Ser Denys' raids

[Oznerol]

Ser Denys and his light host arrived to Maidenpool, they are now ready to siege it and sack the land. However, as was custom, Ser Denys sends messengers to Maidenpool, offering a chance of surrender in good terms; belongings, lands and subjects would be left unharmed. If not the land will be ransacked, put to the torch and Maidenpool spoiled of its riches.

SER DENYS ARMY:
5,000 Light Infantry
2,000 Polearm Infantry
2,000 Archers
3,000 Light Cavalry

Total: 12,000

[MikauZora]

"My lord" Marwyn Baelish shouts as he approaches you "I hear our family in the west fares well, I would like to point out that should you desire to resolve this raid with a duel I will happily stand for you. I can shove my spear through the enemy without you needing to put your life at risk."

[Alexandrine]

The gate's of Maidenpool slowly open and a very small party of riders come out of the Fool's Gate. There are only three riders. Two of them, carry banners in the wind. Waving in the wind is the banner of house Mooton. A red salmon on white, with a gold tressure around it. The front rider is a middle aged. He is obviously well-fed and while his cloths are dark and demur, they are made of fine cloth. His beard is well trimmed and his hair shows signs of grey in it. He rides a brown mare. Many courtiers could know him as the lord of Maidenpool himself, Lord Rayman of house Mooton.

Roughly in the middle between the town and the army before its gates, the riders stop. Lord Rayman waits silent for the other party to speak firstly.

[Oznerol]

The gate's of Maidenpool slowly open and a very small party of riders come out of the Fool's Gate. There are only three riders. Two of them, carry banners in the wind. Waving in the wind is the banner of house Mooton. A red salmon on white, with a gold tressure around it. The front rider is a middle aged. He is obviously well-fed and while his cloths are dark and demur, they are made of fine cloth. His beard is well trimmed and his hair shows signs of grey in it. He rides a brown mare. Many courtiers could know him as the lord of Maidenpool himself, Lord Rayman of house Mooton.

Roughly in the middle between the town and the army before its gates, the riders stop. Lord Rayman waits silent for the other party to speak firstly.

Ser Denys, handsome, fair haired and smiling receives them in his great barded stallion, with the combined heraldry of Arryn and Waynwood. Broad chested and wearing good plate and mail. His helmet removed to show his fair locks, falling almost to his shoulders. He is escorted by his sworn swords, Ser Lyn (who holds Baratheon's banner) and Ser Lyonel Corbray (who holds the Arryn's banner) and Merwyn Baelish.

"Lord Rayman of Maidenpool, your city is surrounded, few hours away lay a greater army, led by my cousin Lord Jon Arryn who negotiates the surrender of Darry, and the host of Lord Tully is soon to arrive. The fall of your city is secured. But you shall choose the way this will end. If you surrender your life, belongings and family will be pardoned, your levies will have to disband, but they will be left unharmed. Such the riches and subjects of Maidenpool will survive scattered. It would be a shame to burn the place where Jonquil bathed with her sisters, doesn't it? Why to fight for a Mad King?"

More smiles.

[Alexandrine]

Rayman saw this smiling man, and was this a magnificent court, where he had to play the diplomat or merchant, he would have been enchanted by this man. A cousin to lord Arryn supposedly. But this was no game, this was his town, his home surrounded by the enemy. Rayman could not force a smile upon his lips. Because he knew he was not the one in power, at this very moment.

"It would be a shame indeed if your men let this old and prosperous place be burnt to the ground. A great misdeed in the eyes of the Gods. Why fight for the king you ask? Well, I am sure your cousin has told you once that it is treason to go against your king. It is a knightly and lordly duty to defend your king at all times. That includes him being mad, good ser."

[Oznerol]

Rayman saw this smiling man, and was this a magnificent court, where he had to play the diplomat or merchant, he would have been enchanted by this man. A cousin to lord Arryn supposedly. But this was no game, this was his town, his home surrounded by the enemy. Rayman could not force a smile upon his lips. Because he knew he was not the one in power, at this very moment.

"It would be a shame indeed if your men let this old and prosperous place be burnt to the ground. A great misdeed in the eyes of the Gods. Why fight for the king you ask? Well, I am sure your cousin has told you once that it is treason to go against your king. It is a knightly and lordly duty to defend your king at all times. That includes him being mad, good ser."

His smiles vanishes. He has a baritone and fair voice.

"The King killed Elbert Arryn my kinsman, burned alive. The King killed Lord Stark and his son, burned alive. The King killed many, and has killed many, he has no mercy, no remorse no regret. Your bonds of fealty are broken if the king is a tyrant. You should not defend someone who doesn't defend his realm from being torn apart by war and destruction. Do us a favor, Lord Rayman Mooton of Maidenpool, don't die for a Mad King. If I have to, I will burn to the ground Maidenpool, don't force me to do so, my Lord. Accept my fair terms, and raise the stag of Baratheon in your walls and your lands will remain untouched"

He smiles kindly and approaches Lord Mooton offering him his hand, covered in steel and leather.

