Blackfyre Rebellion (CCH) Roleplaying

**Pinkie Pie** · September 27, 2012, 11:12 AM

A thread for the rp will keep the clutter in the actualy thread to a minimum and allow us to see whos turn it is without going through several pages of rp.

**Dux** · September 27, 2012, 12:04 PM

So now we have 3 threads

Why can't we use that complete thread for the actual game and the original thread for roleplaying?

**Pinkie Pie** · September 27, 2012, 02:48 PM

Because I want a clean thread for rp

**Mithridate** · September 27, 2012, 11:58 PM

Read:

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Luna Rivers, Age: 25 bastard daughter of house bracken and serving the true king

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A moderately small woman with near white hair and green eyes she carries herself with the cold confidence of one much older. Luna Rivers was the bastard daughter of Bethany Bracken, her first memories where of the halls of Stone Hedge and her despised lessons on how to be a lady (despite her bastard status). She was abducted in a raid by the Blackwoods and thought lost, She was however rescued by a Reed on journeys and spent much of her childhood in their well hidden lands. At the age of fifteen she returned to the riverlands and quickly formed a small mercenary band called the Forces of Night that helped keep the peace in the riverlands and eventually crownlands, even joining in the fighting between lords.

She have made a name for herself as a competent commander and a cunning leader, with a kind heart but merciless demeanor. Nowhere is home and everywhere is her land to cross yet she regularly visits the Brackens land.
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The story so far: Men have been calling to arms in the name of the great bastard but no one of importance have been captured as of yet, the king have been on watch for trouble and his spies managed to get their hands on a Tyrell message.

Originally Posted by xXAmonXx

Lord Leo Tyrell is calling his banners. As his bannerman, I expect full cooperation. King Daemon Blackfyre, the First in his name requires the aid of the Reach. I also request the aid of my good friend, Tybalt Hightower. I have heard that he is a guest at your keep. I hope he was treated well. I doubt you would do something to offend his brother, Lord Hightower and myself. Tybalt is to be the head of the army gathered, and Tumbleton will be his home base as he prepares to defend the Reach. I am sure this is a great honor for your House, and I expect to hear only good news from Tybalt.

In Honor,
Edgerran Tyrell

A bard was sent to Harrenhall, to play a tune for the great bastard:

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Daeron looked down upon the Tyrell message with a sad face, a cup of watered wine at his side his closest kneeled before him. Foremost where the great bloodraven and the renowned leader of the Forces of Night. Shadows danced over the walls of the chamber and the long days where getting to him, he took a sip of the wine and sighed.

"Bloodraven, i am no great commander of men and it would be folly for me to lead the armies so i shall place you in command of our forces, i would hear your counsel before giving my orders. The enemy is making his move and i shall see us prepared."

Bloodraven inclined his head in silence and Daeron looked upon the other figure, a dark cloak covering the face but with nearly snow white hair still dripping with the nights rain, running down the chest and almost grazed the floor.

"You have long served the people and are renowned not only as a warrior, but as a leader of men. I brought you and your men here to not only fight, but lead. I have few good men and fewer still leaders yet i have thousands of men at arms to call upon..."

Daeron hesitated, he was uncomfortable putting so much on someone he had yet to trust, but the hour was late to act and there where oh so few choices.

"You are to lead an army in my name, following Bloodravens commands to the letter. You shall train them and lead them to greatness in my name, In return i shall make you a proper lady with lands and castles. Should you marry some lord then your sons shall carry your name and not his, I shall shower you in gold and grant any boon but you must swear allegiance my house and bring us victory!"

Slowly the hood was pulled back and looking up, Luna barred her teeth in a predatory smile.

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Lords of westeros:

Edgerran Tyrell and Leo Tyrell have been denounced and stripped of all lands and titles, the lords of the six kingdoms have been charged with bringim them before me, dead or alive and shall take possesion of their lands in my name.

Tybalt Hightower is ordered to immediately visit the court to explain his involvement with these traitors, if no immediate response is made then he too is to be hunted down.

I call upon you Lannister, Greyjoy, Baratheon to take up arms and accomplish this.
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For the time we waited, for when the Sons of Aegor would spill their own blood.
But no one wanted to believe... believe they even existed.
And when the truth finally dawns, it dawns in fire and blood!

But, only one can stand above the rest... Let us see, who´s the chosen one

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It draws near... the epic fight for westeros, where one shall stand above the rest in glory and admiration

You will bow to Daeron, or kneel to him in death and defeat

I shall reap justice and see the people
saved from those who would use their power and strength for themselves!
-Luna Rivers, the princess of darkness and bringer of night
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Lannister, the crown call you to arms and battle, will your roar echo over the land?
Baratheon, your fury and devotion is legendary, will you take up arms and bring justice?
Greyjoy, iron fleet is called to war... to cause cries of terror for your ancient enemies.

You are not called yet to answer is expected:
With great intelligence and soaring honor along with razor sharp beaks and claws, will the eagle soar?
The cold northern winds chills even in its absence... whereto takes the howling wolf, whereto heads the relentless north?
Valiant and noble, fierce and loyal... The Tullies call matters the most, thous words are family, duty, honor but can we count on you in these dire times?

Daeron Targaryen

**Dux** · September 28, 2012, 04:34 AM

OOC: Alright let's start, first a response to the message of the King to Daemon, and after that an introduction to my character. Everybody is expected to make/repost his introduction to their character and respond in some way to the messages or publicly say they ignore them

And it would be come in handy if thing your character says are in a certain color. E.g. when my character says something he says it in brown. Daemon talks in bold.

