT -5
Cersei attempts to drink the contents of her vial, to allow a painless death. Gods forgive her, Tommen and Myrcaella forgive her. She had seen what the sacking of cities looked like. She would be raped three dozen times before it was over. Tears streamed from her face. She called out one last time. "Do not hurt them, do not harm them, my children."
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