|
|
Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 10:07:36 GMT -5
Here, in Winterfell, Stannis Baratheon gathers what remains of his army and the northern levies for his eventual push south. Those who would follow him are assembled for war, the King awaiting their counsel before the campaign begins anew. {The Kings Host (Harrenhal)}200 Heavy Cavalry
100 knights of the Flaming Heart
4050 Heavy Infantry
5650 Light Infantry
4050 Archers
2250 Light Cavalry
{Edmure Tullys Host (Harrenhal)}
Stannis’ Mercs:
1750 Light Infantry
1250 Heavy Infantry
1250 Archers
750 Light Cavalry
14,700 Riverlands Levies
Total: 19,700
{The Northern Host (At The Vale)}100 Men of Snow:
-100 HI.
900 Men of the Dreadfort.
-500 HI, 200 AR, 100 LI, 100 HC.
1,500 Men of the Wolfswood.
-650 LI, 350 AR, 300 HI, 150 LC, 50 HC.
250 Men of the Bear Isle.
-150 LI, 50 AR, 50 HI.
250 Men of Ironrath.
-200 LI, 50 AR.
500 Men of Cerwyn.
-300 LI, 150 AR, 50 LC
950 Men of Tallhart.
-650 HI, 300 AR
1,000 Men of Hornwood.
-500 LI, 400 HI, 100 HC
500 Men of Cassel.
-400 AR, 100 HI
1,500 Men of the Rills.
-600 LI, 400 HI, 300 LC, 200 HC
2,000 Men of the Barrows.
-1,300 HI, 550 ARC, 150 HC
1,000 Men of Last Hearth.
-800 HI, 200 AR
700 Men of the Flints.
-600 LI, 100 AR
750 Men of the Clans.
-500 LI, 250 AR
{Men of the Vale (led by Lord Arryn)}
5200 Light Infantry
2600 Archers
26000 Heavy Infantry
1300 Light Cavalry
1300 Knights
|
|
|
|
Post by oznerol on Jun 21, 2020 10:25:35 GMT -5
Lord Snow arrived, wearing riding garments and boots, the woolen cloak pinned by a direwolf brooch, Longclaw by his side, on the simple scabbard.
--
Seaworth sat in a corner, carving a piece of wood with the knife, humming to himself as he did it. Ser Devan, as sworn sword to the princess, attended, not to speak up his mind, but to obserb how these gatherings were carried and learn -his father had told him as much-. He wore a newly made surcoat, black, over the mail hauberk, depicting a black-sailed ship and an onion. He had shaven and trimmed his hair; Davos looked quite proud when he eyed his son from his corner.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 15:42:29 GMT -5
Gradually, the halls of Winterfell filled with the men of standing that would join the King on his march south. Stannis occupied the centre of the chamber, Davos to his right, the Red Woman to his left. It had grown cold over the last few weeks, even with the fire and the hot springs, but Melisandre wore no garments but her silk red dress. The ruby at her throat seemed to throb and pulsate, rather like a heart. The King looked deep in thought, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched.
"So, Lord Eddard's daughter Sansa lives in the Vale, under Littlefinger's thumb. I wonder if this one is another Lannister fake."
The King was dressed in mail and plate, his gambeson emblazoned with the crowned stag in flames.
"Fake or not, it will bring whoever she marries to to the Pretender's side. I do not remember Lord Mace Tyrell ever being so shrewd."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pinkerton on Jun 21, 2020 15:56:30 GMT -5
Lord Tully had trimmed his beard and hair and wore borrowed mail and a black surcoat, as he remained in mourning, emblazoned with his personal sigil, the silver trout.
"Will this weaken or strengthen our position here in the North? Will the northern Lords be hesitant to march South and possibly face Ned's daughter or will they eagerly want to rescue her from Littlefinger's claws?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 16:13:51 GMT -5
"They mean to make her husband Lord of Winterfell, whoever that will be. The timing of her appearance is no coincidence."
Stannis clenched his jaw. He was reasonably sure that the Northmen would prefer to see Sansa brought home than in the paws of Littlefinger, but they were a queer folk. The King gave Jon a long look.
"This is to undermine Lord Rickon. I would have thought better from Lord Eddard's daughter, or she is held against her will."
|
|
|
|
Post by Royal Joker on Jun 21, 2020 16:16:01 GMT -5
Asha Greyjoy attended the war council, representing the meager Ironborn forces sworn to Stannis. She wore a grey tunic adorned with a golden kraken badge over her heart, black breeches tucked into salt stained leather boots, and a dirk in her belt. Her usually short black hair had grown and reached down to her shoulders. Her broken foot had healed by now, and she could adequately put her weight on it without any pain. The young, self-proclaimed Lady of Pyke kept her distance from the Northmen in the hall, not interested in an unnecessary fight this day.
"It's very convenient for our enemies to bring forth a 'Sansa Stark' following our recent victory. Is there any evidence that she is really who they say she is?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 16:24:28 GMT -5
"We will find out when we smash whatever ragged host of traitors Lord Baelish sends to defy me."