Daemon Blackfyre looked up from the letter to the crowd surrounding him. All of his friends, captains and lords currently present in the army at Harrenhall were gathered in the Great Hall. William Mudd and Quentyn Ball were standing in the right corner. Quetyn Ball, former master-at-arms, was one of his closest friends, one he had known since he was a child. He didn't knew William Mudd very well, other then that he claimed be be descendant of the Mudd Kings of old, but Quentyn vouched for him and that was good enough for now. He would get his chance to prove himself soon.

All had gathered here to hear what the messenger from Daeron II had to say. Probably nobody had expect a bard, but it fitted the King, sending a bard to sing a threat, instead of sending an army.

There was still some noise in the hall, most of the attendants hadn't quite figured out what the King had meant to say with this song. They would know soon enough.

The time had come.
He stood up and inmediately it went quiet in the hall. Five measters quickly got pen and paper to write everything down.

Lords of Westeros, Daemon began

I, Daemon I Blackfyre, the Great Bastard, holder of the sword Blackfyre and true son to Aegon IV Targaryen, do hereby claim the Iron Throne of Westeros.
My father always favored me as his successor, he gave me the ancestral sword of Blackfyre to show this to the entire realm.
Daeron II Targaryen is weak and he is being manipulated by the sorcerer Bloodraven. He can't defend the realm as shown by the large wildling invasion of the North and has let the Martells to marry into the Royal family. Furthermore he dared to strip one of the most powerful lords of the Kingdoms of his lands and titles based on some rumors and one message! Before I officially claimed Kingship he already started waging war on his subjects!
All of these acts prove that he is totally unworthy of the Crown of the Seven Kingdoms. Some even say Daeron II is no son of my father at all, but a bastard son of his mother and Aemon the Dragonknight.
I call all lords of the realm to denounce Daeron II Targaryen and his sorcer Bloodraven. And I call them to support our effort to take the Iron Throne and make the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros strong again!

Signed,
Daemon I Blackfyre, the King who bore the Sword

ALL HAIL DAEMON I BLACKFYRE! Quentyn Ball shouted, and all the lords in the room took up the cheering.
It didn't took long for the cheer to reach the camp and soon the entire army shouted DAEMON! BLACKFYRE!

Daemon sat down again.
It has begun, he thought, the board is set and the pieces are moving. This war will change Westeros forever.

Make sure you sent copies of this to every lord in the realm. Daemon said to his maester.
Call the banners, we have a war to fight.

William, he said.
Yes your Grace? William answered
Take your men and Quetyn Ball to take charge for the army of supporters coming from the Westerlands. Put pressure on the Tullies, they have yet to take a side. Don't fail me and the reward you seek will be yours.
With pleasure, your Grace and thank you. William answered

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"Ser, messages from the King!" the measter said.

"What King?" William Mudd asked.

"Both, my lord", the measter replied.

William took the messages from his measter.

The first message was a message from King Daeron II,

Lords of westeros:

Edgerran Tyrell and Leo Tyrell have been denounced and stripped of all lands and titles, the lords of the six kingdoms have been charged with bringim them before me, dead or alive and shall take possesion of their lands in my name.

Tybalt Hightower is ordered to immediately visit the court to explain his involvement with these traitors, if no immediate response is made then he too is to be hunted down.

I call upon you Lannister, Greyjoy, Baratheon to take up arms and accomplish this.

Daeron II Targaryen

"Ah, yes this is the message Daemon referred to in his speech.
Stripped Lord Tyrell and his son from their lands did he? One of the most powerful lords of Westeros, well I gotta amid that King Daeron has some courage." William said.
"You're dismissed", he said to the maester
"No reply sir?" the maester asked.
"Just ignore him, sent the following message to Tyrell and Hightower though:

Dear lord Tyrell and Tybalt Hightower
We've heard that Lord Tyrell and his son have been stripped from all lands and titles by Daeron Targaryen. Who does he think he is? Such a man cannot think himself a good King. Only tyrants acts as he does. This proves all the more that our cause is just and good for the realm.
Daemon Blackfyre has stated that all royal degrees made by Daeron II Targaryen will be annuled once he takes the capital.
You can be certain that you'll be supported by all houses and lords who have declared for House Blackfyre. Together we shall put an end to this "King".
Also, Tybalt, I've heard some good stories about you. We should have a beer some time. I'll be campaigning in the Riverlands at the moment but soon our armies will combine to meet our foes on the battlefield.
Signed, Lord William Mudd

He looked to his friend and co-commander Quetyn Ball.
"We'll see how the other houses will respond to this message of that Targaryen, they sure won't like it that the Kings strips all titles and lands of one of the most powerful lords. A King who does such things is a Tyrant and is not loved by the lords nor the people. I see the hand of Bloodraven in this." William said to Quetyn Ball.

They were sitting in the commander tent, it had been a long march, but now they were finally in range of Riverrun.

"He clearly doesn't think ahead. What if the Baratheons, Lannisters and Greyjoys all decline him. What does he do then, strip them from his titles as well? He is a fool. If it goes Targaryen's way he'll soon be the only lord in the Kingdom." Quetyn Ball replied.

"Then we'll need to see to it that it doesn't go Targaryen's way." William replied.

"Is there some news from His Grace?" Quetyn asked

"Yes", William opened the second letter
"You must feel important, getting messages from two Kings". Quetyn said with a smile

"Oh but I'm important" William said joking.

"Yeah right, the last descendant of the Mudd Kings of old. I'm honored in your presence, my lord" Quentyn Ball said
They both burst out in laughing.

