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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2013 11:12:18 GMT -5
After organizing the men Aenys Targaryen sends Dawnrose with thirty men to scout the enemy forces. He then sends runners to find the commanders and summon them to the tower. He awaits them studying the terrain. Do to a small ridge the beach could not be seen, but all the ground until then was quite clear.
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Post by Flex on Sept 19, 2013 11:15:23 GMT -5
Aurane was the first to arrive, his armour now battered and his cloak lost somewhere on the battlefield. He waits for the others.
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Post by Marie on Sept 19, 2013 11:19:05 GMT -5
Gwayne entered. His armour was streaked with blood and he carried his helm under one arm, a squire carrying his shield. He looked utterly exhausted.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 11:19:08 GMT -5
Harold arrives shortly after, his armor had to be refitted to address the wound and his head was rapped up from the gash on his head. He nods to Lord Lannister and Hightower.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 19, 2013 11:33:23 GMT -5
Princess Lyssandra arrives as disheveled as the others though she seems unharmed. She stands waiting and has a drink of water. It was important to stay hydrated!
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Post by Erik on Sept 19, 2013 11:35:33 GMT -5
Eirek shows up, also looking all kinds of fucked-up.
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Post by Sam on Sept 19, 2013 12:15:04 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon is already present, having essentially moved his camp into the keep after the fighting died down. He waits respectfully for the Hand to speak, although a keen observer might notice a large dent in his breastplate that had not been there this morning, and he was moving gingerly, as though he had a cracked rib or two beneath it.
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Post by Marie on Sept 19, 2013 12:32:04 GMT -5
Gwayne, frowning, approached Lord Baratheon. He had a smear or blood across his forehead that he'd forgotten to brush away, after spending time mourning his dead men. He was clearly tense as he walked, and very, very tired. "My lord, I beg a word."
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Post by Sam on Sept 19, 2013 12:41:36 GMT -5
Gwayne, frowning, approached Lord Baratheon. He had a smear or blood across his forehead that he'd forgotten to brush away, after spending time mourning his dead men. He was clearly tense as he walked, and very, very tired. "My lord, I beg a word." Lord Baratheon stepped aside with the Lord of Oldtown. "My lord Hightower," he said in a neutral tone. |
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Post by Marie on Sept 19, 2013 12:49:56 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon stepped aside with the Lord of Oldtown. "My lord Hightower," he said in a neutral tone. "I bow to your greater knowledge of battle, of course," Gwayne said wearily. "But I must confess I am not happy I was obliged to lose so many of my men. After all, my own sister is wed to your son Quenton. I had hoped the bonds between our house might be of more value to us both than for Hightower men to be thrown away in such an endeavour. I'm bloody lucky I survived." |
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Post by Sam on Sept 19, 2013 12:58:59 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon stared at him incredulously. "I am to blame beacuse your men are cowards who fled at the first sign of trouble? You and every one of your men would be dead right now if I had not altered the plan and reinforced the left. If not for Lord Tully, you all would have likely been dead before I even arrived. Rest assured, boy, if I had known how easily your men would break, I would never have given them so important a task. It is beacuse my son is fond of his wife, that I reccomended you for a command position of honor and prominence," he replied, anger creeping into his voice as he spoke.
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Post by Marie on Sept 19, 2013 13:15:58 GMT -5
"A position I never sought," Gwayne pointed out, struggling to hold onto his temper. "Not once did I request such a post. I came for duty and honour. But command, no, I did not seek it. May I remind you, my lord, that our commander in this endeavour was himself not particularly experienced in such matters, though I have no doubt he did his best, as I did myself. But his men hesitated long before mine ever did. But in the confusion I didn't know that until it was too late. Were it not for that, I'd not have been cut off from them. My men were brutally slaughtered. Only then did they start to run, when it seemed all hope was gone. I cannot entirely fault men who wish to save their lives rather than be slaughtered."
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Post by Sam on Sept 19, 2013 13:24:56 GMT -5
"Men who seek to save their own lives, while their comrades die around them, are deserving of nothing more than being struck down where they stand, and a man does not complain and blame others for his failings," Lord Baratheon snarled. "Your men were soldiers, and they fought as such. You dishonor the memories of those who died by your words, and you dishonor yourself. If the men of the Far Reach are incapable of holding their own in battle, then they have no place being on the field. That responsibility falls on their liegelord, and none other. By all accounts, Lord Tully's men broke when he fell, but the man fought on with three arrows in him to rally them. Instead of seeking to cast blame, you would do well by learning from his example."
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Post by Marie on Sept 19, 2013 14:00:01 GMT -5
"Men who seek to save their own lives, while their comrades die around them, are deserving of nothing more than being struck down where they stand, and a man does not complain and blame others for his failings," Lord Baratheon snarled. "Your men were soldiers, and they fought as such. You dishonor the memories of those who died by your words, and you dishonor yourself. If the men of the Far Reach are incapable of holding their own in battle, then they have no place being on the field. That responsibility falls on their liegelord, and none other. By all accounts, Lord Tully's men broke when he fell, but the man fought on with three arrows in him to rally them. Instead of seeking to cast blame, you would do well by learning from his example." "If I were a coward, I'd not be standing before you now," Gwayne replied. "I fought on, though I was separated from the bulk of my men, and in no position to rally them. Seven hells, I never even knew some of my men had run, until afterwards. I had but a score with me at one point. Every man among them was slain fighting for me, and for each other. How can those men be named cowards? They gave everything for Hightower. You may be sure I will not forget it." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 14:05:35 GMT -5
Harold had enough, moved to the side conversation. "Lords Gwayne and Sammael, I understand tensions are high. Every commander mourns the loss of his men, but right now we do not need to be fighting among each other. Lord Gwayne fought like he had the warrior's might, many men fell around him, he is no coward. But Ser Sammael is right, your men knew what they were getting into, the Left was a deadly spot, but they put their lives on the line for your house, do not dishonor their sacrifice, what's done is done, right now we need to work together, not go at each other." He looks to them both.
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Hope you all are well and happy.