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Post by The Forgotten God on May 8, 2015 15:09:12 GMT -5
In the chaos, commanding the battle and major troop maneuvers are nearly impossible. A brave group of the finest warriors head to cut the literal head off the figurative head of the entire resistance movement.
Victory Condition: Kill Bryce Dayne Benefit: He dies! If mission fails: Bryce will escape to Starfall and wreak way more havoc.
10 PCs/NPCs allowed
1 Character wil use command, each character with >60 cavalry command will add 5 to the total command roll
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 8, 2015 15:16:53 GMT -5
Uhtred assumes Benjen is cutting off the head of the host. He'll be with him there.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 8, 2015 15:38:16 GMT -5
Prince Benjen takes control of the force heading to deal with Bryce Dayne.
Swords (99) Command (94) Rallying (75) Routing (53)
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 8, 2015 16:44:50 GMT -5
Never one to shy away from dangerous situations, Robyn is in the company of those who move on the man himself, looking to put an arrow between his eyes if she has a chance.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on May 8, 2015 19:15:35 GMT -5
Leading his men, Lyonel Vikary joins the group.
Command: 82 Cavalry: 82 Lance: 80
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 9, 2015 13:11:38 GMT -5
Prince Benjen: Princess Robyn: Uhtred Farwynd: Ser Lyonel: King Wen Do: Ser Hollis: Ser Richard: Lord Walter: Larrance Redfort: Ellaria Dayne:
600 men
The battle begins and the Stark siblings find themselves in a maelstrom of blood and screams and death. Tents burn and black, thick, choking smoke billows through the armies as the melee begins. As the chaos widens, a disparate group begins leaving the camp with a few hundred men, seeing the grim sorcerer and seeking his end.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 9, 2015 15:21:10 GMT -5
Uhtred stalks through the chaos, the great half moon blades of his axe already wet with blood. Sticking to Benjen had been a wise move, as the constant orders that flew from the mans lips brought order in the area around him.
He has several flasks of flammable oil with him, the wicks cut to a certain length. If he could light candles with blood, he might as well use that when there was so much to spare.
The former ironborn partnered with the shield walls that Benjen formed, helping break through the opposing knots of resistance as the group moved to confront the Sorcerer.
Greataxe 95 Plate Fire 18
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 9, 2015 18:21:26 GMT -5
After starting off with the Archers, Robyn detached herself from them when the men mixed together in combat so their arrows could not tell foe from friend.
She made her way through the ranks of the allied men until she met up with Benjen, moving on the sorcerer.
"I am with you, brother. Let's see this ended together," she said as way of greeting when she got to him.
Bow:s 85 Small Blades: 75 Unarmed combat: 70
(Other non combat skills to be posted if necessary)
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 10, 2015 11:57:07 GMT -5
Benjen had been walking swiftly at the head of his group, sword drawn and the anti magic blade in its sheath. He looked to Uhtred on his left then turned when Robyn approached.
"Sister!" He managed something approaching a smile, even as they rushed onwards. "Good to have you by my side for the end!"
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 10, 2015 16:02:15 GMT -5
The big man leads a wedge in front of the Prince, clearing a path for the Starks to make it to the Sorcerer Supreme. For a minute he steps back from the front line, breathing heavily but still controlled. He hasn't lost himself in the fight yet.
Uhtred'll light some small jars with blood, chucking them at anyone who looks important as he rests from the battle. He looks back at the siblings and Northmen "Push!" He yells "can't let the bastard get away!" He chucks another firebomb, engulfing a dornishman in clinging flame.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 13:30:44 GMT -5
The host of northmen and the old Vulture troops pushes down the hill, seeking an end to the mad reign of King Bryce Dayne. Benjen urges his horseman and Ser Lyonel onward to hit the left flank of the sorcerer, and his men hold firmly but fall back a bit. Lyonel's lance impales men and his sword swings back and forth, knocking men aside. Next to him, Ser Richard Footly does much the same, his axe crushing skulls left and right. Ser Hollis and Ellaria Dayne, wielding her bow, and Lord Walter Arryn hit the right flank with fire and fury, steel clashing, and only the sorcerer-king's iron will compels the men to keep fighting. In the center, heading straight for the king himself, Benjen Stark, Uhtred Farwynd, Larrance Redfort, and the giant king Wen Do smash into the ring of Bryce's most dangerous guards. From behind them, robyn Stark feathers man after man with her bow, and she kills five men. At that, King Bryce's eyes narrow and he points at her, and some of the dead men about grab their weapons anew and fight on, not as wights, but more as puppets dancing to a tune. Robyn abandons the bow and draws steel, her lithe frame suited to dodging their awkward strikes, but the simple numbers crowding her, giving her limited room to maneuver. She fights off three of them, taking hit after hit from the others, and they swarm over her. "Princess" Ellaria and Lord Walter break from the right flank, which is put to flight, and join her, the violet eyed lady pulling her back while the falcon lord dives into the corpses, plate soaking up blows while his sword hacks limbs.
