Banners of Rebellion (Arryn)

[Dirty Chai]

Location: Sow's Horn, Crownlands

Leaders:
Jon Arryn: Battle +3, Scout +3, Charisma +3, Survival +3;

Clement Arryn (squire): Duel +2, Scout +2
Bastard Sword: +4 Duels, +4 Survival
Siege Engineer

Robert Baratheon: +2 duels, +2 battles, +2 charisma,

Veteran Swordsman: +1 duels
Greatsword: +7 duels +1 survival

Elbert Arryn: Duel +3, Joust +2, Battle +1;

Bastard Sword: +4 Duels, +4 Survival

Denys Arryn: Duel +3, Joust +3, Battle +3;

Bastard Sword: +4 Duels, +4 Survival

Edric Hardyng: Battle +3, Duel +3, Scout +2
Vardis Egen: Duel +3, Joust +3, Capture +2

Professionals

Arryn (Eyrie and Gates of the Moon)

3,000 men (8,100 points)
- 1,200 Knights of the Vale (6,300 points)
- 1,800 Mercenary Light Infantry (1,800 points)

Royce

1,600 men (4,800 points)
- 600 Bronze Knights/Knights of the Vale (2,100)
- 600 Bronze Guard/Falconguard (900 points)
- 600 Runestone Men at Arms/Knights of the Bloody Gate (1,800 points)

Militias

20,925 men (31,750 points)
- 7,400 Polearms (11,100 points)
- 5,550 Archers (5,550 points)
- 3,275 Heavy Infantry (6,550 points)
- 2,775 Light Cavalry (2,775 points)
- 1,925 Heavy Cavalry (5,775 points)

Host of the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon

1,500 men (4,000 points)
- 500 Heavy Infantry (1,000 points)
- 1,000 Heavy Cavalry (3,000 points)

Vassal Host (everyone except the Sisters and Gulltown)

19,425 men (27,750 points)
- 7,400 Polearms (11,100 points)
- 5,550 Archers (5,550 points)
- 2,775 Heavy Infantry (5,550 points)
- 2,775 Light Cavalry (2,775 points)
- 925 Heavy Cavalry (2,775 points)

[Trot]

The banners of house Royce would soon be seen cresting the horizon as Arryn's various vassals awnser the call to arms. The Bronze Yohn was at the front of the column clad in his houses ancient armor, and at his side his eldest son rode.

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[Dirty Chai]

OOC: Traits if you want them in battles at all

The Royces are led over to the part of the camp where Jon Arryn's tent was, a large blue pavilion larger than anything around it.

[Trot]

ooc
Yohn Royce
Battles +2
Duels +3
Survival +2
Bastard Sword +4 Duels +4 Survival

Nestor Royce
Duels +2
Survival +2

ic Yohn's hair line was showing signs of receding and his usually dark hair was already flecked with grey as he entered the tent of his liege lord, his bronze armor reflected the light of the single candle glowing in front of Jon Arryn.

"It has been to long, my Lord." He starts studying the older man. "I wish we were meeting under more pleasant circumstances." He pauses thinking of the size of the host they were assembling. "It's a mighty host, but do you think Grafton will let us through?"

[Dirty Chai]

"She may just need convincing," Jon said, looking up from a scribbled parchment. He twitched his nose and his old blue eyes looked over the younger man with restrained curiosity. "However, if she does not," he confided in Royce without hesitance, "let us in, we will be required to break her door down."

The aging statesman sighed, glancing once more at the parchment in thought. "Such as it is."

[Trot]

"She may just need convincing," Jon said, looking up from a scribbled parchment. He twitched his nose and his old blue eyes looked over the younger man with restrained curiosity. "However, if she does not," he confided in Royce without hesitance, "let us in, we will be required to break her door down."

The aging statesman sighed, glancing once more at the parchment in thought. "Such as it is."

Yohn grimaces. He had met Lady Grafton a few times on his trips to Gulltown. "I must admit I don't like the idea of spending lives to take Gulltown. I hope she sees reason."

