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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 21, 2020 15:21:57 GMT -5
The army moved slowly on the Kingsroad, trudging through the Kingswood that lay between King's Landing and Storm's End. Soon enough they would be through the foliage and reach the temporary seat of the so-called 'Aegon Targaryen'.Tyrell Army12,000 Light Infantry 6,000 Archers 6,000 Men-at-Arms 3,000 Light Cavalry 3,000 Knights Total: 30,000 men CommandersLord Mace Tyrell
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 21, 2020 17:03:10 GMT -5
Deep within the Kingswood, somewhere between the Stormroad and Bywater lied the Golden Company. The thick woods were ideal to conceal themselves. Nonetheless, they were aware of Mace's movements, thanks to their wedded allies, the Dornish. As such, the army planned to position itself just north of the Wendwater Bridge, aiming to cut them off. The hope was to ambush the massive army of the Reach and use the chaos to their advantage. Commanders:Aegon TargaryenResilience: 5 (+2 with Blackfyre) Charisma: 2 Intelligence: 3 Authority: 3 (+1 from Birthsign) Harry StricklandResilience: 4 (+1 from New Blood) Charisma: 2 (+1 from New Blood) Intelligence: 2 (+1 from New Blood) Authority: 4 Total: 30,400 men {Targaryen Army (12,400 + 24 Elephants) - commanded by Captain-General Harry Strickland}Golden Company (10,000 men + 24 Elephants):
24 Elephants
500 Knights
1,000 Light Cavalry
2,500 Heavy Infantry
3,000 Archers
3,000 Light Infantry
Additional Sellswords (2,400 Men):
880 Light Infantry
600 Archers
600 Heavy Infantry
320 Light Cavalry {Reachmen Army (18,000 men) - led by Mathis Rowan}
7,200 Light Infantry
3,600 Archers
3,600 Men-at-Arms (or Heavy Infantry)
1,800 Light Cavalry
1,800 Knights (or Heavy Cavalry) |
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 17:15:52 GMT -5
Martell's men march a day or so's ride behind Mace Tyrell's force, down the Kingsroad towards Storm's End.
Characters:
Obara Sand (Resilience: 7, Charisma: 1 , Intelligence: 1, Authority: 5)
Lord Edric Dayne (3 resilience, 2 charisma, 4 intelligence, 2 authority)
Lord Dagos Manwoody (Resilience - 2, Charisma - 2, Intelligence - 2, Authority - 4)
Ser Mors Manwoody (Resilience - 3, Charisma - 2, Intelligence - 2, Authority - 3)
Ser Dickon Manwoody (Resilience - 4, Charisma - 2, Intelligence - 2, Authority - 2)
Army:
Martell Levies
5000 Light Infantry
6000 Archers
4000 Men-At-Arms
4000 Light/Skirmisher Cavalry
1000 Knights
Martell Sellswords
805 Light Infantry
575 Archers
575 Heavy Infantry
345 Light Cavalry
Dayne Sellswords
180 Light Cavalry
300 Heavy Infantry
300 Archers
420 Light Infantry
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 22, 2020 9:32:40 GMT -5
The Tyrell army moved slowly through the Kingswood. The forest was too thick for any meaningful troop movements, so the bulk of the army marched on the Kingsroad. Scouts and outriders screened the area around the main army as best they could, though their lack of knowledge of the forest hampered their mission. Mace himself was a bit wary by now, feeling the woods creeping in around him. Even he knew that his troop numbers could not be fully utilized if they did not meet their enemy on the open field. The sooner they crossed the Wendwater and the Bronzegate, the better.
The line of spears and banners kept on moving further south, ever vigilant of the forest around them. Some older veterans and lords remembered the tales surrounding the Kingswood Brotherhood, almost legendary outlaws by this point. They had used this forest to their advantage, escaping capture time and again. Some wondered whether the Kingswood concealed any nasty surprises for them? The silence was unnerving, as if the very forest held its breath for what was to come.
