[RPHS] Dance of the Dragons (ENDED!)

[The Wise Coffin]

I'll do my turn tomorrow.

[The Wise Coffin]

Sir Tyland marched in direction of the tournament held in Highgarden; where on the way he talked with his closest companions about the current situation and desire for the heir to join such a tournament. "It is quite simple, really; it is to dangerous for me to be at home whend distrust appears with my brother. The Greyjoy high officials corrupt him to go to war against the Tully in the name of Aegon II, forgetting our house loyalties to Queen Rhaenyra. On Highgarden i am safe on any attemps on my life, for the time being." At that moment a rider and a small entourage came on Tyland's band of knights. It was a young man, covered in battle honours; with many rebel banners upon him. Tyland rode on his horse to meet this young man that seemed anxious to speak to him. "May the blessings of the Seven-faced God reach your royal figure, my grace" Intrigue by the boy's posture he asked " What does a boy wishes from a Lannister in the middle of a tournament?" The Boy answered " I am Othell Swyft and i desire to become a knight and benefactor of your grace. Long i heard of your name, and wish to dedicate my life into serving your grace!" The boy presented many captured banners and spoils to offer him; giving a vow of devotion to him; leaving Tyland unsure in what to do with the boy. But he saw great potential in him; so he lead him to his tents until further notice.

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AT GOLDEN TOOTH

Sir Gerion approched Jason Lannister to know more about his position with the House of Tully. "My lord, our armies have been stationed on the designed locations until further notice. What do you wish to do now?" Jason responded "Messengers must be sent to the Tully's to enquire about their standing in the civil war. If they are following King Aegon then they are our friends; but if not we can start and make preparations to fight alongside the Greyjoys!" (envoys have been sent to enquire the Tullys of their position and so the Lannister await such response) Gerion then said "It is a shame that Tyland does not agree to such resolutions" Jason, then, with a serious tone proclaimed "We may think differently on the matter but he would never betray our House." But then Gerion brought some disturbing news "It might be so, but our agents have heard about some rumours of a young boy appearing in the presence of Tyland just some days ago, requesting to become a member of his household. This could lead to him adopt the boy and could point to Tyland's own assumptions for the Lannister line. Think well, my lord."Upon pondering for about an hour, he simply says to Gerion "Do what must be done..."


A week later Tyland spent much of his time training with Othell; knowing more about the boy. He was a fervent believer of the faith of the Seven and a spectacular warrior; being able to rival some of his best knights in single combat. He saw in him a potential benefactor to his house and to become a high leader on the most prestigious knightly orders of the time. They rode together to Highgarden, but whend one morning before they arrived in Highgarden, Othell Swyft was found dead in his tent. Stabbed many times on the back. This was a devastating blow to Tyland; being warned by his closest bodyguards of the peril that he was in; surely in unfriendly lands that might want to take his life. But to Tyland, his worries came by his own entourage. Believing to be one of his own knights to be spying on him for the favour of Jason Lannister; that with the council of Gerion and the Greyjoys, was becoming a dangerous enemy.

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TULLY TURN - https://www.dropbox.com/s/9sogmfrm4b...ly_7c.sav?dl=0

[Hannibal2001]

Greyjoy is up - http://www.mediafire.com/file/2zt7ut..._Greyjoy_7.sav

[Belthasar Bolton]

Baratheon: https://www.mediafire.com/?5wj5bgxdn6ulb40

I'll post some RP later.

[The Wise Coffin]

I have to announce that as much this hotseat look really interesting i will not be able to continue on it.
Something urgent appeared on my life that will make me have to be absent for it for two or more months.

I apologize for the inconvenience that i might have caused, but i will not be able to be the Lannisters anymore.

[Belthasar Bolton]

I can continue to sub until a replacement is found.

[SoulGamesInc]

Turns done. Sent the save to admin at his request.