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[Dirty Chai]

Jon Arryn orders his lords and commanders to make way for the Bloody Gate and then to the Crossroads north of Lord Harroway's Town, to occupy the only crossing of the Trident that can get Royalists into the Vale

4 valley hexes
1 mountain hex
9.6 hours + 3.4 hours = 13 hours to the Bloody Gate

4 road hexes
7.2 hours + 13 = 20 hours to the Crossroads (Ruby Ford)

[Pontifex Maximus]

Ser Tygett Lannister had come directly from the fields of victory outside Lannisport. He had witnessed the wreck Ser Gregor had made of his brother Gerion and watched as his cousin Tybolt removed Kevan's head for his treason. In the course of an afternoon, Kevan's rebellion had been crushed in a bloody battle. Lord Tywin now ruled with an ironfist. Now the lords of the Westerlands turned to international affairs. This is what brought Tygett to the Bloody Gate.


Ser Tygett Lannister and several men-at-arms wearing crimson cloaks arrived at the Bloody Gate beneath a banner bearing the golden lion of Lannister. "I've come to meet with Lord Jon Arryn, should he have the time to treat with me." He informed the guards.

[Dirty Chai]

"Come, ser Lannister," a Corbray led Lannister through the gates of the Bloody Gate, to the other side, where the narrow mountain pass was filled with tents. It likely stretched for many miles backwards, tightly packed. The pathway through the camp, on the way to the large blue pavilion in the distance which Tygett could see, was at largest only ten feet wide.

Once outside the tent, the man wearing Corbray arms entered the tent, making Lannister wait for some minutes. Finally, he reappeared, gesturing for the Westerlander to enter. "My lord Arryn awaits, ser."

Inside the tent it was warm, likely because hot steaming rocks sat over coals at the center of the pavilion, smoke escaping the tent by a small hole at the top. The lord of the Eyrie stood out among the men in the tent, sitting in a curial chair while a squire - who looked to be a young Arryn - was undoing mail chausses from his legs. He was an aged, white bearded man, with a bald, shiny head. A pointed, ornate bascinet sat on a small table beside him, crested with a great winged bird.

Other men in the tent were mailed and some wore plate, their tabards showing stars, black birds, hearts, snakes, bells, a rising sun on an ocean, red and white checkers, and a large array of arrows. Some women - married, as they wore hats - sat farther back, sitting in a circle, sewing. A few of them leaned into each other with catty smiles, whispering as Lannister entered.

"Ser Tygett Lannister, is thou?" Jon's old, stilted voice sounded through the audience tent, the man himself still watching his grand-nephew remove his leggings. "Thou 'ave came a far way of tyme to conjure thyself to spake wyth me."

Arryn's formal use of old language was a sign of what time Jon had been born in, in the time when black and red dragons still butchered each other, not their subjects. He had lived through most of this century, and had seen what it had offered thus far. Mostly blood.

Yohn grimaces. He had met Lady Grafton a few times on his trips to Gulltown. "I must admit I don't like the idea of spending lives to take Gulltown. I hope she sees reason."

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"Aye," Jon said, "Robert must get home. He has to rally the Stormlanders to battle. Those lords will be paramount to procuring a victory against the tyrants."

Arryn paused, realizing he had never spoken with Royce about this. Still Royce and all but two of his vassals answered his call to arms.
"Aerys has given me no choice, Lord Royce. What kind of king forces his subjects to raise arms against him in protection of their own lives and property?"

[Trot]

"Come, ser Lannister," a Corbray led Lannister through the gates of the Bloody Gate, to the other side, where the narrow mountain pass was filled with tents. It likely stretched for many miles backwards, tightly packed. The pathway through the camp, on the way to the large blue pavilion in the distance which Tygett could see, was at largest only ten feet wide.

Once outside the tent, the man wearing Corbray arms entered the tent, making Lannister wait for some minutes. Finally, he reappeared, gesturing for the Westerlander to enter. "My lord Arryn awaits, ser."