After they calmed down William read the second message. It was a message personally sent to him.
Our King writes that the Tullies have not responded to our messages yet and that we should keep the pressure on Riverrun. He also informs us that several more houses have declared their support to him in secret. He doesn't specify which houses and says that they should make it public themselves when they deem the time is right." William said.

"Makes sense" Quetyn replied.

"Well if that was all then I'll be going to get some sleep, I fear we will not get much time to sleep in the coming weeks. It is obvious now to everybody, war is coming and everybody will need to take a side." William said.

**xXAmonXx** · September 28, 2012, 09:02 AM

Lord Leo Tyrell looked down on his courtyard from the wall walk of Highgarden.

Leo: So, King Daeron intercepted my son's letter to Tybalt. Foolish boy. His rashness will cost him his life one day. Bah! Kevin, did I not teach him better?

Maester Kevin, looked away quickly, for he had not the courage to tell his Lord his folly.

Kevin: We taught him as best as we could, his youth makes him mad.

Leo: ....... I don't fully believe you, but, I want to. Bah, we can worry about this later. The banners have been called. It is time for war.

Kevin: but what about the letter from King Daeron????

Leo: False King Daeron? The bastard of the Dragonknight? hahahahaha. His words fall against deaf ears. If he wants my head, he better have an army large enough to defeat the Reach. My bannermen are loyal. They will fight for the King Who Bears the Sword. Our loyalty to the rightful king will be justly rewarded. 100,000 Reachmen will fight for his cause, and I will be by his side when the High Septon crowns him. The Red Dragon Roars, and the Longthorn will defend him.. Send the letter to the rest of the realm. Make my son's rash announcement official.
Kevin: Yes my king...

To the Lords of the Realm,

Highgarden and the might of the Reach, hereby declare the support for the rightful heir of the late King Aegon IV, King Daemon Blackfyre.
House Tyrell will fight for his right to the Iron Throne, I hope you are able to choose the honorable side as well.

Trust the King with the Sword.
Leo Tyrell

Meanwhile in Tumbleton...

Boy: M'lord, you have a message?

Tybalt: From who?

Boy: From your brother, Lord Hightower.

Tybalt: Oh, let me see that....

Dearest brother,

In a few day's time, Abelar will have made his way to Tumbleton. He has begged and pleaded his way out of Oldtown. It seems he has a fondness for adventure. His personal guard is only delivering him to you, after that, you will be responsible for my heir's well being. He is to be your squire. You are to be the epitome of chivalry. I trust you to take care of him. About your latest tales, I hope Lord Footly was kind to you. The local taverns have begun a new song! "The Darkest of Knights," a befitting title to your dishonorable actions! Abelar Hightower, The heir to my Lordship, is in your care. Your nephew, your student. Good luck defending the Reach, Hightower men will be sent shortly.

In Honor,
Baelor Hightower

Tybalt: .... this is going to be interesting.

**Lord AcidRocker** · September 28, 2012, 03:28 PM

Rodrik Pyke

Dagon Greyjoy

The rumbling of thunder could be heard deep within the Great Keep of Pyke. The Silver Eel and its crew had come against strong
winds on their way to Lordsport, arriving just in time to the calling of the Iron Fleet and the lords throughout the Iron Islands.
Rodrik Pyke was accompanied by Orkyn, his most trusted friend and worshipper of the Drowned God as they pushed through the arched
doorways into the main hall.

It was not 5 feet before they were stopped behind the large crowd attending the hearing. Long black and gold banners hung from the
wooden rafters beholding the golden kraken. Hearths were able to make out long dark shadows of ironborn men moving about in the
crowd, all facing Lord Dagon Greyjoy.

Around him Rodrik could spy his son and heir Quellon Greyjoy, along with the Lords of Codd, Blacktyde, Farwynd, Volmark, Sunderly,
Stonetree, Goodbrother, Botley, and his own father, Theomore Harlaw. Rodrik was not much of a man to study records of Houses
around the Iron Islands, but a captain must know sigils on sails by their sworn house. The Old Bastard's own ship, the Silver Eel
was sworn to Lord Gran Goodbrother of Great Wyk. Beside his father, his half-brother Roryn Harlaw stood gallantly, bearing the
ancestral Harlaw armor with their scythe gilded on the breastlate. He wondered if they had spied him in the crowd yet.

"Silence! The Lord Dagon Greyjoy will speak!" rung from Quellon Greyjoy.
The captains standing throughout the hall lowered their voices and soon died. Lord Dagon Greyjoy rose from his driftwood seat. He
was wearing a long black cape lined with gold thread over a leather jerkin and chainmail, a standard outfit. His black beard was
trimmed and lined neatfully, his pitch black eyes examining the crowd. "Captains, Lords, Ironborn;
Daemon Blackfyre, the Great Bastard has denounced King Daeron II Targaryen to be a false king. He is rallying support throughout the realm and is already gaining allies from Dorne to the Riverlands. They have made camp at Castle Harrenhall, the great fortress that OUR OWN King Harren the Black built. For Ironborn! Not for silver and golden haired women!"

Some captains could be heard shouting in approval, others simply nodding their heads. All the lords behind Dagon stood like
statues behind him with a scowl on their face while Lord Greyjoy continued. "King Daeron wishes the Iron Fleet to mobilize against
the rebels. I can't wait to see him in armor and weapon when the fight begins! But no, the fool will remain in his Red Keep while
he sends his underlings to fight the battles." He spit at the ground, "That's what I think of his throne! The Iron Fleet can
remain in the Iron Islands and no one would have the balls to bring us out!"

