Deep-biting Thorns - Battle on the Kingsroad (Tyrell Battles)

[Iron Aquilifer]

Battle on the Roseroad

The Golden Thorn - Army of Tyrell

- 650 Elite Cavalry - 500 Elite Infantry - 1,095 Heavy Cavalry - 3,125 Light Cavalry - 3,795 Archers - 3,005 Polearms - 2,830 Heavy Infantry - 6,976 Light Infantry Total Men: 20,826 Right Flank Commander: Harlen Tyrell, the Red Rose ( 2 Battle; 2 duel; 2 survival; 2 capture; 1 joust; 1 charisma) - 150 Elite Cavalry (Household) - 500 Heavy Cavalry - 1250 Light Cavalry - 1000 archers - 1000 Polearms - 1000 Heavy Infantry - 2050 Light Infantry Left Flank Commander: Leo Tyrell, Master of Horse ( 3 battle; 2 logistician; 3 survival; 2 scout; 2 pathfinder; 1 joust; 1 charisma) - 305 Heavy Cavalry - 935 Light Cavalry - 926 Heavy Infantry - 1440 Archers - 827 Polearms - 2667 Light Infantry - 500 Elite Cavalry (Lancers) - 500 Elite Infantry (Hightower Axemen) Center Flank Commander: Lord Fossoway (NPC) - 290 Heavy Cavalry - 940 Light Cavalry - 904 Heavy Infantry - 1178 Polearms - 1355 Archers - 2259 Light Infantry

Traitor Army of Footly

- 700 Heavy Infantry - 5,349 Light Infantry - 930 Polearms - 3,151 Archers - 3,100 Light Cavalry - 235 Heavy Cavalry - 100 Elite Cavalry Total: 10'415 men

[Iron Aquilifer]

My boy, if only you had been there! The colours​: Green of the freshest sea of grass, of the summer leaves on a thousand ancient oak; gold, a hundred glittering coins, the product of the deepest mines; purples, deep and rich of the cloth of kings, pale as flesh; blue that matched the sky and blue that was the darkness abyss; red of blood and red of lust; orange of sand, of the sun and of fruit. The knights were majestic, their armour glowing golden. On horses as colourful and noble-bearing as their riders, the knights and men-at-arms rode to the rhythm of a hundred flutes and violins, a moving symphony of old songs of heroism and chivalry. At their back came a rumbling thunder, a wine stain that spread out in all directions. A forest of pikes wavering in the air as the steady beat of drums sounded at the same time as the footfall of fifteen thousand men. Had I been unable to see then I would have been led in to believing that the giants had returned to claim their ancient lands. Never will I forget that sight boy. When I close my eyes I can still see it all. I see the army that was glory incarnate, that was a force of nature. I can hear the drums, the flutes, the footfalls, the snort of a thousand horses. Above it all, an aura radiating from behind it, I see the Rose.

Leo Tyrell dispatched a small party under the rainbow banner of peace. Even as the riders made their way towards the Footly host, the Master of Horse and his nephew, Warden of the Torrentine, oversaw the deployment of the army. They had come for a battle, as their Lady Liege had instructed. Even if they had wanted peace the decision had already been made for them: battle.

A great honour has been bestowed on you, Lord Fossoway. I intend to have a great many drinks with you after this business is dealt with.

Remember that we are fighting for House Tyrell, for Highgarden, for the Reach. This is not about dragons or Targaryens or crowns. Footly is a traitor and his men have allowed themselves to be taken in by his corruption. Lord Lyonel demands a victory. He demands the traitor's head.

The envoy offer steep demands: Lord Footly and his eldest son offer themselves as hostages to Highgarden; the army immediately disarm, swearing an oath never to pick up a sword again and everyone being offered a chance to take the black; House Footly would pay fifty-thousand gold dragons a year for a decade to House Tyrell of Highgarden; a solemn oath from the remaining family members would be taken that they renounce Queen Rhaenyra's claim on the Iron Throne; a castellan would be placed in Tumbleton to oversee the running of the Household until the loyalty of the house was once more in line with the rest of the Reach.

They are not terms which Lord Footly would agree to.

Orders

OOC: I have not done this in a while - The archers will begin the battle as usual, focusing their attention on the enemy light infantry. - Common to all flanks: heavy infantry take the centre, the light infantry on their flanks and the pikemen anchoring both lines. - The left flank will initiate the actual battle, Ser Leo personally leading the cavalry charge on the far left of the line in an attempt to turn the flank; the infantry will be close on their heels in order to fix the enemy line in place for Leo and the cavalry to hit them in the rear. The Elite infantry will be the anchor between cavalry and infantry. - The center will hit next, the infantry this time leading the initial charge. The cavalry, will attempt to exploit any opening and create a breakthrough for the infantry to break up the enemy lines. - The right flank is the same as the left, Ser Harlen personally leading his cavalry on the far right of the line in order to force the flank to cave in. - There is no reserve, given that the Footly host is only half the size of Highgarden's.

