Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 2:46:25 GMT -5
Lord Terrence Blackwood surveyed the field of battle through the narrow slit of his visor. The day was overcast but mild, with only the slightest of breezes, but the calm belied the coming of a storm. On the opposite side of the valley the army of King Rodrick III Baratheon shifted like a restless beast of prey, maneuvering into the most advantageous position before the battle began.
Terrence touched his heels to his horse, and the army of the Riverlands began to move. Far to his left, Blackwood could make out the figure of Ser Desmond Darry. Terrence nodded once to his friend and commander, a silent wish for luck. Closer at hand were Ser Lucius Vypren and Ser Daeron Blackwood. As the army began to pick up speed, Lucius turned looked towards Terrence.
“Gentlemen,” Terrence said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, “Let’s make them bleed.”
The lines crashed together in a cacophony of steel. Terrence impaled a Stormland knight on the charge, then dropped his shattered lance and drew his sword. Daeron’s own lance was shattered, and his own flail spun in deadly arcs. Its wielder screamed his warcry and plunged ever deeper into the enemy ranks. Foes fell around Lord Blackwood’s small circle, but outside of it the Riverlanders were by far getting the worst of it. A cavalry charge by Massey had smashed one of the flanks, and men were already beginning to flee. Too late, Terrence saw the error in their strategy, but there was no time to think, for another wave of attackers was upon them.
Daeron had recklessly advanced too far into the enemy ranks and was the first to fall, brought down by a massive blow from the Rockjaw. Ser Lucius was on the defensive, bleeding from a wound in his arm, and then the wave crashed over Terrence. The Raven Lord brought down one man, then another. He turned to find a new foe and the world went black.
Terrence awoke to more blackness, a throbbing skull, and the taste of blood in his mouth.
“Lord Blackwood! We must retreat!”
They did.
Results:
Terrence Blackwood advances towards Master Battle
Terrence Blackwood advances to Expert Lance
Daeron Blackwood advances to Noteworthy Lance
Daeron Blackwood advances to Expert Flail
The army of the Riverlands is routed.
Terrence touched his heels to his horse, and the army of the Riverlands began to move. Far to his left, Blackwood could make out the figure of Ser Desmond Darry. Terrence nodded once to his friend and commander, a silent wish for luck. Closer at hand were Ser Lucius Vypren and Ser Daeron Blackwood. As the army began to pick up speed, Lucius turned looked towards Terrence.
“Gentlemen,” Terrence said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, “Let’s make them bleed.”
The lines crashed together in a cacophony of steel. Terrence impaled a Stormland knight on the charge, then dropped his shattered lance and drew his sword. Daeron’s own lance was shattered, and his own flail spun in deadly arcs. Its wielder screamed his warcry and plunged ever deeper into the enemy ranks. Foes fell around Lord Blackwood’s small circle, but outside of it the Riverlanders were by far getting the worst of it. A cavalry charge by Massey had smashed one of the flanks, and men were already beginning to flee. Too late, Terrence saw the error in their strategy, but there was no time to think, for another wave of attackers was upon them.
Daeron had recklessly advanced too far into the enemy ranks and was the first to fall, brought down by a massive blow from the Rockjaw. Ser Lucius was on the defensive, bleeding from a wound in his arm, and then the wave crashed over Terrence. The Raven Lord brought down one man, then another. He turned to find a new foe and the world went black.
Terrence awoke to more blackness, a throbbing skull, and the taste of blood in his mouth.
“Lord Blackwood! We must retreat!”
They did.
Results:
Terrence Blackwood advances towards Master Battle
Terrence Blackwood advances to Expert Lance
Daeron Blackwood advances to Noteworthy Lance
Daeron Blackwood advances to Expert Flail
The army of the Riverlands is routed.