The Army of Baratheon

[Gandalfus]

Baratheon and Allies

666 Elite Infantry 4301 Heavy Infantry 3108 Polearms 281 Elite Cav 2759 Heavy Cav 2183 Light Cav 10,727 Archers 849 light infantry Total: 24,874

characters present

King Steffon Baratheon - +5 battles, +10 duels, +2 survival, +6 duel hp Lord Penrose -+3 Battles, +2 Survival, +2 Duels, +1 Joust Lord Caron - +3 battles, +2 survival, +2 charisma, +1 scout Lyonel Rock - +6 battles, +3 pathfinder, +3 pillager, +3 survival) Damon Rivers- +3 Battles, +3 Duel, +3 Survival Edmure Waters -+3 Battles, +3 Joust, +3 Survival Donnel Lefford - +11 duel, +3 survival, +4 charisma, +3 battles, +3 wealth Mya Caron - +2 assassin, +3 survival, +1 charisma Beric Storm - +3 duels, +3 battles, +3 survival, +2 logistician

Baratheon Mercs (Second Sons and Bright Banners)

1300 polearms 1000 heavy infantry 1100 light infantry 600 archers 200 crossbowmen 300 heavy cavalry 500 light cavalry Total: 5000 men

Constituent Mercenary companies (IGNORE, INFO OUTDATED):

The forgotten:
300 dismounted knights
592 heavy infantry

The Glorious Bastards:
900 archers
900 heavy infantry
600 dismounted knights
600 household knights
1400 raider cavalry

Baratheon Navy:
44 Stormbreaker ships
112 Dromonds
12 Narrow Sea Galleons
6 Grand Warships
65 heavy galleys
481 levy ships

[Oznerol]

Lord Boremund arrives at the head of his mean, riding his large stallion and wearing his fine armor. Lord Ronnet Penrose comes with him.

Militia:
400 Heavy Cavalry (1,200 pp.)
650 Heavy Infantry (1,300 pp.)
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1,050 men (2,500 pp.)

[Trot]

Mathis Caron arrives with his men.

Ooc I can't calculate my total forces now, will do it when I get home.

[ficenzi]

Glorious Bastards, the mercenaries hired by Mathis Caron arrive at Storm's End encampment. Lyonel Rock, Damon Rivers and Edmure Waters, the commanders, seek out lord Caron.

Forces:
900 Archers
900 Heavy Infantry
600 Dismounted Knights
600 Household Knights
1400 Raider Cavalry

[Trot]

Glorious Bastards, the mercenaries hired by Mathis Caron arrive at Storm's End encampment. Lyonel Rock, Damon Rivers and Edmure Waters, the commanders, seek out lord Caron.

Forces:
900 Archers
900 Heavy Infantry
600 Dismounted Knights
600 Household Knights
1400 Raider Cavalry

They are lead to a small tent where Lord Caron was studying some maps surrounded by a small retinue of minor lords.

[ficenzi]

'Lord Caron.', the first commander spoke. 'I'm here for my orders and the remainder of my gold.'

[Trot]

Mathis turns to a guard and speaks softly, a short time latter they bring a chest laddered with gold the rest of the first years payment.

"For now we wait." He says studying the maps Lord Tarly still had not arrived he would need to send men down to Nightsong if they did not arrive soon.

[Gandalfus]

Harbert Baratheon summons his commanders to his tent, in which he holds a letter.

"The King is in Dorne, my lords. Along with his mother, who sent a letter asking for our support." He said, posing it as a question to those that had arrived.

[Trot]

Mathis had never been a particularly pious man, but the letter from the High Septon worried him. "Would the Faith support him?" He asks the room at large, "I would not want to face a second war of the faith the last one nearly ended the seven Kingdoms and that was with Dragons."

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[Gandalfus]

"Precisely." Harbert stated, with a grimace. "But what other choice do we have? He is the heir, no matter how terrible of a King his father was." Harber was not afraid of saying it, for all knew it. Aerys had done more to set the realm at odds than any king since Aegon the Unworthy, perhaps even more-so, for they had not seen the full aftermath of the strife Aerys had sowed.