[Luume]

It had only been a few days since the small entourage accompanying her had landed on the northern coast of the Riverlands when they were set upon by a larger group of warriors, Alannys had been imprisoned in this cage for at least two more days since then. The worst part of it was that she recognised the accents of her captors, they were her own people. She had also heard them speaking of how "the Greyjoy's had betrayed The Old Way" and that "it was time for a change in leadership of their people."

- Alannys Greyjoy has been captured... more will be revealed at a later date.

"Despite having an escort of 30 of her father's finest knights to ensure her safe travels to the capital, Floris Baratheon's travel party was ambushed and overcome deep in the Kingswood, it is unclear how many died in the encounter but we should not hold out hope for the young Lady's survival. She was a young girl and the short time spent with her has not helped me believe she may have survived this encounter, we knew the people would become reckless with this war, but lashing out at a great House in this way so early was unexpected."

- The account of Aelyx Cargyll, a Targaryen emissary who had been travelling with young Lady Floris Baratheon when they were set upon in an ambush whilst travelling the Kingswood. Orys and Floris have both vanished... more will become clear at a later date.

Theona had heard stories of how dangerous the Riverlands can be, especially in times of unrest. It appears the people under Lord Tully are not as united as they may appear and some have begun to act as bandits attacking those travelling through the Riverlands. Theona only managed to escape from the attack with her life thanks to a scouting party from Lord Elmo Tully's army who defended her from her would-be murderers and ensured she made it to Lord Elmo's camp safely.

- Theona Arryn is now near Lord Elmo Tully's army, she only survived due to the proximity of presumably friendly/sympathetic men.

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Just a friendly reminder that this HS will have intervention by your's truly, and as this war has got underway the populous of Westeros have become unsettled leading to an increase in the number of bandits. Princesses travelling through unsafe lands without protection are subject to my wroth.

That is all, Tyrell is up - http://www.mediafire.com/file/bbbg3w...D_Tyrell_7.sav

[SoulGamesInc]

Davos Baratheon was calm as he opened a letter from his brother, removing the wax seal stag with his knife and placing it on a table beside the bed Lord Tyrell had provided him. His calm quickly turned sour as he read the words "ambushed" and "bandits" as clear as day. He read the letter twice, least it be a falsehood. No such luck. It was his brothers hand, clear as day, none could force him to these words either. They summoned him home.

He found his niece in the courtyard with a bow in her hand, landing shots with ease and showing up some Tyrell squires that were participating for the tournament.

"Bandits." She said plainly, handing the letter back to her uncle.

"So they claim." Davos replied.

"Your leaving me here?"

Davos sighed. "Your lord father calls me back, yes."

"Your leaving me."

"I'm going to bring your sister back," he argued. "safe, sound and hole. Gods willing."

Lady Cass scoffed. "The gods care nothing for little girls, uncle."

"They say the maiden does."

She merely stared.

"Your sisters a Baratheon," Davos stated as if that made her untouchable. "and guarded by Ser Orys. You remember him, no?"

She gave a nod. "Best sword in the Stormlands, or so he boasts."

"Indeed. The very sa-"

"Fat lot of good it did him."

Davos scowled for a moment, then placed a hand on her shoulder.

"She's alive." Cass assured him with her usual defiance. "I'd know if she wasn't."

[Parafix]

Queen in the north - https://www.mediafire.com/?32whjlsa869ob7u

[Belthasar Bolton]

It had only been a few days since the small entourage accompanying her had landed on the northern coast of the Riverlands when they were set upon by a larger group of warriors, Alannys had been imprisoned in this cage for at least two more days since then. The worst part of it was that she recognised the accents of her captors, they were her own people. She had also heard them speaking of how "the Greyjoy's had betrayed The Old Way" and that "it was time for a change in leadership of their people."

- Alannys Greyjoy has been captured... more will be revealed at a later date.

"Despite having an escort of 30 of her father's finest knights to ensure her safe travels to the capital, Floris Baratheon's travel party was ambushed and overcome deep in the Kingswood, it is unclear how many died in the encounter but we should not hold out hope for the young Lady's survival. She was a young girl and the short time spent with her has not helped me believe she may have survived this encounter, we knew the people would become reckless with this war, but lashing out at a great House in this way so early was unexpected."