Inside the tent it was warm, likely because hot steaming rocks sat over coals at the center of the pavilion, smoke escaping the tent by a small hole at the top. The lord of the Eyrie stood out among the men in the tent, sitting in a curial chair while a squire - who looked to be a young Arryn - was undoing mail chausses from his legs. He was an aged, white bearded man, with a bald, shiny head. A pointed, ornate bascinet sat on a small table beside him, crested with a great winged bird.

Other men in the tent were mailed and some wore plate, their tabards showing stars, black birds, hearts, snakes, bells, a rising sun on an ocean, red and white checkers, and a large array of arrows. Some women - married, as they wore hats - sat farther back, sitting in a circle, sewing. A few of them leaned into each other with catty smiles, whispering as Lannister entered.

"Ser Tygett Lannister, is thou?" Jon's old, stilted voice sounded through the audience tent, the man himself still watching his grand-nephew remove his leggings. "Thou 'ave came a far way of tyme to conjure thyself to spake wyth me."

Arryn's formal use of old language was a sign of what time Jon had been born in, in the time when black and red dragons still butchered each other, not their subjects. He had lived through most of this century, and had seen what it had offered thus far. Mostly blood.



"Aye," Jon said, "Robert must get home. He has to rally the Stormlanders to battle. Those lords will be paramount to procuring a victory against the tyrants."

Arryn paused, realizing he had never spoken with Royce about this. Still Royce and all but two of his vassals answered his call to arms.
"Aerys has given me no choice, Lord Royce. What kind of king forces his subjects to raise arms against him in protection of their own lives and property?"

Yohn nods grimly he had been expecting this, but still the news was grim. "Runestone stands with you my lord, but I fear what it would mean for the Vale if we fail."

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[Adamat]

A rider caught up to the Arryn host, sent from the Eyrie. He brought with him a parchment with the Baratheon seal on it.

To Lord Jon Arryn,

This letter is written to inform you that Lord Robert has safely arrived in the Stormlands. He insists that you send his regards to the Lady of Gulltown. The Stormlander banners have been rallied, and over 40,000 men at arms are making their way to the meeting point that was discussed earlier.

Signed,
Ulric, Maester of Storm's End

[Pontifex Maximus]

Ser Tgyett executed a short bow, smirking. He had almost forgotten that the blood of the First Men still ran thick in the Vale, he wondered what Tywin would make of it if he were here. "Aye, my Lord Arryn, it is a long way from the Rock in peacetime, and in this period of almost certain warfare made a bit more difficult although my Lord Brother remains undeclared." Tygett clasped his hands behind his back. His golden locks cascaded down to his shoulders and his short beard looked a bit unkempt. It betrayed his hastein coming to the Vale. He had not allowed his party the luxury of spending nights at inns, and they had spent more night camped beneath the stars than they had in warm feather beds with warm food in the belly. "Yet my errand justifies the journey. We received your raven several months past. In the time since we have defeated the dastardly rebellion of my brother and restored order in the West. We look now without, with a mind to make an impact on the current state of war. I come with a proposal from my brother. I am sent to offer you the hand of the heiress of the Rock, the lovely Cersei Lannister, daughter of Tywin." He paused to gauge Jon's response.

[Dirty Chai]

That raised Jon's attention, causing him to look directly at the Lannister with discerning aquamarine eyes. He was silent for a long moment, just watching Tygett.

"Ye Lann'sters 'ere wont to be frank and strayt with others, aren't ye.." he finally mused with a scoff that gave way to a crude smile revealing missing teeth.

(I'll write normally from here on out, but that's how Arryn talks)

The lord looked back at his nephew again, and pulled his legs free from the mail chausses, revealing white, stained puttees over his shins and lower legs. Dark linen hose stretched down from the ankle up to his waist, merging with the loose tunic he wore, the kind of shirt you wore under armor. Finally he stood up, his feet sitting in the rough grass below them, and he put his hands on his waist, standing akimbo.

