File: MervVisual.jpg (106 KB, 736x1049)

106 KB JPG

Dramatis Personae:
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, 26, Our MC.
Ser Mervyn grew up the son of a bastard hedge knight who did not know his father and a blacksmiths daughter. After his mother passed at the age of 5, his father began travelling the westerlands to sell his sword to anyone who would hire him. Eventually, the man passed away to a pox when Mervyn was 17, but not before knighting his son. He than took his fathers horse and mule and travelled in the same way. Eventually, he heard of a tourney for a young maiden’s hand, he attended and won handily over many much nobler knights. He now serves the Lady of the House, Elleanor Reynold as her sworn shield.

>Alyssa Reynold, 18, Mervyn’s Wife
Alyssa is a pretty young girl, and mother to hers and Ser Mervyn’s infant son, Marqus. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient and occasionally jealous, and she has been reared to be a player in the game by her mother. While not considered beautiful as her elder sister might be, her red curls and sea green eyes certainly make her comely. She is gifted at weaving through the art of noble intrigue and has a knack for remembering heraldry and house history.

>Lord Titus Reynold, 46
Lord Titus was born Titus Lantell of Lannisport, and grew up to be a knight who swore his sword to the Lannisters. During the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion, he was commanded by Tywin Lannister to march with 300 men to confine the Lady Elleanor, then a maiden of 16 years, and prevent House Reynold from aiding the Reynes and Tarbecks in rebellion as a favour to her father, the late Lord Marqus. A relatively oafish man who cares not for the workings of his house, he is not without a degree of cunning and ultimately seeks to usurp his wife as the true head of the house.

>Lady Elleanor Reynold, 36
Lady Elleanor is a woman who remembers. Once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, she endured losing both her father and betrothed in the span of a year at the age of 16, and was subsequently married off to a lowly knight of Lannisport. She endured the dishonour, even providing 6 children to her husband, all in the memory of her father and Reynard. She is the true power in Ember Peak, and seeks to retain control of her house by any means necessary.

File: Alyssa Reynold.jpg (49 KB, 500x708)

49 KB JPG

--- 29/04/283 ---

A fresh winter storm had blown in from the north and snow was falling down from the sky and blanketing the ground in another layer of white. Your eyes tracked once particularly large flake that fell slowly before coming to close to the small fire you’d made and evaporating almost instantly in the flames. You huddled underneath your cloak as your eyes shifted from the fire, to Ser Austins sleeping form, to the darkness that surrounded you.

The two of you had circumvented no less than three parties of rebels hunting for loyalists south of the Trident, and the fourth one had gotten within striking distance not three days past. The fighting had been ferocious as you had cut your way free from the small group of infantry and you had ridden hard for the last three days to put distance between you. You had seen a huge number of men die at your own hand at the Battle of the Trident, and yet the smaller fighting that had taken place afterwards had been all the more personal and horrific.

Your hand idly scratched at your overgrown beard as you recalled the broken men who had sought to make off with your horse. The first man had died quickly but the second…

The second man you had both blinded and gutted before leaving him alive mewling for mercy and his mother. Ser Austin had been horrified and gave the man the mercy he was praying for and had tried to speak to you about it. You had only scowled and shaken your head as you mounted your horse and rode off. He was a good man you knew, but he was too honourable by half and at times he made you question yourself. On one hand you aspired to be like him, a man of honour and a true knight. On the other, you knew the true ways of the world and that the strong always took what they wanted from the weak. A knight was only as noble as the world let him be, and you were even less than that.

Faces had begun to plague your dreams once more and as such you had volunteered to stand the first watch to prevent them from haunting you. Your father had continued to mock you and threaten to tell the world your secret shame. Ser Samwell Serrett and his bastard daughter both gnashed their teeth and cursed your name. Your friend Sandor Hill had glared at you with hatred as his skinless face blamed you for his fate. The sudden crack of a tree branch brought you quickly back to reality as your hand went to your hammer. You were wearing only your gambeson in an attempt to keep the cold metal of your armour away from you and you silently cursed yourself for a fool as you whispered angrily for Ser Austin to awaken.

File: The_Pyre_Inspo 1.0.png (1.06 MB, 1300x500)

1.06 MB PNG

He stirred sleepily but was quickly on his feet with you as he realized the situation you were in. Out of the blackness small bulbs of orange light began to appear that you knew to be torches and you saw that they were growing larger quickly. You whirled about and saw the lights encircled you. By your estimation there were at least fifty men surrounding you and you heard the satisfying rasp of Ser Austins longsword leaving it’s scabbard as the two of you stood back to back to face these men.