- The account of Aelyx Cargyll, a Targaryen emissary who had been travelling with young Lady Floris Baratheon when they were set upon in an ambush whilst travelling the Kingswood. Orys and Floris have both vanished... more will become clear at a later date.

Theona had heard stories of how dangerous the Riverlands can be, especially in times of unrest. It appears the people under Lord Tully are not as united as they may appear and some have begun to act as bandits attacking those travelling through the Riverlands. Theona only managed to escape from the attack with her life thanks to a scouting party from Lord Elmo Tully's army who defended her from her would-be murderers and ensured she made it to Lord Elmo's camp safely.

- Theona Arryn is now near Lord Elmo Tully's army, she only survived due to the proximity of presumably friendly/sympathetic men.

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Just a friendly reminder that this HS will have intervention by your's truly, and as this war has got underway the populous of Westeros have become unsettled leading to an increase in the number of bandits. Princesses travelling through unsafe lands without protection are subject to my wroth.

That is all, Tyrell is up - http://www.mediafire.com/file/bbbg3w...D_Tyrell_7.sav

There will be no change in leadership.

[Alertoverlord]

Upon the coming of age, it has been decided that Elric of House Stark and Sybelle of House Bolton have been brought together in union, bringing the two houses together in these troublesome times further uniting the North together against the foes from within and out.
The ceremony had taken place at the seat of House Stark giving the two ample time together before Elric departed going South to join the Bolton, Karstark and Flint banners mustering together for Moat Calin.



"To the Lords and Ladies of Westeros. Let it be known that I Cregan Stark hereby declare for Queen Rhaenyra the first of her name against the many foes of the realm. It is time for the great houses of Westeros to unify together against the illegitimate King and his traitorous allies. The ruler of the Vale is illegitimate to the Eyrie and only rules by the right of his wife, he is no true Falcon but merely a pretender who would see our Kingdoms burn for his own gain. While the Riverlords have made 'peace' with the Ironborn scum, giving in their coast, castles, and common folk to these barbaric peoples who threaten our very way of life in the name of greed and raiding the weak! For we men of the North are of stout heart we shall not bend so easily to the unwashed Kraken and his kin."

The banners arise and the drums of war sing aloud for the North goes to war.
Winter is coming.

Save - http://www.mediafire.com/file/a0zblu...D_Greens_7.sav

[BerryKnight]

During his travels, Ser Marston had learned that pockets of bandits had begun appearing all around Highgarden to take advantage of those traveling to the tourney. Lord Luthor Merryweather had been dispatched to deal with the trouble makers across the Mander. The Lord was kind enough to allow Marston and his small retinue a barge across the great straight. Marston thanked the boat man kindly, and proceeded to lead his men up the shore towards the renowned stronghold of Highgarden. Upon arriving at the gates they were halted.

“State your name and business, or begone!”

“I am Ser Marston Waters of the Kingsguard to King Aegon II, and I’m here to represent my King in Lord Loras’ tourney.”

There was a pause from atop the gate as a few voices whispered regarding Ser Marston’s legitimate reason for being there. The white cloak was proof enough, but if need be Ser Marston could show the letter King Aegon had sent him with bearing his seal, and no bandit of the forest could procure that.

Suddenly the gate opened, and Marston led his men through. On the other side they were greeted with at least a dozen spear points, and a handful of archers.

The sergeant in charge strode up to them. “Apologies Ser Marston, but we’ve had a nasty bandit problem of late. They’ve become bolder by the day, and have even been posing as nobles in order to infiltrate Highgarden.” Marston was well aware of the problem, and had a scar from a rather barbaric farmer who once wielded a pitchfork, until he lost an arm. The War between dragons had torn the land asunder.

Marston thanked the sergeant, and requested a council with Lord Loras. The sergeant told Marston that he would have plenty of time to speak to Lord Tyrell at the feast, which he was just in time for.