The court would be cleaned of filth like Littlefinger when he sat the Iron Throne.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pinkerton on Jun 21, 2020 16:39:23 GMT -5
"We should push, your majesty. The longer we linger here in Winterfell, the longer our enemies will have to prepare themselves and solidify their positions."
Edmure pointed at the map located in the center of the room
"Lady Greyjoy, is there anyone defending your homeland? Should we capture the Iron Isles, we'll have a strong position to strike at the Riverlands and the Westerlands. Of course, we would need ships to transport our armies there."
|
|
|
|
Post by oznerol on Jun 21, 2020 17:08:36 GMT -5
"We don't have the ships to bring a host there, unless we pick them apart and carry them across the whole Neck, which I believe would be a nightmare. Manderly's ships are not the longboats Grejoy brought, but heavy war galleys, it's unfeasible"
Said Seaworth.
"Until Seaguard is secured, we won't be able to send any ships to the isles"
He added, pointing at several points of the extended map.
---
"My sister? We believed her to be dead, but the same applied to Rickon and he's pretty much alive"
Said Jon with concern.
"How can we know if this is false or true, my Lords?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Pinkerton on Jun 21, 2020 17:17:54 GMT -5
"But we can't secure Seagard unless we take the Twins, which is... not easy."
|
|
|
|
Post by perry on Jun 21, 2020 17:18:56 GMT -5
Wyman wore a fluffy coat of teal and white, his thinning blond hair combed. “If Sansa is a fake we will know about it when we see her.” Wyman proclaims loudly from a seated position. “She was a women nearly grown when she went south, she can’t have changed too much.” He waved a pudgy hand. “Either way, Rickon is lord of the North, by all the laws of the Old Gods and New. A daughter cannot come before a son.. certainly not some daughter wed to some pompous southern princeling.” The whale of a man leaned back in his seat, the wood creaking beneath his weight. “Do not question our loyalty to Lord Rickon, Lord Edmure. We all fought for King Robb.” He shook his head at the suggestion. “We’ve no way to reach the Iron Islands of yet, unless we sail around Dorne, but there are many pirates and Ironmen between here and there. I would not have my fleet smashed so far from home.”
The large, but less massive, Lord Wylis spoke. He had not eaten yet today, so his surcoat was unblemished of yet. “We must focus on acquiring the Riverlands, not spits of rock. Speaking of the Ironmen, I suggest we bring justice to that Theon creature before we set off, the Turncloaks death will raise the spirits in camp.” His tummy was close to grumbling, but food would have to wait, until this war council was at an end.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pinkerton on Jun 21, 2020 17:29:07 GMT -5
"It was not my intention to question your loyalty, Lord Wyman. Far from it, I feel nothing but admiration for the loyal northern Lords, and especially your House. But even I feel somewhat strange marching against my niece, whether she is or not an impostor."
Edmure was running out of ideas. It seemed that marching down the Neck was their only option, that or a naval invasion of the Vale, which sounded absurd.
|
|
|
|
Post by oznerol on Jun 21, 2020 17:30:20 GMT -5
"Theon shall not be harmed, he paid for his crimes in ounces of flesh and skin and bone. His remorse is genuine and he carries the weight of his sins with himself"
Said Jon.
"If the king were to put him to death, but, I beg Your Grace to send him North, the Watch is not my brethren anymore, but let him wear the black like many others did before him. Else, if he is to die, the sword must be swung by whoever sentences him to the block"
Snow talked with resolve.
"I would recognize my sister among many, but Lord Edmure and more here know her looks, she's a Tully, Catelyn's likeness. That's not so easily disguised"
---
"The Twins have to be taken if we want to take the kingsroad, either way, it must be claimed"
Said Davos.
"Maybe we should send a man of the North to the Vale? One who knows how she was. Maybe, with any luck, we will get the banners of the Vale dipped to the king. I only saw the girl once, a brief moment in a tourney, I could hardly tell. Else, I would go, for my king"
|
|
|
|
Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 17:31:22 GMT -5
"We either attack the Twins by land or take Lord Wyman's ships around the Vale and up the Bay of Crabs. We can consolidate the Riverlands behind Lord Edmure and leave the Freys isolated to the north."
The King traced a finger around the Vale, an unknown quantity. They were traitors to be sure, but they had not risen up in arms against him as of yet.
"If that draws Baelish out of the Vale, then so be it. We will smash whatever armies he sends at us. Then, we make for King's Landing."
|
|
|
|
Post by perry on Jun 21, 2020 17:40:14 GMT -5
“Are we to pardon all the traitors then?” Lord Wylis puffed up at snow’s words. “Are we to keep a Frey in the Twins as well? Maybe keep one of Cersei’s inbred spawn on the Iron Throne? Traitors deserve justice, even broken as he is, his treachery cost Winterfell and killed Manderly men, and many others.”
Wyman raised a pudgy hand to quiet his son. “King Stannis understands justice my son, Theon will not go unpunished. Nor the Freys as I understand it.” His blue eyes turned to Davos. “Yes, a Northmen could identify her I am sure. But, how would a Northmen find succor in the Vale? I feel they are more likely to capture the man and hold him for ransom or worse. Southerners already hold too many Northmen hostage.”
|
|