You saw many of them were armed with simple spears and shields, but one in three were carrying crossbows that were being aimed at you with lethal intent. One man stood out in particular, clad in red plate with an open faced helm that had a crest of horsehair running from his forehead to the nape. He was a large man and stood at least six and a half feet tall before his crested helm and his shoulders were broad and thick. A greatsword was resting on one of his shoulders and his thick moustache bristled at you before he spoke.

“Dragon or stag?” His voice sounded like the rumbling of thunder. It was Austin who replied to the man with his distinctly noble sounding accent.

“I beg your pardon Ser?”

“Dragon? Or Stag? Which did you two fight for?”

“We fought at the Trident Ser, both of us are knights and of noble blood. I can assure you…”

“DRAGON?” The large knight shouted his interruption as his irritation began to show. “Or stag? Answer before I have my lads fill you full of quarrels like a winter goose.”

The greatsword came off his shoulder into a two handed grip as he bore his teeth. Had you been armoured in your plate you would have fancied your odds against the man but wearing only a gambeson and surrounded by nearly fifty additional soldiers. You shook your head as you considered the situation carefully. You watched one crossbowman warily as his finger seemed to toy with the trigger of his weapon and you spat contemptuously into the mud before turning to face their leader.

“Who’d you fight for? I don’t remember seeing you upon the Trident?” The man next to the knight bore a standard but in the darkness and torchlight it was difficult to make out the sigil that was sewn onto the fabric.

“You want a gut full of feathers? Dragon or stag? This is the last time I’ll ask.”

You ground your teeth and watched the large knight raise his arm to signal his men. “Alright lads….”

“WAIT!”

You took a sharp breath through your nose. The wrong answer could still mean death at worst and being taken prisoner at best, but dying was a certainty if you kept your silence. Your back straightened as you looked their leader in the eyes.

“We were dragon men.” You growled out the words, low and fierce. The knight in command didn’t react to that but only studied you for a moment in the glow of torches.

“It’s a dangerous time to be a dragon in these woods. Who’d you fight under?”

“We fought under the command of Lord Anders Yronwood of Dorne, with the heavy cavalry Ser.” The words were Austins.

“Yronwood…have the two of you names?”

“Aye. This is Ser Austin Osgrey, originally of Standfast, and I am Ser Mervyn Reynold of Ember Peak.”

His bushy eyebrows raised slightly at the mention of your name but he lets no other tells show. He snapped his fingers and his men started to tighten the circle surrounding you.

“Don’t put up a fight. You won’t win. You’ll be treated according to your station. Gather their horses, weapons and armour lads and don’t be lifting any of it or my father will see to it that you lose a hand.”

Two men clapped your wrists in irons along with Austins and each of you were flanked my two spearmen with a crossbowman behind you. Your captors marched at a brisk pace and their discipline showed as they marched in time with one another. It took only an hour before a square towerhouse began to fade into view despite the darkness. You were escorted through a low stone wall that was barely chest height and you heard the commotion of sheep and goats although the animals remained out of sight. The large man at the head of the column began to bark out orders once again.

“Keep a sharp eye out tonight. Three hour shifts. Jon, take the prisoners horses to the stable and see their looked after. Stoph, Carter, escort Osgrey inside and find him a room. Ensure there is a fire in his room and see he gets fed. Des, go on ahead and tell Esme to prepare my fathers solar. Ser Mervyn and I have much to speak of tonight.”

---

What served as the towerhouses solar was a small round room with a hearth on one side and a small glass window on the other. A round table stood in the centre of the room with four chairs in one of which you were seated. Above the fire place hung a banner of mustard yellow and upon it was sewn a red boars head with what looked like dyed wool. You propped your elbows on the table and found it uneven as it rocked with the sudden weight. Your captor then nearly burst through the door with little grace or decorum and sat across from you holding a piece of parchment and a horn of what you presumed was ale.

“I knew I’d heard that name before, Reynold. You have any relation to a Tygon Reynold?”

Your eyes shot upwards to meet the mans. It was an obvious tell but the shock of hearing Tygon’s name was overwhelming.

“I don’t make a habit of talking about what or who I know to strange men, especially those who clapped me in irons in the dead of night and have yet to tell me their name…”

“Ser Rustin Hogg of Sows Horn. That’d be this towerhouse in case you were wondering. Son and current Castellan of Ser Roger Hogg, the Knight of Sows Horn. That enough for or do you need my mothers name as well?” His words were curt and impatient and he rolled his fingers on the table as he stared at you.

“House Hogg…I don’t recall seeing your banners at the Trident.”

