Coup

[The Smith]

Benfry

Looking a little buggered, aren't I?

Well, Benfry was warned in advance of this, although they have moved a little quicker than I had anticipated so I leave the outcome in your hands, but here's what I plan(ned) to do.

Benfry asked Lord Varner to bring his own men into the city (disguised as sellswords) and place them in key points in the city to watch for this sort of thing (although it was more to watch the goldcloaks and see if they were letting anyone past those key areas - not sure if Horas' & Trizty's men came into the Red Keep that way or not) so perhaps they'd assault the rear of the men attacking the King's Men.

About a third of the King's Men will be in the actual barracks, a third guarding the entrance to the royal chambers (led by Ser Danwell Farring) and the remainder scattered about here and there in the Red Keep either on patrol or on a bit of R & R.

Benfry will be either in the White Sword Tower, the Regent's chambers or with the King depending on the time of the attack I guess. He will either seek to get to the King asap, cutting his way through if necessary, or if with him try and get him & Prince Rodrick to Lord Varner and get them out of the palace. If he sees any Kingsguard/King's Men or even ordinary goldcloaks - there will be some around the palace, the King's Men were only to guard the royal quarters - not the entire Red Keep - he will round them up to help guard the royal family.

Basically if Lord Varner is part of this, Benfry is screwed, if he isn't I have a slim chance of getting out alive.

[The Smith]

Alexius Blackwood[/b]

Alexius walked along the corridors towards the front gate. He was looking for Tytos. His kin had left the Keep earlier to fetch some armor that had been repaired. He was taking his sweet time about it also. He stopped looking down at the Grand Hall below him. An eyebrow raised of its own volition.

As forty of the former Hand's guards were marching into the Keep. Seven Kingsmen approached them waving there arms and motioning for the Blackwood men to leave. Alexius' eyebrows almost leapt from his face when he saw the Riverlanders chop down the Kingsmen.

Alexius stumbled back his hand going to his stomach. His own kin had betrayed the King. How could they? Frightened thoughts skittered through his mind, and for a moment he wondered who he should support.

Then the thought of Benfry, and his others brothers pushed through and Alexius knew his course. He drew his sword with a near legendary grace, and grabbed a page wandering down the hall oblivous. Even now he could hear the stomps of boots coming up the stairs to his perch.

His voice snarled, "Boy run and warn the Kingsguard and men. The Riverlanders have betrayed us and are marching on the keep. Fly... or so help me I will kill you now." Alexius watched the boy flee down the hall.

Turning his eyes locked onto the eyes of Lord Trevor Tarly. The older man was staring at him surronded by eight other Far Reach swordsmen. Tarly looked into Alexius' eyes and sighed deeply. Then the Lord Regent said, "We are with you, and the King." He drew his sword and moved to stand beside Alexius. His men fanning out on either side.

When Brandon Rivers marched around the corner. He stopped in surprise. Ten men stood infront of his now eighty men. Looking at Tarly and Blackwood he said, "You do not have to die. We serve Rickon still. Surrendor and you will not be harmed."

Alexius snarled, but it was Tarly's calm dignfied voice that answered. "Is this serving your King, boy? Then I am glad you do not serve me." Looking at the other men following Brandon he shouted in a voice meant to carry, "If any of you have a shred of honor remaining, can you tell my wife that I thought of her, and the lads and lassies."

Alexius glanced at the Lord Regent of the Far Reach with a new found respect. Alexius would die today, but at least he would die with honorable companions. Nodding once to Tarly the Ten men Screamed out "Rickon!!" As they charged their attackers. Alexius cut through two guards with two swings, and Lord Tarly cutdown Brandon Rivers with a massive stroke.

Lord Trevor Tarly had long ago stopped working with the sword daily. He had always been a builder and engineer. When three men swung at him he only could block one. The other two weapons pierced him deeply and he fell dying to the floor.

One by one all of the Far Reachmen died. Soon Alexius Blackwood was standing alone in the midst of an army of Riverlanders. He was killing men he had grown up with, men he had trained with, and yet he could not be prouder. When he had struck down his Dozenth kill a part of him started to think he was going to kill these men, and none were going to pass him. Unfortunately by then he was completely surronded.

A sword he could not have possibly seen stabbed him in the back, running right through his lung. Blood sprayed from his mouth is a sickening spray. Turning, Alexius hacked off the man's head. Three more swords pierced his body as he slowed, Alexius fell to the ground. He tried to say something but it was just blood that exited his mouth.

[The Smith]

Alexius Blackwood[/b]

Alexius walked along the corridors towards the front gate. He was looking for Tytos. His kin had left the Keep earlier to fetch some armor that had been repaired. He was taking his sweet time about it also. He stopped looking down at the Grand Hall below him. An eyebrow raised of its own volition.

As forty of the former Hand's guards were marching into the Keep. Seven Kingsmen approached them waving there arms and motioning for the Blackwood men to leave. Alexius' eyebrows almost leapt from his face when he saw the Riverlanders chop down the Kingsmen.

Alexius stumbled back his hand going to his stomach. His own kin had betrayed the King. How could they? Frightened thoughts skittered through his mind, and for a moment he wondered who he should support.

Then the thought of Benfry, and his others brothers pushed through and Alexius knew his course. He drew his sword with a near legendary grace, and grabbed a page wandering down the hall oblivous. Even now he could hear the stomps of boots coming up the stairs to his perch.

His voice snarled, "Boy run and warn the Kingsguard and men. The Riverlanders have betrayed us and are marching on the keep. Fly... or so help me I will kill you now." Alexius watched the boy flee down the hall.

