Blackfyre Rebellion (CCH) Roleplaying

[Mithridate]

Daerons hands shook as he read the dire news, the crownlands where under attack. The wallowing sadness that had been is constant companion where being overwhelmed by a silent rage previously unknown to him, there was no mistaking it... The assailants rampaging the hearlands of all the six kingdoms where Baratheon.

Tossing the note aside, he wrangled his hands together trying to regain control over them. How could this be, Baratheons where known for their fierce hearts and relentless hammers. They where iron of a quality much akin yet so very different to that of the ironborn, a betrayal like this was beyond imagination yet he had no more room for sadness.

Hearing muffled voices and the step of guards he sighed as Luna entered the tent
"What news of Bloodraven, what word has he sent?"

Luna knelt and clenched her fist over her heart, quietly noting a slight tremor in the Kings voice and hands.
"Nothing your grace, but if it truly is "the old man" then your city is in grave danger. We have naught but Levies and militia,
some few schores of Men-at-arms and knights whom would sooner read than fight."

"The Blackfyres move further west but there are too many options and variables to know whereto they will go but the Tullies should be able to stand on their own now as they have united in their wrath. With forced march we could be at Kings landing in three weeks, but i fear the city will fall to assault in two..."

Daeron crossed over to her, lifting her chin with a hand she noted was no longer trembling. With tearful eyes yet cold steel in his voice.
"It is of no matter, I will see the Baratheons pay and should i find evidence of my bastard brothers hand in this i shall see not only he but his entire line wiped out of existence for the harm he has done"

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The night was dark with no moon present as Rodrik could hear the waves meeting the shores of Seagard. The might of the Iron Islands and Fleet was all around him, awaiting the signal to land.

When King Dagon had arrived to the Crag, he gave all the generals and captains orders for a different mission; a mission north towards the holdings of House Tully in the northern Riverlands. Some Ironborn wanted to sail south towards Lannisport, but the captains and lords throughout the camps had agreed that a new surprise attack would be to there advantage. Lord Mallister will not enjoy this, thought Rodrik, but no enemy enjoys the Old Way. The Old Bastard had been the first of captains ready to sail north, and led the tertiary army to scout the seas ahead.

Now, though, the King and Prince of the Iron Islands was at the head of the entire fleet ready to land on Mallister's shores. The wind was pulling hard to the south, so their noises would be muffled to any Seagard scouts. A low buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr rung from the King's war galley Harvester of Sorrow. It is time, knew Rodrik. Hundreds of longships and galleys sailed toward the shore, picking out a landing spot to dispatch the ladders.



Some torches could be seen lighting up from the mainland, but not enough for Rodrik to think a scouting party was around. Moments after, half of the fleet was ashore pulling out ladders and running towards the castle. Rodrik unsheathed Salt and Stone before he roared, "Faster you maggots! We will be the first upon the walls and will soon greet King Dagon with the head of Lord Mallister!"

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The City of Kings Landing was under siege, a large Baratheon army positioned beneath its poorly defended walls preparing massive rams and huge siege towers. The forces under the Command of Bloodraven stood silent, a huge mass of Levies hastily gathered and barely trained. Green men, men whom would sooner break and flee than fight... But this where their home, their lands and their city. Half of them had family in the city and with grim determination Bloodraven called for the attention of his commanders.

"Baelor take your men down the left flank. Aery will follow your banner down to the center from the city. Corobray have already crossed the river taking the knights and leading the southern garrison. He is beginning his attack so go forth, and fear no darkness!"

As his commanders make off for their positions Bloodraven face the main force that would flank the left and break the enemy as they faced the other pincer attack. These men would see the main fighting and these men had to hold no matter what as Corbray rolled up their rear.

"Arise! Arise, Soldiers of Daeron! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises! We fight for our king, we fight for out kingdom. We fight for glory and we fight with honor... But this is our city the traitors besieges, this is our homes he intends to sack. Our gold, our women and our families that he seek to take. Those are vile men knocking at our door... Lets go kill them!"

A chorous of approval rolled over the army, some thrusting their spears into the air and the sound of double paced march from his own men in the distance, the pride for his men for gladly playing bait in the face of such an enemy almost overwhelmed him. With force he trusted Dark sister into the air

"We shall fight now!... fight now!... fight! Fight for their ruin and their world's ending!"

