Battle of King's Landing

[swammeyjoe]

Smith, Marten, question to both of you. Mind letting me give orders to Marbrand and the troops that I had under my last few characters?

[Maester Maurin]

Well, I suggested it in the chat. But not abuse it, since you are actually not playing as Lannister right now.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Smith please use orders sent via PM and scenario for the Far Reach Forces.

[swammeyjoe]

Lord Marbrand attempts to rally any of the survivors that were previously loyal to him or the men he supported. (approximatly five thousand men, but untill now they were in the main Lannister force) He rallies them in the name of the West, and in the name of Banefort, and Marten, and all who came before. They split into two forces, one to form a defensive block to hold Andry's men while Marten and the King leave, and the other, consisting of the faster foot and the horse, which will come around and flank them after they engage the defensive line.

(Sorry, I just wanted to do something, )

[dienekes]

I know how you feel Swammy

[edricdayne]

Tytos will coordinate with Roland and keep bashing at Andry. He will try to get Graham Blackwood as close to Andry as possible, to give him the shot he wants. Tytos will also try to organize his rear more, and keep the Lannisters from slaughtering the Riverland camps.

[The Smith]

The Valesmen: 4,300

Finally only the three pockets of Valemen are left. Two thousand men are focused around Lord Pryor, they are engaged by four hundred of Andry's men. Yet Lord Pryor is a broken man, and orders a retreat from the field.

Eight Hundred are part of the southern pocket they are engaged by two hundred men. They repel their attackers and begin to move unopposed toward the gates of the city.

The third pocket around Roland Royce has the remaining 1,500 Valeman, and have joined with Tytos. Positioning themselves for the inevitable charge of Prince Andry's men.

The Riverlanders: 3,900

2,900 hundred men have formed a defensive position around Tytos Blackwood, he and Roland Royce have a combined force of 4,400 men. They prepare themselves watching for an opening.

Horas orders his thousand men to charge. Several hundred run forward, but the rest stay behind, or slip away. Those that charge are repelled by Andry's men.

The Westermen: 12,100

The Westermen have completely given over the passion of the battle, and continue to scratch away at the Blackwood men. The pressure of their attack continues to cause Rivermen to turn from Andry's forces to deal with the swords at their backs.

The Crownlanders: 6,000

The Crownlanders charge into the Rear guard of Andry's forces, Andry's line of 1,200 men bends, but does not break. Andry's men take heavy losses.

The Stormlander Sortie Party: 8,100

6,300 Baratheon men stare are positioned against Tytos force. Andry takes stock of the field and gives quick orders. 400 men are sent to force Horas from the field. 1,800 men form a defensive line between Andry's main force and Tytos' force. The remain 4,100 he takes and attacks the Crownlanders. Trying to hit their flank as they engaged the line of men who had been a rearguard.

The City

Riverlanders, and Lord Falgrave's Goldcloaks fight separately trying to take a gate. Gangs attack, and retreat, then attack again. Fires begin burning homes and men alike. Refugees and children run from flames and soldiers.

The Far Reach: 10,000 men

Seven ships are now slowly filling with Far Reach men. The process is slow for the lack of proper docks.


The exciting conclusion coming soon.[/quote]

[House Dustin]

Roland sees a hesitation in Andry's men and looks beyond to see the forces of the Crownlands had engaged him. He looked back at Tytos' rearguard crumbling under Plumm's attack. We cannot stand against the Westermen, there's only one way to go.

He looked over to where Tytos was issuing orders from horseback. He shouted in a clear voice of command, honed over a lifetime of fights, towards the young Riverlander. "There won't be a better time! We cannot stand here any longer. Come with me, Tytos! Come with me, Riverlanders! Come with me, Valemen! For the King! CHARGE!" He raised his sword above his head and spurred his horse. <Orders charge on Andry>

[Erik]

Assuming Erik's ships are those filled up, they launch and make for the River Gate.

[The Smith]

Lyas Bolton wearing the tabard and helm of dead Riverlander is standing five feet from Horas as the Hand looks down at the battle from the rise he had retreated too. Horas is cursing his failed charge.

Lyas yelled, "Lord Hand Beware enemies." Pointing down the hill, Lyas drew his sword, and began to cut down into Horas. Lyas' savage face was wide with anger and hate.

Then a great pain exploded in his shoulder. Stumbling Lyas fell to his knees. He sees his sword glistening still gripped by his hand. Yet oddly they are no longer attached to his body. Lyas grabbed at the dagger on his belt, but it had been postioned to be drawn by a hand no longer attached to his body. As he stared at the dagger on his belt, six inches of steel pierce his body.

Ser Brandon Rivers draws his sword back out and says simply, "Assassin."

Lyas looks at Horas and growls, his last words. Then he dies feet away from The Hand.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

The Far Reach army does whatever it can to expedite the loading of boats. Extra line is brought to help hold the ships steady, the siege ladders are used to help give extra access to the decks and the makeshift bridge made by Ser Gilbert are brought and tied lenghtwise along the shore instead of across the river to try and make a makeshift port facility to speed the process for the loading of future ships.

[The Smith]

Marten Lannister, Ser Benfry Yew, the King and their men are now clear and a Blackwood messenger is approaching.

[Horas]

Now outnumbered by the force Andry has dispatched after him, Horas retreats from the field.

[Aerys]

10 Velaryon warships hove into view from the north having sailed from Duskendale.

The commander Ser Rolland Storm signals Emmon Barclay's naval forces that they are friendly. A messenger is sent from the Velaryon flagship to Emmon Barclay asking where they can assist Barclay forces in the battle.

[dienekes]

Even with badass planning we Boltons still have no luck in war...