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Post by Victarion on Apr 10, 2008 0:29:29 GMT -5
Jorah stood in the small town square with his lieutenants, looking at the dunes around him, his sword still sheathed and his helmet in his hands. All around him five hundred sellswords were busy lighting the Dornish village on fire, black smoke billowing into the air. Displayed prominently was the banner of House Lannister. A Dothraki came up to the captain, speaking in the guttural Dothraki language. "Jorah, 3000 horse riding, about ten minutes away, they fly the hooded blue hawk."
"Get ready to leave," Jorah answered, slipping the helmet over his long golden hair, and fingering Brightroar.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 0:31:09 GMT -5
Fowler Does not respond to the provocation. Instead it is 2000 Dornish guerrillas.
Please post your stats and numbers.
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Post by Victarion on Apr 10, 2008 0:38:45 GMT -5
Jorah and his men begin their retreat from the town, the Dornish in pursuit.
Jorah - Master in Longsword and Ambush, Grandmaster in Battle
Numbers - 1000 Unsullied buried in the sand, 500 Dornish skirmishers/Summer Islander archers
500 calvary of mixed Dothraki and Westerosi.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 1:17:17 GMT -5
Jorah Lannister- 100 2000 men
V.
Dornish Expert #1- 80 2000 men
Round 1:
Jorah: 104 Dornish E: 157
The Dornish ride fast, and catch their Dornish sell-sword brethren, giving them no quarter. The Summer-Islanders too, feel their wrath.
Remaining Troops: Lions: 1750 Dornish: 1900
Round 2:
Jorah: 194 Dornish:156
Now the trap is sprung, and the Unsullied appear from their hidden pits, attacking from the rear, as the cavalry wheels and attacks.
Jorah: 1575 Dornish: 1216
Round 3 Jorah: 120 Dornish: 151
The Dornish fight like demons, cutting their way into the midsts of the Unsullied, who are weakened by a broken formation. Blood flows freely mixing with the sand.
Jorah: 1008 Dornish:1090
Round 4
Jorah: 187 Dornish: 84
The Unsullied manage to reform, and soon the Dornish are broken, as the Summer Islanders charge them in the rear. They break, and the Dothraki ride them down like grass.
Jorah: 958 Dornish: 0
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