“My father and brother were there. They fought alongside our liege, Lord Symonn Hayford. They brought his body back to Hayford and that’s where they now wait. Now…how do you know Tygon Reynold?”

“He is my goodbrother, and heir to Ember Peak.”

“And who does he fight for?”

“The Westerlands I imagine.”

“The bloody Westerlands ain’t had a dog in this fight yet. So you tell me what I’m supposed to make of a letter like this…” He threw the piece of parchment at you in irritation and you picked it up with your chained hands and began to read.

File: househoggheraldry.png (42 KB, 280x331)

42 KB PNG

To the Knight of House Hogg, I, Tygon Reynold, have been informed of your loyalty towards the crown and King Aerys II Targaryen. The Westerlands have rallied behind Lord Tywin Lannister and have come to aid in the defense of King’s Landing. I have been given command of the vanguard and our way is blocked. A host of Stormlanders have laid siege to Steadhold which limits our hosts ability to reach King’s Landing unharried. I plan to lift the siege and open the gates to the west. If you are loyal men, send a raven or rider to Blacksaithe so we might break this Stormland host and strengthen the Crownlands against the rebel loyal to the rebel pretender, Robert Baratheon – Tygon Reynold

The seal at the bottom was the rising eagle of House Reynold in a deep red sealing wax. Combined with the flowery script and signature you knew this to be Tygon’s hand. Your jaw was nearly resting on the floor from your shock. The Westerlands were rising.

“Well?”

You struggled with your chains but managed to pull off the signet ring you wore on your ring finger of your left hand and tossed it to Ser Rustin.

“The seal is genuine, and I recognize the writing. That is Tygon’s hand Ser.”

“And you think the words are true as well do you? That the Westerlands have risen to join us?”

“I do.”

“We shall see. I trust you know your letters?” You nodded.

Ser Rustin Hogg barked out a shout to the closed door and a serving woman entered and promptly went to a desk to pull forth a small piece of parchment, quill, ink and wax. She placed them before him and he in turn stood so as to stand behind you and gaze over your shoulder. She moved it all in front of you and fetched a candle.

“You’ll write exactly as I say. Is that understood?”

“Do I have any other choice?”

“You can rot in a dungeon cell if you’d prefer…”

You picked up the quill by way of answer and dipped it into the acrid smelling ink.

“Tygon, I hold command of Sows Horn. I found the tower sacked after the Battle of the Trident, and have garrisoned the ruin with loyal men that remain to me and other survivors of the battle. I have one hundred men. We are ready to assist you…now sign your name.” You wrote no less than three copies of the letter and pressed your signet ring into the sealing wax. Ser Rustin gathered them up in his large and hairy hands.

“I suppose we’ll see where his loyalties truly lie Ser. We’ve no more ravens at Sows Horn but we do have strong riders. They’ll deliver these messages and when they return…well your fate depends on what they have to say. My father has written and informed me Hayford received a similar message.”

The room you were given was small, spartan, and infinitely more comfortable than sleeping out in the freezing hell hole that the Crownlands had become. You moved a small wooden stool to sit in front of the hearth and pulled out your locket to gaze at Alyssa’s visage. If Tygon was close you were that much closer to the answers about her you sought.
--- 10/05/283 ---

There was no window in your room but there was an arrow slit. You could see the winter winds howl outside as more and more snow fell to the ground to build great drifts across the land. It had been over a fortnight since you’d been brought to Sows Horn and when you heard a heavy handed knock on your door you nearly rose out of your seat from excitement. Ser Rustin entered the room, feet thumping against the floorboard from his heavy stride, before he turned to face you with his arms crossed.

“One of my men returned last night. He said that Tygon Reynold has commanded you to ride for Hayford to see if it still stands loyal as well, and if it does, that you abandon Sows Horn and aid Lord Hayford when the time comes to relieve Steadhold. My father has sent further word as well. A few knights claiming to hail from the Westerlands have made their way to Hayford. They claim a Ser Mervyn Reynold is their captain and that they are loyalists.”

It was good news and more good news. The fact that Tygon had come made you feel more reassured that House Targaryen could win this war, and that men of yours had survived lifted your spirits even further. It was the first bit of good news you’d had in months.

“You’re free to go. My father and liege are expecting you at Hayford. Even with the snows it should take you no more than a week. I will have you and Ser Austins horses saddled and prepared. My infantry will be leaving with you. There are two ways to reach Hayford. You may follow the game trail that leads through the forest or you can press through the open fields. My Captain can assist in finding your way through either one, even in this weather. The woods will take near twice as long, but you’ll be less likely to be spotted by rebels.”

