March of the Lords Appellant

**Lucius Malfoy** · August 24, 2017, 09:12 AM

Clarence Force

Gloucester Force

After decisions were made in Worcester, Lord Gloucester moves north to Ruthin while Clarence moves south to Monmouth. Both men intend to arrest allies of Woodville in these lands.

(So this will involve Pink and Barry)

**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 11:28 AM

"Well,

." The Earl of Monmouth, normally a polite and reasoned man, uncharacteristically muttered under his breath when he saw Clarence's host emerge on the horizon, well over a thousand and maybe even two thousand at a glance. His own forces were still training in White Castle's yard. This was not good, at all. And as they came closer, he could see that they'd even brought a cannon. Just my bloody luck.

When the Appellant host had gotten close enough that at least its lead elements might be able to hear, a herald in Roger's livery called out from the battlements, "My lord of Monmouth inquires as to the meaning of all this!"

**Lucius Malfoy** · August 24, 2017, 11:47 AM

Lord Clarence stares at the walls of Monmouth's castle before looking at the herald.

My Lord Monmouth has a simple choice; join the rightful cause to free the King or be arrested for his collusion with the Queen Regent! He has a short time to choose, so be quick in conveying my message! For we about the rightful cause of ensuring the King is freed from the grips of the Womanly Scourge that resides within London and to free this realm from her tyranny!!

He waves his hand at the soldiers present as they began to array themselves for battle. A show of force to hopefully make Lord Monmouth see the futility in remaining a friend of the Queen Regent. Among the banners present was Lord Montagu's standard. George stares at the walls, waiting for an answer.

**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 11:55 AM

God damn it. That thought passed through Monmouth's head when the messenger relayed Clarence's command. He could see clearly from the battlements that the Appellant army was vast, and heavily outnumbered the garrison he had standing at White Castle; they weren't numerous enough to even significantly impede the Appellant host, which meant in his mind that if he were to die here for Queen Elizabeth, he'd be dying for nothing - not even hurting the Appellants much. Even if his half-trained men were actually fully trained and outfitted in the panoply of war, he was outnumbered at least three to one, maybe more. He had to pause to think, collect his wits before he panicked, and make a decision that would let him live, because as of this moment he knew that this struggle was unwinnable (at least in his corner of Wales).

Montagu's banners were there. Good. Perhaps he can keep me from getting killed along with my entire family, and White Castle's walls from being blown down by that cannon. Cambridge would have been stubborn enough to fight to the end even when the situation was clearly hopeless, but Roger was not his older brother, and willing to come to terms when the odds were this heavily stacked against him. Thus when the herald re-emerged, his next words to Clarence were "My master wishes to parley, and come to terms!"

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(timestamp to 1:50-ish PM EST b/c I have got to go right now)

Elsewhere, far north from White Castle...

The Earl of Tankerville too was dismayed to see Gloucester's battle standards (among others) emerging over the hills to the north of Powis Castle. This too was a large host, far larger than his own, and they didn't look like they were here to play games. Worst of all, his new recruits also weren't quite done training, meaning he had to face these Appellants with little more than his castle garrison and maybe the Corwens' standing retinue if they were still around. "Get me Corwen as fast as you can!" He shouted at the first servant he spotted. "We have a problem here, a bloody big one!"

Meanwhile Tankerville's own herald would ride out to greet the leaders of the Appellant army. "My master wishes to know what you and your army are doing on his lands, my lords." He would say once he made it to their positions.

**Lucius Malfoy** · August 24, 2017, 12:28 PM

Originally Posted by Barry Goldwater

God damn it. That thought passed through Monmouth's head when the messenger relayed Clarence's command. He could see clearly from the battlements that the Appellant army was vast, and heavily outnumbered the garrison he had standing at White Castle; they weren't numerous enough to even significantly impede the Appellant host, which meant in his mind that if he were to die here for Queen Elizabeth, he'd be dying for nothing - not even hurting the Appellants much. Even if his half-trained men were actually fully trained and outfitted in the panoply of war, he was outnumbered at least three to one, maybe more. He had to pause to think, collect his wits before he panicked, and make a decision that would let him live, because as of this moment he knew that this struggle was unwinnable (at least in his corner of Wales).

Montagu's banners were there. Good. Perhaps he can keep me from getting killed along with my entire family, and White Castle's walls from being blown down by that cannon. Cambridge would have been stubborn enough to fight to the end even when the situation was clearly hopeless, but Roger was not his older brother, and willing to come to terms when the odds were this heavily stacked against him. Thus when the herald re-emerged, his next words to Clarence were "My master wishes to parley, and come to terms!"

Terms you say?

George was getting impatient with the words of this herald. Lord Monmouth was stalling for time, time that was all too precious.

My terms are simple, open the castle gates and surrender. His services rendered to my late brother will ensure he is comfortable detained and that none of his properties are touched.

The Duke of Clarence points to the cannon that was being positioned.

If he does not do so, I will open his gates with my cannon.

**Trot** · August 24, 2017, 03:36 PM

A youth of about 20 would ride out to meet the messanger. Edward Hastings was unsure as to why he had been selected to meet the herald, but he was determined to prove himself to the lords of the realm.

"Lord Glosucter demands your Lord stand down and turn himself over or join his force to ours, and march with us to see Woodville removed from the regency."

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**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 04:43 PM

Originally Posted by Lucius Malfoy

Terms you say?

George was getting impatient with the words of this herald. Lord Monmouth was stalling for time, time that was all too precious.