"I received a letter from Tywin, or at least from his maesters.. eh.."

Jon sniffed, and glanced to the side briefly. "Maybe a month ago? No, three weeks, I'd have to say."
"So Tywin has crushed his insubordinate family members? It pains every man to hear about a divided family when he himself has been through such times. You have my condolences, ser Tygett."

Arryn paused again, frowned. A new wife..
"I assume that if your lord brother has sent you here with this proposal, then he must have sent you with other terms as well. Does Tywin wish to join my refusal of Aerys' absolutism? I daresay I am suprised, but.." Jon smiled slightly, wryly, ".. but pleased, to see that those who have spent time in his council, even, have found him wanting for our fealty."

[Pontifex Maximus]

Tygett remained stoic. "I was saddened by the deaths of my brothers, but they were turncloaks and usurpers. They chose their path, and paid the ultimate price. We fought a battle neither my brother or I thought would be decisive. The Lords of the Westerlands were positioning themselves on either side of us to come down on the victorious side. Regardless, House Lannister stands united now." Tygett took some time to gather his thoughts before replying. "My brother Lord Tywin sends terms as well. He offers the hand of his daughter Cersei Lannister, and he likewise makes the following offers: My son, Tyrek Lannister, is to serve as your page. He is a lad on nine years but is ready to begin his training. Additionally, he makes promises that the Westerlands will join the war on the side against Aerys is his conditions are met. Lord Tywin strongly recommends to the future King that your Lordship serve as Hand of the King following victory and that Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard, should he survive, be elevated to the position of Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Lastly, Lord Tywin requests the hand of Alyssa Baratheon." Tygett rested, he knew his terms were steep, but the Westerlands may prove decisive.

[Dirty Chai]

Jon hummed guttural, weighing the heavy terms in his mind. After a moment, the old lord decided to sit back down, wondering why he had ever stood up in the first place. Negotiations often took so long, which was why he often preferred to discuss things over nice meals, which also had the convenient effect making the other party more amenable to Jon's arguments.

No such dinner here. The terms were laid out on the table, and Jon was expected to make a decisions just as soon as they had been laid out before him. The Westerlands in the war was valuable; it nearly guaranteed victory, in fact. What reasons had he to deny it?

Jon watched Tygett silently from his curule chair, but his eyes showed that his mind was someplace else entirely. The first was a marriage with a daughter of Tywin. A new wife did not perturb Jon.. in fact it reminded him of old desires. The second.. a page. All fine. The third.. Jaime Lannister must be the lord commander..

A new king, Jon suppressed a smile, thinking of that. He had not yet told anyone what he'd do, if Aerys refused to back down, but it was certain fate that Aerys wouldn't. Many families had old tinges of royal blood in their veins, but then, was not the point of this rebellion against that blood? Or was it just one of its kings? No, Jon reaffirmed, the son must go too. He's kidnapped my foster son's wife to be.

"Jaime is quite young, is he not?" Jon spoke, raising a first concern, albeit a minor one. "Is it not enough to ensure Jaime is the next Lord Commander?"
A smiling, handsome, clever young man, if Jon remembered, having met him on a few occasions. Kingsguard, especially commanders, were not supposed to be handsome and young, however.

[Pontifex Maximus]

Tygett remained stoic. Jon Arryn was clearly a statesman well beyond his ability, but he relied on the fact that this offer might make the difference between victory and defeat for the rebellion. "Ser Jaime Lannister is indeed a young man." he offered. "Who can predict who among Aerys' Kingsguard may remain loyal?" Tygett questioned. Tygett wondered if this condition was that which would make Jon Arryn question the efficacy of the alliance offered.

[Dirty Chai]

"Is Jaime's appointment to Lord Commander of paramount importance to Tywin?" Jon asked, curious. It was far from proper, even scandalous, but Jaime was not a kingsguard just because of the way Aerys liked how chivalrous he looked. His appointment, thought corrupt in Jon's mind, was a small price to pay for a greater good.