Cheers began ringing throughout the captains, yet the lords had not moved a muscle. Orkyn began to mutter something when Lord
Greyjoy spoke again, "The Dragons are pitted against each other and expect other men to fight their battles. This is not the
way, not for us! I prefer the Old Way, where we fight for ourselves and no one else! Where we do not sow, where we answer to one
crown, the Driftwood Crown!"

The crowd grew silent at the word. The lords could be seen nodding in approval, while Lord Greyjoy sheathed his sword. "The Iron
Islands will be a kingdom once more! We will take what is ours with cold hard iron!."

The lords behind Dagon bent the knee while every captain began shouting in approval and falling to a knee. "I will lead the Iron
Islands to a new era of the Old Way. A time of reaving and pillaging that will fill the coffers of every ship until the end of
time! The Dragons can do what they will, but we will not be a part of their realm. The Kraken is above all in these islands, and
thats how it will always be!"

Captains and lords alike raised their swords, axes, torches in the air as a driftwood crown was placed atop the head of King
Dagon Greyjoy. The greatest war of our time will soon begin, thought Rodrik.

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Scene 2

As the majority of Ironborn left the hall, only the relevant lords and captains remained encircling the king. To Rodrik's left
was Orkyn, to his right his half-brother Roryn. "What news from Ten Towers?" said Rodrik. Roryn eyed him suspiciously and
answered "Nothing of your concern, bastard. If your ship is under my command I will send you into the fray before any other."
Rodrik stared at him in dark tones until King Dagon mentioned him,

"Rodrik Pyke, the Old Bastard. One of our most famed warriors and captains. Oddly enough, it was this man that brought back my
interest in the Old Way. He never failed to mention anything about the Old Way on our previous meetings. He is the image of our
war for the throne. A talented fighter and skilled captain, he will lead our tertiary reinforcements. The main of the fleet will
be under my command, the secondary fleet under Lord Theomore, and third under his bastard, Rodrik. Let us discuss more secretive
matters at hand amongst us. Enjoy these nights men. After, we will have blood to shed."

One driftwood kraken each was sent to Daemon I Blackfyre and Daeron II Targaryen in response to a call to arms

**Mithridate** · September 29, 2012, 03:11 PM

Somewhere in the crownlands forests a massive camp was set, men had been streaming in and assorted into companies through the week and a sour mood had taken place as the men sat and slept by the fires.

"The night is dark and full of terrors you say?" Luna laughed as the priest from essos gave her a cold look "You speak with the wrong one, It may sure be dark in these times but it holds few terrors to me nor my men. No, it is the enemy you should speak with. Perhaps that so called great bastard would be a better target for your attempt's priest? Once Bloodraven and us are done with him he will surely take your warnings to heart"

The men around the campfire laughed awkwardly and the priest made a quiet exit to some other fire, seeking to perhaps convert a man or two.. Ser Gwayne of the Kingsguard shook his head

"I dont like this, far too many green men to stand a chance against Tyrell and Daemon both! Where are the kings banners? The riverlands are like a moth slowly circling the flame, it will erupt any moment now, one way or the other with Daemons declaration and Daerons response..."

"They will come, the enemy think himself the master of deception but as he is the better knight, so is Daeron the better king. The future will hold many surprises for both im sure, but only one thing is certain: It is the innocent whom suffer the most, when the high lords play their games of thrones... Daeron is a good king and i intend to see an end to every ounce of the suffering now being unleashed and to those who unleashed it."

Absently looking into the pitch dark Luna stood, her sword Twilight gleaming in the bright flames.

"This is all a needless war, enticed by those seeking to further their own power. They use the bastard as a pawn, fumbling in ignorance as to what they have unleashed. We who are the chosen ones shall carry it all out and perhaps, one will force peace over the rest, one way or the other."

Gwayne would have been worried by the woman if not for her Forces of Night, they where all cheerful and devoted, well trained and armed. If she could train these mercenaries she would work wonders with the kings men. But he had noted that they always kept their distance from her at night and he was starting to understand why. Luna was either destined to greatness or an early grave, during days she was driven and an inspiration yet at nights she was cold and distant with an almost frightening demeanor... He would remain vigilant he vowed, for whom or what he did not quite know.

**Pinkerton** · September 29, 2012, 03:48 PM

Lord Arryn was sit in his personal solar, at the Eyre; He wondered what could he do if he were an Eagle.

Putting away those crazy thoughts he started to write an open letter to every important Lord of Westeros...

To All of Westeros;
Two dragons have risen in our times, the Red and The Black. Both claiming to be the fairest and noblest, Daemon Blackfyre has crowned himself as King of the Seven Kingdoms, with a petty claim based on his legitimization, an old's man last foolish delirium. King Daeron is the rightful one, the true Heir of Aegon the Unworthy, a boy born of his wife, Naeris, not of a simple courtesan
So I ask you all to reconsider your alignments, Lord Tyrell, please listen to reason. Daemon Blackfyre is a vile traitor, an ambitious bastard. Please stop this before you make the Kingdom a Feast for Crows

Signed under the vigilant eyes of the Seven

**Pinkie Pie** · September 29, 2012, 04:50 PM

OOC: The story told by the Bastard and his allies to claim the throne was that Daeron was in fact the Dragon Knight's child with Naeris rather than Aegon's and Naeris'.

Prince Maron Martell looked over the closed letter in front of him bearing the sigil of Yronwood. Opening it he lets out a hiss of fustration. He had known that the Yronwoods were opposed to the joining of Dorne to the Kingdom but he had never believed he would rebel. He sees a chance with Daemon however slim and he takes it. He thinks as he puts the paper down and calls for his guad captain.