--- How would you like to proceed? ---
>Through the wood (Takes twice as long at half the risk of combat)
>Through the open fields (Takes half the time but twice the risk of combat)

Endurance tests will be made each day to see how the winter storm affects Mervyn as well.

>>4441350
>Through the open fields (Takes half the time but twice the risk of combat)

Lets make a ride for it. Lest we die of the cold or hunger

>>4441350
>>Through the wood (Takes twice as long at half the risk of combat)

Forest will break the winds and hide us better than being in the field. Might be worth the extra time.

Also hi uncle Joe. Glad to see you back

>>4441350
>>Through the wood (Takes twice as long at half the risk of combat)

>>4441350
>Through the wood (Takes twice as long at half the risk of combat)

Glad to have you back, Joe!

>>4441397
Not only Joe but Father is also returning.

>>4441350
>Through the wood (Takes twice as long at half the risk of combat)

Fuck yeah, House Reynold is back!

>>4441341
It was surprising that you left no vote for us to pick between Stag and Dragon.

>>4441358
What ride? We'll be with a unit of infantry.


>>4441350
>Through the wood (Takes twice as long at half the risk of combat)
How are we doing in terms of injuries, Joe?

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d6 + 4)

The above number is how many days it takes to reach Hayford.

>>4441360
>>4441397
>>4441444
Glad to be back and have you all here!

>>4441401
The Seven are truly shining upon us!

>>4441444
I'd thought about giving you guys the option to say Dragon or Stag but ti would have just been a 50/50 guess to whom Ser Roger was loyal too. So instead I wrote up a nice long OP to get the ball rolling and set the tone to relieve Steadhold because I'll be damned if we don't get there in this thread.

In terms of health, injuries, and wounds Mervyn is sitting at full health.

>>4441463
I'll need 4d6 for endurance for the Hogg infantry as a unit, 4d6 for Ser Austin and 4d6 for Mervyn.

I'm spitballing this because the book doesn't say how to play effects of the cold without protection but I'm going to ask for an endurance test for every 2 days spent in this storm. so 3 tests starting at DC:9.

Can I get 4d6 for Endurance for the infantry, Austin and Mervyn respectively please.

Rolled 3, 2, 2, 1 = 8 (4d6)

>>4441468

>>4441468
Sorry, the core rulebook explains what to do when a character is unprepared and not dressed for the cold. It doesn't explain how to play it with a character who is prepared for it like Mervyn and Austin are with gambesons, woolen garb and heavy wolfskin cloaks.

Rolled 6, 4, 5, 5 = 20 (4d6)

>>4441468

Rolled 2, 6, 2, 6 = 16 (4d6)

>>4441468

>>4441470
Look like the infantry hasn't many luck.

>>4441470
Infantry takes -1D to awareness.

>>4441474
Ser Austin is fine.

>>4441482
Merv is fine.

Alright I'll also need 2d6 for Stealth to see if they get caught by an enemey patrol.

DC:6 for taking the wooded path

I'm also doing best of 1 for these first few tests just to get the ball rolling here. I'll specify when I'm taking Bo3

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d6)

>>4441503

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d6)

>>4441503

>>4441507
Whelp thats unfortunate.

First things first I'll need a single d6 that applies to the following...

1 - Green Raiders
2 - Veteran Infantry
3 - Trained Scouts
4 - Veteran Guerrillas
5 - Green Infantry
6 - Green Peasant Levy

I'll then take 4d6 (Bo3) for fighting please for the Hogg Infantry, and Mervyn's thunderous 9d6+1 (Bo3) (I'm trying out not using the3B for war trained mounts to see how the balance feels)

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4441522

Rolled 1, 4, 2, 5 = 12 (4d6)

>>4441522

Rolled 6, 1, 6, 2 = 15 (4d6)

>>4441522

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 3 = 12 (4d6)

>>4441522

>>4441522
RIP rustic bois

Rolled 3, 6, 4, 5, 1, 5, 4, 6, 3 + 1 = 38 (9d6 + 1)

>>4441522

Rolled 2, 4, 1, 1, 1, 1, 5, 2, 2 + 1 = 20 (9d6 + 1)

>>4441522

Rolled 5, 6, 4, 4, 6, 1, 2, 4, 4 + 1 = 37 (9d6 + 1)

>>4441522

The morning of the second day had proved an especially cold one. You’d woken wrapped up in your wolfskin clock next to the dying embers of a fire and the cold had still managed to sink it’s teeth into your bones. You rose and stamped your feet to get the blood flowing to them once more and had quickly disassembled your tent and placed it on the frame of your pack horses saddle.