Turning his horse rearing, he faced the enemy forming up to face the threat of the advancing men.
Death! He he called out over the hills, a mighty roar ecchoing behind him from the men "Death!"

Thrusting his sword, again "Death!" "Death!" the army ecchoed over the hills and the citys gates opened to join the fray.

DEATH! he called out, his own men starting a mad charge agaisnt the much larger enemy force. "Death!"Ecchoed over the hills again the distance, Corbrays forces appearing on the distant bridge at full charge. The time was now and Bloodraven smiled, a grin of death and loathing. "Forth, for Victory!"

The army roared and started their charge over the crest of the covering hill. To the cheer of those already engaged beneath them, they fell upon the now terrified Stormlanders as wights of death appearing out of nowhere with thundering force and sound.

Not a single man of the Baratheon host survived the wrath of the dragons men, caught beneath the walls of Kings Landing, the hills and the river they where destroyed.

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Antoniuz, if you want we can write a short story for the death of ur char. You get the lead so to speak, death by Bloodraven or Corbray... or both. Daerons heir works as well just dont make em too cowardly and PM me before posting

now... only a gazilion reachmen n the reach, three armies of ironborn and their wretched isles, the stormlands... Stark and Lannister both seemingly independent

This is awesome, totally unfair but awesome

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[Lord AcidRocker]

When Rodrik Pyke and his raiders were clearing out the main keep, it was learned that Lord Mallister was away from the castle;
perhaps somewhere south fighting in the name of King Daeron and Lord Tully. The other piece of news, though, was Lord Frey visiting
from the Twins. Lord Andrey Frey was a cold, old hard man, stern faced, and never in a good mood. He was granted leave to remain in
the guest chambers down the hall from the Lord and Lady's chambers. Interestingly enough, when the Old Bastard and Roryn Harlaw
breached the locked oaken doors, Lord Frey was found abed with Lord Mallister's wife and Lady. "What a pretty sight." murmured Roryn,
while Rodrik examined the solar for hidden guards.



They took Andrey Frey down to the common hall where King Dagon and Princes Quellon and Greydon awaited. Not one Ironborn warrior
was killed in the taking of Seagard, so the King declared a feast of epic proportions, taking every piece of meat and barrel of ale
locked in the basements. The hearths were afire while newly caught salt wives were moving about pladders of food and horns of ale.
It was likely that job, or death. When Lord Frey was brought to sit on Lord Mallisters seat, the crowds grew silent as King Dagon
stood beside him.



"Men. Here is our catch! Here sits before you Lord Andrey Frey of the Twins, on Lord Mallister's seat. It seems he took a liking
to Mallister's property, spending some leisurely time around this castle. It's not the only thing this old man is enjoying that
isn't his. The Old Bastard found this Lord's meat in Lady Mallister's insides! While the castle was being penetrated, he was
penetrating his own piece of treasure!"

Captains and sailors throughout the hall burst into laughter. When one of them yelled "Are you sure he isn't one of us?!" the hall
erupted with cheers and hollers.

"His fun was soon ended though, and here we are reaping our rewards. The last time we talked to a Lord, we relieved him of his
head and sent it to his overlord. Should we send Lord Frey's head to Lord Tully?" Cheers of agreement rung throughout the
Ironborn."

"What say you? What say you of your life, Lord Frey?"



Andrey Frey stirred in Lord Mallister's seat, brushing his chin with his hand. "I say you have yourselves a nice plot of land in
the Riverlands. I say you can make it even bigger. Kill me now if you wish, but the Riverlands have plenty of levies to fend off
mainland attacks from the likes of you petty raiders. Give me leave to my castle, and I will raise banners in your name."

Prince Quellon spoke, "An interesting proposal, Lord Frey. Nonetheless, you are of the least leal lords throughout the realm.
The name Frey comes with consequences, my friend. Better yet, we will give your head leave to the Twins, but your body will be
given to the Drowned God."

"To the Drowned God." repeated Rodrik. "To the Drowned God!" repeated the Ironborn. "To the Drowned God! To the Drowned God! To
the Drowned God!"

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Somewhere along White Knife ...


Jon and his men await for arrival of delegate from White Harbor.
Even before dawn, they came to the appointed place, half a day's ride from the city.
Manderly's man gave him the name of the man who would wait for them. Galbart Liddle... More boy than a man.

- Jon Norrey? - The boy asked.