[Honors Bastion]

Battle of the Roseroad:

The Tyrell Army easily won all three flanks of the battle due to their overwhelming numbers. The Footly host was annihilated in the battle with it's remnants retreating back to Tumbleton. Tyrell losses were around 15% while Footly suffered around 80% losses with most of it coming from the ensuing rout after all three flanks were overwhelmed with no available reserve.

Remaining Men:

Tyrell:

413 Elite Inf
2326 Heavy Inf
5740 Light Inf
2557 Polearms
3795 Archers
500 Elite Cavalry
772 Heavy Cavalry
2555 Light Cavalry

Footly:

334 Heavy Infantry
853 Light Infantry
230 Polearms
956 Archers
42 Heavy Cavalry
99 Light Cavalry

[Iron Aquilifer]

Harlen led the pursuit of the fleeing traitors. In the face of an army twice their size, the Footly host had crumbled. A good fight, he had admitted at the beginning, the arrow storm and initial clash as fierce as any battle. However, the advantage of the Tyrells was soon apparent, driving the enemy back all along the front. Harlen himself, during a brief moment of tranquility in the middle of the melee, watched as the relentless green sea drove over the black.

A good example for the rest of them, he whispered to himself, lowering a lance for another run.

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Siege of Tumbleton

Tyrell Army

413 Elite Inf 2326 Heavy Inf 5740 Light Inf 2557 Polearms 3795 Archers 500 Elite Cavalry 772 Heavy Cavalry 2555 Light Cavalry

Tumbleton Traitors

OOC: garrison numbers already added 534 Heavy Infantry 1173 Light Infantry 430 Polearms 1236 Archers 42 Heavy Cavalry 99 Light Cavalry

Siege Engineer begins working on level three siege weapons

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Commanders

Ser Leo Tyrell ( 3 battle; 2 logistician; 3 survival; 2 scout; 2 pathfinder; 1 joust; 1 charisma) Ser Harlen Tyrell ( 2 Battle; 2 duel; 2 survival; 2 capture; 1 joust; 1 charisma) Ser Jon Roxton (Battle +2; Survival +2; Duel +1; Scout +1; Joust +1)

Force Composition

413 Elite Inf 2326 Heavy Inf 5740 Light Inf 2557 Polearms 3795 Archers 500 Elite Cavalry 772 Heavy Cavalry 2555 Light Cavalry

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Ser Leo Tyrell made his way towards Tumbleton at the head of a column of brightly-coloured knights. Stopping just out of arrow range, the Master of Horse delivers his demands.

Tumbleton will surrender itself, turning over Lord Footly and his sons to live out the rest of their natural lives as guests at Highgarden. The remaining levies will be immediately disbanded, their weapons seized and oaths taken that never again will they dare face House Tyrell again in battle. Furthermore, House Footly will offer up twenty thousand dragons as compensation for their plot to usurp the Lordship of Highgarden from House Tyrell. After that, this sorry affair can be forgotten. There has been enough Reachmen blood spilled, and Lady Alla wishes for House Footly and all those sworn to them to return to her good graces.

Remember this before you decide: no help is coming. Even Queen Rhaenyra has deserted you, her loyal supporters, in order to claim her throne. The rest of the Reach stand aside to allow this punishment of House Footly. And if you do chose to die in defiance know this: there will be no assault. You will not end your lives by the hand of a knight in the glorious crucible of battle. No, you will die of hunger, feasting on the corpses of your fellows until the warmth of life leaves you. Do not waste your lives for a fallen cause.


OOC: Tyrell outnumbers the defenders by over 5:1; no chance of a relief force; charisma +1; just over half-way through their supplies.

[Gandalfus]

Surrender Roll:

Base Roll: 5/20
Modifiers: +5 (heavily outnumbered), +3 (no relief force), +1 (attackers charisma) +1 (heavy defeat in the field) -1 (still stocked on supplies) -1 (Tyrell demands)
Total Chance: 14/20

Final Roll: 2/20, garrison surrenders.


After a sixth month long siege, the once defiant defenders of Tumbleton now knew that they faced an imminent defeat, and the only thing that mattered was how many of their own would starve before the gates opened. There was to be no relief force, no way out. And so, after what seemed an eternity, the great gates of Tumbleton slowly creaked open. The weary garrison filed out of the fortress, slowly but surely, piling their weapons in front of the Tyrell host. Lord Footly and his family are frog marched out at spear point, and presented to Ser Leo by a small group of disgruntled soliders.