The captain of the Hogg infantry, a commonborn named Jace, had informed you that a few men had had an ear go black in the night and one man would certainly be losing his nose but all in all there was little you could do. House Hogg was not a wealthy house and their equipment was ill suited for the winter weather. It made you all the more thankful for your cloaks as you braved the frigid conditions. The cold had dulled their senses and you were soon greeted by a breathless sentry informing you of a unit of enemy soldiers ahead. He said they were lightly armed and wore little to no armour and as such you bellowed out the commands for the infantry to arm themselves and get into formation.

Ser Austin and yourself quickly assisted one another in donning plate and mail and the two of you are soon mounted on your horses. You informed Jace that the two of you would flank the enemy once battle was joined and rode into the trees off the main road. The woods were deafeningly silent but the sound of screams and steel soon fill your ears. Digging into your spurs you burst forth from the underbrush in a cloud of white snow and mist. It became evidently clear that the enemy you were fighting were nothing more than smallfolk armed with hoes, pitchforks and knotted clubs. They didn’t even bear a uniform or sigil apart from a scrap of yellow fabric with a crudely drawn charcoal stag on it.

--- Veteran Hogg Infantry Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled: 15 vs DC: 6
Two Degrees of Success
4 Damage x 2 = 8 Damage
6 health – 8 Damage = -2 Health
Green Chyttering Peasant Levy Disorganized

--- Green Chyttering Peasant Levy Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled 5 vs DC: 9
Attack Failed

--- Ser Mervyn & Ser Austin Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled: 31 vs DC: 26
Two Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 2 = 10 Damage
-2 Health – 10 health = -12 Health
Green Chyttering Peasant Levy Routed

By the time you charged out of the trees the smallfolk were already faltering. They had no obvious captain so far as you could see and their lines were beginning to waver and bend. When knights clad in steel plate burst forth from the trees it was all they ran in every which direction like rats when exposed to torch light.

The Hogg Infantry were pressing forward using their spears and shields to great effect and you brought your hammer down in wide sweeping passes, not even deigning to look at the men you were killing. They were beneath you. You do see one mans face however and the look of horror in his eyes as a black clad knight rode him down seemed to be burned into your eyes. As you attempted to shake the image from your head Captain Jace pulled on Pyrite’s reins.

“Well done Ser. These weren’t no soldiers though. Little more than boys and old done men. We’d best press on towards Hayford. Hopefully that’s the last and worst we see of these damn rebel ‘fore we get there…

--- Can I get 4d6 for the Infantry, Austin and Mervyn please, followed by 2d6 for stealth. DC: 9 for the first three and 6 for the last ---

Rolled 5, 6, 2, 6 = 19 (4d6)

>>4441678

Rolled 5, 4, 4, 1 = 14 (4d6)

>>4441678

Rolled 5, 4, 2, 4 = 15 (4d6)

>>4441678

Rolled 3, 6, 6, 4 = 19 (4d6)

>>4441678

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d6)

>>4441678

>failed DC 6 TWICE
JUST

Nice. Looks like the boys decided to light some fires and kept everyone nice and warm!

>>4441704
But that likely brought a new enemy down on us. 1d6 please guys

1 - Green Raiders
2 - Veteran Infantry
3 - Trained Scouts
4 - Veteran Guerrillas
5 - Elite Cavalry
6 - Trained Scouts

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>4441721

>>4441728
Trained Scouts. It could definitely be worse.

Can I get 3d6 for agility please to see who goes first? Scouts rolled 11.

Rolled 5, 3, 5 = 13 (3d6)

>>4441737

Alright and now I'll need 4d6 (Bo3) and 9d6+1 (Bo3) for fighting please and thank you

Rolled 2, 6, 2, 1 = 11 (4d6)

>>4441742

Rolled 1, 3, 5, 4 = 13 (4d6)

>>4441742

Rolled 1, 2, 4, 5 = 12 (4d6)

>>4441742

Rolled 1, 4, 6, 4, 1, 2, 5, 1, 4 + 1 = 29 (9d6 + 1)

>>4441742

Rolled 6, 5, 3, 4, 2, 3, 1, 2, 4 + 1 = 31 (9d6 + 1)

>>4441742

Rolled 5, 1, 6, 2, 3, 5, 4, 6, 1 + 1 = 34 (9d6 + 1)

>>4441742

Did Uncle Joe get his cigarettes?

The snows had let up and you had made good time following your encounter with the peasant levy. You’d made such good time in fact that there had been time enough to set up a proper camp and ensure that your allies had sufficient time and wood to build roaring fires to prevent them from suffering the worst effects from the cold. Your evening had been spent sitting on a log with your hands pressed towards the flames. As much as the flames warmed you and the company of men made good conversation you had the sinking and eerie feeling that you were being watched.