A group of bandits ambushed them on the road. Ser Orys fought valiantly, but was outnumbered, and fell despite his skills while Floris Baratheon was captured. Aelyx Cargyll managed to mount his horse during the hysteria, and blazed a trail through the King’s Wood. He never looked back, for fear of being followed. When the craven diplomat finally gave his horse a rest, he noticed that he’d pissed himself, and that two arrows protruded from his shoulder. This is bad… Aelyx looked away from his plight, and saw King’s Landing far in the distance. Perhaps if I could just make it to a Maester… Before finishing his thought, the courier’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell from his horse. Not long after did a patrol from King’s Landing find him, and rush him to a Maester.

Once awake he exclaimed, “I need to speak to the King immediately!” The Maester continued to blot
Aelyx’s brow and replied, “The King has departed with his brother and the Kingsguard.”

Aelyx’s expression went from surprise to puzzlement within seconds. “Why…?”

“Hush now. You’ll soon hear of it once you’ve had some rest.” The Maester gave him milk of the poppy, and a warm blanket’s embrace.


The trap had been set, and all Daeron had to do was be patient. His brother Aemond had told him that his plan would work. Once Rhaenyra’s forces were sighted off Massey’s Hook, Daeron wrote to his brother to make haste to save him, and he added that they had four dragons.

The news didn’t surprise Aemond, as he knew Rhaenyra had more dragons all along, as did his father. Yet, Aemond’s dragon Vhagar remained to be the eldest living dragon followed closely by Sunfyre. Daeron’s dragon Tessarion still had some growing to do, but with three dragons against four, it would no doubt be bloody.

Aemond sent word to Aegon that the time had come, and he would need to ready Sunfyre by flying to Stonedance. Aemond also summoned the Kingsguard who were stationed at Rosby with Lord Ardrian Rosby, and instructed them to make ready to sail to Stonedance. Likewise, Aemond’s forces sailed for Massey’s Hook.


Field of Fire



Upon arriving at Massey’s Hook, King Aegon was met by countless crimson dragons on a field of black. The sight unsettled him until he noticed his brother’s army beginning to land. Lord Commander Criston joined them, and rode up as soon as he was able. Aemond rode Vhaegar, and the three of them decided upon a plan that was simple in its inception, but flawless if applied correctly. Criston readied the other knights of the Kingsguard, and rode straight at the enemy. Aemond’s men followed the Lord Commander’s example, while their leader commanded from above. The King promptly flew upon the sun as Sunfyre soared through the sky. Form above Aegon could see his half-sister Rhaenyra and her husband-uncle Daemon upon their dragons Syrx, and Caraxes. At their backs were over four thousand soldiers at least.



Upon seeing Aemond’s army come ashore, Rhaenyra’s force split in two. Rhaenyra and Daemon remained with half, whilst Lucerys Targaryen, rider of Arrax, and Corlys Velaryon, rider of Vermax, lead the other half of the army against Aegon’s brother. The plan is going just as Aemond said it would. While their dragons are separated, it’s our time to strike, thought Aegon. Daeron knew the time had come, and mounted Tessarion. Daemon rode Caraxes to meet Daeron. Little did he know that a shooting star would slam into Caraxes, causing the ground to meet the dragon head on. Amidst the smoke rose a gilded Sunfyre. Rhaenyra rode Syrax to protect her husband, but was intercepted by Tessarion. Tessarion was a bit smaller than Syrax, but Daeron knew he had to stall the Queen until her husband’s dragon was dealt with. Caraxes let out an angry bellow as he let out a gush of flames at his ambusher. Sunfyre easily avoided the flames, and even moved in close enough to slash the other dragon’s maw.



Caraxes lashed out in fury with a ravenous bite at the gilded dragon. Sunfyre dodged the bite, and took the opening to snap down on Caraxes’ neck. Caraxes welled with fury, and flailed his body attempting to relieve his neck, but threw his rider onto the ground in the process. Daemon recovered quick enough to dodge a dragon tail, and dashed towards friendly lines. Aegon said a word in High Valyrian, and Sunfyre obeyed, snapping Caraxes’ neck, and leaving the great beast to lie cooling in the dirt.

