[Open RP] The Hunt for Fendrel Mystweald

[Agamemnon]

WIP

OOC: Same as before, I'll flesh it out tomorrow.

[Agamemnon]

I will begin this today, allow me some time to work on it.

Well, I'd like to begin it today, and if I have to I'll timewarp it tomorrow.

[Agamemnon]

OOC: Alright, I'd like to start this today, somebody post so that I'm not wasting my time.

[Barry Goldwater]

OOC: As mentioned over MSN & VM alike, I'm up for this. Just give us at least a basic rundown on the setting (when, where, who, why...) so we'll have a clear idea of what's going on

[Agamemnon]

OOC: Alrighty then.

Letters have been dispatched to all the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms...

Mighty Lord,
I, Leofrick Myst Baratheon, call upon you to join me as I root out the scoundrel Fendrel Mystweald. His crimes would fill a book, but include while not being limited to rape, murder, paedophilia, abduction, and most recently armed rebellion. The dog has hired a small army of mercenaries, miscreants, and malintentioned nobles of Mistwood to push me off the seat of Mistwood and take over for himself. His young son lives with me, and has agreed to guide us to his father's domain deep in the forests of Mistwood. Join me, dear friends, in this venture! Winter draws near, and if the bastard is not stopped he will grow more and more powerful and openly revolt against the Stormlands.
Your Humble Servant Lord Leofrick Myst Baratheon

[Barry Goldwater]

Robb and Ryman Reyne set out for Storm's End from Castamere & Tarbeck Hall with a mixed company of X knights, squires and men-at-arms, half wearing Reyne red-lion-on-argent surcoats beneath their winter coats, and the other half garbed in Tarbeck blue-and-white instead.

OOC: Is there an upper limit to our unit numbers? 50, 100, 150, 200...also, d'you want me to roll a # of outlaws or do you want to decide that yourself?

[Agamemnon]

OOC: I'd say that since it's late fall you'd only be able to get 50 or so volunteers (who wants to be in Mistwood during winter?), and so that'll be the limit. Honestly, I'd like to hire Fenny a proper merc company, and if I can then I'd eliminate any limit, but if I can't hire him mercs to fight then go ahead and roll.

IC:


The knights are invited into camp, where they meet with Merek, Tobran, and Laurence in Merek's blue tent. Merek will be supervising the expedition, Tobran will be leading Mistwood's rangers, and Laurence will be leading the way into the woods.

[Barry Goldwater]

Robb and Ryman enter Merek's command tent, Robb wearing his platemail beneath the usual Reyne-Tarbeck quartered surcoat and a recently imported Lzhareen woolen cloak, Ryman carrying only a half-helm with mail framing under one shoulder. Robb is first to smartly salute Merek and speak,

"Hail, Ser Merek. I resolved to answer your call for House Reyne as soon as I'd read your letter - forgive me for attacking a blood relative of yours in such a manner, but this Fendrel sounds nothing short of a demon in human skin, one who disrespects the gods with each breath he takes. I have heard good things about you, and vile things about this man we are to hunt. I believe it will be an honor to fight at your side."

Ryman adds, "Yes, what he said. But forgive him, Robb here tends to forget his manners outside of ballrooms. He's Robb Reyne, Lord of Tarbeck Hall and heir to Castamere, and I'm his brother Ser Ryman. As you might've guessed, we here with fifty Reyne and Tarbeck knights to help put down this mad dog troubling the Mistwood."

OOC: K, rolls (Light/Heavy Inf + Polearms + Archers only), rounded as necessary:

Light Inf: d500 = 320
Heavy Inf: d250 = 160
Polearms: d250 = 200
Archers: d250 = 100

Reyne contribution: 50 Heavy Cavalry

[Gandalfus]

Lord Isildur lannister rides towards the camp with 50 soldiers of house lannister. Elsewhere, captain William the bastard has also arrived with 50.

[Agamemnon]

"Greetings, Sers of Reyne. As you know, I am Merek Myst Baratheon, rightful inheritor of Mistwood, and apparently the betrothed of your sister. This is my younger brother Tobran, and my cousin Laurence, Fendrel's son. My father Leofrick is back at Storms' End, but my sisters are in another tent here. The whole family has gathered to hunt Fendrel. It shall be an honour to fight alongside you and your knights."

"Hail. I am Tobran Myst Baratheon, youngest son of Leofrick Myst Baratheon. I lead Mistwood's rangers in times of war and insurrection, and a band of merry men during times of peace. My men will be our vanguard on this expedition, and I will answer any questions you have about the forests. This is commander Robartes of the rangers, and one of my close friends.

Robartes enters and stands at attention, bowing in greeting.

The Lannisters are invited into the camp.

[Barry Goldwater]

Robb raises an eyebrow. "Any such engagement would be news to me, Ser. I was not informed of any such thing..."

Ryman shakes his head and adds on as though nothing happened, "Right, and next you'll tell me I'm engaged to your sister, too...er, apologies. Anyway. So what's the plan then, Ser Merek? Ser Tobran? Ser Tobran to lead the vanguard while we bring up the rear, and young Laurence to guide us to Fendrel?"

OOC: Dude, we haven't RP'd the engagements out IC, if we ever get to it

[Gandalfus]

Isildur and his companions dismount and move into the camp to greet the Baratheons. Meanwhile, William also arrives at the camp with his mercenary infantry.

[Agamemnon]

"Ha ha, must have been my father's ramblings. Said something a while back about engagements and such, sometimes I fear the man is losing his mind. Anyways, the plan here is essentially that. Unfortunately, we're to go through uncut forest, so we'll have to leg it there. But, basically, you two, Tobran, Laurence, anyone else that shows, and myself will be escorted to Fendrel's rancid hole by the woodsmen, your knights behind, where we shall fight our way through the building until we kill the dog himself. Well, that's the plan. Most likely we'll be waylaid in the forest, hence the vanguard of woodsmen."

Merek sees Isildur outside.

"Hail, stranger!"

[Barry Goldwater]

"I wouldn't go that far," Ryman intoned. "Our coursers and destriers could still be useful I think, if only for mobility. We could always dismount to fight, and jump back in the saddle when we're moving."

How much of that was said because you're too lazy to walk more than a quarter of a league? Robb thought irritably. He contented himself with a cold look at his brother, who missed it completely.

[Gandalfus]

Isildur smiled at the man.
Hail, friend. My name is Isildur Lannister, Heir to Casterly rock. We came here upon hearing news of a... troublemaker, shall we say.
William leads a column of infantry into the camp, and notices his half- brother

[Agamemnon]

"I wouldn't go that far," Ryman intoned. "Our coursers and destriers could still be useful I think, if only for mobility. We could always dismount to fight, and jump back in the saddle when we're moving."

How much of that was said because you're too lazy to walk more than a quarter of a league? Robb thought irritably. He contented himself with a cold look at his brother, who missed it completely.

Merek smiles. "You'll see yet what we're dealing with."

Isildur smiled at the man.
Hail, friend. My name is Isildur Lannister, Heir to Casterly rock. We came here upon hearing news of a... troublemaker, shall we say.
William leads a column of infantry into the camp, and notices his half- brother

"Merek Myst Baratheon, heir to the Stormlands. The troublemaker you seek is my uncle, Fendrel. You'll likely never meet such scum as he.

[Agamemnon]

OOC: Let's get this on the road tomorrow, shall we?