You’d informed Captain Jace to ensure that the sentries were to patrol in pairs, and come morning more than a few men were whispering of feeling watched during the night. They were proven correct in their suspicions as you were attempting to make camp on the fourth day. A volley of stones came loose from the trees and rattled off of helms and shields. One caught you in the meat of your arm and you cursed in pain. There was no time to dress in your plate but you had time to strap your heater shield to your arm and you joined the line of infantrymen as they surged into the trees…

--- Veteran Hogg Infantry Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled: 13 vs DC: 7
Two Degrees of Success
4 Damage x 2 = 8 Damage
8 Damage – 2 Armour = 6 Damage
9 health – 6 Damage = 3 Health

--- Trained Harclay Scouts Marksmanship Attack I ---
Rolled 11 vs DC: 9
One Degree of Success
1 Damage x 1 – 4 Armour = -3 Damage
9 Health - -3 Health = 9 Health

--- Ser Mervyn & Ser Austin Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled: 30 vs DC: 27
One Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 1 = 5 Damage
5 Damage – 2 Armour = 3 Damage
3 Health – 3 damage = 0 Health
Trained Harclay Scouts Disorganized

--- Trained Harclay Scouts Rally Order ---
Rolled 11 vs DC: 9
Trained Harclay Scouts Rallied

Together you ventured into the trees in search of your enemy. What you found were savage looking northmen clad in furs and little else. They fled before your better armed and armoured men and but the snow was turning against them. Bloody spears and battered shields were their reward for their attempt at an attack.

You brought your hammer down on a young mans unprotected skull and felt it give with a crunch. You buried the point of your shield in another mans chest and delivered a contemptuous kick towards his knee. His screams were cut short when the spike of your hammer tore out his throat.

The pressure seemed to relieve itself as the northmen pulled back but the safety of the trees seemed to give them courage and the fight resumed once more with vigor…

--- I'll take 4d6 for the Infantry and 8d6+1 for Mervyn please ---

Rolled 2, 5, 5, 2 = 14 (4d6)

>>4442254
Joe are you a fellow Aussie with that time schedule?

Rolled 6, 4, 6, 1 = 17 (4d6)

>>4442254

Rolled 5, 1, 1, 3, 1, 5, 6, 1 + 1 = 24 (8d6 + 1)

>>4442254

Rolled 4, 6, 3, 1, 4, 4, 4, 4 + 1 = 31 (8d6 + 1)

>>4442254

Oh damn I missed the return, welcome back Joe.

Rolled 4, 5, 5, 5 = 19 (4d6)

>>4442254

Rolled 1, 3, 4, 3, 1, 1, 2, 5 + 1 = 21 (8d6 + 1)

>>4442254

Good to have you back Joe

>>4442289
Nah I'm a canuck. Just currently working with a weird time schedule.

Some good rolling there though for the infantry, but Mervyn came up short.

And so heres the deal. I'm doing a long haul drive today that will likely take me about 14 hours so I obviously won't be able to post until later tonight so in the mean time I have a vote/discussion for you guys.

The Siege of Steadhold is coming up quickly. It'll likely take place either tomorrow or thursday and I've been considering offering a POV shift for a while. So, when that battle arrives, who would you guys like to play as?

>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem

Anyhow, hope to give you all an update tonight.

>>4442543
>>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem

>>4442543
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
Rip and tear!

>>4442543
>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

>>4442543
Oh man oh boy I really can't decide

>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action
We'd get to see Tygon in action and his relatively detached perspective as a commander

>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
Mervyn is always just a murderous enjoyment to see brutalising poor barstards.

>>4442543
Oh glad that you give us time to choose because it is hard. Would love to see Tygon being all heroic and stuff or monster Mervyn in Kings Landing.

>>4442563
I could be wrong, but I was assuming this was just for Steadhold. I'd change my vote if it were for King's Landing too.

>>4442570
Why on earth would Mervyn sack Steadhold ?

His best pal in the whole world lives there

>>4442572
You may want to give this a reread: >>4441348
This is for the Siege of Steadhold. There are Stormlanders surrounding Steadhold right now. We are moving in to break the siege.

>>4442575
Well shit. I got that wrong. My bad.

>>4442543
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem

>>4442543
Uh, may be worth using our lucky reroll? Or maybe not. DC seems pretty high.

Also can't really toss away a chance at a POV change.
>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

>>4442543
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
His friendship with Pastorn is too personal to skip.

>>4442543
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
Who were the Harclays again? That OC northern house that you've been planning?