Mace breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bridge over the Wendwater. It meant they had crossed two thirds of the Kingswood already, and soon enough they would reach Bronzegate and be out of this damned forest. The castle would serve as a good stop before they continued the last stretch of the road down to Storm's End, and to the seat of the Targaryen bastard. He could hardly wait to open up a bottle of Arbor Red and celebrate, chuckling to himself and starting to whistle a tune as the army began to cross Wendwater Bridge.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 10:55:43 GMT -5
As the vanguard army began to cross the bridge, everything seemed to be ordinary. The outriders had not yet returned - but this was not unusual in itself. None of Mace's bannermen saw any cause for alarm, chattering amongst themselves as they shared wine or ale on the journey. It should be an easy victory, they reckoned, outnumbering the pretender as they did. Unbeknown to Mace, many of them held Targaryen sympathies, and had decided their loyalties long ago. But even they did not expect a battle here. The Kingswood was safe, they presumed, lying so close to the capital. And so they marched on, the column snaking for miles down the Kingsroad.
A few hundred had crossed the bridge when the horns sounded. Mace himself was over the other side as warriors armed in mail and plate burst from the tress in the thousands, dragging Tyrell men from horseback and plunging daggers into the gaps between their plate. The standard of the Red Dragon was carried forward, tall and proud, as the men of the Golden Company surged from the trees. As Tyrell's men sought to maintain order, other Reachmen struck their banners and began to attack their own. The vanguard descended into a chaotic melee, with Lord Mace on the other side of the Wendwater bridge with only a few hundred men to his name. Many began to break and run, and panic began to spread as the chain of command broke down.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 11:03:55 GMT -5
When the horns were blared, Harry Strickland pats the head of his elephant, Silvertusk, with a grin. Dressed in his golden armor, the Captain-General could feel his blood boiling in anticipation. This was it! This was the moment they had been waiting for! Drawing his sword, he bellowed to the elephant handlers and troops around him.
Alright boys! Let's give these Reachmen a good trashing!!
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His flank was position at that of the rearguard of Mace's long column. As the fighting began to erupt ahead of them, the column was forced to stop marching. And it didn't take long for the horses and men to feel the shaking of the earth. They suddenly looked to the left as several elephants let loose their trumpeting sounds from their long noses. Bursting through the thick forest, Harry Strickland, upon one of his elephants, plowed through the Reachmen ranks, cutting bloody swaths through their formation. Twenty some more elephants followed up with golden armored infantry charging through the stomped bushes and broken trees. They proceeded to stab those who had managed to survive the elephant's charge and were disoriented.
From atop his elephant, Harry bellowed his war cry and shouted in Essosi and Westerosi. His elephant bellowed its trumpet-like noise.
GIVE THEM A GOOD HAMMERING, BOYS!!
He was fully in his element as the battle ensued. His men were going to make this a battle to outshine Aegor Bittersteel and other great company commanders before him. Some of the handlers, following orders from Harry, then turned their war mounts and began charging towards the Wendwater, smashing through formations and crushing many under their feet. Almost half remained behind to help the right flank keep the Reachmen disorganized and unable to reform cohesion. Harry Strickland's voice boomed once more.
FOR AEGON OF THE HOUSE TARGARYEN!! FOR THE TRUE LORD OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS!!
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 22, 2020 11:51:52 GMT -5
Mace went pale as chaos descended over his army, unable to move. He had no idea what was happening, even though he saw clearly what was happening on the other side of the bridge - Targaryen banners charging through the woods, turncoats cutting down his loyal soldiers, and large great beasts crushing armor under their feet.
The veterans and lieutenants still loyal to Mace were putting up a brave fight, despite the lack of a chain of command. The infantry formed shield walls wherever possible, while archers sought shelter behind the lines. The mounted warriors abandoned their horses to aid the foot soldiers. They tried to fall back toward the bridge and the Wendwater, where the enemy would not be able to flank them. However, they would have no way of retreating either. Many gave up and threw down their weapons, or turned on their comrades to survive. It was impossible to direct the battle anymore.
Mace was still frozen when a knight shook his arm, bringing him back to reality. He did not know what to do, how to save victory from the jaws of defeat. By the Seven, this was not how it was supposed to be. He was Mace Tyrell, he had outlived the greatest lords in the Seven Kingdoms. Was this where he met his end? No, that was impossible. But he needed to live.