Turning his eyes locked onto the eyes of Lord Trevor Tarly. The older man was staring at him surronded by eight other Far Reach swordsmen. Tarly looked into Alexius' eyes and sighed deeply. Then the Lord Regent said, "We are with you, and the King." He drew his sword and moved to stand beside Alexius. His men fanning out on either side.

When Brandon Rivers marched around the corner. He stopped in surprise. Ten men stood infront of his now eighty men. Looking at Tarly and Blackwood he said, "You do not have to die. We serve Rickon still. Surrendor and you will not be harmed."

Alexius snarled, but it was Tarly's calm dignfied voice that answered. "Is this serving your King, boy? Then I am glad you do not serve me." Looking at the other men following Brandon he shouted in a voice meant to carry, "If any of you have a shred of honor remaining, can you tell my wife that I thought of her, and the lads and lassies."

Alexius glanced at the Lord Regent of the Far Reach with a new found respect. Alexius would die today, but at least he would die with honorable companions. Nodding once to Tarly the Ten men Screamed out "Rickon!!" As they charged their attackers. Alexius cut through two guards with two swings, and Lord Tarly cutdown Brandon Rivers with a massive stroke.

Lord Trevor Tarly had long ago stopped working with the sword daily. He had always been a builder and engineer. When three men swung at him he only could block one. The other two weapons pierced him deeply and he fell dying to the floor.

One by one all of the Far Reachmen died. Soon Alexius Blackwood was standing alone in the midst of an army of Riverlanders. He was killing men he had grown up with, men he had trained with, and yet he could not be prouder. When he had struck down his Dozenth kill a part of him started to think he was going to kill these men, and none were going to pass him. Unfortunately by then he was completely surronded.

A sword he could not have possibly seen stabbed him in the back, running right through his lung. Blood sprayed from his mouth is a sickening spray. Turning, Alexius hacked off the man's head. Three more swords pierced his body as he slowed, Alexius fell to the ground. He tried to say something but it was just blood that exited his mouth.

Felwick Gower[/b]

Felwick Gower and Qooros Wydman stood in the small training yard that they used to practice with King Rickon. The boy King clutched his small wooden sword tight as Wydman, on his knees, play duel with the lad.

Felwick's massive face smiled. The King was as good as could be expected for such a small lad. One day this King would be winning melees. Felwick's large finger scratched at his nose, and remembered training Lord Arryn's young boys back at Eyrie.

A sudden sound caused him to look at the primary door into the training yard. With out thought Gower took several steps in that direction. It opened and a man wearing the colors of Dorne stuck his head in, seeing the two brothers and the king, a wicked smile lazily crept over his face, "Juirey these in here!!"

The man-at-arms moved into the room his eyes on the King. He carried a spear, and some how Felwick knew this was wrong. Seeing two other men behind him also carring spears, the Giant acted.

He picked up the first man in both hands, and caved his head in on the stone door frame, then he threw the corpse into the men behind and slammed the door in their face. Gower held it closed and looked to Wydman. "Get 'em Away. I will hold them back as long as I can."

Qooros was on his feet and running with the King in his arms in mere moments. Felwick watched him leave through a servants door. Listened to thuds on the other side of the door, Gower wondered what they are hitting it with. Until the head of a spear powered through the wooden door.

Gower steped back, pulled the spear through the door, and then slamed it back home. He smiled as he heard a man cough in pain on the other side. Standing back Gower drew his massive sword and awaited the Dornish warriors.

Felwick did not wait long. Four men-at-arms charge the King's guard, but all of their blows get shrugged off by the Massive warrior. He kills them one at a time. Stepping over their bodies he walks into a bloody hall. Three Kingsmen lie dead near the door. They never knew what was coming, throats cut by men they thought allies.

Gower turned and saw Lord Varner walking down the hall. Lord Varner was walking away from Gower, towards an exit from the keep. Three Riverlanders turned a corner and started moving towards him. Gower began to raise his voice to warn the Lord, but the Riverlanders men just walked by him. Felwick's face brightened in anger. He began to run down the hall. He was going to murder that traitorous son of a bitch.

The first arrow caught him in his calf and he stumbled. Then three more punctured his back. Men had some how got in the hall behind him and had fired arrows at him. Gower bellowed like an angry bull. Lying there on the ground he watched as several angry Dornish men trotted down the hall to finish him off. Then Lord Barclay, some of his guards and some men wearing blue beetles crashed into the Dornish men from their rear. A pitched battle was taking place less then a hundred yards from his location, but Gower could not stand.

Most of the Riverlanders ran by the injured giant, but two stop. One leaning in closed asked, "You surrender big man?"

Gower burbled blood in a genuine laugh, then reached out and snapped the man's neck. His compatriot buried his sword into Felwick's still laughing face.

Pedryc Yew[/b]

[The Smith]

Alexius Blackwood[/b]

Alexius walked along the corridors towards the front gate. He was looking for Tytos. His kin had left the Keep earlier to fetch some armor that had been repaired. He was taking his sweet time about it also. He stopped looking down at the Grand Hall below him. An eyebrow raised of its own volition.

As forty of the former Hand's guards were marching into the Keep. Seven Kingsmen approached them waving there arms and motioning for the Blackwood men to leave. Alexius' eyebrows almost leapt from his face when he saw the Riverlanders chop down the Kingsmen.

Alexius stumbled back his hand going to his stomach. His own kin had betrayed the King. How could they? Frightened thoughts skittered through his mind, and for a moment he wondered who he should support.

Then the thought of Benfry, and his others brothers pushed through and Alexius knew his course. He drew his sword with a near legendary grace, and grabbed a page wandering down the hall oblivous. Even now he could hear the stomps of boots coming up the stairs to his perch.