[Trot]

"There are others with a claim, and ones that would not plunge the realm into a civil war. Aerys made few freinds I doub many would raise their banners to see his son stays on the throne. It would not be the first time chosen heir was passed by for another." Mathis says studying the other men in the tent.

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[Gandalfus]

"Such as whom, Lord Caron?" Harbert inquired, intrigued. He was tired of these political games, and he wanted peace - but sometimes that could only be earned by shedding a little blood.

[Trot]

"There is Lord Starks children of course, but the faith may not like them, and you yourself have some claim my lord as does Lord Tarth here."


Ooc I'm operating under the assumption I don't know Bright fire is back

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[Gandalfus]

"My nephew does, you are right." He affirms, before looking towards Tarth thoughtfully. With the faith's denouncement of the Dragons, it seemed that any potential heir would have to lie outside their immediate kin.
"I shall not force you to proclaim for anyone, my lords. I know some among you have drawn closer to the Seven after the burning of the Sept. If you wish Rhaegar king, then so be it. If you wish Lord Steffon king, then so be it." He raised his voice, directing the question at all, perhaps hoping for an answer.

[Oznerol]

"I have no love for the spawn of Aerys. It is widely known"

Said Tarth, who had remained silent, his arms crossed over the wide chest.

"And we should uproot the tree, prune the fruit. It is time we have a king worth our loyalty. My uncle, good Aegon, was a good king. My cousin, Duncan, would have been a good king with his peasant wife. I knew they realm could pay in corpses, but I don't mourn the day I witnessed as they were married under a weirwood. They would have brought a new age of peace..."

He leaned forward, resting his weird on the tabble.

"The Faith has dennounced the dragons. They are no fit to rule in the Light of the Seven, anymore. We need a true King, to bring peace to this realm and not madness. A ruler, not a tyrant"

Boremund unsheathed his sword.

"This sword of mine will only shed blood for one man. My kin, my liege, my son: Steffon Baratheon"

The sword is back on the scabbard. And he raises his hands, clad in gauntlets.

"With this hands I will place a crown on his head"

He grabs the sword's pommel.

"With this sword I shall carve the path leading to his throne if necessary. Rhaegar is no king of mine, Baratheon however is the only King I will bend my knee to"

[Gandalfus]

Harbert remained silent, quite stunned by what had transpired. What had just been spoken was tantamount to treason, but the Baratheon could not help but agree with the words. Aerys had been a tyrant, and his son was a mere infant, a boy of no more than ten. Steffon had a claim, but so did a dozen others, Tarth included. But the High Septon had denounced most, if not all. He looked to the others, seeing if he could measure their response.

"Aye. I stand with Lord Tarth." The elderly knight finally said, his wrinkled gaze turning to the other vassals who stood assembled before him. Steffon's own approval was not guaranteed, but if the Stormlands hailed him as King, he could hardly afford to refuse...

[Trot]

"King Steffon," Mathis shouts out as Tarth lays a crown on his head, while some one else shout, "The Storm King!" House Caron was behind Lord Tarth.

ooc troops

Personal
320 Polearms
160 Heavy Infantry
160 Archers
320 Light Cav
107 Heavy Cav

Vassals
1600 Polearms
1200 Archers
600 Heavy Infantry
600 Light Cavalry
200 Heavy Cavalry

[Gandalfus]

OOC: Steffon isn't here, lol, he's still in KL.

[Dirty Chai]

[OOC: We can just go ahead and start this. Timestamp: Now-ish]

As told to the Storm's End garrison by a raven weeks ago, a sizable flotilla of dromonds and Dornish sailing vessels sail up through Shipbreaker Bay, with a substantial number of warships among them. Martell flags lead the armada. Laying anchor some twenty miles or so away from Storm's End (Storm's End wouldn't just let them sail right up to it after all), one ship continues alone, bearing a secondary flag of a seven-headed star. It asks to dock at the harbor of Storm's End.

[Gandalfus]

They are given permission to dock at the harbour, and Harbert Baratheon requests a meeting with whoever is leading the Dornish forces.