[RPHS] The Beggar King (VICTORY BY BARATHEON ALLIANCE)

[Jadli]

Ramsay is admin tho...

[General Dragon.]

Just to clear things. As A Man said there were no clear rules about the capturing. Given that this is a RP hotseat I expected that you have to make an RP about, that xy was captured etc.. Now the only thing I said to Ramsay was that it would be good if Gimli/Harambe provides some RP about it. Nothing more. It was Ramsay's whole idea that if the RP doesn't make it into this thread, he will release my princess.
I was way over with the salt, so as I said, it wasn't even my idea to give back the princess to me.

[Parafix]

Darry

The drums were pounding out a battle beat as the Baratheon ram smashed through the front gate.
While the men moved the ram to allow the charge, Robert vaulted over the corpses killed by arrow fire and charged through the gate.
The Dragon men drew back, as men always did at the sight of Robert Baratheon, warhammer raised and his face hidden behind his stag helm.
They were clutching swords and spears and axes, but nine of ten wore only mail, easy work for his Hammer.
"Get him!" one man shouted. "He's alone!"
"COME!" he roared back. "Come kill me if you can."
From all sides they converged, with grey steel in their hands and terror behind their eyes. Their fear was so ripe Robert could taste it.
He swung his hammer through the first mans helm, crushing the helm and the bones within it
. The second charged with spear, he danced to the side and punched his pummel into the mans chest, knocked him off his feet and placed the hammer into his skull.
As he was lifting his hammer the third in a panic tried to slice at his back, only causing the steel to swipe across his plate armor, he turned and swung his fury into the mans ribcage.
At this point the king was roaring with laughter, moving forward and finding new challengers, Barristan Selmy had joined on his left, his steel moving through one man to the next, painting his picture with blood.
To his right Arys Oakheart had rushed into the courtyard archers, greenboys with no armor, armed with only bow and arrow.
Robert killed another man, and another. He would of killed another but Boros Blount took him first. "Good!" Robert bellowed at him.

When he turned to find the next victim of his warhammer, his eyes met with the captain of the garrison.
His black surcoat was covered in blood and gore, but Robert could make out the arms upon his breast, the ploughing man of house Darry.
The man carried the same device upon his shield, on a field of black. "You!" the king called across the fighting men, "You are the captain of the garrison?"
The other raised his visor to show a beardless face, "Yes, I am...", Robert rushed him before he could finish, he swung his hammer down and the young captain jumped to his side to dodge it.
The Darry man then leaped to meet him, his longsword was good castle-forged steel and the man made it sing.
His first cut was low, and Robert deflected it with his hammer. His second caught the king on the helm before he moved to dodge it.
Robert answered with swing after swing of his hammer, the third swing was for the chest and the man raised his shield to counter it. Wooden splinters flew, the shield shattered and so did the boys arm. Robert pulled up his visor, drew his hammer back with his right hand, ready to finish the screaming captain.
When he swung the boy rolled to the side and thrusted his blade towards him, with no time to parry the king caught the blade in a steel fist, and a stab of pain made him grunt, yet the King held on.
"Fool" he roared followed my menacing laughter.
He turned the blade from the boys grasp, dropped his hammer and wrapped his hands around the captains throat.
Spitting blood and laughing he watched the boy struggle for air, his eyes turning a deep red and his skin shading purple, with his last bit of breath he muttered "Wait".
The body of the captain drew limb before he could say anything else, Robert dropped the corpse and looked around him.
The courtyard was now under their control, his men rushing through doorways of buildings and into the keep, the eastern ramparts he could see Stark men still fighting, howling the cry of the North.

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Darry taken with overwhelming odds
Stark up - https://www.mediafire.com/?avrsfn3wo429gbh

[Gimli]

To make all parties happy.
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South East of NightSong

Ever since Mace Tyrell negotiated the transfer of Nightsong from House Baratheon, Jon Fossoway has been leading small parties to scout the entrance into Dorne, formally known as the Prince's Pass. Usually these scouting parties would consist of 6 men on horseback, armed with a spear and shortsword. Each man would carry a small amount of provisions to last them the next few day's until a new scouting party relived them of their duties.