His voice snarled, "Boy run and warn the Kingsguard and men. The Riverlanders have betrayed us and are marching on the keep. Fly... or so help me I will kill you now." Alexius watched the boy flee down the hall.

Turning his eyes locked onto the eyes of Lord Trevor Tarly. The older man was staring at him surronded by eight other Far Reach swordsmen. Tarly looked into Alexius' eyes and sighed deeply. Then the Lord Regent said, "We are with you, and the King." He drew his sword and moved to stand beside Alexius. His men fanning out on either side.

When Brandon Rivers marched around the corner. He stopped in surprise. Ten men stood infront of his now eighty men. Looking at Tarly and Blackwood he said, "You do not have to die. We serve Rickon still. Surrendor and you will not be harmed."

Alexius snarled, but it was Tarly's calm dignfied voice that answered. "Is this serving your King, boy? Then I am glad you do not serve me." Looking at the other men following Brandon he shouted in a voice meant to carry, "If any of you have a shred of honor remaining, can you tell my wife that I thought of her, and the lads and lassies."

Alexius glanced at the Lord Regent of the Far Reach with a new found respect. Alexius would die today, but at least he would die with honorable companions. Nodding once to Tarly the Ten men Screamed out "Rickon!!" As they charged their attackers. Alexius cut through two guards with two swings, and Lord Tarly cutdown Brandon Rivers with a massive stroke.

Lord Trevor Tarly had long ago stopped working with the sword daily. He had always been a builder and engineer. When three men swung at him he only could block one. The other two weapons pierced him deeply and he fell dying to the floor.

One by one all of the Far Reachmen died. Soon Alexius Blackwood was standing alone in the midst of an army of Riverlanders. He was killing men he had grown up with, men he had trained with, and yet he could not be prouder. When he had struck down his Dozenth kill a part of him started to think he was going to kill these men, and none were going to pass him. Unfortunately by then he was completely surronded.

A sword he could not have possibly seen stabbed him in the back, running right through his lung. Blood sprayed from his mouth is a sickening spray. Turning, Alexius hacked off the man's head. Three more swords pierced his body as he slowed, Alexius fell to the ground. He tried to say something but it was just blood that exited his mouth.

Felwick Gower[/b]

Felwick Gower and Qooros Wydman stood in the small training yard that they used to practice with King Rickon. The boy King clutched his small wooden sword tight as Wydman, on his knees, play duel with the lad.

Felwick's massive face smiled. The King was as good as could be expected for such a small lad. One day this King would be winning melees. Felwick's large finger scratched at his nose, and remembered training Lord Arryn's young boys back at Eyrie.

A sudden sound caused him to look at the primary door into the training yard. With out thought Gower took several steps in that direction. It opened and a man wearing the colors of Dorne stuck his head in, seeing the two brothers and the king, a wicked smile lazily crept over his face, "Juirey these in here!!"

The man-at-arms moved into the room his eyes on the King. He carried a spear, and some how Felwick knew this was wrong. Seeing two other men behind him also carring spears, the Giant acted.

He picked up the first man in both hands, and caved his head in on the stone door frame, then he threw the corpse into the men behind and slammed the door in their face. Gower held it closed and looked to Wydman. "Get 'em Away. I will hold them back as long as I can."

Qooros was on his feet and running with the King in his arms in mere moments. Felwick watched him leave through a servants door. Listened to thuds on the other side of the door, Gower wondered what they are hitting it with. Until the head of a spear powered through the wooden door.

Gower steped back, pulled the spear through the door, and then slamed it back home. He smiled as he heard a man cough in pain on the other side. Standing back Gower drew his massive sword and awaited the Dornish warriors.

Felwick did not wait long. Four men-at-arms charge the King's guard, but all of their blows get shrugged off by the Massive warrior. He kills them one at a time. Stepping over their bodies he walks into a bloody hall. Three Kingsmen lie dead near the door. They never knew what was coming, throats cut by men they thought allies.

Gower turned and saw Lord Varner walking down the hall. Lord Varner was walking away from Gower, towards an exit from the keep. Three Riverlanders turned a corner and started moving towards him. Gower began to raise his voice to warn the Lord, but the Riverlanders men just walked by him. Felwick's face brightened in anger. He began to run down the hall. He was going to murder that traitorous son of a bitch.

The first arrow caught him in his calf and he stumbled. Then three more punctured his back. Men had some how got in the hall behind him and had fired arrows at him. Gower bellowed like an angry bull. Lying there on the ground he watched as several angry Dornish men trotted down the hall to finish him off. Then Lord Barclay, some of his guards and some men wearing blue beetles crashed into the Dornish men from their rear. A pitched battle was taking place less then a hundred yards from his location, but Gower could not stand.

Most of the Riverlanders ran by the injured giant, but two stop. One leaning in closed asked, "You surrender big man?"

Gower burbled blood in a genuine laugh, then reached out and snapped the man's neck. His compatriot buried his sword into Felwick's still laughing face.

Pedryc Yew[/b]

When the page slammed at Yew's door the man woke up and had his sword in his hand before his eyes were open. Walking to the door he opened it and looked at the panicked page. "What?"

The page yelled, "We have been Betrayed, The Hand rebels and seeks to kill the King!!"

Yew opened his mouth to tell off the young lad, but then he heard distant fighting in the keep. Looking down the hallway he immediately began to run. Soon he came upon three dead Kingsmen. There attackers were making jokes over their corpses. The six men turned and looked at Yew. Only one of them recognized him, not in armor and wearing just a long shirt for sleeping. That one Riverlander ran, and got to survive for another hour.