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It was Ser Harlen who greeted Lord Footly and his family, looking down on the once proud noblemen as only a victor could.

It has been a long time coming, hasn't it? Come, let us get you to your new home as soon as possible. There is no point in standing on ceremony, is there?

Waiting only long enough for the gold to be collected, Ser Harlen took fifty men as escort of the caravan back to Highgarden, while Ser Leo began the process of readying the army to march. A letter had come from his daughter. A letter they had been expecting for a long time.

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OOC: Just to keep it all in one place

1000 Light cavalry are dispatched to bring word of the possible positions of Lord Tarly

Horn Hill
Durwell
Honeyholt
Uplands

[Gandalfus]

Rolls:

Horn Hill: 12 - Scouts report from numbers ranging from around 1000 to 6000 men garrisoning the castle.
Durwell: 17 - The scouts are confident that only a small garrison is present, between 300 to 500 men.
Honeyholt: 12 - The scouts come back with conflicting reports, with anywhere between 100 to 2000 men present. Most likely they visited the local tavern instead of bothering to check the castle garrison.
Uplands: 16 - Scouts report that a small garrison is present, between 300 to 800 soldiers guarding the castle.

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Tyrell forces

Leo Tyrell Harlen Tyrell Jon Roxton 500 Elite Cavalry 1222 Heavy Cavalry 3980 Light Cavalry 413 Elite Inf 4306 Heavy Inf 6460 Archers 4962 Polearms

Leo looked left and right at the army as it filed in to formation. These men had stood with him at Tumbleton, crushing the traitor host of Footly. They were now turning their hungry eyes on the traitors of Tarly.

This is not exactly a time for rejoicing, the older man muttered as he saw a group of squires passing a wineskin between them.

We are going to battle, when else should a man rejoice?

Harlen was one of those men who saw war as the embodiment of everything a noble stood for. What were the Andal invaders if not warriors? It was in their blood, it was them, more than a sigil or name. Normally, Leo would have looked down on anyone who had such a view on the world, but come the battle, Harlen was as dependable as a rock.

Same terms as last time?

Or no terms at all. The Tarlys knew that the Tyrells would not allow any Blacks to remain a threat, and the Tyrells knew that the Tarlys would not submit.

​Same terms as last time.

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Level 3 siege weapons begin construction outside Horn Hill. 2000 light cavalry screen the host outside the keep walls. Army composition, excluding the Grimm levies

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Tyrell Army with orders, Mods only

Spoiler for Tyrell Army with orders: 

The Steel Thorns

Left Flank Harlen Tyrell -2 Battle; 2 duel; 2 survival; 2 capture; 1 joust (regional); 2 charisma (trade and regional) 500 Elite cavalry 413 elite infantry 1008 Heavy Cavalry 2000 Heavy infantry 1000 polearms 2000 archers Centre Flank Leo Tyrell - 4 battle (seasoned sellsword); 2 logistician; 3 survival; 2 scout; 2 pathfinder; 1 joust (regional);2 charisma (trade and regional) 1007 heavy cavalry 1000 light cavalry 1506 Heavy infantry 1200 polearms 1500 archers Right Flank Jon Roxton - Battle +2; Survival +2; Duel +5 (orphan-maker); Scout +1; Joust +1 1007 Heavy Cavalry 980 Light Cavalry 2000 Heavy Infantry 1800 Polearms 1500 Archers

Orders, mod only

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

If the enemy attempts to flee, the cavalry will race forward and bring them back to battle.
Archers will obviously begin the engagement by volleyfire on the enemy army, attempting to break up any close formations.
- Left Flank
Harlen Tyrell will lead the cavalry charge on the edge of the flank, attempting to turn the flank and cause a rout. The elite cavalry will be the speartip.
The infantry, centered on the elites, flanked by the polearms, flanked by the heavies, will drive forward, refusing the left flank as to turn the enemy frontline away from the cavalry on the edge.
- Center
The Infantry will attempt to pin the enemy line in place before Leo Tyrell personally leads the cavalry in a devastating charge in any and all possible weak links.
- Right Flank
Same as the center, with Jon Roxton leading the cavalry.