>>4442543
>>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

>>4442543
>>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

>>4442543
>>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
In Kings Landing?

Halfway home!

I also figured that I should take the time to clarify somethings. There are three major "battles" in the near future. The Lifting of the Siege of Steadhold, the Sack of Steadhold, and the Sack of Kings Landing. This POV shift is for lifting the siege, and lifting the siege alone.

And to assuage any worries about missing out on any of them, yes, there will be options to allow for Mervyn to be present through all three of them (to an extent).

>>4442642
House Harclay are one of the mountain clans of the north that function more like a clan. The OC Northern house is House Larch, which I still really do hope to run one day. But we have a lot more Reynold to do still so it's on the back burner for at least another year or so. Anyways, see you all in another 7 or 8 hours!

>>4443033
Hey joe are you a trucker? That would explain the weird hours and long drives.

File: husband01-1.jpg (76 KB, 1365x1024)

76 KB JPG

>>4443131
>highway breeze on your face
it's good to be joe

Joe Elon Musk is coming for your job.

>>4442543
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
Time for raep

>>4443235
Trucker Joe.

>>4443291
This is Steadhold m8, we're the saviours here, no raping.

>>4443296
Oh yeah. I misread.
Changing >>4443291
>>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

>>4442543
>>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem

>>4442543
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, murder and mayhem
Murdeeeeer!

>>4442543
>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

>>4443131
>>4443235
>>4443238
Well a little blog post about me I guess. It's not my day job, but the industry I work in is volatile, and because my regular job requires me to have it, I have the necessary licence to do it in Canada, so with Covid and what not I do the odd run for a friend who owns a trucking company. So yeah. I like it. Lots of time to think up plot points for quests

I am bagged though so I'm going to hit the hay and I'll have an update up tomorrow morning.

I'll leave the vote for the POV open until tomorrow to give the eurofriends and ozzies a chance to vote. See you all in 8-10 hours!

>>4442543
>>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action

Switched from >>4442637 to >>4443505 given that we'll still have an opportunity for Mervyn's perspective at Steadhold next.

Well that was a lovely sleep.

Ser Mervyn Reynold - 7
>>4442545
>>4442546
>>4442576
>>4442642
>>4442960
>>4443323
>>4443346

Tygon Reynold - 7
>>4442547
>>4442602
>>4442829
>>4442882
>>4443298
>>4443468
>>4443505

Currently stuck in a tie. I'll leave it open until I have the next update written. If theres no tie breaker by then I'll roll a d6 for it. Anywhores, writing!

>>4443838
>Tygon Reynold
We've done a bunch of murdering at the Trident, it'll be nice to mix it up with some leading

--- Veteran Hogg Infantry Fighting Attack II ---
Rolled: 19 vs DC: 7
Three Degrees of Success
4 Damage x 3 = 12 Damage
12 Damage – 2 Armour = 10 Damage
9 health – 10 Damage = -1 Health
Trained Harclay Scouts Disorganized

--- Trained Harclay Scouts Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled 9 vs DC: 9
One Degree of Success
2 Damage x 1 = 2 Damage
2 Damage – 4 Armour = -2 Damage
9 Health - -3 Health = 9 Health

--- Ser Mervyn & Ser Austin Fighting Attack I ---
Rolled: 23 vs DC: 27
Attack Failed

--- Trained Harclay Scouts Rally Order ---
Rolled 8 vs DC: 12
Result: Trained Harclay Scouts stay Disorganized

Once the scouts had been caught and forced to bring their arms to bare the fight began to shift drastically. The Knight of Sows Horn had ensured that his men were trained well and they began to methodically form lines from which to lunge out of with their spears. Musty furs may have protected the hairy northerners from the cold but they proved insufficient to protect them from cold steel.

Captain Jace roared orders to keep formation along with encouraging orders for his men and you were quick to join them. You soon found yourself surrounded by the skirmishing scouts. With men at your every side and no armour to protect your back you found yourself circling and eyeing them warily in a manner not dissimilar to how a pack of wolves might surround a bear. Whenever you lunged outwards to strike a blow two men would attempt to strike your back and force you to whirl around with your shield to defend.

The scouts were losing their stomach for the fight however, and even as their leader called for them to rally and form up it was all the man could do to prevent them from scattering into the trees…

I'll need 4d6 for the Hogg Infantry and 8d6+1 for Mervyn please and thank you.

>>4443842
Well that was fast. Perfect. I'll have to get his character sheet ready.