[Alexandrine]

"My pardon, I offer you my condolences for your kinsman. His death was a wrong and ill deed done indeed. But let me ask you, have you any children yourself? I have three of my own. Two of them are currently in the Red Keep and the closest to the Mad King is my only daughter. A maid of four-and-ten. A maid for Her Grace the Queen. What do you think will happen to her when the king hears of her fathers betrayal? We have heard the wicked stories of what Aerys does to his enemies. Just imagine what he can do to a high-born maid. And you ask me to go against her safety?"

[Oznerol]

"My pardon, I offer you my condolences for your kinsman. His death was a wrong and ill deed done indeed. But let me ask you, have you any children yourself? I have three of my own. Two of them are currently in the Red Keep and the closest to the Mad King is my only daughter. A maid of four-and-ten. A maid for Her Grace the Queen. What do you think will happen to her when the king hears of her fathers betrayal? We have heard the wicked stories of what Aerys does to his enemies. Just imagine what he can do to a high-born maid. And you ask me to go against her safety?"

He leans forward, so only the Lord would heard him

"I can't, kin is stronger than reason, I'm afraid. I may offer you a chance. Lets fight a trial by combat, here for the dominion over the city. I will spare you live and you'll be taken prisoner, you would have fought for your city, and defeated, I will take possession of the castle, and your levies will be disbanded. I will take the riches from your keep, as it was plundered, to add more plausibility to our little story. No harm could fall on your head: your house sacked and yourself taken as prisoner, what else could have you done? After the war your belongings will return, undiminished, to your house, I swear. Your honor will remain untouched"

[Alexandrine]

"And what if I win the duel? What if the Gods grand me their blessings?"

[Oznerol]

"And what if I win the duel? What if the Gods grand me their blessings?"

He smiles.

"The siege would end"

[Alexandrine]

"You are a true knight, ser Denys. I accept this duel." He shook the extended hand of Denys Arryn. "Who is the man I will fight?"

[MikauZora]

Marwyn Baelish steps forward "Allow me to fight this man for you my lord. I have fought many men in single combat, my spear shall be true."

[Oznerol]

"You are a true knight, ser Denys. I accept this duel." He shook the extended hand of Denys Arryn. "Who is the man I will fight?"

Marwyn Baelish steps forward "Allow me to fight this man for you my lord. I have fought many men in single combat, my spear shall be true."

Ser Denys smiles.

"I'm sorry Baelish, but I can handle this alone, my honor, and his honor demands that I must fight this duel myself. Do not worry Baelish, there are still seven Kingsguard who you can kill at your disposal. But this is my fight"

Ser Denys unsheathes his sword and grabs his shield, green and blue, a broken wheel, a crescent and a falcon

"Shall Gods decide, Lord Rayman"

ooc: Traits. He has also the following armor parts; a helmet, a chestplate and a iron shield.
+1 Jousting: Denys is a good jouster, and a magnificent rider.
+3 Duel: Without doubt Denys is considered a good swordsman, able to hold his ground against almost any foe. He was trained and squired for Lord Cobray.
+2 Survival: Healthy and in his prime, however he hasn’t proved to be entirely resilient to illness, nor has the legendary robust frame of LORD JON ARRYN.
+1 Charisma: Young, handsome and brimming with courtesy.
+1 Battle: He knows quite a few things about war but is still untested, green as summer.
+1 Scout: A great rider he is able to recognize the terrain swiftly.

[MikauZora]

Ser Denys smiles.

"I'm sorry Baelish, but I can handle this alone, my honor, and his honor demands that I must fight this duel myself. Do not worry Baelish, there are still seven Kingsguard who you can kill at your disposal. But this is my fight"

Ser Denys unsheathes his sword and grabs his shield, green and blue, a broken wheel, a crescent and a falcon

"Shall Gods decide, Lord Rayman"

ooc: Traits. He has also the following armor parts; a helmet, a chestplate and a iron shield.
+1 Jousting: Denys is a good jouster, and a magnificent rider.
+3 Duel: Without doubt Denys is considered a good swordsman, able to hold his ground against almost any foe. He was trained and squired for Lord Cobray.
+2 Survival: Healthy and in his prime, however he hasn’t proved to be entirely resilient to illness, nor has the legendary robust frame of LORD JON ARRYN.
+1 Charisma: Young, handsome and brimming with courtesy.
+1 Battle: He knows quite a few things about war but is still untested, green as summer.
+1 Scout: A great rider he is able to recognize the terrain swiftly.

"It is not for glory that I would do this fight for you but for duty. The Lord Jon asked me to keep you safe from harm and that is what I intend to do. You are a free man however and you can make your own decisions, but please stay safe."

[Oznerol]

"It is not for glory that I would do this fight for you but for duty. The Lord Jon asked me to keep you safe from harm and that is what I intend to do. You are a free man however and you can make your own decisions, but please stay safe."

"Don't worry for me Baelish, I'll be fine. You forgot I'm one of the best swordsmen in the Vale"

[Honors Bastion]

OOC: I'm waiting for traits for Alex's characters and then I will roll the duel.