"Retreat! Retreat men!"
With the few knights still beside him, Mace raced eastward, along the Wendwater. There was no hope to save the army anymore. If he could escape and reach Highgarden somehow, he would live to fight another day.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 11:57:48 GMT -5
In the center, Aegon Targaryen, with Blackfyre in hand, charged through the confused and broken ranks of the Reachmen. He cut down one, then two, then three. Blackfyre drawing blood where it was swung, the Valyrian Steel singing through the air and contacting flesh with ease. His Golden Company mercenaries surged forward as some of Strickland's elephants broke through the back lines of the Reachmen, crushing many beneath their feet. Their tusks impaling horses and sending men flying into the air with the simple turn of their heads. Their trumpeting sounds bellowed loudly as they plowed onward, crushing more as they renewed their charge, seeking to aid Rowan's men.
With Blackfyre high in the air, Aegon bellowed a command. If there were those who even remembered Rhaegar present, they would see the son mirroring him without a question.
Forward! Forward! For House Targaryen!!!
War cries were renewed as the mercenaries surged forward.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 12:35:06 GMT -5
Mace's lines crumpled into a rout. Many fled into the Kingswood, which hampered the attempts of the Golden Company to track them down, for horses and elephants were of little use in the thick forests. However, Mace's host was shattered. A great number of Reachmen surrendered, striking their banners, bending the knee to Aegon Targaryen. Thirteen thousand in all, the lord Oakheart greatest among those that had declared. The rest had fled in all directions, trying to regroup further into the Reach. Aegon had suffered minimal losses, with only four hundred of his men killed in the fighting.
Mace was badly wounded during the fighting, with a few riders from the Golden Company giving the Lord of Highgarden chase. His right arm was severely mangled by the axe of a sellsword, and he will most likely have to have his forearm amputated. Strickland and Aegon escaped unscatched, although the Captain-General was pulled from his elephant and nearly captured if they had not found victory.{Houses that switch sides for Aegon}House Ball of Manderford
House Westbrook of Westbrook
House Willum of Smallwood
House Oakheart of Old Oak
House Stackhouse of Catswold
House Risley of Risley Glade
House Hastwyck of Hastwyck
House Varner of Roseford
House Leygood of Leygood Keep
House Orme of Harpshire
House Cordwayner of Hammerhal
Total: 13,000
{Mace Tyrells remaining force}13,000 retreat to Ashford
700 remain with Mace
Total: 13,700
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 12:44:26 GMT -5
His elephant began to react oddly during the battle.
Oi! Oi! What are you doing?!
That's when he noticed men climbing up the sides of his mount. The elephant was not liking this one bit as it turned left and right, shaking itself, trying to get the climbers off.
BUGGER OFF!!
Strickland bellows as he stabs one Reachmen, then proceeds to cut off the arm of another. The third manage to grab his armor, but the elephant threw him off. A fourth, however, finally got a hold of the grizzled mercenary and pulled him off, causing Harry to tumble off of Silvertusk. Falling flat on his back, the Captain-General saw the men approach him, but a surge of sellswords managed to chase them off. Harry, in a slight daze, was helped up. Enough to see the Reachmen fleeing in many directions.
However, he witnessed more return and bend the knee before Aegon, who had dismounted with the carnage over. Blackfyre was sheathed and Lord Oakheart was approached. The Targaryen took him by the arms and lifted him up. Others were commanded to rise. Harry then looked behind these Reachlords, seeing thousands upon thousands of their men remaining as his daze went away. The King had gotten THIS many Reachmen to surrender?!
Aegon turned to the Reachlords and offered a smile.
We welcome those who remember the Dragon. We welcome you all! Together, we will see the Seven Kingdoms reunited under the banner of the red dragon!
The Golden Company and the Reachmen, alike, drew their swords and let forth a cry of victory and praise for the rightful king in response.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 12:50:29 GMT -5
The Dornish host arrived, the Martell banners parading high above the army as it marched down the Kingsroad. Obara Sand rode at its head, with Lord Dayne, Lord Manwoody, and the various other Martell bannermen riding by her side. Outriders reported news of a conflict, of Tyrell's men being overrun; they saw no sign of the Golden Rose, only the Red Dragon and the encampment of Aegon Targaryen's victorious host. The Dornish lords dismounted, and fell to one knee as the King approached.