Wen Do, the fifteen foot giant, smashes aside all resistance in his way, but the sorcerer, realizing the power of Nick's sword, aims his magic indirectly, force cracking the ground and the ripple effects causing sinkholes to begin appearing. The giant takes a few hits, but his club sends men flying in all directions. He cannot cross the sinkholes, though, and he turns back to the dead men as well. As they advance, the clouds begin to cover the moon, and reddish lightning pierces the skies. The camp is an inferno, and random bolts are landing everywhere.
The three remaining men approach the sorcerer, and he grins as they fight to him. A Westerosi with two hatchets attacks with one of the last groups of guards, and Larrance cuts two down before the hatchet man hacks him to pieces. Benjen and Uhtred fight the remaining men back with some assistance, including more arrows from the two female archers, and Bryce counters by simply picking up bodies with magic and winging them at the pair. They fall back momentarily and Bryce chuckles as he strides back, his last hundred or so guards starting to desert. As they do, though, the red lightning finds them, and after a dozen are obliterated the remainder turn to fight again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 14:13:06 GMT -5
Again and again the northmen and allies charge, and again and again magic and desperate men throw them back. As the first hints of sunlight appear over the eastern hills, the archers see Frances and his wife fleeing, heading southwest towards the distant castle of Starfall. They are small fries compared to the king, though, and slowly Benjen's men are encircling Bryce. His puppet men stall the battle, blood flowing freely, red lightning smashing men and horses and even a few giants, but slow he is running out of focus. Robyn and Benjen reunite and they storm back to the man, Uhtred and Lord Walter challenging the hatchet rogue Donal, no longer giving a single fuck about chivalry or fair fights. He is fast and hacks into both of them, though, and they come away from the slaughter bloody but covered as well in the guts of their adversary.
Lyonel and Richard smash through the lines and charge after Frances and Karissa. The archer kills a few more men but a short and bloody duel erupts. Frances nearly kills both men but more reinforcements drive them off, and Lyonel suffers a nasty cut to his neck which fortunately misses both the jugular and the carotid. On fresh horses the pair escape southwest, and thousands of the mercenaries are dying in the vengeful wrath of the alliance cavalry.
Dawn breaks as the Starks finally get to Bryce. His sword ignites with a greenish fire and he attacks, moving fast for a man his age. Benjen parries but his sword hisses and steams and burns his hand, and only Robyn's timely intervention stops him from being hacked in two as his sword bends uselessly. She jabs the king with her short sword and takes a heavy kick to the gut from his plated foot in response. Ben draws the misshapen Valyrian sword from his back and charges in, the unwieldy blade canceling the fires of the man, hissing and steaming continuing from the sword. Back and forth they go, the guards falling around them. Benjen slips on a pool of blood and Bryce's sword stabs him through the side, a hissing sound erupting as the heated steel cauterizes part of the wound.
Robyn jumps on the lord's back and stabs at his face with her short sword, cutting him again and again, but he seems completely impervious to pain now, and his right arm goes behind her head and he flips her in front of him, slamming her painfully onto the ground. He goes to finish her off before the magic killing blade enters his mouth and erupts violntly from the back of his head. In his death throes a strange green flame sprays out, and thousands of partially reanimated corpses fall silent. It is with nary a sound of shock nor any other touch of drama that Bryce Dayne, the Scourge of Westeros, perishes.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 11, 2015 14:19:15 GMT -5
Benjen stands above the corpse of Bryce Dayne, breathing heavily as he holds his wound with one hand, the other dropping his sword. His eyes move from Dayne's corpse to Rovyn and he holds out a hand to his sister.
"It's over..." He says quietly, an expressionless look on his face.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 14:32:05 GMT -5
Ellaria walks over and spits on the corpse. She jams an arrow into his dead body again and again and again, screaming obscenities that make even the giant, who can't understand a quarter of the words, a bit shocked. After a full minute and a half of the abuse, she stops and pants heavily. Ben collapses from his wound as thhe adrenaline fades, and Lord Arryn calls for men to fetch healers. He offers a sword to Robyn for her to lean on, as her nose is bloody and the ghouls and Bryce's beating has left their impact on her. He starts barking out orders for men to secure the area.
Slowly, the armies pull back together, to get a counting of dead and wounded. The alliance has lost nearly ten thousand men and killed more than twice that. The remaining tents in the camp are converted to hospitals while the nobles head to the now-surrendered castle of Skyreach.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 11, 2015 14:38:27 GMT -5
Uhtred moves over to the prince, liberally covered in blood but still able to operate. He looks over the battlefield and scowls at Benjens words. "No its not" he snaps at the prince, then notices the heavy wound the man had taken. This battle was over for the prince at least, but Uhtred picks up the strange sword as you didn't leave this sort of thing lying around. The sorcerer's son might still have some weird leftover magic, and Uhtred looked for a horse.
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