Harrld walks in, his hands warpped around the ash-wood shaft of his axe. Almost six foot long and sharp enough to shave with the axe was his closest companion and the only weapon he needed. As he entered he stamped the bottom of the axe upon the ground and called out in a rough voice. "My Prince."

Prince Maron looks up at him. Covered in scale armour and wielding Rainbow he was truly a fiercemome sight and the only person he could trust not to betray his secrets to his bannermen. Handing over the Yronwood letter.

Glancing over the letter Harrold speaks out in resignation. "He has never liked the idea of the marriage between our house and the Targaryens but to openly rebel? This can not go unanswered."

"It shall not Captain, we must put an end to this before it grows larger. Should the rebellion spread to Hellholt or Starfall Dorne could be destroyed by civil war, no doubt a prospect most pleasing to the new, king." Maron parctically spat the last word out, Daemon had claimed Dornish influence in his court as one of his reason for rebelling and he had no doubt that if the bastard won he would execute Queen Myriah. "You must deal with this yourself, there is no one else I can trust with such a task. Take command of the armies of Dorne and end house Yronwood. Men, women, children, If they belng to the Yronwood house they are to die."

Harrold stopped breathing for a heartbeat. Even the children? He thinks to himself before his obediance kicks in. "As you command my prince, what shall we do with the castle itself?"

"I want it damaged but not destroyed, Dorne must know what happens to those who rebel but we will need the fortress to stave off any attack frm the north."

Harrold nods his head in acknowledgement abd leaves the room to call on his own guard. If Yronwood wants a war then they shall have it but they will not like the end result. He thinks as he leaves the Prince's chambers.

**vozd** · October 01, 2012, 11:06 AM

The Great Hall, Winterfell...

There was eight long rows of trestle tables, four to each side of the central aisle.
More then 500 men attended the feast. From his seat, beside his father in low, Jon Norrey
could see a raised platform for noble guests where Willam Stark stood up from his chair.
The silence spread trough Great Hall.

- As you might have heard, dragons started their war for the Iron throne.
Both of them demand our help on the south. They want to secure their crown with our blood, blood of
the North!

Nobles and captains started to curse and spit on the floor.

- Where were these dragons or any other southern lords when Raymun Redbeard crossed the wall?!
Willam Stark continued -
When Wildlings burned and looted our homes?! When we fighted against them at Long Lake did
southerners helped us then?! We will march to the south, I promise, but for our cause!

Lord of Winterfell rose his glass and poured out
some wine on the floor as a small sacrifice.

- For Old Gods!

- For Old Gods! - As one, more than 500 voices shouted.

Later that night in Godswood...

Jon Norrey was lying on his back and looked up at the stars.
Gawen Glover came in a hurry.

- I knew that I will find you here.
Go to the South Gate. You will meet one of Manderly's men there.

- Can I know why? - Jon asked

- Lord didn't told me. He just indicated it is of great importance that you and your men must be
ready for march in 3 days.

Jon touched Hart tree and set off to the gate...

**Dr Mac** · October 02, 2012, 12:42 PM

'My name is Stephen Bloodriver, Lord of Nightcastle. General of the armies of the Riverlands. Loyal servant to the true king Daeron II Targaryen. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife; and I will have my vengeance in this life or the next.'

Stephen Bloodriver

It had merely been a few weeks since the Blackfyre king was crowned and his troops stormed out from Harrenhal and began the merciless pillaging of the Riverlands. Nightcastle stood proudly on the banks of the Red Fork, it's black towers matching the colour of the deep, dark Trident below. From the Lord's Tower Stephen Bloodriver looked out upon the river to the east and had thoughts of his wife and son, they had travelled to Saltpans last month to spend a few days with his wife's side of the family. Despite the chaos that had erupted he had faith in the noble house of Cox which protected Saltpans and turned his attention to his current task: Preparing his castle for siege. He had raised his banners upon the command of his liege lord: Medger Tully, who was an honourble man (albeit a stupid one at times) and had mustered the masons of Nightcastle to begin repairs of the walls. The anvil of the blacksmiths sang into the night sky and the clash of swords in the training yard rang from dawn til dusk. The Lord Bloodriver had done everything he could to prepare his castle for the war. He wondered if it was enough.

That night the maester entered Stephen's solar with a face like thunder. 'My lord, I have heard some grave news...' He paused. Holding the piece of paper in his hand as if his life was bound to it.
'Well, what is it?' Lord Bloodriver asked.
'The caravan your wife and son travelled with was attacked by Blackfyre raiders, they had no chance' Stephen's eyes welled up, however he wouldn't allow them to overflow. Not in public, not even in front of his maester.
'Leave me. I require some time to think' the words spluttered from his mouth, sounding almost like a whimper. The maester quickly left the room and Stephen felt his blood begin to boil. Those Blackfyre dogs! I shall flay every last one of them!

The next morning Stephen walked to the gates with his captain of guards Stannis Rivers, his best friend since childhood. They were there to recieve the bodies of his family, whom he would never see again in the flesh, yet would see them every night in his dreams. As he kissed his wife's lips for the final time he swore that he would seek vengeance for her death until his final breath.

The war had begun in earnest. Stephen was summonded to Riverrun at the request of Lord Tully whom welcomed him upon his arrival into the water gate.
'Welcome Lord Bloodriver. I am deeply sorry for your loss however I must thank you for your resolve and courage in the face of adversity. I would like to invite you to my war room this evening so that we may strike back at these rebel dogs'
'It would be my honour my lord'
Later that evening Stephen walked up the spiral staircase of the keep of Riverrun to find Lord Tully alone in his solar. 'My lord where is everybody else?'
'The Lords Frey and Mooton are too far away, however I have dispatched ravens to give them their orders, as for my brothers, well Ryman is not to be found and Tristifer is likely in a tavern in Maidenpool. Which is why I must rely upon you Lord Bloodriver, to assemble the command of the armies of the Riverlands. Do you accept the honou?r'
Stephen bended his knee. He now had his chance to seek his vengeance. 'Of course my lord, I shall bring death to the pretender and all those who follow him!'
'Well then leave with my blessing!'