Yew carved a swath of dead men through out the Keep. Moving through the keep he keep coming upon small groups of Riverlander soldiers who did not recognize him until his sword was partin their flesh.

Pedryc was searching for any of his brothers or the King, what he found was Lord Seth Falgrave. Seth was being attacked by two skilled Blackwood solders, and fairing well. But with Yew's help the men were dead moment's later.

The two joined up and began stalking the halls of the Keep eliminating their many foes. Where ever they went men fell to arrow and blade. Being worked by two legendary masters. With Yew able to guard him, Lord Falgrave was able to work his bow from the rear with great skill.

Unfortunately their fates turned on two points. Seth's quiver went dry, and they stumbled upon a force too large too handle, even for them. Working with swords they are forced to retreat. Running around several corners they keep retreating, killing the edges of the group, but desperate to keep them away.

Yew was rushing down a corridor when a door opened and a face from his youth looked at him urgently. "Come in." The voice commanded with earnest concern.

Yew looked at Seth and nodded, "He is one of the few Western Lords I have ever trusted." Yew quickly moved into the room. Seth reluctantly followed. The door is quietly shut behind the two men.

Yew and Seth find that they are in a room with several men, all Lannisters or their Bannermen. Yew smiles at Lord Maurin and nods.

Maurin says, "We should give them a moment to move away." Offering up a smile he added, "It has been a long time Pedryc. You have become quite the legend."

Yew blushed and looked away. Shrugging he was about to speak when the dagger passed across his throat. At the same moment a warhammer crunched into Seth's sword arm producing a sickening crunch. Marten Lannister pushed Seth to the ground as other men began to bind him.

Yew looked into the eyes of his old friend Maurin and saw just a hint of regret. Pedryc flopped to his back and watch the Lannister wipe his dagger clean on a fine cloth.

Qooros Wydman[/b]

Qooros ran through the halls looking for the right rooms. Gower had bought him some time, but he knew his flowing white cape and white armor marked him out like a bullseye. Finally he saw two men wearing the proper coats-of-arms at the end of a hallway.

[The Smith]

Alexius Blackwood[/b]

Alexius walked along the corridors towards the front gate. He was looking for Tytos. His kin had left the Keep earlier to fetch some armor that had been repaired. He was taking his sweet time about it also. He stopped looking down at the Grand Hall below him. An eyebrow raised of its own volition.

As forty of the former Hand's guards were marching into the Keep. Seven Kingsmen approached them waving there arms and motioning for the Blackwood men to leave. Alexius' eyebrows almost leapt from his face when he saw the Riverlanders chop down the Kingsmen.

Alexius stumbled back his hand going to his stomach. His own kin had betrayed the King. How could they? Frightened thoughts skittered through his mind, and for a moment he wondered who he should support.

Then the thought of Benfry, and his others brothers pushed through and Alexius knew his course. He drew his sword with a near legendary grace, and grabbed a page wandering down the hall oblivous. Even now he could hear the stomps of boots coming up the stairs to his perch.

His voice snarled, "Boy run and warn the Kingsguard and men. The Riverlanders have betrayed us and are marching on the keep. Fly... or so help me I will kill you now." Alexius watched the boy flee down the hall.

Turning his eyes locked onto the eyes of Lord Trevor Tarly. The older man was staring at him surronded by eight other Far Reach swordsmen. Tarly looked into Alexius' eyes and sighed deeply. Then the Lord Regent said, "We are with you, and the King." He drew his sword and moved to stand beside Alexius. His men fanning out on either side.

When Brandon Rivers marched around the corner. He stopped in surprise. Ten men stood infront of his now eighty men. Looking at Tarly and Blackwood he said, "You do not have to die. We serve Rickon still. Surrendor and you will not be harmed."

Alexius snarled, but it was Tarly's calm dignfied voice that answered. "Is this serving your King, boy? Then I am glad you do not serve me." Looking at the other men following Brandon he shouted in a voice meant to carry, "If any of you have a shred of honor remaining, can you tell my wife that I thought of her, and the lads and lassies."

Alexius glanced at the Lord Regent of the Far Reach with a new found respect. Alexius would die today, but at least he would die with honorable companions. Nodding once to Tarly the Ten men Screamed out "Rickon!!" As they charged their attackers. Alexius cut through two guards with two swings, and Lord Tarly cutdown Brandon Rivers with a massive stroke.

Lord Trevor Tarly had long ago stopped working with the sword daily. He had always been a builder and engineer. When three men swung at him he only could block one. The other two weapons pierced him deeply and he fell dying to the floor.

One by one all of the Far Reachmen died. Soon Alexius Blackwood was standing alone in the midst of an army of Riverlanders. He was killing men he had grown up with, men he had trained with, and yet he could not be prouder. When he had struck down his Dozenth kill a part of him started to think he was going to kill these men, and none were going to pass him. Unfortunately by then he was completely surronded.

A sword he could not have possibly seen stabbed him in the back, running right through his lung. Blood sprayed from his mouth is a sickening spray. Turning, Alexius hacked off the man's head. Three more swords pierced his body as he slowed, Alexius fell to the ground. He tried to say something but it was just blood that exited his mouth.

Felwick Gower[/b]

Felwick Gower and Qooros Wydman stood in the small training yard that they used to practice with King Rickon. The boy King clutched his small wooden sword tight as Wydman, on his knees, play duel with the lad.

Felwick's massive face smiled. The King was as good as could be expected for such a small lad. One day this King would be winning melees. Felwick's large finger scratched at his nose, and remembered training Lord Arryn's young boys back at Eyrie.