From the ground Daemon led the remaining half of the army towards Aemond’s in desperate hopes to overwhelm them. With Caraxes slain, Syrax was left alone to fight both Tessarion and Sunfyre. The three dragons tussled in mid-air for an advantage until they broke apart. Tessarion weaved in to snap at Syrax, and while he was distracted, Sunfyre would bolt in like lightning and claw the dragon’s sides, legs, and wings. Syrax tried to blast either assailant with flame, but was unable to hit them, as his injuries were mounting, and his strength was failing. Soon it was all Syrax could do just to remain in flight. Dragon blood rained down from the heavens as if tears from the gods. Syrax began losing altitude, but his attackers were not finished yet. Both Sunfyre and Tessarion smashed into Syrax’s sides, jolting Rhaenyra, and causing her to lose grip on the reins. She fell through ash and fire to meet the ground below. A mortal fall that would kill any person, even one with Valyrian blood, but still Rhaenyra clung to life. Though she suffered multiple broken ribs, and numerous bruises, Rhaenyra Targaryen rose from the ground like a phoenix rising from ash. Lamentation remained clutched tightly in her hand, as if it were her only link to the living world. With great effort, she forced her body forward. Mere moments later a mass of muscle, blood, and fire dropped from the sky to erupt in a cloud of smoke, steps from where the Queen was standing. My friend… Syrax… The Queen lamented her dragon’s death, and peered through the smoke and rubble towards the star that now landed so elegantly. With adrenaline flowing through her veins, Rhaenyra rushed forwards, ignoring the pain within her body, and attacked a dismounting Aegon. The King was barely able to unsheathe Blackfyre in order to block. Rhaenyra howled in his face, but Aegon replied with an even crazier war cry. Their duel was arduous, and fierce, but in the end, Rhaenyra’s adrenaline reserves ran low, and her blows became weak. Aegon pressed his assault, and deflected Lamentation, and struck home, Blackfyre eating into her side. Another two ribs were broken, and so too was the Dragon Queen’s spirit. Rhaenyra stuck Lamentation into the ground, and held the sword like a cane. She knelt over it, coughing up blood, and mumbling a prayer to the gods, and an apology to their father Viserys. A few moments passed.

“Are you ready dear sister?” Rhaenyra snapped from her prayers, and glared at Aegon.

“May you and your brothers burn in the seven hells, bastard!”

She attempted to lift her sword, but Aegon put a hand on the pommel. She snatched a dagger from his belt, and went for his neck, but he caught her hand. “I didn’t chose this, you did. Now tell our father how you, his pride and joy, failed to beat his first son.” He bent her knife hand towards her own throat. “You first!” she spat. The knife moved closer, with Aegon murmuring, “Tell him, tell him, tell him,” before he broke her arm shoving the dagger up her throat. Her eyes went wide as blood ran down her chest plate. One last “Tell him,” Aegon whispered in her ear, before he closed her lifeless eyes. Here lies the Queen of Dragonstone. Aegon grimly smiled, and snatched up Lamentation from his sister’s cold hands as enemy soldiers came charging at him. They were discouraged from covering the distance due to dragon fire from Sunfyre and Tessarion. The king quickly mounted Sunfyre, and together he and Daeron flew into the sky avoiding the hail of arrows that followed them.