- I am! And you were still on your mother's teat when I last saw you.

Laughter erupted through the crowd.
The boy blushed, unaware of his youth and inexperience compared to Jon and his hunters until then.

- I was sent to bring you to the camp - insecurely continues Galbart.

- Which camp? Why don't you take us to the White Harbor?

- Lord Artos ordered... I'm, I'm his squire - Galbrat's voice shivered.

- Then, Galbart of Clan Liddle squire of Lord Artos, lead us to him - Jon said and passes by confused boy.




In the camp on the Bite's coast, somewhere south from White Harbor ...


After a day of riding Galbart Liddle led Jon his and men in the Lord Artos's camp.
Jon has seen so many tents and men in one place only when Lord William Stark was preparing to attack Raymun Redbeard at Long Lake.
Galbart showed where Jon's men can rest and eat something and led him straight to the commander's tent.
There they found Lord Artos leaning over some maps and lists.

- I brought him M'Lord!

- Then you complete your mission! Now leave us. - Artos said.

When the boy came out Jon said:

- I knew his father... Wildling's axe strike him down at the Long Lake. He was a brave man.

- As every man of Clan Liddle is, and of the Clan Norrey and of all mountain clans!
Such men I need in this dark times, men who are not accustomed to the comfort of castles and a warm
meals, people who will fight to the last breath and last drop of blood!

Jon looked at him proudly.

- As you may have already heard my brother married his son Edwyl with a Maege Hornwood. - Artos continue -
And as a wedding gift he wants to leave him Kingdom to inherit. Your and my job is to make that posible.

Artos waved to Jon to approach to the table and showed him a map of Riverlands.

- Black Dragon is retreating toward the Reach...
Trout defeat him here and here, but has lost almost entire north of his domain to Kraken...

Artos pointed castle on the map with his dagger.

- From here we will start!
We will be first Northern army to march south in hundreds of years!

[Dux]

"A toast! To Old Man Odysseus and all Baratheon men for gave their lives for the true king! William said, as he raised his beer.
Each and every man raised his drink and toasted loudly.

Quentyn Ball stood up.
"To Bittersteel, fool as he was. He was not really a nice man, but he had a good heart and died a good death! Never surrendering to the minions of the false king Daeron!" Quentyn Ball yelled.
Aye! everybody bellowed.

Daemon Blackfyre rose and it became quiet in the hall. He raised his glass of Red Arbor wine.
To my son, Aemon Blackfyre. Daemon said with tears in his eyes.
He will never be forgotten, nor will we ever forgive House Tully and the Tully heir for what they did.
And everyone raised their drink in silence and respect.

We'll hunt him down, no matter where he runs. William said angrily

"He. Will. Die. Along with his entire house." Quentyn Ball said fiercely. "Let us besiege his camp and kill him while he is in our reach!"

Thank you for your passion my friends, but revenge is best severed cold. He killed my son, so he must die. However, we must be realistic. His fort, along with the encampment of King Daeron himself are obviously traps, they sent the people we despise the most to trick us into attacking.
It won't be long now, the Kraken is tightening his grip on the Riverlands, soon we'll strike.Daemon said.

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It wasn't in the original plan, but when his ships were in range of Runestone he knew he had to strike. Something about the castle seemed ready for plunder, he didn't really know what it was. Perhaps it was something in his blood. The house of Sunderland has always been known for their pirates, most famous and feared house of the Sisters. Until the Arryns came and after them the Targaryens. He hated both equally, so when he heard Daemon Blackfyre had raised his banner in rebellion against the Targaryens and the Arryns had refused him it was clear he had to declare for the Blackfyre cause and make a good profit and have some revenge for his ancestors.
Coldwater had been sacked and destroyed by his men, afterwards he had led his ships all around the Fingers and to Runestone. Which appeared to be empty of any soldiers, all had travelled with Lord Royce to Gulltown.
They had made a fine sack of the castle, there were plenty of relic bronze armors in the armory, which could make quite a profit.
Of course Lord Royce made great haste to take his castle back and when he found the castle almost empty he had presumed we were running.

Unfortunately for him, he was wrong. Denys Sunderland thought with a grin, as he looked at the Arryn siege camp.

"With me men! Let's kill these ing Rocyes and take their money and their lands!
For DAEMON BLACKFYRE!"
He shouted and his men roared behind him.
SUNDERLAND! BLACKFYRE!! as they charged the sieging armies.

