Cider Hall

[House Lefford]

Farrio arrives with the 400 Golden Roses and begins setting up the camp for the Tyrell Host.

[Percy Rivers]

Callen and his group crested the small hill near Cider Hall and came upon the sights and smells that usually accompany an army. Their group was nothing compared to this. Bethany Tyrell, Osgert, Hodrick, Andry, and Tallahar rode at his side. Callen leaned over and spoke to Tallahar. "Your cousin has been busy it seems."

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: How big is Callen's army now, excluding the forces Rindwynd pulled up?

IC: Callen's group made it's way down the hill, as they began their descent soft white flakes began falling to carpet the ground with white. Callen looked up and felt a snowflake fall on his brow. His hair became wet with the snowmelt and he watched as Bethany pulled a hood over her head. He gave a laugh, he not seen snow in years, he turned his horse in a circle, and smiled to the group, "As the Starks say "Winter is Coming", well now it's here, let's hope it douses the dragon's flame."

[The Smith]

Your army before it arrived was 6,800. Now it is...16,800?

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: I'm not exactly sure, I think Rindwynd might risk economic difficulty to raise more

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After a couple of days of riding, Aranya saw that the tracks seemed to lead to a keep on a small hill, far in the distance. She had seen signs of campfires and pavilions on the way - only Callen Baratheon could have raised such a huge army in the Reach.

That night they camped on the hill, far away from the little castle but close enough to see it. Aranya snuggled under Selwyn's blankets. "I think we found Callen."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"And what will that mean?"

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"We have to convince him to march straight to King's Landing, or all will be lost - not just for our kin, but for Callen's bid for the throne. If Callen can somehow temporarily ally with Michael Dondarrion against Aedon, we may have a chance of slaying that dragon yet." She rolled onto him. "Or did you mean something else?"

[Percy Rivers]

At that moment a swarm of horse swept from behind cover and quickly surrounded the pair, the crowned stag was the most seen banner, but there was also a Royce one among them as well. The men pointed their spears down at them and slowly inched forward. "Declare yourself! Who are you and what business do you have at Cider Hall?"

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

OOC: Awkward.

IC: Skag Snow pulls himself to his feet. Fortunately, his tunic is on, or the embarrassment would be greater. "I am Captain Snow of the Black Shields, sworn to King Callen's service. We have ridden many miles on a task he set for us, and we seek him here."

[Percy Rivers]

A man in Royce colours dismounts off his horse and strides to Selwyn, holding up his gauntleted hand. The men around them raised their lances as Hodrick Royce pulled off his helmet. He ran a hand through his cropped grey hair and smiled. "Your tunic may be still on, but your breeches aren't." Hodrick studied him for a moment, "where do I know you from? Have we met before?" He had not noticed Aranya yet.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"I am just awoken -- I can only assume you must sleep in your armor. As for us, we have met. At Summerhall."

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OOC: I was at lunch, sorry.

"What is the meaning of this?" Aranya demanded, striding up to Ser Hodrick. "Great-uncle, it's me!" She glared around at the lances, not caring that her tunic had been ripped and her breeches had been unlaced. "Put down those fucking lances or I'll shove them up your arses. Now!"

[House Lefford]

Lord Rindwynd arrives at CiderHill with a honour guard of 150 Knights of the Reach. Looking down at the sentry "Show where Callen is i need to talk to him."
"At the northen of the encampment My lord."
Rindwynd leaves this guard and ride for Callen's tent.

[Percy Rivers]

Callen had made his tent in northern side of the camp. He and Andry, along with Osgert, who could sometimes provide usefull advice when he was in his right mind, looked over maps and planned stratagems.