Lord Commander Criston followed by Lord Ardrian, Ser Rickard, Ser Gyles, and Ser Wallace charged head-long into Rhaenyra’s army with Aemond’s at their backs. The fighting was fierce, and fiercer still once Arrax and Vermax met Vhagar amidst the clouds. Corlys Velaryon bade Vermax lead the attack, but was bathed in fire hotter than the sun. Corlys was incinerated by the blast, as was his dragon, for Vermax was still a young dragon, and had not the scales to take Vhaegar’s blast. The charred dragon corpse fell atop the enemy, killing dozens. Lucerys thought to do the same, and was also destroyed in the same manner, for Vhaegar’s fire, much like wine, got stronger with age. With all opposing dragons, and riders killed, aside from Daemon, the King led a ‘fire raid’ which cooked hundreds with each swoop the three riders took upon Rhaenyra’s army. Soon the enemy were retreating towards the very ships they had come ashore on. Many were burned alive, or incinerated, leaving only molten metal behind. The dragons burned many ships as well before letting the retreating army depart to lick their wounds. King Aegon, Aemond, Daeron, and Lord Commander Criston met together once the battle had concluded, and congratulated each other on a job well done. A great feast was held within Stonedance to celebrate their great victory.

During the feast a select few were sent out to recover any of the injured, or to silence any of the enemy. Later the next day did they discover the crumpled body of Daemon Targaryen underneath the charred remains of the dragon Vermax. Still clutched in his hand was the Valyrian Steel sword Dark Sister. The blade was brought before King Aegon promptly. The King bade that a freshly cleaned Lamentation be brought forth as well. He summoned his brothers Aemond and Daeron. Aegon gifted Dark Sister to Aemond, for protecting the realm, and supporting him. Aegon then gifted Lamentation to Daeron, saying that he had earned it through his bravery, and courage fighting Rhaenyra herself in battle. All three of them crossed their Valyrian Steel blades. Aegon spoke, “Let these swords represent the bond between brothers. A bond that cannot be shaken by gold, nor even dragon fire itself. To us, and our victory.”

Dear (dead) sister ~ http://www.mediafire.com/file/m8ldcl...D_Blacks_7.sav

Battle ~ http://imgur.com/a/FSYe5

(Also, I apologize for taking so long. The RP by itself took me all day.)

[Luume]

The RP was lovely... I was mistaken with the issue.

[Belthasar Bolton]

The RP was lovely and the results impressive, but I am going to have to delay the HS for a period as I ask BerryKnight to prove he can win that battle without Sunfyre present due to King Aegon himself not being involved with the battle at all and therefore the Dragon would not be present. The ancs are transferable but that is a mistake on my part and although its a pain to delay for something that isnt explicitly in the rules this is an RP HS and therefore a Dragon should not be able to be used without its rider.

This post is not to start a discussion in this threat as I want this thread to my mostly RP, anyone has an opinion on this contact me. BerryKnight should respond with PMs to me as well.

Again, I apologise for the delay but I'm sure some of you understand my viewpoint on this.

The results screen for the battle has the King listed as an combatant.....

[Luume]

Ok, so here we go: stacked Dragon ancs aren't to be allowed anymore, I hadn't realised that the previous Blacks player had been doing it and so it will not affect the battle that has happened. I do however expect BerryKnight to put Sunfyre back onto King Aegon if he has not already and to not move the ancs without consulting me with a decent reason beforehand. Also the RP (which really is great) will require an adjustment as due to me not noticing the stacked dragons Vermax wouldn't have been present for the battle as he is Jacaerys' dragon and would be with the Prince.

[Luume]

The loyalist forces are in tatters and they had lost three dragons in a single conflict not to mention Queen Rhaenyra, Ser Daemon and Lucerys Targaryen had all fallen at Stonedance. Jacaerys Targaryen had not been involved with the battle as he was preparing for further advancement into the Crownlands, but those plans had fallen apart. He is just 17 years old and now has the future of the Realm resting on his shoulders, upon hearing of the significant loss he stormed out, mounted Vermax and shot into the skies aboard the great beast. He landed at Dragonstone, gathered those closest to him and informed them of what was going to happen in the coming months, Jacaerys had lost a brother and a mother today, he was going to do everything in his power to ensure the safety of the other members of his family.

Ser Arneld Staunton carried out the coronation and named Jacaerys Targaryen King of Westeros, the young King is the second to carry the name Jacaerys and if he is anything like his namesake he will make a phenomenal King. But first he must take what is his. King Jacaerys gathers his entire family, six nobles and their escorts, a handful of the best knights loyal to their cause, they set off for Essos. The battle is lost here for now, but the Targaryen Civil War is far from over.