A sudden sound caused him to look at the primary door into the training yard. With out thought Gower took several steps in that direction. It opened and a man wearing the colors of Dorne stuck his head in, seeing the two brothers and the king, a wicked smile lazily crept over his face, "Juirey these in here!!"

The man-at-arms moved into the room his eyes on the King. He carried a spear, and some how Felwick knew this was wrong. Seeing two other men behind him also carring spears, the Giant acted.

He picked up the first man in both hands, and caved his head in on the stone door frame, then he threw the corpse into the men behind and slammed the door in their face. Gower held it closed and looked to Wydman. "Get 'em Away. I will hold them back as long as I can."

Qooros was on his feet and running with the King in his arms in mere moments. Felwick watched him leave through a servants door. Listened to thuds on the other side of the door, Gower wondered what they are hitting it with. Until the head of a spear powered through the wooden door.

Gower steped back, pulled the spear through the door, and then slamed it back home. He smiled as he heard a man cough in pain on the other side. Standing back Gower drew his massive sword and awaited the Dornish warriors.

Felwick did not wait long. Four men-at-arms charge the King's guard, but all of their blows get shrugged off by the Massive warrior. He kills them one at a time. Stepping over their bodies he walks into a bloody hall. Three Kingsmen lie dead near the door. They never knew what was coming, throats cut by men they thought allies.

Gower turned and saw Lord Varner walking down the hall. Lord Varner was walking away from Gower, towards an exit from the keep. Three Riverlanders turned a corner and started moving towards him. Gower began to raise his voice to warn the Lord, but the Riverlanders men just walked by him. Felwick's face brightened in anger. He began to run down the hall. He was going to murder that traitorous son of a bitch.

The first arrow caught him in his calf and he stumbled. Then three more punctured his back. Men had some how got in the hall behind him and had fired arrows at him. Gower bellowed like an angry bull. Lying there on the ground he watched as several angry Dornish men trotted down the hall to finish him off. Then Lord Barclay, some of his guards and some men wearing blue beetles crashed into the Dornish men from their rear. A pitched battle was taking place less then a hundred yards from his location, but Gower could not stand.

Most of the Riverlanders ran by the injured giant, but two stop. One leaning in closed asked, "You surrender big man?"

Gower burbled blood in a genuine laugh, then reached out and snapped the man's neck. His compatriot buried his sword into Felwick's still laughing face.

Pedryc Yew[/b]

When the page slammed at Yew's door the man woke up and had his sword in his hand before his eyes were open. Walking to the door he opened it and looked at the panicked page. "What?"

The page yelled, "We have been Betrayed, The Hand rebels and seeks to kill the King!!"

Yew opened his mouth to tell off the young lad, but then he heard distant fighting in the keep. Looking down the hallway he immediately began to run. Soon he came upon three dead Kingsmen. There attackers were making jokes over their corpses. The six men turned and looked at Yew. Only one of them recognized him, not in armor and wearing just a long shirt for sleeping. That one Riverlander ran, and got to survive for another hour.

Yew carved a swath of dead men through out the Keep. Moving through the keep he keep coming upon small groups of Riverlander soldiers who did not recognize him until his sword was partin their flesh.

Pedryc was searching for any of his brothers or the King, what he found was Lord Seth Falgrave. Seth was being attacked by two skilled Blackwood solders, and fairing well. But with Yew's help the men were dead moment's later.

The two joined up and began stalking the halls of the Keep eliminating their many foes. Where ever they went men fell to arrow and blade. Being worked by two legendary masters. With Yew able to guard him, Lord Falgrave was able to work his bow from the rear with great skill.

Unfortunately their fates turned on two points. Seth's quiver went dry, and they stumbled upon a force too large too handle, even for them. Working with swords they are forced to retreat. Running around several corners they keep retreating, killing the edges of the group, but desperate to keep them away.

Yew was rushing down a corridor when a door opened and a face from his youth looked at him urgently. "Come in." The voice commanded with earnest concern.

Yew looked at Seth and nodded, "He is one of the few Western Lords I have ever trusted." Yew quickly moved into the room. Seth reluctantly followed. The door is quietly shut behind the two men.

Yew and Seth find that they are in a room with several men, all Lannisters or their Bannermen. Yew smiles at Lord Maurin and nods.

Maurin says, "We should give them a moment to move away." Offering up a smile he added, "It has been a long time Pedryc. You have become quite the legend."

Yew blushed and looked away. Shrugging he was about to speak when the dagger passed across his throat. At the same moment a warhammer crunched into Seth's sword arm producing a sickening crunch. Marten Lannister pushed Seth to the ground as other men began to bind him.

Yew looked into the eyes of his old friend Maurin and saw just a hint of regret. Pedryc flopped to his back and watch the Lannister wipe his dagger clean on a fine cloth.

Qooros Wydman[/b]

Qooros ran through the halls looking for the right rooms. Gower had bought him some time, but he knew his flowing white cape and white armor marked him out like a bullseye. Finally he saw two men wearing the proper coats-of-arms at the end of a hallway. The men almost touched their swords, but seeing a King's Guard they bowed instead.

Qooros said breathing hard, "I need to see him." The two men glanced at each other and nodded. They opened the door and Wydman walked in.

Roland Royce and several other Valesmen stood around the room donning their armor and weapons. A man was giving a report to Ser Royce, "They are letting any Lord walk out as long as they do not resist, milord."

Roland scoffed, "Thats as good as fighting for the Traitors. No we will not sit this out." Then his eyes turn to the King's Guard men, and the King. Roland's eyes fly open and he appears confused.

Qooros speaks before the man has a chance too, "Good. I had thought you would be on the King's side. There is no time. You must take the King and flee."