Tonight was an especially fine evening, the stars twinkled in the midnight sky. The full moon was out, a good omen from the God's. It was radiating in the darkness, a beacon of hope and power.

"Let's get a move on boys." grunted Fossoway, "We need to reach the pass by nightfall."

After a hard ride through the forest, the men reached abandoned outpost just on the outlying reaches of the desert. The men trotted to the ruined walls and dismounted their horses.

Fossoway knelt down and examined the old stones, "Interesting. This was the old outpost the Dornish used to scout for any incoming attacks from Aegon or his sisters. Strange, it hasn't been used in years."
"Aye. Probably because the goat *rs didn't realize they would get attacked so quickly." grunted Cooper

"Unlikely, the Dornish are a superstitious folk. We will camp the night, see if there is any activity." spoke Fossoway

The men set up camp in the old ruin, lighting a fire, setting some wool down to sleep on. Cooper sat by the fire, adding some beef and turnips into a small pot.

"Oi what's that" barked Roderick

A few heads turned eagerly.

A small flame danced within the pass, growing brighter and brighter. As it grew larger, a small girl and two armed swords could be seen wondering the desert waste.

"It's a patrol" grunted Roderick

"When is the last time you saw an armed patrol with a young girl among them. No you idiot. They are escorting her. She's probably royalty." quietly said Fossoway

The men slowly stirred, and quietly saddled their horses. Lord Fossoway let go of the reigns and urged his horse to gallop towards the trio. The swordsmen quickly realized the imminent attack and attempted to run back to safety, but alas it be in vain.

Fossoway rode straight past one of the men and with one fierce swing embedded his longsword in the man's skull. The girl screamed in terror as blood rippled down her face. Jon acted swiftly jumping off his horse and grabbing the girl before her screams could be heard.

Cooper dismounted and approached the last remaining fighter. The man wielded a long two handed sword which had a large curve at the end forming an upside down J. The man lunged and swung his blade towards Cooper who carefully parried the attack and gutted the man like a pig.

"Oi what's your name girl" spat Fossoway

The girl, trembling out of fear began crying.

"We don't have time for this!" shouted Cooper, "Pick her up and let's ride for Night song!"

[Ramsay Snow]

Yeah. I got some help to manage this. A Man will help admin so feel free to take up any concerns with him.

[SoulGamesInc]

Winter Is Coming. House Stark was always right in the end as the seasons turned and a blanket of snow began to hide away the moors, the rivers now ran under a thin layer of ice and all the realms of men gave a collective shudder as the winds grew colder. All realms, especially the North, would once more know the bite of the cold and the dark. In the North a weeks ride from Winterfell the young Robb Stark continued on a slow march to Moat Cailin.

"Lord Snow." Man after man uttered as he passed them by, Jon was wrapped in a fine wolf fur cloak and did not mind the title Robb- no, his Fathers bannermen had given him. A thick leather surcoat with steel gorget and gauntlet to match with a newly forged steel pauldron that covered his right shoulder. Jon made an imposing figure as he walked though the snow. Robb has insisted that he lead the men beside him, and looked the part too.

"Snow," a large burly man noted Jon's presence in the command tent as he entered. "your just in time. Your brothers got news of his squid bribe..."

Jon's eyes darted between Robb, whom tried his best to hide his all too obvious embarrassment at the mention of his future wife, and Theon Greyjoy, who snarled at the great burly man Jon knew to be one Lord Umber, known as the Greatjon to his friends. "Lord Umber." Jon bowed his head respectfully, while Robb had risen him up to a position of respect, he knew better than to act in any way too familiar with his fathers lords. He was still a Snow. "What news?"