[Oznerol]

ooc: I'll post it as Alex is offline:

Lord Rayman Mooton (12):
+3 Wealth
+3 Charisma
+2 Assassin
+2 Spymaster
+1 Battle
+1 Logistician
+1 Capture
+1 survival

[Honors Bastion]

Duel between Ser Denys Arryn and Lord Raymund Mooton.

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[(16 - 6)/2] + 3 - 0 = 8 damage to Mooton
Counterattack: Rolled a 7, yes. Rolled a 5, 4 damage to Arryn

Arryn HP: 16
Mooton HP: 12

[(17 - 2)/2] + 0 - 3 = 5 damage to Arryn
Counterattack: Rolled a 20, no.

Arryn HP: 11
Mooton HP: 12

[(12 - 8)/2] +0 - 3 = 1 damage to Arryn
Counterattack: Rolled a 6, yes. Rolled an 8, 1 damage to Mooton

Arryn HP: 10
Mooton HP: 11

[(16 - 14)/2] + 0 - 3 = 1 (minimum) damage to Arryn
Counterattack: Rolled a 15, no.

Arryn HP: 9
Mooton HP: 11

[(11 - 10)/2] + 3 - 0 = 3 damage to Mooton
Counterattack: Rolled a 3, yes. Rolled a 4, 1 damage to Arryn

Arryn HP: 8
Mooton HP: 9

[(20 - 14)/2] +3 - 0 = 6 damage to Mooton
Counterattack: Rolled a 6, yes. Rolled a 3, 2 damage to Arryn

Arryn HP: 6
Mooton HP: 3

[(18 - 2)/2] + 0 - 3 = 5 damage to Arryn
Counterattack: Rolled a 2, yes. Rolled a 7, 3 damage to Mooton

Arryn HP: 1
Mooton HP: 0

Ser Denys Arryn barely wins the duel after seven rounds.

[Oznerol]

ooc: I must be the most unlucky player ever.

Ser Denys started the duel with confidence, he was a fine swordsman, one of the finest in the Vale, young and nimble, not as the Mooton. However his confidence was soon almost crushed. Even if he though the Mooton would be an easy prey, after his first blow, Denys's shield received a crushing hit; Mooton had counterttacked. Soon Denys found that the old lord fought with utter confidence of his skills or the righteousness of his cause, maybe the Warrior watched over him, because after a while Denys was bleeding like pig from different sides, including a grievous wound in the neck who was barely deflected by the gorget, and another in the forearm that let him unable to wield the shield. Sweating heavily and cursing Denys counterattacked and deflected his foe's blow. His breath was heavier and heavier inside the war-helmet, and his sword's arm was slower with every hit. A new hit, a blunt blow almost broke his left arm, which he raised as defense. However Lord Mooton was winded and weary, with a wound in the torso, in one leg and without shield. Hard the blows were, and its thunderous noise silenced every noise in the field. Under the sight of Maidenpool Lord Mooton fought valiantly, until Ser Denys, in a last effort achieved to unbalance his foe, who feel to the ground helmetless. He kicks his sword from his hand.
Winded, Denys rests on his sword's hilt:

"My Lord you are defeated...yield"

The surcoat and silvery armor of Denys were almost ruined, stained by blood and mud. The falcon had no head and the blue had turned somewhat brown.

[Alexandrine]

Okay, yes. I thought perhaps a roll could decide otherwise, lets say; kill per accident isn't that hard to imagine in a duel.

ooc: I must be the most unlucky player ever.

Ser Denys started the duel with confidence, he was a fine swordsman, one of the finest in the Vale, young and nimble, not as the Mooton. However his confidence was soon almost crushed. Even if he though the Mooton would be an easy prey, after his first blow, Denys's shield received a crushing hit; Mooton had counterttacked. Soon Denys found that the old lord fought with utter confidence of his skills or the righteousness of his cause, maybe the Warrior watched over him, because after a while Denys was bleeding like pig from different sides, including a grievous wound in the neck who was barely deflected by the gorget, and another in the forearm that let him unable to wield the shield. Sweating heavily and cursing Denys counterattacked and deflected his foe's blow. His breath was heavier and heavier inside the war-helmet, and his sword's arm was slower with every hit. A new hit, a blunt blow almost broke his left arm, which he raised as defense. However Lord Mooton was winded and weary, with a wound in the torso, in one leg and without shield. Hard the blows were, and its thunderous noise silenced every noise in the field. Under the sight of Maidenpool Lord Mooton fought valiantly, until Ser Denys, in a last effort achieved to unbalance his foe, who feel to the ground helmetless. He kicks his sword from his hand.
Winded, Denys rests on his sword's hilt:

"My Lord you are defeated...yield"

The surcoat and silvery armor of Denys were almost ruined, stained by blood and mud. The falcon had no head and the blue had turned somewhat brown.

Old Rayman Mooton wasn't much of a fighter. He preferred other ways to gain advantage. But he himself, was actually surprise he was better at this duel then most would have imagined, including himself. But his cause was just and he had to protect his family and people. Alas. When he was on the ground and his sword was kicked out of his hands.. he knew it was all over. "I.. I yield." the words a lord never wanted to say. Frankly, he was quite ashamed. His house would be plundered. But at least he had saved lives with his actions.