[Pinkie Pie]

Harrold looks out over the walls of Yronwood. Defended by only a few hundred levies the fortress had fallen in a matter of hours. Ladders had went up and towers had rolled into place even as rams were heading towards the two southern gates. All the preperation and the Yronwood army had fled weeks before they had arrived.

A glance over hus shoulder shows him that the few villagers that remained have been rounded up in the main square, crossing his arms and glaring down at them from above the gate Harrold shouts down in a commanding voice.

"By the authority given to me by the Prince of Dorne I have taken control of this castle, all lords serving under her and the Stoneway Pass. Any who do not wish to be ruled by their true Prince are ordered to leave the castle by sundown, any who stay will be required to renew their oath's to Prince Martell anbd to Dorne."

Many of the villagers glare at him while some begin to mutter darkly, one particularly brave woman shouts up.

"You won't get away with this, Lord Yronwood will be back and he will gut you like the coward you are."

"The lord Yronwood was caught fleeing east and has been taken into custody, he abandoned your husbands, your fathers, your brothers and your sons to a harsh death hoping to save his skin. He has been taken back to Sunspear to be given a trial and execution."

With that responce the woman stops speaking and the muttering dies away, many of the villagers could not believe that their lord would abandon them like this.

"The Tyrells are sending an army south and the Blackfyre rebels have joined up with them, is thisn what you wanted? Harrolds voice raises to a near shout. "You fought for so long against the Stormkings and Reach Kings yet your lord was planning to sell away Dorne to the yrells. This is the type of person you followed in rebellion. The Prince may have joined us to the Seven Kingdoms but at least we have our own laws and customs, the Tyrell lords wou..."

A guard rushes over and interrupts Harrold mid-speach with a letter in his hand, a quick glance shows it to be from Lord Dayne of Starfall. He looks back from the guard to the people and waves his hand in a sign of dismissal. "Think on what I have said, the Blackfyres hold no love for us and think only to use us to achieve his own goals. If given the chance he would happily crush us."

As the villages disperse he rips open the letter.

Harrold of the Guard

Skyreach is safe and the forces Lord Yronwood left to hold the pass have been destroyed and I am fortifying it as we speak to prevent any incusions by the Blackfyre loyalists. During my interrogations of the prisoners I found the location of the Yronwood army, it was sighted fleeing north into the Stormlands, whether they do this with the auid of the Baratheons or against their wisahes is unknown.

Lord Dyane of Starfall

Harrold glances back up to the guard. "Send word to Lord Baratheon, if he is truly a friend of the king he will want to deal with these Blackfyre rebels himself. Remind him thsat if he does not get rid of them I will do so myself and the result will not be to his liking. Inform Dayne that our forces are in place and ready to move, should the Tyrells move against them they will be in for quite a surprise."

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[Mithridate]

The army was chanting, high of spirit as the sky wept for the coming slaughter. Luna had arrayed her men facing the enemy for a direct assault. Halbardiers shoring up the left flank and her finest men-at-arms in the center, to the right a long line of spearmen made up the right and was flanked by the river itself.

Before her the Tyrell host heavy with cavalry lined up. Luna silenced her men with a wave as she rode before them.

"Our allies in The Riverlands have suffered as greatly, attacked from every side they have bled for us. The Tyrell march to join forces against them and have even marched on Kings landing, Yet there they will find only death as Brave Corbrays trap is sprung."

"Together, we marched through the riverlands, together we watched the suffering of its people. Together we withdrew to defend our own lands yet together, will strike down those who have attacked us!"

"The Tyrells thought us retreating, abandoning the Riverlands to the Kraken, the Blackfyre and the cold North yet here we are in their path. We will show them what loyalty is, we will show them what honor is and together we will make them understand what it means to defy the Dragon, the spirit of our kingdom, the spirit of our unity. Reap vengeance for the Riverlands, Kill those whom would put themselves before the people."

The men cheered, and on the plains the Tyrell host started their charge and their horns and trumpets silenced the men, a wave of steel and lances bearing down upon them with a roar of thundering hooves.

Over the growing noise, Luna made herself heard

"Stand by me, Stand for our allies, Stand for the people, Stand with me and we shall kill them all this day. I, Luna Rivers of the Night, the Green seer swear it, by hand, heart, and body; by breath, mind, and spirit, Now serve them blood and fire!"