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Elsewhere some of Aegon's ships have been sunk around Stonedance - PICS
Arryn are up - http://www.mediafire.com/file/btvfov...tD_Arryn_7.sav

[Lord of Bones]

Gulltown

A gust of wind stroked Josten across the face, flicking his fringe up for a second. Josten looked up, spotting what must have been hundreds of birds flapping and squawking about in the open skies. A small brown-white puddle fell from the sky, soaking into his horse's mane, he sighed, this was one of the reasons he did not come to the coast much. His company climbed a hill and it would seem that they had reached their destination. Gulltown's mighty stone walls were the first thing that Josten noticed about the place. Signs of battle were present, but the town had not seemed to have suffered extreme damage, burning one of the most prosperous ports in the realm with dragon fire would not benefit the Queen, Josten knew this. However, what Josten did not expect was for the gates of the town be wide open and for traffic to be flowing in and out, though there were less people moving about than before the Queen’s occupation. Josten and his knights rode after a small group of people that were travelling out of the city, they had not a chance to escape Josten, only riding rough looking ponies. Ser Josten halted the party and spoke to who he expected was the leader, and older man in plain clothes and a large cut across the bridge of his nose.

“You there, old man. What is the meaning of this? Why are the gates to Gulltown open, have the Queen’s pawns left? Don’t worry, we are knights of the Vale, come to the aid of Gulltown.”

The old man looked up at Josten on his barded Destrier, he struggled to keep proper eye contact and he wriggled with constant ticks and shakes.

“M-my good Ser, the garrison… garrison left by the Q-queen has l-locked themselves in the keep, the city revolted against them. Lowly mercenaries and c-cruel knights left behind, the p-people weren’t having it. Have you come to l-iberate the city Ser?”

Josten smiled and nodded.

“Yes, the Vale suffers no foreign invaders. Justice shall be delivered to the occupiers I promise you that. I thank you dearly for the information but please be on your way.”

Josten and his knights turned back and galloped up the hill to meet with Lord Redfort, who rode with the main body of the Arryn force.

“Lord Redfort, according to the locals the town has revolted against the Queen’s forces here and have them locked in the cities keep.”

Lord Redfort, an older man who wore a harness of blackened plate, looked a Josten with a furrowed brow.

“Strange, I have not heard of this from either my scouts or spies. Tread carefully Josten this is obviously a trap, I advise we surround the city and wait for the garrison to come out with terms of surren-“

Before Lord Redfort could finish his sentence, Josten had galloped back towards the city with his knights, some of the knights that had overheard the conversation chased after him towards the city, aswell as Lord Waxley.

“Damn it, he’s as green as grass, if he gets himself killed… I don’t know how I’ll tell Harrold.... Knights, follow Ser Josten. Lord Corbray, I ask you to stay here with the foot.”

Lord Redfort and the rest of the mounted knights followed Josten, though he was far ahead of them by now.

Getting closer to the walls, Josten saw that a small amount of the stones on the lower portions were rough and stained in a fading black, a scar of House Stark's burning of the Arryn fleet before the Dragons had come to Westeros. The city was very quiet, only a few people were in its streets and many shops and market stalls were completey shut. Josten had been to Gulltown quite well so he knew the whereabouts of the keep and made his way there, his visor down and ready to unsheathe his sword should trouble arrive. As they got closer to the keep, the quality of the houses got better and more people were gathered here. When they reached the keep, the gates to it were wide open and a large crowd gathered inside. All around the courtyard were the bodies, living and dead, of mercenary crossbowmen, their bronzen skin and clothing showing that they were from Essos. Most of them had been left in their clothes, their armour and weapons being taken by the large crowd that gathered at the gate of the keep. They were attacking the wooden gate to the keep with large axes, but making very little progress. The crowd slowly began to notice Josten and his knights, turning to look at them with their weapons ready. A man dressed in mail and a nasal helmet emerged from the crowd, he bore the burning yellow tower of House Grafton on his tabard. Signaling for the crowd to lower their arms, he bowed his head and spoke to Josten.