Roland stood forward and nodded, "Yes we will fight our way out..."

Qooros interupted him, "No we will not. The King must be protected. They will let you and yours leave as long as you do not fight. There are too many men fighting for the Hand. You must do this Roland... I think it will work."

Roland opened his mouth to reject the idea outright, but then shut his mouth. His men had reported on the numbers, and the King's Guard was right. He nodded instead, "Alright take off that White cloak though, you will be to recognizable."

Qooros shook his head, "I will be too recognizable anyway. It is enough of a risk with a boy looking like Rickon. You can not have me as well."

After a too long debate in Wydman's mind, Royce had agreed. Qooros had left the room, and set off to get as far away as possible. He wore a proud smile on his face.

Qooros crept through the halls peering around corners with caution. He knew he was the worst of the King's guard with a sword, but he was still very proud. Peeking around a corner he saw eight Riverlanders searching rooms.

Nodding to himself, Qooros nodded. Unstrapping his white chest plate he laid it gently on the ground. Then rounding the corner he charged the men screaming, holding his sword high above his head. He knew that if he was taken alive he would be made to talk. He could not allow that to happen, and he could not cut his way out of here like Yew or Smith. No... he had to die. It was the only way to protect the King's location.

Qooros Wydman did not even swing his sword as he was chopped down by three blades.


Edrick Dondarrion[/b]

Edrick had been enjoying a drink with Lord Caron at an inn when men had come in talking about a battle in the Keep. Caron had gone to find his men, but Dondarrion had known it was his duty to return to the Keep, even alone.

As he neared the Keep he saw Lord Harlaw and Lord Coldiron walking with a large group of Ironborn reavers around them. Harlaw still looked pale from the wound he had recieved in the melee. They were clearly leaving the Keep.

Dondarrion asked, "What happens in the Keep? I have heard such foul rumors?"

Harlaw looked at him and did not reply just moves away. But Coldiron looks at him a moment and then back at the Keep. "I would not go in there if I were you." He grumbled.

Dondarrion looked at him, and sensed that he was telling the truth of the matter. "Thank you." He said to the Ironborn. Edrick knew he had no choice. The last choice he had made was taking on the white. So riding forward he drew his sword.

It was not lighting that fell from the sky to end his life, but arrows from the Riverlanders guarding the walls.

Benfry Smith[/b]

[The Smith]

Alexius Blackwood[/b]

Alexius walked along the corridors towards the front gate. He was looking for Tytos. His kin had left the Keep earlier to fetch some armor that had been repaired. He was taking his sweet time about it also. He stopped looking down at the Grand Hall below him. An eyebrow raised of its own volition.

As forty of the former Hand's guards were marching into the Keep. Seven Kingsmen approached them waving there arms and motioning for the Blackwood men to leave. Alexius' eyebrows almost leapt from his face when he saw the Riverlanders chop down the Kingsmen.

Alexius stumbled back his hand going to his stomach. His own kin had betrayed the King. How could they? Frightened thoughts skittered through his mind, and for a moment he wondered who he should support.

Then the thought of Benfry, and his others brothers pushed through and Alexius knew his course. He drew his sword with a near legendary grace, and grabbed a page wandering down the hall oblivous. Even now he could hear the stomps of boots coming up the stairs to his perch.

His voice snarled, "Boy run and warn the Kingsguard and men. The Riverlanders have betrayed us and are marching on the keep. Fly... or so help me I will kill you now." Alexius watched the boy flee down the hall.

Turning his eyes locked onto the eyes of Lord Trevor Tarly. The older man was staring at him surronded by eight other Far Reach swordsmen. Tarly looked into Alexius' eyes and sighed deeply. Then the Lord Regent said, "We are with you, and the King." He drew his sword and moved to stand beside Alexius. His men fanning out on either side.

When Brandon Rivers marched around the corner. He stopped in surprise. Ten men stood infront of his now eighty men. Looking at Tarly and Blackwood he said, "You do not have to die. We serve Rickon still. Surrendor and you will not be harmed."

Alexius snarled, but it was Tarly's calm dignfied voice that answered. "Is this serving your King, boy? Then I am glad you do not serve me." Looking at the other men following Brandon he shouted in a voice meant to carry, "If any of you have a shred of honor remaining, can you tell my wife that I thought of her, and the lads and lassies."

Alexius glanced at the Lord Regent of the Far Reach with a new found respect. Alexius would die today, but at least he would die with honorable companions. Nodding once to Tarly the Ten men Screamed out "Rickon!!" As they charged their attackers. Alexius cut through two guards with two swings, and Lord Tarly cutdown Brandon Rivers with a massive stroke.

Lord Trevor Tarly had long ago stopped working with the sword daily. He had always been a builder and engineer. When three men swung at him he only could block one. The other two weapons pierced him deeply and he fell dying to the floor.

One by one all of the Far Reachmen died. Soon Alexius Blackwood was standing alone in the midst of an army of Riverlanders. He was killing men he had grown up with, men he had trained with, and yet he could not be prouder. When he had struck down his Dozenth kill a part of him started to think he was going to kill these men, and none were going to pass him. Unfortunately by then he was completely surronded.

A sword he could not have possibly seen stabbed him in the back, running right through his lung. Blood sprayed from his mouth is a sickening spray. Turning, Alexius hacked off the man's head. Three more swords pierced his body as he slowed, Alexius fell to the ground. He tried to say something but it was just blood that exited his mouth.

Felwick Gower[/b]

Felwick Gower and Qooros Wydman stood in the small training yard that they used to practice with King Rickon. The boy King clutched his small wooden sword tight as Wydman, on his knees, play duel with the lad.

