The Reclaiming of Nightsong

[Iron Aquilifer]

"Here we are, Lord Swann!" Jon called, grinning from ear to ear in anticipation.

His son had returned, empty-handed, but that didn't matter anymore. I am home. There were reachmen swarming over his home's walls, but that didn't faze him. He would butcher them as he butchered Tumbleton. Tumbleton, my rise and my fall. He had made a bad decision there, the lord admitted. Yes, sure, he was marching to save his family, but he could be inciting the wrath of his Liege Lord. I am no traitor, he reassured himself as he watched his host beginning to prepare for an assault. There would be no quarter given.

He watched as his son, ever eager to please, even in his adulthood, rode towards the gates of his home. A dozen peace banners fluttered as fifty men rode forward. "Surrender and you will be spared!" Jon heard Matthos cry.

There will be no quarter.

OOC: Surrender roll requested. No charisma trait.

Caron Army:
Jon, Matthos, Arslan
2096 Heavy Infantry
4826 Light Infantry
2400 Polearm Infantry
2618 Archers
2056 Light Cavalry
416 Heavy Cavalry

Garrison:
784 Heavy Infantry
1200 Light Infantry

[Honors Bastion]

Surrender Roll:

Basic Roll: 5/20
Modifiers: +3 (7 to 1 odds, not that convincing since they are behind fortifications)
Final Roll: 8/20

Rolled an 11, the garrison is unwilling to surrender.

[Honors Bastion]

Since I don't have any orders, I will just go with the following. Archers fire, light inf attack the walls, heavy inf and polearms wait for the gate to open and then surge forward. Light infantry will join them.

Second Siege of Nightsong:

Archer Barrage:

The rain of arrows drive the defenders from the walls killing 25% of the defending light infantry.

Light Infantry Assault:

With no defenders, the walls are easily taken and the gates are opened.

Courtyard Battle:

The defenders are massacred by overwhelming numbers.

Casualties:

10% of the Caron Light infantry, Heavy Infantry and Polearms are killed during the siege.
All defenders have been killed.

Loot: No loot since you are taking back your own city.

[Iron Aquilifer]

Since I don't have any orders

Oh damn, real sorry!

That is brilliant, thanks again HB!

[Iron Aquilifer]

The cheer echoed throughout the Dornish Marches. Men, drunk on victory and life screamed and shouted as the Nightingale banner was raised above the castle.

"We have had victory," Jon laughed, tears streaming down his face.

A letter had been found in the jerkin of one of the reach nobles who had remained. It explained that all of the family had been moved to Storms End to support Merianne. He had another child to fight for.

"Our home is back to us," Matthos laughed as he joined his father. "Those reachmen bastards haven't done half as much damage as we thought they would."

The dead reachmen had been piled up, ready for burning. They were stripped of anything which could be reused or had some worth, leaving most bodies naked except for their fouled undergarments.

"We still need to rescue Stonehelm," Lord Swann muttered as he joined them, no half as happy as everyone else. "The Dornish host may have been augmented by the Rowans and Florents. If that is the case, then we need to rejoin Renly."

Jon's smile vanished at that. "Renly would not take us to Nightsong, let along Stonehelm! But Matthos has seen the Ashford host with his own eyes. They will march on Nightsong with all probability. Here, we can bleed them!"