After assuming his command, Stephen dispatched his orders to the lords of the Riverlands. After that he could do nothing but wait.... or so he thought. A messanger burst through the tent doors. 'Lord General, I have received reports of the sightings of a Blackfyre force crossing the Red Fork just east of Nightcastle, rumour has it that it is being commanded by Aegor Rivers.'
'So an opportunity to draw first blood presents itself. Stannis, assemble a small cohort of men. Lets put these greenboys to some use!' The horns sounded across the camp and the men readied themselves for battle. In the dead of night Lord Bloodriver prepared an ambush abd assembled his men surrounding the road between the Red Fork crossing and Harrenhal, assuming this is where Aegor would take his men. There was not a word spoken, not a sound heard, however these men who were nothing more than stablehands and farmers who shivered at the thought of battle and pissed themselves when they heard the drums. The sound of drums came from the west, it was getting louder with each passing minute, louder and louder until eventually the sound of marching footsteps could be heard. Louder and louder until a stream of men armoured in black and red passed along the road.
'Stannis, at my signal unleash hell' whispered Stephen. He slithered back into the bushes and picked up his warhammer. He kissed it, as if it was his wife and let out a thunderous cry 'FOR THE RIVERLANDS! AND OUR KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' The horns sounded all around the Blackfyre force and the militiamen of the Riverlands charged at the seasoned professionals in red and black. Stephen entered the fray, swinging his warhammer without mercy. Crushing many ribcages and skulls, in a brief moment of the battle he witnessed one Blackfyre cut down four of his own men. Only to be engulfed by an ocean of blades. The battle was one sided, it was too much for Aegor Rivers. The horns of surrender were blown and what was left of the beleaguered Blackfyre army fled the field, heading north towards Fairmarket. Cheers roared across the battlefield, however Stephen knew that he had suffered many losses, yet had forged an army of veterans. The battle was a crucible, eliminating all the impurities of this ragtag force. Leaving behind only the purest of men. Following a red sunrise the next morning Stephen read reports from across the Riverlands of the successes of his countrymen. Harrenhal was under siege. Another Blackfyre force was destroyed and the crossings to Riverrun were secure. However, he knew this war had only just begun and there would be much bloodshed to follow.

A letter to 'King' Daemon Blackfyre.

Traitor,
I have defeated a few bands of your men and the castles you took from my liege lord are at the mercy of the Riverlords. I give you the option to leave these lands and head south for the protection of House Tyrell. I will give you free passage and will not harm you. If however you refuse this offer (which I hope you will) and attack any more men or settlements I will be forced to obliterate your forces and use the flesh of your chief of staff as my bed warmer. As for your own hide, I intend to use it as the mattress I let my hounds sleep on. Think carefully on this matter. It may be your last royal decree.

Lord Stephen Bloodriver, Lord of Nightcastle and Lord General of the armies of the Riverlands.

**Antoniusz** · October 02, 2012, 09:59 AM

Fortress of Storm's End.
Some say the walls protecting this ancient keep from the sea were built using magic.
But what unknown danger could come with the waves and prove to be more lethal then a clash of dragons that is going to happen very soon.

- Tell me Old Man - Bryce Baratheon asked with his eyes still on two envelopes - Do you really come from the depths of the sea?
- Thats what they say my Lord - Odysseus answered shortly.
Lord of Storm's End finally put two letters on desk and looked at his visitor.
- Yes of course - admitted with a smirk - Are there any dragons in the sea Old Man?
- Non that I know of my Lord - another short answer.
- And people fear the sea! - Bryce laughed - While on the land there are two dragons and apparently it is too much.
- I didn't know my Lord.
- Of course you didn't - he continued - You are the same as I remembered you from my childhood!
- Thank you my Lord.
- Don't thank me yet - lord smiled - Maester I'm ready to give my answer!
A person wearing grey robes entered the room.
- Write as I say - commanded Lord Bryce.
Maester nodded and readied for writing.

King Dareon Targaryen,

House Baratheon was granted Stormlands as it's land to rule when we came to Westeros with mighty Red Dragon,
and was at his side while he conquered all of the lands.
Hence we are forever grateful for you generosity and you can always count on our loyalty,
and my forces are preparing to put down your enemies as I write this letter.

Signed,
Lord Bryce Baratheon.

- Now the other one and type faster!

Deamon Blackfyre,

I thought better of you. Did you loose your
mind bastard?
We Baratheons stand loyal to our King Daeron and will aid them
in this conflict.
That means we are at war and
hopefully we will meet on the field so I can prove that
you are still a boy playing war.
Only one dragon can rule Westeros.

Utterly disgusted,
Lord Bryce Baratheon

- Yes, that's good - Lord Baratheon praised his Maester - Now Old Man rally the men we are at war!

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**complete noob:(** · October 03, 2012, 03:12 PM

***Imagine the sound of mining, can't find one right now***

Come on lads, only 2 hours until dusk. I know that there has got to be some gold around here somewhere."
"M'lord! A raven from the Tooth!" one of the overseers screamed out.
Give me a sec lads, I should probably find out what this is about

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Gods, half the realm up in arms about a few dragons, and now this. Take the rest of the nights off men. I am off to Golden Tooth.