"These can all be arranged," he said after a moment, and stood back up, walking over to ser Tygett. He offered his hand, palm upwards, in an old style of handshake. "If Tywin Lannister accepts the word of Jon Arryn that these terms shall be sufficiently and exceptionally fulfilled, then I give it."

Yohn nods grimly he had been expecting this, but still the news was grim. "Runestone stands with you my lord, but I fear what it would mean for the Vale if we fail."

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"We will not fail," Jon said, looking away. His eyes darted about over his desk. "Aerys has imagined himself a cadre of enemies, and moved against them all. He's created a league of usurpers where there were previously none."

[Pontifex Maximus]

"Is Jaime's appointment to Lord Commander of paramount importance Tywin?" Jon asked, curious. It was far from proper, even scandalous, but Jaime was not a kingsguard just because of the way Aerys liked how chivalrous he looked. His appointment, thought corrupt in Jon's mind, was a small price to pay for a greater good.

Tygett gave a coy smile to Jon. "My lord, were you there when Ser Jaime was appointed? It was not a scenario for celebration. King Aerys sought to deprive by Lord Brother of his heir, and was successful in doing so." Tygett listened to the rest of the response.

"These can all be arranged," he said after a moment, and stood back up, walking over to ser Tygett. He offered his hand, palm upwards, in an old style of handshake "If Tywin Lannister accepts the word of Jon Arryn that these terms shall be sufficiently and exceptionally fulfilled, then I give it."

"Should you accept all these terms, my Lord Arryn, I am empowered to agree to them." Tygett replied.

[Trot]

"Is Jaime's appointment to Lord Commander of paramount importance to Tywin?" Jon asked, curious. It was far from proper, even scandalous, but Jaime was not a kingsguard just because of the way Aerys liked how chivalrous he looked. His appointment, thought corrupt in Jon's mind, was a small price to pay for a greater good.

"These can all be arranged," he said after a moment, and stood back up, walking over to ser Tygett. He offered his hand, palm upwards, in an old style of handshake. "If Tywin Lannister accepts the word of Jon Arryn that these terms shall be sufficiently and exceptionally fulfilled, then I give it."



"We will not fail," Jon said, looking away. His eyes darted about over his desk. "Aerys has imagined himself a cadre of enemies, and moved against them all. He's created a league of usurpers where there were previously none."

"What of Dorne and the Reach? The Lannisters and the Riverlands? How many will side with the king in hope of favor or influence?" He pauses, "Even if the king is mad Rhaegar is well liked"

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[Dirty Chai]

"What of Dorne and the Reach? The Lannisters and the Riverlands? How many will side with the king in hope of favor or influence?" He pauses, "Even if the king is mad Rhaegar is well liked"

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"Is he?" Jon asked, quite unsure. "I suspect many share my apathy for the son of a mad king who lays with his own sister, after two centuries of similar unions."

He frowned and sat down. "He's off to a great start already, abducting my the daughter of a great lord just before her wedding to another great lord."

After nearly two months of being on the march, the Baratheon host finally approached the crossroads. Robert rode at the front of the column, eager to reach their destination. It was with a heavy heart that he had left his uncle, and his home, wide open to attacks, but it finally seemed certain that the Stormlands rebels had navigated around the King's forces. Still, moving about silently was not what the young Lord excelled at. He wanted to find a battlefield.

As the first outriders returned with confirmation of a large army camp set up on the other side of the river, Robert gathered his closest commanders. They'd ride on ahead, and reach the Arryn camp. He imagined Jon had lots to discuss.

The Northern host was encamped just a few miles from the Valesmen, despite the distance from Winterfell Eddard's dangerous journey from the Fingers had given him a head start on his fellow conspirators. The banners of nearly every Northern house could be seen in the distance, giants, and bears, and dire wolves, likewise their patrols made inroads all about the crossing.

Eddard and Robert are called, formally by messengers armed in fine garb from across the great tent city, to meet with their foster father. Though Stark had been here for a week, Jon had waited for both boys to be present.