"Craven little things too afraid to get off her ships!" The Greatjon laughed.

"My sister is no craven." Theon muttered, low enough for the Umber to not take notice. Jon wondered then, what would Asha Greyjoy be like? Then he cursed the thought. Theon would be his brother-in-law. Gods...

"Lady Asha was meant to land at Seagard ahead of our arrival," Robb explained with a sigh as he placed a hand over the map laid out before him. "but my uncle Edmure sent word that the iron fleet remains off shore and refuses to allow the Lady Asha to land without a hole army as an 'escort'. Robb air-quoted the last word, doubt evident on his face. "What single person, even a noblewomen, needs an army to be her escort?"

Jon kept his eyes on Theon as he spoke. "Lord Balon doesn't trust us."

The Greatjon laughed again, a thundering sound. "The squid doubts our honor. Ha!"

"Hm," Jon was hesitant to speak. "does Lord Tully say anything else?"

Robb shook his head. "The raven said little I'm afraid, but with the delay as the raven flys?"

"Bloody squids could have attacked already, for all we know!" Umber agreed.

Robb's hand tabbed at the map, around The Twins.

Umber seemed to know what that meant, "Aye," he said, ignoring the confused face of Theon. "the fools wont know what hit em."

"Lord Umber," Jon grabbed the mans attention. "what word from the others?"

To his credit the Greatjon was one of the few lords in Robb's host that did not seem to care about his bastard status, even before Jon's promotion, the great Lord of Last Hearth had simply muttered "we'll see" when Robb made the announcement. "No lad," he replied. "my boy should have left the Dreadfort by now. If that bastard of Bolton has done anything to-"

Robb interrupted. "I am certain Lord Bolton knows his duty, my lord."

Umber huffed at that, muttering something about disloyalty and bastards. Somehow, Jon knew he wasn't talking about him.

The discussion went on for some time as the few Lords in Robb's host discussed future movements and plans, nothing too important, as behind closed doors Jon Umber had expressed it was of great importance that Theon Greyjoy be aware of nothing that could be used against the North. Jon Snow had agreed, fully, with Lord Umber on the matter as had every other Lord present. Thus, the Young Kraken found himself uninvited to any meetings of importance.

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OOC: I'm waiting for Para to tell me what he wants from Ned. Concerning the RP rules, they are not dictated by Admins, they are made by Me/Parafix and We know how they are meant to be exercised and how they are not. When in doubt, use logic, a girl dose not teleport from where she was taken captive to a castle that just happens to be under siege by her alleged rescuers. People don't conveniently teleport. This is not HBO Game of Thrones.

[SoulGamesInc]

Ned clasped one of his men on the shoulder quickly to show that he was with the man, the foes ahead of them panicked and surrounded atop the easternmost rampart. The first row of rebellious soldiers went limp as a volley of stormlander arrows crashed into their line from the courtyard below, shattering the poor excuse of a shieldwall they'd been attempting to form in an effort to withhold the charging northmen. What followed was a slaughter as Eddard Stark and his group dashed over the arrow-filled fallen and cut into those left standing. "Stark!" the men cheered as Ned removed Ice from the chest of a fallen rebel. "Stark!", "Stark!", "Stark!". Victory was all but achieved.

Moving up along the grey stone ramparts Ned and his men entered the Keep via a door that he assumed, if Ned recalled his previous and certainly less violent visit to Darry, was directly connected the main hall where Robert and his troops would be joining them. Sure enough, the last of the defenders stood inside, defiant in the face of certain death. Roberts men burst into the hall, the wooden door no match for a battering ram, sending splintered wood scattering across the hall. As Ned and Robert walked silently towards the defenders they rushed to charge, an attempt of either great bravery or madness. Ned side-stepped to dodge the first strike from the oncoming wave of fools, cutting through the shaft of a spear and then slashing the wielders throat with his back swing. Another cried out at the loss of his fellow, raising his sword high. Robert grunted as he swung his warhammer; sending the man flying backwards into another of the defenders. Ned meanwhile ended another with a swift lunge between the eyes, into and out the back of the mans skull. Tossing his kill aside, Ned watched as Robert brought his hammer down to flatten the man he'd sent flying and in another instant wielded the large spike on the hammers rear to skewer the last rebels brains. His eyes rolled back into his head, muttering nonsense, before dropping dead.