**Lord AcidRocker** · October 03, 2012, 06:26 PM

Rodrik Pyke had arrived at his father's camp just in time with the tertiary reinforcements for the attack on The Crag. Ladders and rams were lined up in order on the frontline, carried and pushed by men who reaked of the sea. Behind them stood the mob of Ironborn raiders ready to scale the walls; axes and shields in hand.

Rodrik positioned his raiders behind the second line, himself in front of his crew with Salt and Stone in hand. He spied his father and brother with the Harlaw Guard at the frontline, eager to prove their worth. All for the glory of House Harlaw, thought Rodrik, I suppose I should fight for the glory of Bastards. Prince Quellon was leading the battle alongside his brother Prince Greydon, signaling the move forward. The next few hours were a blur: Screaming raiders and swordsmen scaled the walls, swinging and hacking at anyone with a lion embroidered on their clothing. Rodrik had taken a man out with a driving swing of his axes that shattered the opponents helm and head. His crew were eager to join the battle, hacking and slicing enemies on the walls and battlements. When Reyne's captains created a last line of defense at the keep, Ironborn fell in from all sides with a fury for combat. The defenders fought strong and bravely, thought Rodrik, but we were too many for them.

When Lord Robb Reyne was finally found locked inside his solar, Rodrik and the main captains were ordered to join in the judgement. Princes Quellon and Greydon Greyjoy, Lord Theomore Harlaw, Roryn Harlaw, Lord Gran Goodbrother, and Lord Gyles Botley were present inside, examining Lord Reyne on his knees and bowed head. He was wearing a thick silky white robe with a red lion emblazoned on the back. It seemed oddly appropriate attire for leading the defense of your own castle. Prince Quellon spoke first,

"Lord Robb Reyne, the castle is ours, and The Crag will be subjugated by House Greyjoy through Right of Conquest. I would very much like to send your head to Lord Lannister, but my father wishes a new approach to our Old Way. These men here are lords and revered captains of the Iron Islands. They will aid me in your judgement."

"Judgement of what?" Replied Lord Reyne.

"Judgement of interfering with the Iron Kingdom's conquests. You could have simply given up the castle and escaped into the mountains, but you chose to remain loyal to whichever dragon's cock you suck."

"Daemon Blackfyre will come for you. He will not forget who supported him, and he will not forget who opposed him. You would do best to sail back to your Isles, Prince Quellon, for ships and axes cannot stop the true King."

"I only know of one true king, Reyne: King Dagon Greyjoy. All other squabbles mean nothing to us, fool. Let him come, he needs ships. He needs an army. Our coffers will grow so large we will have half the sellsword companies in the world fighting on the side of the Iron Kingdom."

"Get on with it, then. I say we kill him. Send it to Fair Isle, Casterly Rock, perhaps. Intimidate the enemy and strike with their tails between their legs." Blurted Rodrik

The lords looked upon Robb Reyne in disgust, seeming to agree with a death. Prince Quellon and Lord Harlaw interrogated him for a while, until the time had come.

"Your family will not hide for long, Reyne. Don't worry about your wife, I'll take her for a salt wife and

her real good for you." A grin appeared on the Prince's face.

Roryn Harlaw did the job in no time, everyone dispersing to their camps for a night of newly acquired wine, women, and coin.

**complete noob:(** · October 05, 2012, 03:18 PM

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**Mithridate** · October 06, 2012, 08:43 AM

The Riverlands burns

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Luna marched ahead of the main column along with the vangaurd, taking reports from scouts and issuing new orders for the supply train reaching back all the way to the crownlands. Blackfyres men had already passed this land, House bracken had been hit hard further west and the land was emptier than she could ever remember it being.

A scout approached and was waved forward to adress her, head of the vanguard as she was she handled all that was sent to King Daeron and Bloodraven, both leading from behind along with the main army. Waving the man forward he quickly saluted and began giving his report.

"The Blackfyre host have marched all the way across the riverland, to escape the hammer and anvil that would be us and the Tullies! They currently besiege Pinkmaiden with all their strenght along with reinforcements heading in from the Reach. We´ve had little reports as to the flowers yet they cannot remain idle for long..."

Luna frowned, why would they head west? Not rushing for Riverrun or heading to intercept the Targaryen army coming to relieve the riverlands... The Tully forces are vast but untrained, why did they not strike riverrun before enough men ould be marshalled and trained? It was too late now, the defenders where prepared and riverlands quickly being re-united... Her gaze became distant

Men and women, hunters and farmers, miners and soldiers all in red ran in terror before the twisted dragon, molten gold pouring down the hills from the castle set ablaze high atop the hills.

As the vision ended Luna did not hesitate for a moment, grabbing for one of her trusted Men of the Night

Send word for the king and the raven, i have grave news they need to hear.

---------------------------------------------------------------

King Daeron approached with the rest of his Kingsguard, Corobray straightening beside Luna. All but the guards on duty and Lunas mercenaries knelt as he dismounted with surprising graze. Luna clenching her fist above her heart simply waited to be addressed, silently wondering how many knew there where more to Daeron than met the eyes... Asides from the burning drive and deep intelligence in his eyes.

"Harrenhall is ours again, the Tullies did well and i was well received. Bloodraven is otherwise occupied but i shall make sure he hears what you bring, what are these urgent news? " Daeron waved for the surrounding troops to get back to their business and the Kingsguard took up position around him.