Felwick's massive face smiled. The King was as good as could be expected for such a small lad. One day this King would be winning melees. Felwick's large finger scratched at his nose, and remembered training Lord Arryn's young boys back at Eyrie.

A sudden sound caused him to look at the primary door into the training yard. With out thought Gower took several steps in that direction. It opened and a man wearing the colors of Dorne stuck his head in, seeing the two brothers and the king, a wicked smile lazily crept over his face, "Juirey these in here!!"

The man-at-arms moved into the room his eyes on the King. He carried a spear, and some how Felwick knew this was wrong. Seeing two other men behind him also carring spears, the Giant acted.

He picked up the first man in both hands, and caved his head in on the stone door frame, then he threw the corpse into the men behind and slammed the door in their face. Gower held it closed and looked to Wydman. "Get 'em Away. I will hold them back as long as I can."

Qooros was on his feet and running with the King in his arms in mere moments. Felwick watched him leave through a servants door. Listened to thuds on the other side of the door, Gower wondered what they are hitting it with. Until the head of a spear powered through the wooden door.

Gower steped back, pulled the spear through the door, and then slamed it back home. He smiled as he heard a man cough in pain on the other side. Standing back Gower drew his massive sword and awaited the Dornish warriors.

Felwick did not wait long. Four men-at-arms charge the King's guard, but all of their blows get shrugged off by the Massive warrior. He kills them one at a time. Stepping over their bodies he walks into a bloody hall. Three Kingsmen lie dead near the door. They never knew what was coming, throats cut by men they thought allies.

Gower turned and saw Lord Varner walking down the hall. Lord Varner was walking away from Gower, towards an exit from the keep. Three Riverlanders turned a corner and started moving towards him. Gower began to raise his voice to warn the Lord, but the Riverlanders men just walked by him. Felwick's face brightened in anger. He began to run down the hall. He was going to murder that traitorous son of a bitch.

The first arrow caught him in his calf and he stumbled. Then three more punctured his back. Men had some how got in the hall behind him and had fired arrows at him. Gower bellowed like an angry bull. Lying there on the ground he watched as several angry Dornish men trotted down the hall to finish him off. Then Lord Barclay, some of his guards and some men wearing blue beetles crashed into the Dornish men from their rear. A pitched battle was taking place less then a hundred yards from his location, but Gower could not stand.

Most of the Riverlanders ran by the injured giant, but two stop. One leaning in closed asked, "You surrender big man?"

Gower burbled blood in a genuine laugh, then reached out and snapped the man's neck. His compatriot buried his sword into Felwick's still laughing face.

Pedryc Yew[/b]

When the page slammed at Yew's door the man woke up and had his sword in his hand before his eyes were open. Walking to the door he opened it and looked at the panicked page. "What?"

The page yelled, "We have been Betrayed, The Hand rebels and seeks to kill the King!!"

Yew opened his mouth to tell off the young lad, but then he heard distant fighting in the keep. Looking down the hallway he immediately began to run. Soon he came upon three dead Kingsmen. There attackers were making jokes over their corpses. The six men turned and looked at Yew. Only one of them recognized him, not in armor and wearing just a long shirt for sleeping. That one Riverlander ran, and got to survive for another hour.

Yew carved a swath of dead men through out the Keep. Moving through the keep he keep coming upon small groups of Riverlander soldiers who did not recognize him until his sword was partin their flesh.

Pedryc was searching for any of his brothers or the King, what he found was Lord Seth Falgrave. Seth was being attacked by two skilled Blackwood solders, and fairing well. But with Yew's help the men were dead moment's later.

The two joined up and began stalking the halls of the Keep eliminating their many foes. Where ever they went men fell to arrow and blade. Being worked by two legendary masters. With Yew able to guard him, Lord Falgrave was able to work his bow from the rear with great skill.

Unfortunately their fates turned on two points. Seth's quiver went dry, and they stumbled upon a force too large too handle, even for them. Working with swords they are forced to retreat. Running around several corners they keep retreating, killing the edges of the group, but desperate to keep them away.

Yew was rushing down a corridor when a door opened and a face from his youth looked at him urgently. "Come in." The voice commanded with earnest concern.

Yew looked at Seth and nodded, "He is one of the few Western Lords I have ever trusted." Yew quickly moved into the room. Seth reluctantly followed. The door is quietly shut behind the two men.

Yew and Seth find that they are in a room with several men, all Lannisters or their Bannermen. Yew smiles at Lord Maurin and nods.

Maurin says, "We should give them a moment to move away." Offering up a smile he added, "It has been a long time Pedryc. You have become quite the legend."

Yew blushed and looked away. Shrugging he was about to speak when the dagger passed across his throat. At the same moment a warhammer crunched into Seth's sword arm producing a sickening crunch. Marten Lannister pushed Seth to the ground as other men began to bind him.

Yew looked into the eyes of his old friend Maurin and saw just a hint of regret. Pedryc flopped to his back and watch the Lannister wipe his dagger clean on a fine cloth.

Qooros Wydman[/b]

Qooros ran through the halls looking for the right rooms. Gower had bought him some time, but he knew his flowing white cape and white armor marked him out like a bullseye. Finally he saw two men wearing the proper coats-of-arms at the end of a hallway. The men almost touched their swords, but seeing a King's Guard they bowed instead.

Qooros said breathing hard, "I need to see him." The two men glanced at each other and nodded. They opened the door and Wydman walked in.

Roland Royce and several other Valesmen stood around the room donning their armor and weapons. A man was giving a report to Ser Royce, "They are letting any Lord walk out as long as they do not resist, milord."