“A wonderful site you are to see Sers, the falcon of House Arryn is welcome. I am Gerold, I lead the resistance against the Queen here. Our Lord was killed when the Queen attacked, along with Lord Royce. He rode out to meet them, thinking them allies who had come to visit, but they cut him down, we saw it from the walls. We could not stand against them and many died. The people hid us from the enemy until it was time to retake the city. Ser Erryk Cargyll of the so called 'Queen’s Guard' commands here, or commanded here would be correct to say. We’ve got him trapped like a rat, but he won’t come out.”

Josten lifted his visor to speak to Gerold.

“We shall bring up the ram and drag this coward out of hiding, the King shall give the people of Gulltown justice for the horrors enacted against them.”

It took a couple of hours for the Arryn force to move into the city to liberate it. With the army came the ram and they set about smashing the gates of the keep to pieces. The gates fell with a crash, splinters now covering the floor. Josten, now armed with a poleaxe entered the keep with his knights and also some of Gerold’s mob. The entrance of the keep was empty, except for a long dead mercenary who had suffered massive blunt trauma to the front of his face. The group went right and up a small spiral staircase. On the second floor they found a door, they tried to open it but it was locked. One of the militia men claimed to have heard faint voices coming from inside, voices that the knights could not hear due to their helmets. Josten began to chop into the door, soon to be joined by two axe armed militia men. Smashing the door to pieces, they bounded into the room.

The wooden floor was covered in a variety of luxurious and foreign carpets of differing sizes, on the walls the pelts and other hunting prizes of an exotic origin are everywhere. The roof was made of fine oak, its rafters engraved with boats and strange sea creatures battling each other. At the end of the roof, above a large window, was a panel with a finely dressed figure in its centre. He was surrounded by various riches, a bag of coins in his left hand and a bejewelled sword in his right. Seven stars with seven points surrounded the figure, almost as if trapping him within a loose circle of stars. Beneath this panel was a rectangular panel. On the left, a proud weirwood was engraved, an axe jammed in its nose with sap running from this wound. On the right was another weirwood, its leaves soaked in flame. In the centre of the panel was the head of a crowned bearded man, his eyes closed and his face lacking any expression, not matching the moustached look of the figure above. At the opposite end of the room to Josten was a group of knights, Ser Erryck in his finely crafted 'Queen’s Guard'
armours. Josten bellowed at the enemy knights.

“Ser Erryk Cargyll, in the name of King Aegon, second of his name, true and rightful ruler of Westeros, I demand that you surrender your arms and come into my custody. On my honour as a knight, you will be giving the proper treatment and respect that befits your status.”

Ser Erryck and his knights came at Josten and a fight ensued. Clashing of weapons and armour boomed throughout the room. Many of the militia members had fallen back, being largely unarmoured they could not challenge the Queen’s knights. Ser Josten met Ser Erryk as the two sides tried to stay in line with their compatriots. The two knights traded blows and parried each other’s attacks without much damage being done. Suddenly, a blow delivered by the knight to the right of Josten hit Erryk in the side of his knee, making him stumble. As he fell, Josten delivered a blow with the hammer of his poleaxe to the side of Erryk’s helmeted head, sending him onto the floor unconscious. Seeing their leader bested, the Queen’s knights withdrew backwards and dropped their weapons in defeat.

(Some of this rp is recycled from my first non used RP where I was to join the Queen, hence why it might seem strange in some parts.)

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[Luume]

Save sent to potential Lannister player.

[Ghjacobsen]

Tully: http://www.mediafire.com/file/7a90s9...tD_Tully_8.sav

The Lannisters will bide their time in this conflict, and will only strike upon those who will us or our allies evil.

Will post more and better RP, once i get a better hold of the diplomatic situation.