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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 8:46:50 GMT -5
February 17th.
The Reach/Faith host approaches the massive city with a vast and seemingly endless host. Word reaches the North of their advance. The Dornish/Stormlands army has not yet moved from Bronzegate. A strong but demoralized army guards the city itself.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 13, 2015 9:29:06 GMT -5
King Rycherd riding amongst his troops, sends scouting parties out in all directions, including towards the city, trying to ascertain the strength and location of any hostile forces and to warn of any possible ambushes. The troops for such a large host are slowly forming into their battle formations as they move closer. They will halt just out of range of any trebuchets and other siege machines on the walls of the city.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 13, 2015 9:36:08 GMT -5
The Northern host stops several days north of King's Landing and sets up camp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 10:05:36 GMT -5
A massive stream of refugee is emptying the city, tens of thousands clogging roads going in all directions. Westeros's second largest city may well be its third with everyone fleeing the war. King Rycherd's scouts report the Northern and Vale armies have met about three days' travel north long the KKingsroad, and seem to be making no effort to move farther for now. The Baratheons are estimated to have between twelve and eighteen thousand men inside the cty, and the sizeable Royal fleet remains untouched.
The Dornish host is still a two weeks' ride away, even if they had left this very day.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 10:45:15 GMT -5
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Reports indicate that the Northern host is moving south, now only a few hours' ride from the city.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 13, 2015 14:03:40 GMT -5
Crowl is with the Northern Host, he spends his days in his skull crowded tent gnawing on them. Outside of the tent is a totem of skulls the top one among them seemingly filled with rock and clay and stuck to a metal pole buried into the skull beneath it was the new Skull Mace of Jason Ice.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 13, 2015 14:31:08 GMT -5
Lord Galbart had just arrived, yet again, back from the North with his army, to be truthful he was glad Benjen had summoned him... It was war alright, people would die alright, his men were probably pissed, but at least he was far from his wife, and that was all he required. Deep inside him The South also brought back memories of the magnificient Wedding Night and his encounter with that sweaty ebony sex god... Oooh he'd never forget that night.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 13, 2015 17:51:25 GMT -5
Prince Benjen sends a messenger to Lord Tyrell asking if the man wishes to parlay. Neutral ground would be found.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 13, 2015 18:11:51 GMT -5
Crowl and his goons come back laden with yummy chocolates, candies and a varying display of pies and cakes that he gathered from nice dead Reach women.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 14, 2015 6:10:03 GMT -5
His battle formations complete, King Rycherd sends back a message to agree to parlay if the following terms are met.
The parley will take place on neutral ground in full view of each of the armies. Each leader would bring an equal and agreed number of men, numbering no more than seven. Each party would remain on horseback and any drawing or handling of any weapon during the parley would see an automatic end to talks.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 14, 2015 8:33:29 GMT -5
Prince Benjen sends a messenger back saying that the terms are agreeable and that he will bring a total of five men, including himself.
His army then marches to within sight of the city.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 14, 2015 9:21:37 GMT -5
The massive Reach/Faith army observes the arrival of the Northern army.
King Rycherd is resplendent in full plate armor upon a massive black stallion richly caprisoned with the quartered arms of the Tyrells and the Lannisters. The King chooses four of his Rainbow Guard, Ser Alyn Ambrose, Ser Matthis Tarly, Ser Glendon Redding and Ser Raymun Fossoway to accompany him. All were amongst the Reach's most skilled warriors. The King issued instructions to all seven members of his Rainbow Guard and indeed his other captains, as well as the commander of the Faith troops, what to do in any particular eventuality.
A small number of fast horsemen were seen scattering in every direction, obviously making sure that their army would not be outflanked and surprised while talks were proceeding.
Having satisfied himself that his captains were ready and that his flanks were secure, the King waited in the front line of his host until the Stark prince appeared and it was clear that he was riding forward with only the number of attendants they had agreed on.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 14, 2015 9:28:34 GMT -5
Prince Benjen chose his riders and set off from the army. He was dressed in simple black riding leathers, dirty from marching. With him were The Crowl, Lord Kalvin Stark, Lord Fillmore Corbray and Lord Brandon Blackwood.
He would ride halfway between the armies for the parlay.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 14, 2015 9:42:03 GMT -5
Rycherd and his four men rode out from their front lines towards the Northerners. They halted about twenty feet away and waited. The members of the Rainbow Guard, all encased in their typical plate armor formed a protective ring around their lord, two in front and two flanking him, their large shields and visors drawn down making their visages inscrutable. Raising his own visor, Rycherd nodded towards Stark in acknowledgement, but otherwise said nothing, waiting for the northern prince to speak first.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 14, 2015 9:56:49 GMT -5
Prince Benjen and his men rode to the place of parlay and stopped, two men to Stark's left and two to his right. He studied Tyrell for a moment before speaking.
"King Rycherd, you are fighting everyone it seems. You are fighting the combined forces of the North, the Vale and the Riverlands. You are fighting the West. You are fighting the Kingsland. You are fighting the Ironborn. You are fighting Bryce Dayne. You cannot fight everyone, even if the Seven are on your side."
He scratched the beginnings of a beard that had begun growing again on the march south. "You are not my enemy, King Rycherd. The enemy is Bryce Dayne. The enemy is Vhagus Blackfyre, a man who has taken the title of Emperor. No doubt you have heard the rumours of him destroying Dragonstone and killing the Baratheons. No doubt it was he, on his dragon, who attacked Oldtown. Those men want to rule us with an iron fist, with sorcery." He tapped the sword that was strapped to his saddle, a strange thing with a hilt that looked to be in the shape of a gilded woman. "This is a weapon against such men."
"King Rycherd, lay down your crown and lay down your swords. Even better, ride with us to Bronzegate and together we can smash Bryce Dayne and bring him to justice. Then we can regain what the Ironborn have stolen and forge peace, so that we may be ready against the threat from the east. If we do battle today then many men will die for no reason; men that we need desperately in times to come."
With that he sat back in his saddle.
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