Turning to face the enemy again, alone in the open she gave the signal and the crossbows fired, the men roared and the lines braced themselves. Had the charge been made up by the finest knights of the reach then perhaps it would not have faltered, but only the finest warhorses would charge the steadfast wall of men and spears and by the time the infantry closed they had been cut to pieces.

And then, Lunas well trained men of the Nigh emerged from their hiding on the right. Emerging as if from the ground they fell upon the flank and rear and the Tyrell host let out a cry of terror. Had it not been for gallant Tybalt driving a mad charge through the left opening an avenue of escape, not a man would have survived.
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The army moved up slowly, the never ending rain having turned the field into mud and the river was flooding. The tyrell where pouring missiles down upon the endless tide of men, wet shields taking most of them but now and then a cry of pain was heard.

Baelor silently watched as ladders where raised to the battlements, how his militia poured over the walls as his crossbowmen now suppressed the defenders. brave men, but foolish they where systematically cut down by the Tyrells yet they served their purpose. He shook his head with his jaws and fists firmly clenched.

On the North side the constant raining and flooding of the river had caused a breach in the walls, the Tyrells was desperately trying to repair the breach even as the battle was waging. On a gamble Corbray had chosen the finest and used the muddy water to get close with the aid of straws, as one they emerged from the water and rushed the breach.

Corbray was the first inside and cut down the panicking soldiers, some still holding their tools.
Behind him, his men flooded inside, Again and again the Tyrells formed up only to break before Corbrays charge, frenzied crownlanders still high of spirits from the baratheon slaughter relentlessly overwhelmed them. By the time the western gates fell to fell to the swift attack and the waiting men at arms from outside flooded inside, the battle was all but over and true slaughter had begun.

By command of Baelor the Heir, Edgeran Tyrell and all survivors where burned to death, not even the heavy rain could quell the flames. Let it be known that all those who raise arms against the Rightful king Daeron will share their fate.

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...A dismantled army, a dead friend, a broken arm...

"I have failed everyone..."

Tybalt looked on at his remaining men. Running into the Riverlands was their only hope of escape, yet it proved to be quite as deadly as staying to attack the crownlands.
Edgerran had such an ambitious plot, but his rashness cost him his life.. His best friend dead.. Tybalt was now a broken man..

His delusions of chivalry and grandeur were gone. This is war. It has cost the lives of many of his dear companions. All for some foolish Lordling to play King.

"Bah." He spat at the ground and cursed the seven. "I have made up my mind....we march at dusk."

[Dr Mac]

Lord Bloodriver was sat in his tent late at night. The same tent that was set up more than 6 months ago. The war had progressed yet the might of the Riverlands had not moved an inch. Reports had arrived describing the butchery of the northern parts of the realm; Lord Bloodriver knew he shouldn't have trusted that weasel Lord Frey, yet there was nobody else to send. Even so; the might of the Ironborn could not be matched and so he had to concede defeat. He had allowed Lord Medger command of the northern crossings to ensure that the heart of the Riverlands weren't threatened, however there were more reports of a Blackfyre army that had appeared out of thin air close to the Twins and of course the Wolves descending southward. Towards the Vale or to his own lands he did not know. As for the Ironborn Lord Bloodriver's scouts had lost sight of them about 2 months ago, however he had made preparations for their return.

After signing off the final piece of parchment his eyes finally began to feel heavy. A rarity in these troublesome times. The sun had only just begun to peer over the eastern hills when the tent door opened. It was his captain Stannis Rivers. 'My lord I bring news from our scouts in the south. They have sighted the remnants of the Tyrell force that were ready to invade us. They have just broken camp and are beginning to head south. They carry wounded so are ripe pickings for our men'
Stephen let out a harsh laugh 'Haha excellent Stannis! Finally the gods have granted us a battle. Prepare men and horses and send for Lord Ryman Tully. I would have words with him.'
'Yes m'lord' Stannis turned about and left the tent with a spring in his step. He was a good, loyal man and keen for war. He had been busy the past few months equipping the green boys with the best armour and training them to the highest standards. No longer were the men of the Riverlands common peasents, they were soldiers. The only thing they needed now was battle experience and this Tyrell force presented such an opportunity.

