Post by Horas on Nov 16, 2008 15:22:51 GMT -5
Loren looked out across the field of men as his mare inched back to come in line with the other knights of the Far Reach. “Easy girl, easy its all right,” he said trying to calm his horse and his own fears.
On his right was his friend and brother in law Samuel Tarly, as he saw the young heir of Horn Hill he smiled, seeing his brother reminded him of his young wife Sara Tarly Irwyn back in Oldtown and his young son Aidan. When he was a squire, Loren and Sara spent hours riding in these very fields and he hoped that his last breaths would not be spent here in a place which had brought so much joy. He would not leave his young bride without a husband.
Loren had been uneasy when he heard the news of Roland’s death, the man was Anne Varner’s brother and a legend on the horse. To think that such a brave warrior could be given such a crass execution was unthinkable. Septon Benedict was right, the faith had grown weak unable to stand up to injustice and content to pay only words not blood to the cause of the Seven.
On his Left his brother Dorian rode, on top of a charger adorned with the blue and gold of House Florent. Dorian should have been a Maester not a general, but his brother was wise having read almost every major work of military battle strategy ever written, he would do well with whatever path he choose to take.
As the horns blew and the Army of the Far Reach moved forwards to join with the rebel army of Craych Tyrell and do battle with Rowan’s loyalist forces, a knot formed in Loren’s stomach like when he was on the Pirate ship west of Oldtown. He knew he was ready but as his horse galloped onwards the knot tightened until he felt as if he could not breathe, so then he held his breath.
With a might crash his horse and men broke through the lines of the Mander, his axe swung taking the lives of young men who knew naught why they were fighting only answering their Lords call to serve. As each man fell, Loren offered a silent prayer to the Father above to judge these men fairly.
“Hold the line,” Loren screamed as Rowan’s forces initiated a counter charge into Lord Justin’s center. He waved towards, Ser Montague and Ser Baxter each locked in combat with the Mander pikemen to follow. “Lord Hightower is in trouble,” Irwyn cried to his men as the forces on the left fought desperately to offer aid.
Osney Santagar and Charles Graceford fought valiantly but the swarm of Mander lancers overwhelmed them and a few of Rowan’s forces made their way through. Lord Hightower hung precariously in his saddle as Cyrus Varner tried to persuade him to withdraw. He eventually succeeded but by then the damage was already done.
Cuy yelled for Loren to lead his men around Rowan’s forces to try and out flank them, he nodded and a group of his Knights made their way around cutting deeply into the enemy’s side and causing them to fall back.
After only a few hours of battle the rainbow flag of peace was seen in the distance, and Loren urged his men to a stop and they backed carefully away from the enemy.
Loren raised his visor on his mail and surveyed the carnage, many men on both sides were killed and it appeared that Lord Hightower had been gravely injured.
What a price to pay for justice, he thought as he rode back towards where his men now rested.
“Gather the dead and injured and move them back behind the lines,” Loren said to his sergeants. “Ensure the men get water and some rest, we do not know if this battle will continue.” The sergeants nodded and began to comply with the orders.
As the dust settled in the fields outside of Horn Hill, Loren had completed his first battle, but he knew that it would unfortunately not be his last.
Results:
Loren improves to Grandmaster Axe Combat
Loren improves towards Grandmaster Battle
On his right was his friend and brother in law Samuel Tarly, as he saw the young heir of Horn Hill he smiled, seeing his brother reminded him of his young wife Sara Tarly Irwyn back in Oldtown and his young son Aidan. When he was a squire, Loren and Sara spent hours riding in these very fields and he hoped that his last breaths would not be spent here in a place which had brought so much joy. He would not leave his young bride without a husband.
Loren had been uneasy when he heard the news of Roland’s death, the man was Anne Varner’s brother and a legend on the horse. To think that such a brave warrior could be given such a crass execution was unthinkable. Septon Benedict was right, the faith had grown weak unable to stand up to injustice and content to pay only words not blood to the cause of the Seven.
On his Left his brother Dorian rode, on top of a charger adorned with the blue and gold of House Florent. Dorian should have been a Maester not a general, but his brother was wise having read almost every major work of military battle strategy ever written, he would do well with whatever path he choose to take.
As the horns blew and the Army of the Far Reach moved forwards to join with the rebel army of Craych Tyrell and do battle with Rowan’s loyalist forces, a knot formed in Loren’s stomach like when he was on the Pirate ship west of Oldtown. He knew he was ready but as his horse galloped onwards the knot tightened until he felt as if he could not breathe, so then he held his breath.
With a might crash his horse and men broke through the lines of the Mander, his axe swung taking the lives of young men who knew naught why they were fighting only answering their Lords call to serve. As each man fell, Loren offered a silent prayer to the Father above to judge these men fairly.
“Hold the line,” Loren screamed as Rowan’s forces initiated a counter charge into Lord Justin’s center. He waved towards, Ser Montague and Ser Baxter each locked in combat with the Mander pikemen to follow. “Lord Hightower is in trouble,” Irwyn cried to his men as the forces on the left fought desperately to offer aid.
Osney Santagar and Charles Graceford fought valiantly but the swarm of Mander lancers overwhelmed them and a few of Rowan’s forces made their way through. Lord Hightower hung precariously in his saddle as Cyrus Varner tried to persuade him to withdraw. He eventually succeeded but by then the damage was already done.
Cuy yelled for Loren to lead his men around Rowan’s forces to try and out flank them, he nodded and a group of his Knights made their way around cutting deeply into the enemy’s side and causing them to fall back.
After only a few hours of battle the rainbow flag of peace was seen in the distance, and Loren urged his men to a stop and they backed carefully away from the enemy.
Loren raised his visor on his mail and surveyed the carnage, many men on both sides were killed and it appeared that Lord Hightower had been gravely injured.
What a price to pay for justice, he thought as he rode back towards where his men now rested.
“Gather the dead and injured and move them back behind the lines,” Loren said to his sergeants. “Ensure the men get water and some rest, we do not know if this battle will continue.” The sergeants nodded and began to comply with the orders.
As the dust settled in the fields outside of Horn Hill, Loren had completed his first battle, but he knew that it would unfortunately not be his last.
Results:
Loren improves to Grandmaster Axe Combat
Loren improves towards Grandmaster Battle