The Army of the Seven

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

20,000 men women and children march through the Crownlands towards the capital. Their chants and songs are stiffled slightly by the summer air but it does not seem to dampen their spirits any. The army will be at the Capital within 3 days.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Septon Tomas Benedict felt a knot in his stomach forming with each step he took towards the Capital. Though he had prayed faithfully ever day he had not been given the answer of what he was supposed to do. Igor Conklyn rode by the Septon's side keeping a sharp eye out.

[The Flint]

The young boy, whose name it turned out was Steven, was walking a few steps behind, holding a battered looking farmer's flail made of wood. He was further away from home than He had ever been.

"Are we nearly there?"

[Sam]

"Aye, lad, we're but a few days from the capital," a burly old man said cheerfully. "Like as not, when we get there, the godless heathens who hold the city will throw down their weapons to us and surrender, when they see all these faithful servants of the Seven assembled together."

[The Flint]

"The great sept of Baelor is there. I've always wanted to see it." Steven says. "My ma says it shines like a giant crystal across the whole city."

[Sam]

"That it does, lad, that it does. I've not seen its beauty since I was your own age but I can see it clear as day in my head. It's a shining star of brightness and beauty amid a sea of refuse and hellbound heathens.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Septon Tomas listened to the old man speak, he only wished that it would be that easy. While Tomas trusted in the Seven to protect his followers, he knew that nothing that was worth having was given freely.

"There are many faithful servants there as well," Septon Tomas said interjecting into the conversation, "I pray that the Crone lights the way for many of them to join our cause and the Father judges those that will intercede on behalf of the King fairly, for many know not what they do."

[The Flint]

Steven wasn't sure what that meant, but he listened with rapt attention. "I hope so Septon Tomas."

[Sam]

The old peasant frowned suddenly. "Septon... do you think the King will attempt to harm His High Holiness, once he sees the Faithful marching up to his doorstep?" Despite his age, the worry in the old man's voice made him seem the same age as the boy that he walked beside.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Only the Smith and the Crone know for sure what lies ahead, but his High Holiness was certainly worried enough about the prospects to warn me in a letter," the Septon made the sign of the seven pointed star on his chest as if the thought alone was too much. "Though should the King act in such a manner he would be condemned by all and there would be no doubt he is a true enemy of the Seven and beyond saving."

[Horas]

Ser Ternius Fell rides through the column. Despite the dust of the road, every inch of his armor has been polished to a sheen.

"Conklyn," He says. His words are plain and direct. "Come ride with me. We need to speak."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

The one eyed man nodded and rode off ahead with Ser Ternius.

"What is it Brother?" the elder warrior turned monk turned warrior said.

[Horas]

"The Seven protect. But we've both seen enough war to know that a single cavalry charge could shatter this 'army'." He looks straight ahead, in the direction of King's Landing.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Aye, few if any of these lads have seen battle," the man said pulling on his white beard.

"If we had decent polearms we might get them to hold a line but the majority of them have nothing but their small clothes and table knives."

[Horas]

"We have no engineers. We cannot take the city. We are a disorganized mass, marching with no clear goal. What does the Septon intend to do with us?"