Seagard

[The Stranger]

"Not of my business what you do milord." The Ironborn said, spitting onto the ground, and rubbing it in with his boot.

[Erik]

55 ships are loaded with men and supplies, each one with a decent percentage of Ironborn aboard to make sure the Riverlanders stay in line. They set sail and head West, out of the bay and into the blockade.

[wookie]

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"Well, fuck" Danwell says mournfully as he kicks the mouthy riverlander in the face and leaps from the table to the exit. "Time we found friendlier pastures lads!" he roared, but took a moment to kick another would be attacker in the balls, with some satisfaction as he quickly made for the way out

[The Stranger]

Shouts of Alarm spread through Seagard, as men begin rushing to battlements.

[wookie]

"Well we got them nice & riled up at least" Danwell said to himself, once he had a moment to himself in a secluded alley. He did a quick count and grunted. 1 man short. He struggled to remember the man's name but it escaped him. He focussed instead on what he could do in the here and now. "We still have a mission to do" he said with a snarl. "If these limp-dicked cocksuckers won't do it, we'll have to show them the way" he said, leading his patrol steathily towards the docks

ooc: Danwell - Apprentice Steath

[The Stranger]

Danwell approached the docks with his patrol, carefully dodging the numerous armed soldiers who had taken to the streets, preparing for a sea attack. Ships were raising sails in the harbor, trying to get into fighting position against the rapidly approaching crown fleet.

[Lord Howland Royce]

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Patrek orders a group of men to search the castle and dungeons for any lordlings. The crowned flag of the Baratheons decorates the highest tower, but Patrek rubs his face tiredly knowing that it was but a small and temporary victory.

[The Stranger]

They find no lordlings, only roughed up small folk, and a few regular prisoners.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek grunted, well at least there wouldn't be anyone to protest at what he was going to do here then. He looked at Ser Tybolt Waters, "Unload what we need of supplies from the ships, then make sure that the ships are no longer sailable".

He turned to the smallfolk, "Now I suggest that you leave this place, for the Ironborn will come back". He grimaced, "Who knows what they will do then. We can not hold this castle if a siege were to happen. Unless of course you find yourselves some weapons and prepare to defend the place with us."

[The Stranger]

The peasants run.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"Well that is that," Patrek said as he looked at the fleeinh peasants. "Find any horses available. Put some corpses in the wells, the small folk does not seem to want to spend any time here no longer so they will not mind. Best to ruin the food we leave behind too, no use letting the Ironborn have something for free. We will also bring what is left of the treasury".

Patrek looked at the still slightly shellshocked crownlanders, "Go!" and they scurried away to do his bidding.

[Flex]

Seeing the enemies fleet sail away, Gordon turns to the rest of his group. "Shall we go join up with the others?"

[Lord Howland Royce]

After all the preperation was done, the small army was ready to leave. The horses they had found was nearly as miserable as the left over army, but they would do for now. After a few question Patrek got tired of saying the same thing so he bellowed, "We ride for Fairmarket!". The remaining Crown Fleet was nearly filled with water as they left the castle throught the east gate. However after a few leagues they turned north towards the Twins. "You did a good job Danwell, hope you are still alive," Patrek thought.

[Ollie]

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The 15,500 northmen arrive at Seagard bearing a flag of truce. "Ho there!" cried Lothar Marsh to the top of the battlements. "Where be your kraken king? He'll be wantin' to speak with Master Olander Reed!"

[The Stranger]

The bridge is up, and the portcullis down. Crossbowmen ring the walls. A Kraken and a Pink Maiden flaps from the walls.

"He's not here!" cried a sergeant atop the battlements.