The Besieging Army at Casterly Rock

[Imry Willfyre]

The Stormlands host made camp all around the high stone walls of Casterly Rock, and set up units of scouts to scower the perimeter before finding themselves secure and settled in.

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Dondarrion sat inside the command tent sharpening his longsword with a new whetstone, a gift from the family of one of his pages. He was looking at a map of the kingdom on a nearby table and watching officers of his move representational pieces around the colored parchment.

[Lord Davydd Redwyne]

Willam Dondarrion dismounts from his horse as his forces are the last to arive. He walks over to Breck Command Tent. He strides inside standing behind him observing the relative poisition of the forces outside Casterly Rock. "What do you make of the situation Breck"?

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck nodded respectively to his cousin as he entered the tent, "I've sent orders for the construction of siege weapons and a request to the commander at Lannisport for reinforcements. With any luck I should get word back about both soon."

[Lord Davydd Redwyne]

William nodded his head and gazed at the map surveying the enemy position. "Any word on the numbers and supplies the enemy has"?

[Imry Willfyre]

"Probably a few thousand. I'm counting on some support from within the city however, unless they've all been put to the sword." He scratched at stubble on his cheeks and chin, "As for supplies, I doubt that they've got much of anything beyond whats in the city. Pity for us, whats in the city is probably enough to hold them off for a year or more."

[Lord Davydd Redwyne]

"Well thats some good news at least", Willam muttered. He stepped closer to his cousin lifting his head to observe the room then walking away. "If your men inside the city can help us there would be far less casualties. It's a pity they don't yield and try to save their skins." Despite our superior numbers this will still be a bloody battle." He took a seat at one of the corners of the tent.

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck nodded, "It's the price we pay for freedom."

A few minutes of silence passed and then Breck turned back to Willam but kept sharpening his blade, "How have you taken to Helen?"

[Lord Davydd Redwyne]

"Helen is...complicated as most women are." He smiled. "You know i've never been the best with women, and I would never force her to love me. Her shyness mixed with mine makes for an odd combiantion to say the least. It will come in time. She is beggining to come around". His eyes drifted to the floor for a few seconds and then he lifted his head changing the subject entirely. "How's that boy of yours Aegys". Growing up strong I hope" With any luck he look just like me" Willam smiled waiting for a response.

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck laughed, "Aegys is well. Both of my boys are blonde but my mother told me that so was I when I was little as well. Things change, you know how that is." He gave a knowing smile.

[Lord Davydd Redwyne]

"Yes they do...sometimes I think back to our childhood and the fun times we had. Always fighting competing for everything, with not a care in the world. I know it's simple and stupid, but I wish we could go back there sometimes." Willam walked over to a near by table and poured himself a glass of red wine from a brown clay pitcher. He took a drink looking at his cousin smirking a little. "then again growing old isn't so bad though."

He continued to pace back and forth. "Breck just because this is a dangerous siege and I am curious to know." Do you think we truly fight for ideals, and what is right? or deep down do you think in our heart's we just fight for ourselves?" He drank another sip of wine as the last word left his mouth.

[Imry Willfyre]

"Perhaps a bit of both. I think each man fights for a different version of the same thing..and ultimately they fight for their own lives. It's primal but it's the truth. The bloody, bloody truth."

[Lord Davydd Redwyne]

"You are right and I am thinking too much". Willam sits back in his chair sipping from his wine cup.