The Army of the Southern Vale. (Incorporating the Fleet of The Vale).
This is the camp of the Southern Vale Army as designated by Lord Jon Arryn. The banners of eight Lords of The Vale fly from various poles; the Titan's Head of Baelish, The Broken Lances of Wydman, The Starfish of Ruthermont, The Castle of Redfort, The Setting Sun of Donniger, and the Solar Eclipse of Pryor represent the smaller Lords, with the Pile and Star of House Elesham and the Studs and Runes of Royce more prevalent still. At the centre of the camp is a large council tent with the sigil of House Royce on a staff in front of the entrance flap. Above the tent are two further banners, the Moon and Falcon of House Arryn and the Stag of Baratheon. The Commander of this army is Lord Yohn Royce of Runestone.
Commander: Lord Yohn Royce, High Lord of The Bay of Crabs, Lord of Runestone.
Jousting: 2 points
Duels: 2 points
Battles: 2 point
Rearguard: 2 point
Survival: 2 points (+1 for armour bonus) total: 3 points
Notable commanders: Lord Horton Redfort, Lord of Redfort Ser Jasper Redfort, Heir to Redfort Ser Albar Royce, Lord Nestor Royce's son and heir.
Scouting: 1 point
Duels: 1 point
Pillaging: 1 point Ser Samwell Stone, Lord Royce's captain-of-guards
Duels: 3 points
Survival: 2 points
Battles: 2 points
Total army size.
1,890 Heavy Infantry
2,204 Light Infantry
2,666 Polearm Infantry
3,175 Archers
1,985 Light Cavalry
846 Heavy Cavalry Total:12,766 men.
The Fleet of The Vale. Commander: Ser Andar Royce. Heir to Runestone. Flagship: Rememberence.
Duels: 1 points
Naval Battles: 2 points
Battles: 1 point
Survival: 1 point
374 Levy Ships
186 Dromonds
122 Heavy Galleys
66 Sisterton Pirate Ships
23 Grand Warships Total: 771 ships
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Lord Yohn Royce calls a council of his commanders as the sun sets and camp is broken. The army had made it's way to the Westenrmost lands of House Waynwood and was poised to re-enter the lands sworn to his own house by entering the Northern reachers of Redfort territory. It was Lord Redfort that he now awaited as his other commanders and the other Lord were no present.
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Sure enough, Lord Horton soon joined his fellow lords and commanders in the pavilion. He was clad in a simple coat-of-plates armour, brown as his hair, a white half-cloak with the red castle of his house fastened to his shoulder by a silver pin, shaped in the likeness of a hawk's head. Horton bore a solemn expression on his face and a grim outlook in his grey eyes. He was marching and leading his men to war, a just war, aye, but war nonetheless. Creighton and Domeric he had left under Lord Jon's care, but he had taken Jasper with him. It would do no good to leave the boy out of his sight - knight or no knight, he was still an impulsive brat prone to harsh and tactless actions... and he was his eldest son and heir, there was still time to carve him into a worthy Lord of the Redfort, Horton was sure of it, Edmure's opinion be damned. This same Edmure who he had appointed the castellan of the Redfort, to rule his lands in his absence. His was an old house, the Hawkwoods, true and loyal servants to the Redforts for millennia. A quiet man, honourable, always with good counsel, Horton mused, but too stern on the boy. Jasper had his peculiarities, beyond a doubt, but he was just a boy and half of them were only mad rumours. As if his son, his heir, would ever rape a milkmaid of the Red Valley...
Horton shook his head and shooed those thoughts away. Rumours, he decided, foul rumours to discredit my house, but this was not the time to think of them. This was war and he wouldn't allow himself to be distracted by only foul rumours. "Yohn!" he gruffly called his liege lord and friend, walking up to him. "No trouble in the march so far. I sent Jasper with twenty riders to scout ahead, he knows his lands well enough."
