Highgarden, Seat of House Tyrell

[Poach]

Ser Willas Lake made his way through Highgarden towards Lord Tyrell's solar, summoned as the runner-up in the jousts in the recent tourney. As a lifelong resident of the city and a man-at-arms in service to the Tyrells, he knew the way himself, having stood guard at the same posts many of the guardsmen today stood at. He said his greetings to a few of the men that he knew as he passed: in the interior parts of Lord Tyrell's household the guardsmen were knights from the great many minor knightly houses surrounding the city.

Preparations for his departure for the North were well underway: his house had been sold, the new owners due to arrive within a week, and all possessions too large or cumbersome to take with him in the long journey had been auctioned off, the remainder already en-route to King's Landing in the care of a courier firm that came well recommended.

He arrived at Lord Tyrell's solar and waited to be summoned inside.



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[Pontifex Maximus]

"Ser Lake." Tyrell said when the man had made his way into the solar. "That was some impressive jousting, we are sad to see you go. Many men in the North shun the title of knight in favor of some frigid nothing. I hope you will be a shining example to them of virtue and chivalry, as well as martial prowess. I had the intention of granting to you a fief, but it seems I have come late to the party on that matter. Therefore I wish you well on your journey. You will be welcome back any time."

[Poach]

"You do me a great honour, my Lord," said Willas dutifully, "Truth be told I go out of duty alone: a pack of bloodthirsty second cousins murder themselves over a collection of hovels in the windswept hills and leave me their closest heir. I had intended to travel there and set things straight and then perhaps look to return in a year or two. There's no life for a proper Seven-fearing man up there, my Lord, from what the maesters have been able to tell me the Lonely Hills are half wildling."

[Axis Sunsoar]

Luthor Tyrell couldn't help but give a deep laugh which was echoed by his courtiers. "Ser Olver, step forward." He said magnanimously. Luthor was a large, heavy set man with as much brain as he had muscle. He clapped Olver on the back as he poured him some wine. "That was some fine jousting, I must admit it myself. Perhaps I am becoming too old for the lists." He concluded. "What do you think?"

Olver obliged the Lord, stepping forward and accepted the glass of wine taking a small but appreciative sip as he thought. He was unsure whether or not to be put at ease or further unsettled by the laughter of the lord and his court. He acknowledged the praise "Thank you my lord, though I feel luck played just as much a factor as any small skill I may have. Anyone who can still ride like you did in the lists, regardless of the result, still has some time left before they age to far for the lists, as long as they still find joy in the joust." He said gallantly, taking another small sip of his wine, looking at the large figure of Highgarden's Lord in front of him.

[General Brewster]

Acting under the orders of the King, Lord Samwell Tarly of Horn Hill ordered his 3.000 solders to march towards High Garden in a peaceful manner. Ser Mace Tarly and Ser Dickon Tarly head the force while Lord Tarly himself moves ahead of the party with his retinue to speak to his liege Lord. Having been instructed to secure the release of Crakehall and the arrest of his liege, Lord Tyrell. Tarly wasn't too happy about it but it was his duty as the master of laws.

The Party arrived at the courtyard with all haste, wanting to outpace the larger Tarly force and have a civilized conversation.

[Poach]

[OOC: Well, this has gone unanswered and time's marching on, so I'll just assume the above didn't actually happen until someone justifies it.]

Lord Tarly's force arrived outside the walls of Highgarden and were soon met by Garth Tyrell, Seneschal of Highgarden.

"Lord Tarly," shouted Garth as he rode towards the Lord, "Explain yourself immediately! You would bring an army to your liege Lord's door?!"

[General Brewster]

Tarly was unmoved by this, at least one Tyrell was outside High Garden now.. if it had to turn messy there was a opportunity.
"These are but my assurance you don't move against me Ser Garth. " Tarly roared back at him as he rode to meet him. Accompanied by his most trusted companions and his son Dickon. "I bring a message from the King, one that has great implication Ser Garth. As Master of Laws I am here to take Lord Tyrell to King's Landing, and if need be you and all other Tyrell's as well." Tarly said stoic, it brought no pleasure being maneuvered in this position and that was clear for anyone looking at the man. He held out the arrest warrent written by the King himself for Garth to read. "Furthermore I am to escort Crakehall to safety as well." he added.

[Poach]

[OOC: I've since been informed that Garth Tyrell actually lives in the Riverlands in a place called Rose Castle. As such, it'll just be a castellan you're speaking to.]

"My Lord Tyrell is in Riverrun," said the Castellan, ​"Attending council with the other Great Lords of the realm."

[General Brewster]

Tarly sighed, this complicated matters somewhat.
"I must insist that you grant my entry to High Garden until Lord Tyrell returns." Tarly said, after all the king had said certain actions were permitted to enforce the King's justice.

[Poach]

"You may remain as a guest," said the Castellan, "I shall not, however, permit a rebellious army to occupy Highgarden. Lord Tyrell will hear of this affront."

With that, the Castellan turned around and rode back towards the gates.

[General Brewster]

Tarly coughed and as the castellan turned roared at him "I bring the King's Justice, I am the master of Laws in the realm." Some of his horseman trotted forward in a slow pace should the man not turn about face they would try to intercept him. "Do you take me the fool Castellan? I envy your loyalty I truly do. You will allow me entry into Highgarden and 500 of my men will accompany me. I will give you my word that I shall not move against you but I will not be held hostage either." he said on his usual stoic manner. This wasn't up for debate after all.

[Poach]

The Castellan did not turn around, but made for Highgarden's gate. The archers on the walls readied their bows should the cavalrymen not break off the pursuit they were about to engage in.

[General Brewster]

Five horsemen pursued. Tarly roared once more. "Chose wisely Castellan firing upon men send by the King is an act of Treason!"

[Poach]

[OOC: Open Assassination against Lord Tarly, please. Archers on the walls are firing at a cavalry charge crossing open ground, riding towards their position. The archers are up on the walls. The garrison has 500 archers in total, most of whom will be at the gatehouse as that's where the enemy army is. There are only 5 horsemen to aim at, with hundreds of archers shooting. I misread Brew's posts. Just the capture roll against the Castellan then, with the archers attacking the men attempting to make the arrest.]

[Trot]

Capture roll on
base 2/20 +5 number of men involved in capture attempt +3 outside High Garden's Wall -2 Distance to gate -6 arrow fire
Total chance 2/20

Roll 9

Tarly men begin to gain on the the Castellan but it would not be enough, a storm of arrow are released from the men on the walls dropping two of the riders and causing the others to turn back. The gates of High Garden swing shut as the man returns to the safety of the keep.

[Poach]

The Castellan appears on the walls.

"Lord Tyrell shall hear of this, Tarly!" he shouted, "Arriving at the keep of your liege unannounced at the head of an army! Attacking the Castellan of Highgarden! This is rebellion!"

Shortly thereafter, a raven is sent to Riverrun.

[OOC: Assuming it isn't shot down, but the Tarly forces aren't actually besieging the city at all yet. They're sitting on the road outside one of the gates.]

[General Brewster]

Tarly looked at the man, as if his words bore any meaning. "So will the King." he replied before ordering a siege line and camp.

[General Brewster]

High Garden now finds itself under the occupation and care of Ser Mace Tarly and 3 units of Hightower-Axeman, the Crakehall prisoner is freed.