"A shame we missed the battle, your Grace. We offer you the loyalty and fealty of House Martell and Dorne, on behalf of our lord Prince Doran."
Obara scowled. She had wanted to spear the fat oaf Tyrell herself.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 22, 2020 12:52:12 GMT -5
Mace felt his strength leaving him, no longer able to feel nor move his right arm. He had fallen off his horse somewhere, and was being carried on a stretcher by a few loyal men. He had no idea where he was or what had happened, his mind a jumbled mess from the exhaustion and the pain. He tried to keep his eyes open, but soon enough he could no longer fight it and it all went dark.
The great army of House Tyrell had been completely shattered - a third was dead and another third had switched loyalties to Aegon Targaryen. Those alive and still loyal to the Lord Paramount of the Mander slowly made their way toward safety in the Reach. Ashford became the rallying point, as the banners of House Tyrell were hoisted on the battlements. When Lord Mace was arrived, he was immediately brought to the keep and examined by the maester. The wound on his arm was so bad that it was judged that it could not be saved. The surgery went on long into the night, and by the end of it Mace had lost his arm just below the elbow. He would spend many days bedridden, dozed off on the milk of the poppy.
The Battle in the Kingswood was over, and it would live on as a day of infamy for House Tyrell.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 13:00:27 GMT -5
The Dornish host arrived, the Martell banners parading high above the army as it marched down the Kingsroad. Obara Sand rode at its head, with Lord Dayne, Lord Manwoody, and the various other Martell bannermen riding by her side. Outriders reported news of a conflict, of Tyrell's men being overrun; they saw no sign of the Golden Rose, only the Red Dragon and the encampment of Aegon Targaryen's victorious host. The Dornish lords dismounted, and fell to one knee as the King approached. "A shame we missed the battle, your Grace. We offer you the loyalty and fealty of House Martell and Dorne, on behalf of our lord Prince Doran."Obara scowled. She had wanted to spear the fat oaf Tyrell herself. The dead were collected and the long process of burying some four thousand dead men began in earnest. A brief war council was held by Aegon with his new Reachmen allies, the minority of Stormlords, and the Golden Company commanders prior to the arrival of the Dornish allies. Aegon Targaryen went to greet Obara Sand, along with a few Reachmen Lords, namely Lord Oakheart and Rowan, Lord Tarth was present, and so was Harry Strickland and Jon Connington, who had not participated. It was indeed glorious. He marched straight into view and the rout was...Aegon snaps his fingers slightly before Harry speaks up. Picture perfect, Sire?The Targaryen grins and nods. An agreeable term.He then turns to Obara as she, and the other Dornish lords, knelt. Quickly, Aegon has them rise. My father would be proud to see us united. We fought and lost against Robert, but we will not lose again!
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 13:02:53 GMT -5
"Lord Tarly holds the capital, but I believe he will open the gates to us. Pity that a Lannister sits outside."
Daven had apparently surrendered, too, but Obara wanted to whet her spear on someone. She could think of none better.
"King's Landing and the Iron Throne are yours, Lord King."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 13:17:46 GMT -5
"Lord Tarly holds the capital, but I believe he will open the gates to us. Pity that a Lannister sits outside."Daven had apparently surrendered, too, but Obara wanted to whet her spear on someone. She could think of none better. "King's Landing and the Iron Throne are yours, Lord King." Aegon could hardly believe his ears. The way to King's Landing was... open! The mention of a Lannister was odd though. Was he to be trusted? After all, Aegon was not fully aware of Cersei's death. There had been rumors of a major attack on the Red Keep after all. But being on the move with his army ensured that little news came to him. Once he arrived at the capital, the Targaryen would learn. It seems I have many to reward in thanks for their loyalty.To believe that King's Landing was wide open was truly quite the turn of events. His allies had truly outdone themselves. Let us rest a bit first. Then, we march!He knew his troops were tired. They deserved a good break. He turns to Obara. Send someone trusted to the city. Let them know of this victory and have them prepare for our arrival.
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