Lord Harroway's Town: A Siege

[Velasco]

At Riverrun a grand force had been amassed, the proud men of the Riverlands with the exception of only a few treacherous Lordlings who hoped to profit by adhering to the mad Targs - men such as Darry, Mooton and Ryger. Dividing this great host into four separate forces, Lord Hoster assumed command of the very finest knights his banners had to offer and raced north- and then south-eastward, along the road east toward Lord Harroway's Town.

With a force of almost 10,000 knights on horseback, he encircled the town and laid siege to it. While the knights could perhaps not wreak as much damage to the walls as one would hope, they could ​prevent anyone from getting in or out alive, thus starving the place into submission.

FORCE:
Commander: Hoster Tully (+ 2 Battles, + 2 Charisma, +2 Wealth, +1 Logistician, +3 Survival, +1 Jousting)
7.000 Light Cavalry
2.939 Heavy Cavalry

[Poach]

Trumpet blasts from the rear of Hoster Tully's forces raised alarms and caused the Rebel Riverlords to hastily form a battle line, fearful that an enemy force may have somehow crossed the Trident. Riders soon confirmed the force to be of the North, causing the camp to be stood down.

Riders came forwards from the advancing host with white flags, seeking parlay.

[OOC: Ponti and Pericles are the two players in the advance host, so they can take this forwards.]

Lord Harroway's Town has 102 defenders:

13 H Inf
34 L Inf
18 Polearms
20 Archers
13 L Cav
4 H Cav

[Velasco]

OOC: Who is seeking parlay? The Lord Harroway's Town garrison, or the northern army?

[Poach]

[OOC: Northern Army, of Ponti and Pericles. Just need one of them to RP with you, but you can start if you want. You know they're Northmen.]

[Axis Sunsoar]

A man stands on the walls of the town, looking nervous. He calls out in a shaky voice "Who is it that approaches the holdings of Lord Darry?"
He sounds to be stalling for time while he thinks of more words, for it is obvious exactly who has the town surrounded.

[Velasco]

A man stands on the walls of the town, looking nervous. He calls out in a shaky voice "Who is it that approaches the holdings of Lord Darry?"
He sounds to be stalling for time while he thinks of more words, for it is obvious exactly who has the town surrounded.

"Lod Hoster Tully! What is your name, lad?"

[Poach]

Behind Hoster Tully, a herald stood with the Stark banner.

[Axis Sunsoar]

"I- I'm. M'name's Gerold M'lord Hoster"

[Velasco]

"I- I'm. M'name's Gerold M'lord Hoster"

"Gerold of which House?"

[Axis Sunsoar]

"No house my lord, just a guardsman of the town."

[Velasco]

"No house my lord, just a guardsman of the town."

"Throw open the gates Gerold, and your life will be spared, yours and your family's."

[Pericles of Athens]

Trumpet blasts from the rear of Hoster Tully's forces raised alarms and caused the Rebel Riverlords to hastily form a battle line, fearful that an enemy force may have somehow crossed the Trident. Riders soon confirmed the force to be of the North, causing the camp to be stood down.

Riders came forwards from the advancing host with white flags, seeking parlay.

[OOC: Ponti and Pericles are the two players in the advance host, so they can take this forwards.]

The riders that came forth carried many banners, but at the forefront of them was the Merman of Manderly, fluttering proudly in the breeze. The clamor of many hooves thundering along grew ever louder the closer they drew toward the Tully lines. If their banners hadn't already shown them for Northmen their appearance would have, all were large, imposing, and cloaked in heavy furs, the man at the head of the procession was so large he made the horses look small in comparison, with thick, dark red hair sprouting from his face and head. "Where's this head trout I've been hearing about!" The Greatjon bellowed once close enough to the Tully lines.

[Velasco]

The riders that came forth carried many banners, but at the forefront of them was the Merman of Manderly, fluttering proudly in the breeze. The clamor of many hooves thundering along grew ever louder the closer they drew toward the Tully lines. If their banners hadn't already shown them for Northmen their appearance would have, all were large, imposing, and cloaked in heavy furs, the man at the head of the procession was so large he made the horses look small in comparison, with thick, dark red hair sprouting from his face and head. "Where's this head trout I've been hearing about!" The Greatjon bellowed once close enough to the Tully lines.

The Tully banners variously cocked eyebrows or sighed at the wild Northman's try-hard attempt at imposing himself. "Is it Lord Hoster you seek, North-man?"

[Pericles of Athens]

The Greatjon nodded, "Aye, he be the one I seek." he came down from the horse and his fellow Northmen followed his example, "Will I be going to him, or will he be coming to me?"

[Velasco]

The Greatjon nodded, "Aye, he be the one I seek." he came down from the horse and his fellow Northmen followed his example, "Will I be going to him, or will he be coming to me?"

The Tully banners exchanged looks. "Follow us Lord Manderly." They lead him to the front of the lines, where Lord Hoster Tully jumped down from his horse to greet him.

[Axis Sunsoar]

Gerold looks frightened but resolute, then after a moment, seems to crack

"If I open the gates for you, my lords, will you promise not to harm the people of the town or damage their possesions?"

[Velasco]

Gerold looks frightened but resolute, then after a moment, seems to crack

"If I open the gates for you, my lords, will you promise not to harm the people of the town or damage their possesions?"

"I do solemnly pledge to do as you say, if the gates be opened to me today."

The Greatjon let loose his booming laughter, "My brother's the lord, not me. I just lead the armies in his place." He followed them slowly, but his long strides allowed him to keep pace with the smaller Rivermen. "Lord Hoster," he stated gruffly, "The vanguard of the North has arrived, Lord Stark shan't be too far behind."

Hoster smiled, giving his hand for the man to shake. "You are the one they call Greatjon, no doubt." He nodded. "I am glad to hear it. You have heard of my men's early successes at Willow Wood, Godsbrook and Chyttering Brook? I pray the whole war will be so easily fought."

[Pericles of Athens]

The Greatjon let loose his booming laughter, "My brother's the lord, not me. I just lead the armies in his place." He followed them slowly, but his long strides allowed him to keep pace with the smaller Rivermen. "Lord Hoster," he stated gruffly, "The vanguard of the North has arrived, Lord Stark shan't be too far behind."

[Pericles of Athens]

He took Hoster's hand in turn, the Greatjon's hands were large and rough, and his grip was as firm as cold iron. He laughed, "We'll shove our swords so far up Rhaegar's bunghole that the loyalist will be pissing red for the next decade! Then its off to the Red Keep to free Lyanna and get justice for Desmond and Kennet."

[Axis Sunsoar]

Slowly the gates of Lord Harroway's town swing open, admitting the leaders of the besieging party.