"Your grace, the enemy refuse to give battle. They march west instead of heading for Riverrun or to intercept us, they surround themselves between our hammer and anvil for no sense... I fear they are heading for the westerlands, a swift strike with overwhelming force to the lannisters back could gain them the riches land in westeros... and many indebted to the lannisters could join him for that alone. They need to be warned, the Tullies pepared to pursue west.

Daeron quietly observed her, scratching the stubble at his chin from the long march from Kings Landing
They could also be withdrawing south to Tyrell lands, to then strike with force at whatever target... Either way we need to keep pushing for riverrun and join forces, i shall send ravens to warn the Lannisters, they waved aside my demand for allegiance but have not risen so i shall not abandon them in need.

Dark wings, dark words indeed. Lannister facing war on two, perhaps three fronts... Casterly would be surrounded and if they marched to deal with one threat the othwer would devour them

Yet she could not be sure, however the coming months would bring nothing but more suffering and death

**Dux** · October 08, 2012, 07:09 AM

Ah, interesting. Daemon Blackfyre said with at smile after reading Bryce Baratheon's letter.
They were sitting in the main hall of Pinkmaiden, once the seat of house Piper, now under firm control of Blackfyre supporters.
He has a remarkable talent of writing Daemon said.
He sure does. William replied with a sarcastic smile.

Sent the following reply, Daemon said to the Pinkmaiden measter.

Lord Brye,

Try as you might, you'll never be able to write coherent letters,
hereafter you are my enemy. I will come for you after the Targaryens
and I will defeat you. I swear we shall have vengeance, if
not in this life, then in the next. If you don't back down I will
kill you and install a different lord of the Stormlands.
sincerely, King Deamon Blackfyre

And sent this message to Tully and Arryn. Daemon said.

Lord Tully and Arryn,
A shame you have chosen the wrong side of this conflict.
King Daeron is my prime enemy, do not stand in our way was we fight it out and you'll be spared.
Tully, you might have won some early victories and might have taken Fairmarket and Harrenhall.
And Arryn you might besiege Coldwater.
But don't make the mistake as seeing me powerless and without allies.
Stop your contribution to the war, and me and my allies will spare you after Dearon is dead.
Sincerely, King Deamon Blackfyre

"So, we have taken Pinkmaiden, but lost Harrenhall and Aegor Bittersteel is trapped in Fairmarket. Tell me, how can you still be positive? Quentyn Ball asked his King.

The loss of Harrenhall and Fairmarket are unfortunate events, which couldn't be stopped after Bittersteel let himself be defeated and we combined our forces.
Besides it was never our intention to defend Harrenhall and Fairmarket, Harrenhall is to close to the Crownlands, the full might of House Taragryen and Tully's garrisons of Saltpans and Maidenpool. While Fairmarket is surrounded by hostile Tully forces.
William replied.

Quite right Daemon Blackfyre said with a look of approval to William.
We have reached our goal, we have combined our forces into a vast army capable of taking on anything the Targaryen supporters might trow at us.

"But why Pinkmaiden? Why not strike at Riverrun?" Quentyn insisted.

That should be quite obvious, here, look at the map and enemy positions again. William said.

Quentyn looked at the map again, it was a detailed map of the Riverlands with all known enemy positions. Large armies of Targaryen supporters were spotted at Raventreehall, and Riverrun itself had a strong garrison as well.

"Ah, I see now. But what do we do now? The obvious thing is to move south and team up with Tyrell so that... "Quentyn said.

William interrupted him.Let me quote my famous ancestor:
"Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next."

Right you are, they won't know what hit them until it is already to late to do anything about it. Daemon Blackfyre responded.

**Antoniusz** · October 10, 2012, 05:00 PM

The waves were cracking on the walls of fortress while thunders were roaming on the sky.
Lord Bryce Baratheon was sitting in his chambers in Storms End and reading letters that ravens brought today.
He smilled at message from Daemon Targaryen. Kid had a knack for writing as well.

- Maester! - he called.
- Yes my Lord? - answered maester Luwen as he entered the room.
- Did we have any news from Old Man?
- No my Lord, we haven't heard of his since he passed the borders of Stormlands.
- I see, send scouts to catch up on him and send me back news.
- Yes my Lord, as you wish.

Bryce Baratheon looked outside of the window. The storm tonight was more fierce then usuall. Is this a sign from gods?

**Pinkie Pie** · October 10, 2012, 05:11 PM

Harrold paces up and down his tent, reports were flooding in from all over Westeros of fighting between Blackfyre rebels and loyalists. Many had chosen their sides for good or for ill, many more had yet to join the war. Politics were not his thing, how was he supposed to tell enemy from foe when all was hidden within a mist. His many advisors shuffle through a pile of letters and reports, determining what is important and what is not. As he brews upon how confusing this war was getting two more messages arrived, one bearing the seal of the Martells while the other bore no seal, only blood.

He takes the Martell letter before anyone can move, opening it with the nail of his thumb. As he reads his frown begins to turn into a smile and eventualy a laugh. His advisors look up, all of them confused until Harrold hands one the letter. As they read all of them begin to smile too.

Harrold of the Guard

I have found something Yronwood loves more than his men, even now I ride south with him following behind me like a love struck puppy. He has abandoned his men to their doom in his obsession with me and left the way open for your attack.

Signed: Delonne Martell

Even as the men smiled and laughed at the foolishness of the Yronwood lord Harrold opens the second letter, only a few words were understandable under the blood but the four words were enough to sour his mood. He turns to his advisors and speaks out in a grim voice. "The Stormlords have declared war upon King Dareon. It is time to end this, send word to Skyreach and Dayne, attack the remaining Yronwood forces in the Princes Pass, we will move on the castle itself."

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