Roland scoffed, "Thats as good as fighting for the Traitors. No we will not sit this out." Then his eyes turn to the King's Guard men, and the King. Roland's eyes fly open and he appears confused.

Qooros speaks before the man has a chance too, "Good. I had thought you would be on the King's side. There is no time. You must take the King and flee."

Roland stood forward and nodded, "Yes we will fight our way out..."

Qooros interupted him, "No we will not. The King must be protected. They will let you and yours leave as long as you do not fight. There are too many men fighting for the Hand. You must do this Roland... I think it will work."

Roland opened his mouth to reject the idea outright, but then shut his mouth. His men had reported on the numbers, and the King's Guard was right. He nodded instead, "Alright take off that White cloak though, you will be to recognizable."

Qooros shook his head, "I will be too recognizable anyway. It is enough of a risk with a boy looking like Rickon. You can not have me as well."

After a too long debate in Wydman's mind, Royce had agreed. Qooros had left the room, and set off to get as far away as possible. He wore a proud smile on his face.

Qooros crept through the halls peering around corners with caution. He knew he was the worst of the King's guard with a sword, but he was still very proud. Peeking around a corner he saw eight Riverlanders searching rooms.

Nodding to himself, Qooros nodded. Unstrapping his white chest plate he laid it gently on the ground. Then rounding the corner he charged the men screaming, holding his sword high above his head. He knew that if he was taken alive he would be made to talk. He could not allow that to happen, and he could not cut his way out of here like Yew or Smith. No... he had to die. It was the only way to protect the King's location.

Qooros Wydman did not even swing his sword as he was chopped down by three blades.


Edrick Dondarrion[/b]

Edrick had been enjoying a drink with Lord Caron at an inn when men had come in talking about a battle in the Keep. Caron had gone to find his men, but Dondarrion had known it was his duty to return to the Keep, even alone.

As he neared the Keep he saw Lord Harlaw and Lord Coldiron walking with a large group of Ironborn reavers around them. Harlaw still looked pale from the wound he had recieved in the melee. They were clearly leaving the Keep.

Dondarrion asked, "What happens in the Keep? I have heard such foul rumors?"

Harlaw looked at him and did not reply just moves away. But Coldiron looks at him a moment and then back at the Keep. "I would not go in there if I were you." He grumbled.

Dondarrion looked at him, and sensed that he was telling the truth of the matter. "Thank you." He said to the Ironborn. Edrick knew he had no choice. The last choice he had made was taking on the white. So riding forward he drew his sword.

It was not lighting that fell from the sky to end his life, but arrows from the Riverlanders guarding the walls.

Benfry Smith[/b]

The Lord Commander cut down two more riverlanders and then moved. He had been in his chambers when the word had reached him. Horas had betrayed all. And now his word fallen apart.

Smith had already cut his way to the King's quarters, and had gotten close enough to know the King was not there. Now he was going towards the White Sword Tower. It could be defended longer then other parts of the Keep, and seemed a natural rally point for his brothers.

Gaining entrance turned out to be too easy, so as he ascended the stairs, Benfry was sure what he would find. Sure enough as soon as he opened the doors into the meeting chamber he saw the mass of Riverlanders standing around the walls. There was only one surprise. Standing, slowly flipping through the white book was Ser Timm Dayne.

Timm looked up to Benfry with a truly sad expression on his face. "I do not suppose there is any way you would lay down your sword Lord Commander?"

Benfry looked at him and the men around him. Then he silently drew his sword. "You are between me and my duty, Ser Vikary."

Timm nodded and looked very sad. "If Lord Smith Defeats me. I command you all to let him leave this room."

The two men crossed swords. Sparks flashing across the room. The other men stood back in awe as the spectacular display of swordsmanship. For what seemed like far too long the men danced their graceful, deadly dance across the floor.

Then finally their was an slip, follow by a scream and splash of blood. Lord Smith fell to his knees. Looking up at Timm Dayne he smiled savagely, "You can not take off the white Vikary it is not allowed." Forcing himself to his feet, Benfry stepped forward and swung once again at Timm. Timm blocked the blow with Dawn and pushed Benfry back down.

Timm knocked the sword from Benfry's hands, and said, "I am sorry. I find I can not kill you." With the flat of Dawn he craks Benfry across his temple.

As Benfry passes out he hears Timm ordering him a Maester.

Tytos Blackwood[/b]

Tytos stared with pure anguish at the walls of the Red Keep. He had been outside for the longest half hour of his life. When he had returned to the Keep he had seen his Brother Dondarrion shoot down by archers infront of the gates. He knew that approaching was instant death, but his duty and honor laid inside those walls.

Every several moments he gave up plotting a way in and thought about charging the walls. Maybe he could kill some men. Yet that was not wise, that would not save the King. And if he was being honest he did not really want to die.

Ser Roland Royce was now joing the ranks of the Traitors he noticed. The Lord was moving away from the Keep with a party of men and a couple of pages. He had thought better of the Royces... Wait.

Tytos' gaze looked on one of the smaller boys. The way he moved, his hair was cut short, and there were welts on his face. But Tytos was sure. He smiled.

Moving back into the shadows and plotting out where to approach Royce, Tytos knew he had a purpose. He had been right to not throw his life away against the walls.

Results
Killed: Ser Alexius Blackwood, Lord Trevor Tarly, Ser Felwick Gower, Ser Pedryc Yew, Ser Qooros Wydman, Ser Edrick Dondarrion

Captured: Lord Emmon Barclay, Lord Seth Flargrave, Lord Commander Benfry Smith

Horas takes command of the Red Keep.

King Rickon missing.