Growing Strong

[Celsius]

Upon the news that Robert Baratheon, along with his friends in the North and the Vale, mobilizes and prepares for war against his King, Lord Luthor Tyrell does not hesitate to send out the ravens. Dozens fly from the tower in Highgarden carrying a message of mobilization in the Reach, and the ordering of all Lords to raise their banners and prepare for war against this rebellion.

Lord Tyrell sends a special message to the more powerful Lords of the Reach, ordering them to the Highgarden at once: Lords Hightower, Redwyne, Rowan, and Tarly.

Reach Land Strength
Tyrell: 83,200
Rowan: 16,250
Hightower: 15,900
Florent: 7,900
Redwyne: 5,150

[Honors Bastion]

Upon learning of the troubling events that have transpired in the Northern lands of Westeros, Lord Alesander Hightower answers the call of his Lord Paramount and rides northwards with a small escort of 20 Hightower Knights, leaving his brother and eldest son to coordinate the mustering of the Hightower military forces. After a a very quick and hard week-long ride up the Rose Road up to Highgarden, Lord Alesander Hightower arrives before the city of Roses. After a quick break to rest his aching body, Lord Hightower arrives into meeting room, ready to begin discussing the first movements of this new, pivotal war.

[Xion]

Ossifer, the Maester of the Arbor sits in his tower reading a book when the tapping and cawing of a raven attracts his attention. Untying the letter from the raven and reading it, he hoarsely shouts for his assistant and shoves the letter into his hands before telling him to run to the lady's quarters and inform her to which the younger maester does. The elderly man returns to his reading while thinking of what may come. "Another house to fall victim to that lunatic's rage, or shall all those wronged by him be avenged by this stag?"

The apprentice, after being questioned by the two knights on duty, rushes into the Lady's room, out of breath. "Hm? I do not recall sending for Ossifer's aide..do you, brother?" the lady turns to the man sitting across from her at a table, who shakes his head. "No. But..surely it must be of importance to interrupt our discussion." "Fiinne..hand me the letter, boy." the apprentice quickly hands Rohanne the letter to which she skims it and then sighs. "Well, what is it?" "War. Tyrell has ordered all the Reach to raise their banners to defend the crown against a rebellion apparently led by the Baratheons. We also are to go to Highgarden for a meeting." "Does that mean we may have to see..?" Rohanne sighs. Their father's sister Olenna was known for even insulting her family if they displeased her, as the two Redwynes have done in the past. "Unfortunately. Podrick.." she gets up and goes over to a desk, writing two hastily written letters addressing her two vassals, then hands them to Podrick. "Take those to Ossifer and have him send them to Goldwyne and Lowther. Lucifer..we shall go to Highgarden while Ser Goldwyne assembles the fleet and levy to be prepared for our return." "Of course, sister.." he states, with some insincerity. He leaves the room while Rohanne grabs her goblet of wine and quickly finishes it before heading off to find Ser Goldwyne and prepare for the journey to Highgarden..
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The Redwyne banners would be one of the last ones to arrive at Highgarden, having sailed into Oldtown before taking the road to Highgarden, arriving some time after the Hightowers and Shield Islanders. "Even Florent is here, surprising." Rohanne notes as a Tyrell knight leads them through Highgarden, which is in a state of increased military activity like most of the realm must be to the Tyrell's castle at the top of the city. "What if we're late?" "Then try not to look incompetent, it'll humiliate us both." "Same to you, sister." The two look at each other for a moment before entering the room where the meeting is being held and take seats near Lord Hightower after bowing to Lord Tyrell.

[Celsius]

ooc; I'll get started

Luthor stood away from the table near a window. The sun was shining, a swift breeze in the air bring in the scent of sweets from the market not far. The sound of steel being struck and forged, and soldiers moving down below with their commands speaking loudly. Luthor did not want shouting in his streets. Shouting made people nervous. As far as he was concerned, Highgarden was not at war. Highgarden is just a catalyst in which to secure the protection of the Tyrells, their allies, and the Reach. He spoke, still facing the courtyard below
"Robert Baratheon has taken arms against his King. Our King......."
He then turned and began the walk to sit down in the large oak table that the fellow Lords surrounded
"We are not turncoats. We are not rebels. We swore our oaths, and I will not tolerate oath breakers in these lands."
He finally took his seat
"His Majesty has seen fit to execute Lord Rickard Stark of the North and his son Brandon for plotting against our Prince Rhaegar. Baratheon apparently has some sort of spurn for justice and wishes to plunge this entire realm into war over 2 men and a girl. A fickle reason for a war......."
He looked at each of the Lords present
"I take it that you are all mobilizing your forces?"

[Xion]

Lucifer and Rohanne nod. "Of course, my lord. The Redwynes shall uphold our oaths to Highgarden. The Redwyne Armada is being prepared for war footing as we speak along with the raising of our vassal's fleets. The levies of Redwyne, Goldwyne, and Lowther are being mustered to serve as marines for the fleet." Lucifer nods at his sister's statement. "Indeed, the Redwyne forces will be accounted for in this war..and I agree my lord, this is a rather poor reason to send thousands to their deaths..I presume Stark is probably marching with Baratheon?"