The battle was won, and with surprising few casualties for a siege. Ned's own force only suffered the loss of eight men. Eight. And five of those were sellswords, a fact that Robert was happier to learn than Ned had been, to the Lord of Winterfell a death was a death regardless of anything else. "Still," Ned thought as he watched the last of the Darry and Targaryen banners fall gracefully to the ground. Robert would burn them. "at least this battle is done."

With that, Ned Stark and his host separated from Roberts own and met with the Blackfish at Harrenhal; where Ned would learn of Balon Greyjoys suspicious activities. Not only was the man refusing to send his daughter for the agreed upon wedding, but the Iron Fleet was docked off the shore demanding to 'escort' the girl with a full host of men at her back. House Tully would never allow that many potential enemies to land without showing them the door...

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Targ is Up! - http://www.filedropper.com/bktarg4

[Jadli]

Prow of the commanding ship was tirelessly sailing through the high waves. Going from the one end of the ship to the another without adhering anything seemed to be impossible task. Admiral Aurane could see baratheon soldiers watching his fleet from the coast. Fortunately they werent in range of their archers. Aurane was restless. King ordered him to take control of Blackwater, and thats what is he he going to do. Royal fleet already probably knows about us already. Once we sail past Sharp point, they will be waiting for us. They have much more ships than we do, they will not give us time to make a formation. Aurane was certain this is going to happen. It has to happen. Battle plan he made with pentosi captains counted on that. Pentosi ships were the main advantage admiral had. It has been a long time since Westeros was at war with Free Cities. They dont know our new ships and tactics, Aurane hoped. They expects us to fight in their ways. They are wrong.

An hour later targaryen navy reached Blackwater, where the waters were calmer. Once they sailed around peninsula, he could see sails of The Royal navy sailing closer. A lot of sails. "Admiral?" Young officer nervously reminded him, "Shouldnt we give orders to the captains?"
"Yes. Signalize the second group to initiate their maneuver. Signalize to the third and fourth groups to attack. The fifth will follow us. The Officer immediately run to pass orders to the signaling units.
Its time.

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Finally Dany could see khal Drogo and his riders returning to the camp. He survived, Dany sighed with relief, then she released they are bringing prisoners. One of them has to be him, Dany hoped. Capturing him might change a lot. It wasnt part of the war strategy set up by Viserys and The Martells, but she was certain they would do the same as she in the same situation. Viserys finally got some sense. She still couldnt get used to new Viserys, he brought here to war council, and together with her set up plans about Reach campaign. However, she changed them a little bit with Drogo. Although, if its really him, it will not matter.
"Moon of my life, I brought you a gift." The riders threw the first prisoner on the ground. Its him, Danny smiled.

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Viserys had been watching the navy battle from recently taken citadel of Haystack Hall for few hours already. He couldnt see much, ships were too far to see any details, yet he was still watching. In north/west, by the coast he could see smoke from main baratheon army. He wondered whether Stannis is also watching the sea, hoping for any clue about the outcome of the battle. If we win this battle, everything will be much easier. Viserys felt really tired, he personally joined the assault against the walls. I was doing good, he thought, I got better from last time. He was secretly practising with his friend Daemon Sand and ser Jorah. Hopefully Ill be able to fight The Usurper and defeat him on my own when the day comes.

His squire opened the door, breathless after the long stairs. Daemon shortly looked at him, and then turned his eyes back to the sea again.
"My king. A message from your sister" the squire gave a letter to Viserys. He started reading.

