Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 15:06:28 GMT -5
Ser Mychel Hill at Hellolt
Ser Mychel led the remaining westermen under Lord Irwyn across the desert towards Hellholt, where rumors said that the Stone Hawk himself would meet Irwyn there for battle. As the crown armies crossed the Brinstone River, they could see Hellholt rising up on a hill, and Fowler’s banner raised on a hill near the riverbank. Irwyn rode out to parlay with the Dornish general, and then rode back to the army once it was in position for battle. He ordered the advance and the men started to march towards the Dornish.
The fight was chaotic. Mors had orderd the western pikes planted in the center of the crown line, expecting a Dornish cavalry charge but the snakes ahd wheeled their horses at the last minute and fired a withering volley of arrows into Mors’ pikemen. Ser Mychel cursed their tactics but at the same time admired the pinpoint precision and skill it took to use them. The Dornish were nothing if not worthy soldiers.
As the infantry advanced under the Lord Irwyn’s banner, they cut a deep swath into the Dornish lines before they were ground to a halt. Ser Mychel found himself in the front lines, pressed on all sides. He fought with a western spearman at his back, each of them striking down dozens of foes, before he turned and realized that it was Mors Lydden. The young lordling flashed Ser Mychel a grin, just a little to wide for a fully sane man. Ser Mychel grunted and the two put their backs together again and were forced to fight off the Dornish until a wave of Mander cavalrymen swept through the line cutting down many Dornish, though Ser Mychel saw their leader, a Florent, struck down by an arrow in his neck.
As the crown lines faltered, Mors stabbed a Dornishman with his spear, knicking the man off his horse. Mors lept onto the beast’s back, knocking the corpse to the ground, while Ser Mychel grined and repeated the manouver on the next closest Dornish cavalryman. The two began fighting from horseback, rallying the westermen to them forming a cohesive line on the left flank. From his position he could see the right flank faltering, though the center still held firm.
The onslaught began to grow too great for the westermen, who were pushed back despite the skill of Mors and Ser Mychel. As the westermen are pushed back, Ser Mychel begins to see Fowler’s mistake in ordering the push, as the Dornish lines are slowly overextended. Mors notices the fact at the same moment as Lord Irwyn and the left and center charge forward cutting down scores of Dornishmen. The Stone Hawk began to reform his lines, but the damage was done as many of his men lay dying in the sand.
The right flank of the crown forces charged forward and all the whole crown force pushes into the Dornish army taking more land, foot by bloody foot. Ser Mychel is knocked from his horse, but finds him self under Lord Irwyn’s banner, not half a league from the Stone Hawk himself. As he rises to his feet, he sees the commander of the crown army strike down Fowler’s standard-bearer, which causes many Dornishmen to flee in fear that their general has been killed. Irwyn charged up the hill towards Fowler like an angry bull, and Ser Mychel was the first man to stop ten feet from the dueling generals, as a circle of other soldiers formed around him.
The two fought a legendary battle, but it was the Stone Hawk that fell in the end, and Ser Mychel’s grip on his sword loosened a little. Many people might yet die, but the bloodiest phase of this war would now be over, and hopefully reconstruction and peace could follow.
Ser Mychel Hill moves to Master Swordsman
Ser Mychel Hill moves towards Master Battle
Ser Mychel led the remaining westermen under Lord Irwyn across the desert towards Hellholt, where rumors said that the Stone Hawk himself would meet Irwyn there for battle. As the crown armies crossed the Brinstone River, they could see Hellholt rising up on a hill, and Fowler’s banner raised on a hill near the riverbank. Irwyn rode out to parlay with the Dornish general, and then rode back to the army once it was in position for battle. He ordered the advance and the men started to march towards the Dornish.
The fight was chaotic. Mors had orderd the western pikes planted in the center of the crown line, expecting a Dornish cavalry charge but the snakes ahd wheeled their horses at the last minute and fired a withering volley of arrows into Mors’ pikemen. Ser Mychel cursed their tactics but at the same time admired the pinpoint precision and skill it took to use them. The Dornish were nothing if not worthy soldiers.
As the infantry advanced under the Lord Irwyn’s banner, they cut a deep swath into the Dornish lines before they were ground to a halt. Ser Mychel found himself in the front lines, pressed on all sides. He fought with a western spearman at his back, each of them striking down dozens of foes, before he turned and realized that it was Mors Lydden. The young lordling flashed Ser Mychel a grin, just a little to wide for a fully sane man. Ser Mychel grunted and the two put their backs together again and were forced to fight off the Dornish until a wave of Mander cavalrymen swept through the line cutting down many Dornish, though Ser Mychel saw their leader, a Florent, struck down by an arrow in his neck.
As the crown lines faltered, Mors stabbed a Dornishman with his spear, knicking the man off his horse. Mors lept onto the beast’s back, knocking the corpse to the ground, while Ser Mychel grined and repeated the manouver on the next closest Dornish cavalryman. The two began fighting from horseback, rallying the westermen to them forming a cohesive line on the left flank. From his position he could see the right flank faltering, though the center still held firm.
The onslaught began to grow too great for the westermen, who were pushed back despite the skill of Mors and Ser Mychel. As the westermen are pushed back, Ser Mychel begins to see Fowler’s mistake in ordering the push, as the Dornish lines are slowly overextended. Mors notices the fact at the same moment as Lord Irwyn and the left and center charge forward cutting down scores of Dornishmen. The Stone Hawk began to reform his lines, but the damage was done as many of his men lay dying in the sand.
The right flank of the crown forces charged forward and all the whole crown force pushes into the Dornish army taking more land, foot by bloody foot. Ser Mychel is knocked from his horse, but finds him self under Lord Irwyn’s banner, not half a league from the Stone Hawk himself. As he rises to his feet, he sees the commander of the crown army strike down Fowler’s standard-bearer, which causes many Dornishmen to flee in fear that their general has been killed. Irwyn charged up the hill towards Fowler like an angry bull, and Ser Mychel was the first man to stop ten feet from the dueling generals, as a circle of other soldiers formed around him.
The two fought a legendary battle, but it was the Stone Hawk that fell in the end, and Ser Mychel’s grip on his sword loosened a little. Many people might yet die, but the bloodiest phase of this war would now be over, and hopefully reconstruction and peace could follow.
Ser Mychel Hill moves to Master Swordsman
Ser Mychel Hill moves towards Master Battle