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"Aye, that he does." Yohn agreed, gesturing to a seat at the map table. "Thank you for joining us Horton. My Lords, it is time we discussed what we are about." Bronze Yohn began, briskly. "We are currently on our way to Ruthermont. Eddison?" Royce said, gesturing for the youthful Lord Ruthermont to speak.
"My Lords, I have had my builders working night and day to expand our harbours and a runner from Ser Andar reports the preparations are complete. My smallfolk and House has prepared ample welcome for you all. Good, hot food before we leave The Vale."
"Thank you Eddison." Yohn says. "As you have heard, my son Andar has command of the fleet and is already anchored with a significant portion of the fleets of The Vale. We will likely arrive at Ruthermont and camp there for a full month whilst we wait for the last of the naval levies to assemble." He gestures at the map.
"Once it has done, Andar will begin to ferry us across to the Northern tip of Crackclaw Point. Horton, you, Lord Donniger, Lord Pryor, Lord Wydman and Lord Baelish and my nephew Albar," He gestures the towards a young knight with a strawberry birthmark creeping up the right side of his face and neck. "Will lead the first army ashore. You will have all the light infantry, all the light cavalry, and all the archers as well as 346 heavy cavalry. Your orders are to advance on Brownhollow and either lay it under siege or obtain its surrender. Surrender is preferable Horton, so make a concerted effort. Whilst you are doing this Andar will be running back towards Ruthermont to collect me and the rest rest of the army. We will join you at Brownhollow as soon as we are able. Any questions, My Lords?"
"None, My Lord." Ser Albar Royce replies in a deep mellifluous voice.
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"Crackclaw Point, Yohn?" Horton asked, his eyebrows contorted in a frown. "Aye, an easy picking for our men, no doubt, but is it worth it? This is a land of marshes and plague infested bogs, of thick forests of pine and of proud, fierce people. Their lords were proud enough not to bend the knee to the dragons when they first came to unleash their fire on our peoples, they demanded that Visenya came to them in person. They won't surrender, Yohn, and the march won't be easy. In the end, all we will gain are some old tattered banners, noblemen of no importance and the ruins that they call a castle."
The Lord of the Redfort pointed at the map, to the south. "Cracklaw isn't the way to go. The waters and winds of the Bay of Crabs are too treacherous, even in spring, and the prize is too shallow. Rook's Rest, though," he pushed a miniature of a horseman carrying the red castle in his banner to the aforementioned keep. "Seat of House Staunton. Old, powerful lords. Aegon the Kinslayer and The Queen Who Never Was battled over that keep in the Dance of Dragons, and Lord Staunton is a far greater prize than any Brune of Brownhollow. Give me your leave, my lord friend, and I will bring you Rook's Rest and all the riches and glories within it, as well as a stout keep and an advanced outpost to strike at King's Landing, block the bay and isolate the Cracklaw lords from Rhaegar's host," Lord Horton stated triumphantly, toppling the Staunton miniature with his own piece in the grand chess.
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"I don't disagree with you Horton, but Brownhollow and Dyre Den are what Jon wants, and they are what we will give to him." Yohn replies to his old friend. "I believe he wants the Crackclaw Lords removed entirely from the fight, it make sense I suppose. After all, they would give the Royalists a dagger to our throats. No, we take Brownhollow and Dyre Den, before moving West towards Staunton lands. As you say, it'll be a hard march and a hard fight, the Crackclaw men don't break easily. But if we do our jobs then we will bring them to heel. See to my it My Lords." Yohn finishes in dismissal. "Horton, a word if you will." He calls out to his old friend as the other Lords leave.
OOC: I'm going to push on with Brownhollow as the time has passed us by.
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"Horton, I don't know if you have spoken to Jon yet but he asked me to give you this if I saw you first." Yohn says briskly, once the tent is empty.
He hands over a deed, written in Jon's own hand, naming Ser Jasper Redfort Knight of The Bloody Gate. "It'll do the boy some good perhaps?" He says with a smile.
The Army of the Southern Vale. (Incorporating the Fleet of The Vale).
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