Commanders:
Mors Maidenbane: +3 Battles, +3 Logistician, +1 Pathfinder, +1 Survival
Darla Stark: +3 Battles, +1 Pillager
Rickon Skullcracker: +3 Battles, +1 Logistician

Spoiler for Umber Levy: 

450 Heavy Infantry
1,125 Light Infantry
600 Polearm Infantry
925 Archers
450 Light Cavalry
150 Heavy Cavalry

Total: 3,700 men

Spoiler for Umber Bannermen Long Holt & Lake: 

150 Heavy Infantry
375 Light Infantry
198 Polearm Infantry
180 Light Cavalry
51 Heavy Cavalry

Total: 954 men

Spoiler for Professional Troops: 

3,000 Mercenary Light Infantry
1,200 Mercenary Crossbowmen
Catapult
Engineer

Spoiler for Green Boys of Last Hearth: 

50 Heavy Infantry
125 Light Infantry
66 Polearm Infantry
75 Archers
60 Light Cavalry
17 Heavy Cavalry

Total: 383 men

[Velasco]

The Umber force incurred a loss of 3% storming The Ring, I don't have the time to calculate it.

Spoiler for Orders: 

Left Flank: Aregelle Umber (No Traits)
Central Flank: Darla Umber
Right Flank: Mors Maidenbane
Reserve: Rickon Skullcracker

The Central Flank: The 1,200 Mercenary Crossbowmen rain down arrows on the initial charges of the enemy, assisted by the Catapult whose projectiles are intended to thin out the enemy ranks. 400 Polearm Infantry take position to crack down on the enemy cavalry, before the infantry can move forward and clash steel with the enemy ranks. 2,000 Light Infantry, 350 Heavy Infantry and 300 Light Cavalry form the core of this force.

The Left and Right Flanks:
232 Polearm Infantry each
1,000 Light Infantry each
150 Heavy Infantry each
500 Archers each
109 Heavy Cavalry each

The Flanks are positioned to "hold down the fort", as it were, so the central flank can thin down and push back against the enemy assault. The Archers are to adopt the same tactic as the Crossbowmen in the center, raining down volleys of arrow to thin down the initial charges before the infantry can hanker down and push back against the onslaught. The heavy cavalry are to move last of all, moving in to support the infantry by stopping the enemy cavalry from pushing far down the ranks, attacking from the back, disorganizing/disarraying/disorientating the men, and so on.

Reserve:

390 Light Cavalry stand at the ready to strengthen any weakening flank, or else to assist the survivors to flee back towards Harpshire.

[Pontifex Maximus]

ooc: I'm rolling this now

[Pontifex Maximus]

Results: Unsurprising Green victory

Left: Greens win, Green cavalry won the day

Right: Greens win, Hardly even a battle, Black forces seemed to rout almost immediately

Center: Greens win, the center put up a valiant fight but they were overwhelmed by numbers

Alright, I ing hate battle calculators. I know the % killed on each flank but can't interpret at all how to calculate actual numbers left over. So if it even matters, some simple math can be done to figure them out.

Blacks lost the max 25% on all flanks, so deduct 25% from the raw total number for each class you went into.

Greens lost 25% in the center (amazing rolls for Blacks here compared to awful rolls for Greens)
Greens lost 1.5% on the right
Greens lost 1% on the left

Chraacter rolls:

Blacks
Rickon Skullcracker - head wound
Mors Maidenbane - captures
Darla Umber - free
Aregelle Umber - free

Greens
Jon Roxton - free
Leo Tyrell - free
Harlen Tyrell - torso wound

[Velasco]

A rider approaches the Tyrell army, to seek the release of Mors Maidenbane.

[Iron Aquilifer]

Leo swung high, blade carving through the forearm of some fur-wrapped Northman. Turning with his sword, the nobleman followed up with a low slash across the back of the knee, tearing through bone and sinew. Bringing his shield to bear, Leo slammed it in to the foe's side, driving him to the ground. Without pausing to deliver the final blow, the Master of Horse turned to face his next foe. All around him the Northmen were driving home hard, cutting down his Reachmen in their desire to seek a glorious death.

For Highgarden!

The cry brought the attention of a half-dozen Umbers, their greatswords and spears hovering as the little minds of the soldiers processed the challenge. Not one of the Reachmen had mentioned Aegon or Jaehaerys, instead calling out their liege lord's keeps or the Reach itself. To the loyalists of Tyrell, this was a battle against an invader, nothing more.

Harlen called out wildly as he drove the enemy back. There was little resistance from the foe, their shieldwall crumbling beneath the might of the Tyrell knights. Strike them down! he bellowed as Forlorn took him in to another knot of the enemy. Drive them home! He laughed bitterly as his mace took the face of one nobleman, his steel unable to match the ferocity of a spiked ball. The speartip found his side in a moment of hesitation.

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The rider is informed that Mors will be exchanged at a later date and informs the messenger that he needs to convince the Northmen to leave the Reach forthwith.

[Velasco]

The Northmen vow eternal vengeance if a single hair on Maidensbane's head is touched.