Post by The Stranger on Apr 9, 2008 13:28:22 GMT -5
Ser Grant watched his men throw themselves at the walls of the city. Lord Cafferen had ordered a full assault and since he held overall command Ser Grant could do nothing to dissuade him. He would have liked to bring siege machinery down from the Stormlands, or even to construct catapults. There were a few trees dotting the landscape and, though they were very far spread out, would have provided enough lumber for at least one or two catapults or ballistae. Three waves of Stormlanders were repulsed from the walls of Yronwood, while Lord Caffern sat on his horse on a hill overlooking the battlefield. Lord Dondarrion stood with him, growing more and more bothered as the attack continued.
After the second wave, Ser Grant could no longer stand with the commanders and, with a glance at his brother, spurred his horse down towards the walls, Lord Dondarrion following closely on his heels with and Ser Liam right behind him. The three, and their guards, rode into the fray with the third wave that slammed into the walls, only to be pushed back. The storm host began to crumble, but Lord Dondarrion began shouting words of encouragement to the men while Ser Grant started issuing orders to improve the assault. A roar went up from the troops and they renewed the attack ferociously.
Ser Grant raised his sword and bellowed, charging up to the gates, where a ram had finally made it past the fire arrows coming off the walls. The thick oaken gates were scarred from strikes, and a hole was beginning to appear in the center. An arrow flew down from the walls, slamming into Ser Grant’s left arm, driving him to the ground. He snarled, and snapped off the fletching. He took a deep breath and then pushed the arrow completely through his arm, so that the steel head came through the other side. He bellowed in pain, and then grabbed the arrow by the head and pulled it out, blood washing over his uninjured hand. He pressed a linen cloth into the wound to staunch the blood, tied it tight, and then stood. Many men were watching him, and seemed in a trance until a sharp CRACK split the air. The gates swung open, and the men at the ram charged forward with a roar.
Ser Grant and Liam charged with the flow, Grant’s wound forgotten. The brothers fought together, never far from each other, cutting men down in a graceful dance. Ser Grant parried a spear aimed at his head and hacked off its tip before Ser Liam stabbed the man holding the now useless haft. The brothers of the Griffin spun and slashed and parried until both were awash in sweat. Ser Liam beat back a man wearing the arms of Yronwood and cut him down before Ser Grant could even come to his side to help.
The two heard trumpets and saw cavalry charging down from the top of the hill, led by Lord Caffern himself. The battle was all but won, and Ser Grant himself took the sword from the man who could only be Lord Yronwood. “We've done our duty. We surrender, we are your hostages, Ser,” Yronwood said as he tossed his sword into the dust.
Ser Grant Connington improves to Noteworthy Swordsman
Ser Grant Connington improves toward Grandmaster Battle
Ser Liam Connington improves towards Grandmaster Swordsman
After the second wave, Ser Grant could no longer stand with the commanders and, with a glance at his brother, spurred his horse down towards the walls, Lord Dondarrion following closely on his heels with and Ser Liam right behind him. The three, and their guards, rode into the fray with the third wave that slammed into the walls, only to be pushed back. The storm host began to crumble, but Lord Dondarrion began shouting words of encouragement to the men while Ser Grant started issuing orders to improve the assault. A roar went up from the troops and they renewed the attack ferociously.
Ser Grant raised his sword and bellowed, charging up to the gates, where a ram had finally made it past the fire arrows coming off the walls. The thick oaken gates were scarred from strikes, and a hole was beginning to appear in the center. An arrow flew down from the walls, slamming into Ser Grant’s left arm, driving him to the ground. He snarled, and snapped off the fletching. He took a deep breath and then pushed the arrow completely through his arm, so that the steel head came through the other side. He bellowed in pain, and then grabbed the arrow by the head and pulled it out, blood washing over his uninjured hand. He pressed a linen cloth into the wound to staunch the blood, tied it tight, and then stood. Many men were watching him, and seemed in a trance until a sharp CRACK split the air. The gates swung open, and the men at the ram charged forward with a roar.
Ser Grant and Liam charged with the flow, Grant’s wound forgotten. The brothers fought together, never far from each other, cutting men down in a graceful dance. Ser Grant parried a spear aimed at his head and hacked off its tip before Ser Liam stabbed the man holding the now useless haft. The brothers of the Griffin spun and slashed and parried until both were awash in sweat. Ser Liam beat back a man wearing the arms of Yronwood and cut him down before Ser Grant could even come to his side to help.
The two heard trumpets and saw cavalry charging down from the top of the hill, led by Lord Caffern himself. The battle was all but won, and Ser Grant himself took the sword from the man who could only be Lord Yronwood. “We've done our duty. We surrender, we are your hostages, Ser,” Yronwood said as he tossed his sword into the dust.
Ser Grant Connington improves to Noteworthy Swordsman
Ser Grant Connington improves toward Grandmaster Battle
Ser Liam Connington improves towards Grandmaster Swordsman