Battle at Summerhall

[Pericles of Athens]

Host of Stannis of the House Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon
+2 Survival
+1 Battle

Assembled Rebel Host
1248 Heavy Infantry
2245 Light Infantry
1995 Polearmed Infantry
1247 Archers
2248 Light Cavalry
580 Heavy Cavalry

9,563 men

Loyalist Storm Lord Host

Lord Fell
n/a
Lord Cafferen
n/a
Lord Grandison
n/a

300 Heavy Infantry
750 Light Infantry
399 Polearm Infantry
450 Archers
300 Light Cavalry
99 Heavy Cavalry

2,298 men

Stannis looked out on his forces, his elder brother had given him a strong army. Not strong enough to defeat the Dornish when they came nor as large as the forces he'd given himself and Renly, another slight to add to the pile, but it would deal with the rebels well enough.

He looked to the enemy encampment, "They thought more would come." he stated ominously, "Seems they were wrong." Lord Selmy spoke up at that, "They are hopelessly outmatched, perhaps we should offer them terms of surrender?" "No." came the Baratheon's firm voice, "My brother offered terms when he called them to arms, look before you lord Selmy." He gestured at the enemy encampment, "This was their answer. I will see to it that every man reaps what he sows, Lord Selmy."

Left: 200 Heavy Infantry, 400 Light Infantry, 400 Polearmed Infantry, 200 Archers, 2248 Light Cavalry
Center: 848 Heavy Infantry, 1445 Light Infantry, 1195 Polearmed Infantry, 847 Archers
Right: 200 Heavy Infantry, 400 Light Infantry, 400 Polearmed Infantry, 200 Archers, 580 Heavy Cavalry

[Poach]

Doing this as a single flank because of the small numbers involved. Battle calculator away!

Your troops:

1,174 H Inf
2,112 L Inf
1,877 Polearms
1,247 Archers
530 H Cav
2,053 L Cav

Total: 8,993 men

Their host is scattered, cast aside entirely. Only around 600 survived the battle.

[AussieGuy]

OOC: Sorry for the slightly late response

Harlan breathed heavily as he cleaned his sword of blood. His muscles ached. The first battle was always the hardest, he thought. He was never in the thick of the battle, but he managed to cut off a group of archers with his men, and cut them down mercilessly. Harlan looked at his sons. His oldest, Ralph, was stern faced. Even at half his age Harlan could not beat him in a duel, yet they shared the same disdain to battle. His youngest, Arrec, was happy. He was telling a story of how he killed his first man to his uncle, who was listening eagerly. "Tell the men to behave themselves, I have to speak to Stannis" he commanded to his second-in-charge.

Harlan strode to where Stannis was standing. "My lord" he spoke "You're capable commanding has won us the day, it was a slaughter, as you probably saw. Where do you march us next?"