My terms are simple, open the castle gates and surrender. His services rendered to my late brother will ensure he is comfortable detained and that none of his properties are touched.

The Duke of Clarence points to the cannon that was being positioned.

If he does not do so, I will open his gates with my cannon.

Silence falls over White Castle for nearly a minute. Then, finally, slowly a white flag is raised over the battlements. The gates part to allow the Earl of Monmouth, looking entirely unhappy but dressed in courtly attire rather than armor and unarmed, to ride forward. It would appear the earl has decided victory is impossible, at least for him, and fighting with only his hugely outnumbered castle garrison wasn't worth it.

Originally Posted by Trot

A youth of about 20 would ride out to meet the messanger. Edward Hastings was unsure as to why he had been selected to meet the herald, but he was determined to prove himself to the lords of the realm.

"Lord Glosucter demands your Lord stand down and turn himself over or join his force to ours, and march with us to see Woodville removed from the regency."

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The herald duly returns to Powis with Hastings' demand, which is relayed to the Earl of Tankerville. No immediate reply is sent forward, allowing Gloucester's army to march onward until they were all well within sight of the walls. Tankerville himself appears on those walls, to ask in the most commanding voice he could muster:

"What is this? My man tells me you've gathered forces to expel the Queen Mother from the regency! Why on God's green earth did you think I would join such an enterprise?"

**Lucius Malfoy** · August 24, 2017, 08:26 PM

Originally Posted by Barry Goldwater

Silence falls over White Castle for nearly a minute. Then, finally, slowly a white flag is raised over the battlements. The gates part to allow the Earl of Monmouth, looking entirely unhappy but dressed in courtly attire rather than armor and unarmed, to ride forward. It would appear the earl has decided victory is impossible, at least for him, and fighting with only his hugely outnumbered castle garrison wasn't worth it.

With the surrender of White Castle, and Lord Monmouth comfortably housed with the army, a scout reports the gathering of an army in Hampshire. Many thousands strong. Clarence looks a bit irritated at this news, already the Queen had suspected them of treason from the start and the Woodville allies were gathering. At least with Lord Monmouth, and hopefully Lord Tankerville, it will have weakened their armies to give the greater numbers to the Lords Appellant. With this known, a messenger rides off North to where the army of Gloucester was, bringing news of the gathering host.

**Trot** · August 24, 2017, 04:52 PM

"You have few options my Lord" the youth begins, "Either stand down and surrender or join your troops to ours. If you don't we have some 2000 men ready to storm the walls of your keep here." It would be twice that number if Clarence joined them before the assault was ready.

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**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 06:09 PM

Tankerville looked out from the walls, and found that Hastings was not exaggerating. There were easily two thousand soldiers here, a force twenty times or more as vast as his own. And they had cannons,

ing cannons! If he resisted, he, his household and Corwen's men together would still be no match - Powis was a strong castle, but against a force like this they'd probably only last a few minutes, a few hours if they were lucky. Certainly not enough to even slow down the rebels - he'd really be throwing his life away for nothing.

"If I yield, what assurance would I have that no harm will befall myself, my household and my lands?" Tankerville finally answered, gloomily and with much gritting of teeth. He could only hope Anthony would understand, and not wish he'd pointlessly died fighting to delay a much vaster rebel army for maybe a few hours instead.

**Trot** · August 24, 2017, 06:35 PM

Hastings pauses as though shocked by the question. Harming a man of noble station who had peacefully surrendered would make them no better than Woodville. Was that not the kind of tyranny they had mobilized to resist? He was still young yet not yet experienced enough to know the realities of war. Your station only protected you as far as your captors allowed it. Finally the youth spoke.

"We are not animals my Lord. You and your entire household will be treated with the honor and dignity befitting your station. Lord Gloucester will ensure it." Hastings did not see how they could march against Woodville and call her a tyrant if they acted no better than her.

**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 07:04 PM

The Duke of Gloucester, who had heard this exchange from his position a little ways behind Hastings, simply nods sternly to back up the younger man's words.

"Very well." Tankerville says at last, sighing and throwing his hands up in defeat. It was either take these men at their word and hope they kept it, or resist and die with absolutely no chance of mercy. He could only hope that these reborn Appellants hadn't forgotten that he and his family had served the Yorkists from the very beginning of the War of the Roses, even though they were of the blood of the last Lancastrian Duke of Gloucester. "I shall come out of Powis, unarmed, and expect you to keep your word. It does not appear I have much choice in the matter, regardless."

**Trot** · August 24, 2017, 08:07 PM

Hastings smiles, and turns returning to the Duke. The young man says, "My Lord Powys is yours." Together they turn and wait for the Lord of the keep to come out as agreed.

**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 08:30 PM

With Tankerville taken prisoner (comfortably, as per their terms), Gloucester's army made its way back to Worcester Castle. It was on their way there that they received Clarence's messenger, who is taken to Richard with all haste.

**Lucius Malfoy** · August 24, 2017, 08:32 PM

The messenger bows, reporting that the Duke of Clarence heard wind of a gathering of soldiers in Hampshire. He advises that the two armies regroup in his Gloucester lands and then march against the royal troops in Hampshire.

**Barry Goldwater** · August 24, 2017, 08:35 PM

"Well, well..." Gloucester said grimly once the messenger had relayed his brother's words. "I shall march to Gloucester itself then, and expect your liege to already be there by the time we arrive so that we may join our forces together. From there, we should take the fight to Woodville's minions. Let us put this bloody farce to an end, as quickly as possible."