[Celsius]

"The young stark boy. Brandon? No, Eddard. He will march with his friend. As well that traitor in the mountains Jon Arryn. I also believe Tully to swing to their side as well. Despicable to lot of them."
He pondered
"Redwyne, you will control our navy. I want Baratheons fleet destroyed if it still remains afloat, and I want King Landing guarded from the Sea. I leave it to you to figure out the details. Your aunt was clear when she said that the Redwynes should control the seas for House Tyrell, and I shall heed her advice."

"To everyone else, we will converge here in Highgarden and I will separate command as I see fit. Bareathon is only a stones throw away, and we will not let him get out of those rocks he calls a home. Am I clear?"

[Xion]

"I thought his name was Baynard or something like that, not Eddard. So essentially the entire northern part of the realm is in revolt. Surprised the squids are not trying something like declaring their own King." Lucifer states.

Rohanne nods. "Of course, my lord. The fleet will have to destroy the Baratheon one to safely pass to King's Landing and upon arrival, I am certain between the Master of Ships and our captains, can formulate a effective defense of the Blackwater." She pauses for a moment. "However, my brother does raise a good point..the Ironborn are a unknown and likely to do something..so some of our fleet should be left as a defensive measure unless you wish our full might to be brought to bear against the Baratheon fleet along with perhaps the Dornish fleet?" "Sand devils."Lucifer remarks in disgust at the mentioning of the Dornish.

[Celsius]

"His name matters not. He is a traitor and he will be dealt a traitors death."
Luthor nodded
"Leave some of the ships from the Shields in case those Ironborn try anything then. Those salt blooded heathens can die in the Sea if they so wish to attack the Reach."

Luthor made a sharp look at Lucifer
"This war requires those Sand Devils. If I hear of that speak outside of this room, I will have your tongue cut out."
He then returned to the matter at hand
"I will send a raven to the capital as soon as we are concluded here. Perhaps the King, or the Prince, has some plan that we may be required to aid with."

[Xion]

Lucifer and Rohanne nod. "Of course. Perhaps half the Shields fleet could remain, a total of...one hundred and forty ships I believe to defend the Northern coast while one of the Arbor's vassals could defend the Redwyne Straits and the Whispering Sound. That would allow us to not only defend againstraiders but intercept any of the Riverlands or North's ships in the western oceans."

Rohanne then sighs. "...and here I told him not to do something like this." Lucifer simply nods while staring back at his uncle, then over at Lord Oakheart as if waiting for another Dornish-related quip from him while Rohanne has a servant pour her another glass of Arbor Red, having finished the first one after her brother's remark.

[Celsius]

Lucifer and Rohanne nod. "Of course. Perhaps half the Shields fleet could remain, a total of...one hundred and forty ships I believe to defend the Northern coast while one of the Arbor's vassals could defend the Redwyne Straits and the Whispering Sound. That would allow us to not only defend againstraiders but intercept any of the Riverlands or North's ships in the western oceans."

Rohanne then sighs. "...and here I told him not to do something like this." Lucifer simply nods while staring back at his uncle, then over at Lord Oakheart as if waiting for another Dornish-related quip from him while Rohanne has a servant pour her another glass of Arbor Red, having finished the first one after her brother's remark.

Lady Redwyne looks at a map of the Reach and places three figures on it, one in Highgarden, one in the Redwyne Straits, and the last in the Shields. "As it would appear Highgarden is serving as the rally point for the banners of the Reach, my own excluded to serve as marines on the fleet, perhaps the Redwyne Straits could serve as the rallying point for the offensive portion of the fleet while the defensive rallies in the Shields? It would mitigate the amount of travel required for our fleet to engage the Stormlander fleet and any other rebel naval forces. If Lord Tyrell wishes, the fleet probably could ferry several thousand Reachmen directly to the capital to reinforce the defense there. Of course this would probably delay the fleet's movement by some time that may allow the rebels the unlikelychance to establish naval superiority should they defeat the Dornish and Royal fleets."

"The Stormlands will be where we fight this war, though if the capital falls we lose this war. How many men do you think you would be bale to get inside King's Landing?"

OOC: on tapatalk so please bear with me on the layout.

IC:
Beast frothing and man sweating, Thaddeus Rowan clattered in to the castle's courtyard wearing a stained tunic. On his heels were thirty similarly lightly dressed men.

"I am lord Garlan Rowan's son," the man declared to the guardsmen who made their way over to him. "Lord Tyrell is expecting me."

Nodding, the four guardsmen turned and escorted Thaddeus towards the main tower. Noticing the Hightower and Redwyne men, the Rowan cursed softly to himself.
I am always late.

Upon entering, Thaddeus paused, partly to bow to his liege, and partly to catch his breath. It had been a hard ride.

"Apologies, my lord. However I wish you to know that the levies of my father are mustering as we speak."

"Thank you, Ser Thaddeus. Your father will be needed later on for a command. Though for now, you will do."