Lord Ryman entered the tent a few minutes later 'Lord Commander, what is your plan of action?'
'Come close and listen. I wouldn't like anybody else to hear what I have planned'
Lord Bloodriver gave his orders to his men; he waited back at the camp with a small contingent whilst Ryman took the majority of the forces south towards the Tyrell force. He gave orders for Ryman to message him back soon, yet he feared that this was a Blackfyre trap. If so this war would be over.

An hour passed, a day, then a week. His scouts hadn't reported anything and Lord Bloodriver had begun to fear for the worst. He sat in his tent day and night awaiting news. Then during the day he heard horns blowing, signalling the arrival of riders. A score of men rode up to his tent with a group of noble prisoners in tow. A young man drenched in blood approached him, bearing the sigil of house Piper. He bent down onto one knee 'M'lord I bring word from Lord Ryman. He has scattered the Tyrell force and laid siege to Stoney Sept. I have brought you the commander of the Tyrell army Lord Tybalt Hightower of Oldtown. A valuable prisoner indeed.'
'Indeed he is. Guards, take him into a cell for questioning, as for this Piper boy have him flayed for his incompetence in giving me this message so late; make sure the rest of these men watch. I will not have laziness in my ranks! Do I make my self clear!?'
The boy let out shrill cries as his skin was torn from his flesh, his fellow soldiers could do naught but watch. Yet Stephen had to ensure that these men feared him more than they feared his enemy. It was the only way to ensure discipline and demonstrate his authority.

Tybalt Hightower was a man broken, his eyes hollow and his muscles worn away.
'Lord Hightower, I have here orders to spare you after you had disbanded your men. Yet from my reports you were returning to Highgarden to raise another host for the false pretender. What do you have to say about it?' Fear streaked across Tybalt's face
'Please have mercy, please. I was returning my men safely back to the Reach I swear it, I swear it. I had no ill intent against the king. I was his man - always'
'His man? Where you his man when you declared for Daemon? Where you his man when your soldiers marched on King's Landing? Where you his man when you defied his orders and not disband your troops? No you were never his man! Lord Hightower you could of had everything, with loyalty comes victory and you broke your oath to your grand sire. For the crime of treason in the name of King Daeron, the second of his name. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm I hereby punish you to death! Guards take him outside and burn him, send his ashes to Highgarden as a warning to not defy the true dragon'

The training field was filled with his men. At it's centre was a great pyre standing 10 metres high. Lord Hightower was bound to the top by rope and the flamebearers stood anxiously around the great stack of wood. Stephen stepped out into the open and addressed his men.
'Men, brothers, countrymen. Before you is a traitor to our king. There can be no greater crime in humanity than treason. Without loyalty there is nothing to connect us, nothing to keep us in place. Without loyalty there is no point in living; and so it is that this man here must die, in the same way that the pretender must die for they have been disloyal and must therefore pay the price. Flambearers! Burn him!'
The wood was set alight, the flames began creeping towards Lord Hightower. The sounds of crackling sung across the training yard. They were met with the sounds of trumpets. From the western road came an entourage of men bearing the flag of the Targaryens led by a man with a crown. Lord Bloodriver knelt along with his men. It was his king.

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The man had started to scream as Daeron pulled up before the kneeling lord and his men, "Rise" Daeron said, clutching his hands together as he looked upon the pyre. "The Black knight? A fool and a traitor both I see he resisted? How fitting that he be purged by fire, fire and blood is the saying after all... He should have disbanded his men as i demanded, he should have handed over the regions and done as commanded"

Dismounting before Bloodriver he waved over a squire carrying a message, Daeron put a hand on the lords shoulder.
"The time for the riverlands to rise again, to become stronger than ever before as it takes its revenge... is drawing near."

He handed over the message and turned to watch the man burn, seemingly relaxed as he watched with a baleful stare on the one whom had opposed him like so many others. Not the first, nor the last to face the consequences of their actions.

Gulltown and Runestone have fallen before Maegar, Sunderland being cut down by Maegar himself... The Eagle will now finally be able to spread its wings and take flight!"

In the south Tyrell ignored your demands for the peace and continue to muster forces, meanwhile Corbray and I push for the stormlands. Martell forces haveing captured the Southern shores as we took up position along the border.

-Bloodraven

Bloodriver handed back the message to Daeron whom shifted his gaze from the flames.
With a smile he bundled it up and tossed it into the flames.

"We have much to do, loyal Bloodriver"
As they started walking away, the screaming slowly stopped

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