"Brother, I have good news. Everything goes as we planned. Grassy Vale and Tumbleton are already under siege, The Martells shall join us soon.
But thats not why am I sending you this letter. We captured ser Loras Tyrell, son of Mace Tyrell. Im sure you know what it could mean for us. Im sending him to Storms End. Im sure you will find a good use for him.
Daenerys"

"Squire, bring the maester. Quickly! I have to send a letter to Mace Tyrell."
"My king!" Daemon happily laughed. "Look!"
Viserys looked at the sea and he saw it to. Several ships were slowly getting closer to them. It took him some time, but soon he could see sails with sigil of House Targaryen.

PICS

Loras Tyrell is taken prisoner. Admin will move him on tyrell turn. It was very hard not to kill him in the second battle ( thus he is already prisoner no matter if the siege is lifted as I could have killed him), but I needed to win the battle to defeat the garrison. So I had to sacrifice a lot of men to get average victory instead of clear victory, as it would kill him.

Tully up http://www.mediafire.com/download/5z...BK_Tully_4.sav

Music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCph...lOYiEQ&index=3

[Gimli]

Wow. The fact you won that battle is stupid. My units weren't even that bad. Don't like how you can buy a halfstack of sellswords and still have enough movement point's to reach him. Kill him then and be done with it. Tywin didn't stop when Jamie was captured. Not even that good of a general tbh. And i put him in that place so he would retreat west if i attacked, i don't understand why he would go east.

[Emrys]

Maybe he's directionaly challenged

Also, what was that, Stannis, about sailing to the Iron Isles and defeating me a second time? Hard to do without a Navy.

[SoulGamesInc]

Maybe he's directionaly challenged

I see what you did there.

[Parafix]

Requested admins to look into Jadlis turn as he's provided inadequate pics.

[Jadli]

Because I reloaded like hundred times in Tumbleton and Saltpans so I got completely lost in pics. No need to delay HS

[Parafix]

If reloaded "like hundred times" more of a reason for admins to test the turn. So yes, i'll wait for admins to investigate.

[A Man]

All right will look into it once the mod downloads. For some reason I waited until now to do it, figured I have DLed all submods by now. Silly me.

[Gimli]

Yeah I sent Ramsey a PM yesterday to investigate the turn for a few reasons but looks like A mans already on top of it.

[A Man]

Two different admin check requests about Targ turn. Jadli have you been a bad boy? DL finished, let's check.

[A Man]

Both moves that requested admin attention were legit.

1) Khal Drogo can hire mercenaries and then move with them one more tile to get himself ambushed by Loras Tyrell and then, surprisingly, defeat him. So that part is cleared. After that, Targaryen forces can easily attack Loras again (who retreated near Tumbletown) and then get a clear victory for the kill. No tricks or surroundings.

2) At first I could not get a victory against Targ fleet, but after finding out how Jadli defeated Loras Tyrell a different result happened and I managed to get a close victory.
http://i.imgur.com/u2mVdDp.jpg

So if that's all, we can move on. No replays. I don't like seeing a stronger navy being defeated with a fluke like this but it didn't take nearly as much replays as I thought it would, to be honest it wasn't more than ten or so which is completely fine considering there were multiple tricky moves to be done. Play on.

[Jadli]

in medieval its very easy to defeat stronger fleet, I ve seen even more surprising results. I defeated his fleet on the first ( maybe second) attempt.

I always play clean, cant remember when last time I intentionally broke the rules (perhaps never). I hope we will not waste time in future each time I get victory someone doesnt like... ( I actually find accusing me of breaking the rules pretty insulting...)

[Parafix]

No accusation was made, merely asked A Man to look into it. It's part of the job. Defeating a fleet against such odds can happen, but with nearly half the ships and no where near the same quality i am obviously going to get the admin to look into, nor would i be insulted if someone did the same after i defeat them with such poor odds.