"The Hightower forces are being mustered as we speak Lord Tyrell. Except for a small garrison of 1,000 men left behind to supplement the men of Oldtown City Watch, the remaining Hightower forces numbering over eight men are now preparing to march northwards to join the Reach's forces in crushing this rebellion." said Lord Alesander Hightower. "With over three thousand of my men, both City Watchmen and men of my levies, left behind to defend our southern sector Lord Tyrell, the Ironborn would be foolish to raid such a well protected area."

"It is not Old Town that I am concerned with as I am with Old Oak. The Shields are closer to those sea riders, though I mean to leave a garrison there as well. Your duty to protect Old Town is paramount, and you securing its protection saves me a great deal."

[Xion]

"The Stormlands will be where we fight this war, though if the capital falls we lose this war. How many men do you think you would be bale to get inside King's Landing?"

Lady Redwyne pauses to think for a moment. "At the least ten thousand with my fleet alone, probably several times that with the bulk of our ships."

[Celsius]

Lady Redwyne pauses to think for a moment. "At the least ten thousand with my fleet alone, probably several times that with the bulk of our ships."

"If I release 10,000 men to you, they will not be the best. They will be light infantry, fit for walls and not much else. How long will it take this entire naval endeavor to reach the King's Landing?"

[Iron Aquilifer]

OOC: on tapatalk so please bear with me on the layout.

IC:
Beast frothing and man sweating, Thaddeus Rowan clattered in to the castle's courtyard wearing a stained tunic. On his heels were thirty similarly lightly dressed men.

"I am lord Garlan Rowan's son," the man declared to the guardsmen who made their way over to him. "Lord Tyrell is expecting me."

Nodding, the four guardsmen turned and escorted Thaddeus towards the main tower. Noticing the Hightower and Redwyne men, the Rowan cursed softly to himself.
I am always late.

Upon entering, Thaddeus paused, partly to bow to his liege, and partly to catch his breath. It had been a hard ride.

"Apologies, my lord. However I wish you to know that the levies of my father are mustering as we speak."

[Honors Bastion]

"The Hightower forces are being mustered as we speak Lord Tyrell. Except for a small garrison of 1,000 men left behind to supplement the men of Oldtown City Watch, the remaining Hightower forces numbering over eight men are now preparing to march northwards to join the Reach's forces in crushing this rebellion." said Lord Alesander Hightower. "With over three thousand of my men, both City Watchmen and men of my levies, left behind to defend our southern sector Lord Tyrell, the Ironborn would be foolish to raid such a well protected area."

[Xion]

Lady Redwyne looks at a map of the Reach and places three figures on it, one in Highgarden, one in the Redwyne Straits, and the last in the Shields. "As it would appear Highgarden is serving as the rally point for the banners of the Reach, my own excluded to serve as marines on the fleet, perhaps the Redwyne Straits could serve as the rallying point for the offensive portion of the fleet while the defensive rallies in the Shields? It would mitigate the amount of travel required for our fleet to engage the Stormlander fleet and any other rebel naval forces. If Lord Tyrell wishes, the fleet probably could ferry several thousand Reachmen directly to the capital to reinforce the defense there. Of course this would probably delay the fleet's movement by some time that may allow the rebels the unlikelychance to establish naval superiority should they defeat the Dornish and Royal fleets."

[Celsius]

"Fine. I release 10,000 men from the Light Infantry to board your ships. They are yours now, do not let them drown in the seas, my Lady...."

[Rownage]

"House Florent stands by your side my lords, where are our noble knights needed?"

[Honors Bastion]

"Shall the Hightower ships join the Redwyne Fleet Lord Tyrell? An additional 350 ships would certainly be a needed escort to King's Landing." inquired Lord Hightower. "And what of our army my Lord? Where shall we be heading?"

[Iron Aquilifer]

Garlan the Gilded rides ahead of his host, met before the vast camp surrounding Highgarden by none other than his own son.

"A grand sight," Garlan declared to his bannermen. "Though I always wish that the reason was something better."

"Rebellion is a disease that must be destroyed root and stem," answered Quenton Durwell, leading the party of bannermen who followed Lord Rowan closely.

"Look before you, lord Quenton," Garlan said with a smile. "There will be no chance of the rebellion succeeding, half the realm or not."

Before the man could offer a suitable rebuke, Garlan urged his horse forward, calling on the nobles to follow him.

OOC:
Levies:
1955 Heavy Infantry
3989 Light Infantry
2066 Polearm Infantry
2213 Archers
1955 Light Cavalry
291 Heavy Cavalry

[Celsius]

House Tyrell disperses it's command as follows

Lord Luthor Tyrell
4,000 Light Infatry
3,000 Archers
3,000 Heavy Infantry
2,000 Haavy Cavalry
1,000 Light Calvary

Ser Mace Tyrell
3,500 Light Infantry
3,000 Heavy Infatry
2,300 Polearms
2,000 Heavy Cavalry
1,050 Archers

Ser Garth Tyrell
4,000 Light Cavalry
3,500 Archers
3,500 Light Infantry
3,000 Heavy Infantry
1,000 Heavy Infantry