Rolled 1, 6, 6, 3 = 16 (4d6)

>>4443878

Rolled 6, 1, 4, 2 = 13 (4d6)

>>4443878

Rolled 2, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 5, 6 + 1 = 21 (8d6 + 1)

>>4443878

Rolled 1, 3, 6, 1 = 11 (4d6)

>>4443878

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 3, 5, 2, 5, 2 + 1 = 26 (8d6 + 1)

>>4443878

Rolled 2, 4, 6, 1, 3, 1, 3, 5 + 1 = 26 (8d6 + 1)

>>4443878

>>4443878
Order the infantry to loot anything warm for themselves after the battle is over, if there is enough left for a hundred.

--- Veteran Hogg Infantry Fighting Attack III ---
Rolled: 16 vs DC: 7
Two Degrees of Success
4 Damage x 2 = 8 Damage
8 Damage – 2 Armour = 6 Damage
0 health – 6 Damage = -6 Health
Trained Harclay Scouts Routed

--- Trained Harclay Scouts Fighting Attack II ---
Rolled 4 vs DC: 9
Attack Failed

--- Ser Mervyn & Ser Austin Fighting Attack III ---
Rolled: 22 vs DC: 27
Attack Failed

Scouts had their uses you knew. Gathering information and harassing enemy baggage trains, ensuring that the enemy didn’t sleep and predicting their movements. When it came down to actual fighting however they simply could not hold up to the honest infantryman. Men were falling before their relentless push and all of a sudden the scouts were fleeing. Some threw down their weapons as they fled, other gripped them tightly in their hands but all of them ran.

Captain Jace’s infantry were too disciplined to give proper chase without receiving such an order and it didn’t take long until the surviving scouts had disappeared into the snow covered forests. You’d estimated that four of every five of the scouts lay dead or dying.

“Captain Jace, have your men search these northerners. Cloaks, food, steel, coin. Take anything they can find.”

“Aye Ser.”

They quickly began to search the bodies and dispatching the dead but you were called over to one particular man who wore a silver ring in the shape of a crescent moon on his finger. He had a hole in his stomach where a spear had gone through him as he fled and was coughing up blood.

“Figured you might want to speak with this one Ser. Seems he was there leader.”

The man spat a gobbet of blood onto your boots and gave you a contemptuous look of hatred.

“I ain’t tellin’ you southron bastard a fuckin’ thing.”

Captain Jace and yourself exchanged a look that said otherwise, but Ser Austin Osgrey spoke up speaking against the idea of torture.

“It would be against the code of chivalry Ser. Besides, torture gets a man the truth he wants to hear, not the truth as it is…”

--- How to go about this? ---
>Kill the man cleanly
>Interrogate him (Intimidation)
>Torture him yourself
>Have Captain Jace torture him as he wasn't a knight

>>4443956
>Interrogate him (Intimidation)

>>4443956
>Interrogate him (Intimidation)

>>4443956
>Interrogate him (Intimidation)
>Torture him yourself

>>4443956
>Interrogate him (Intimidation)
They were definitely a part of a larger force and well scouting. Get some answers and disregard Austin, we aren't in a position to be chivalrous.

>>4443956
>Interrogate him (Intimidation)

>>4443956
>Torture him yourself

Alright can I get 4d6 for intimidation please? DC: 15

Rolled 5, 3, 5, 3 = 16 (4d6)

>>4443983

Rolled 4, 3, 3, 5 = 15 (4d6)

>>4443983

Rolled 1, 3, 1, 1 = 6 (4d6)

>>4443983

>>4443986
13

>>4443989
12

>>4443990
Maximum of 10 even with attractive.

Well, from here would you guys like to torture the guy? I'll allow you guys three questions and he'll answer at least one of them truthfully. You guys will have to judge whats a lie and whats a truth because torture can be a tricky thing to do properly.

--- Torture him? ---
>yay
>nay

--- If yay, what would you like to ask? ---

Rolled 2, 6, 4, 5 = 17 (4d6)

>>4443983

>>4443996
Guess we will have to break a few fingers
>yay

>>4443996
>yay

>>4443996
>>nay
Only when we don't think he is truthfull.

>>4443996
>yay
Time to seperate some nails

>>4443996
>nay
What do we even want to know?

>>4444005
how many there are out there, where they are and which way they are going

>>4443996
>>yay

>>4443996
>Nay

>>4443996
>yay

>>4443996
>>yay

>>4444006
Are these good enough questions for everyone? If not, please throw out some suggestions. I'll be back in 20 minutes to call it.

>>4444017
>>4444006
Pretty much what I want to know as well. Who the leader is as well.

You knelt down into the pink, blood stained snow and grabbed the mans collar in your fist and jerked him upwards towards you. His eyes met your own and you let him see just how empty of mercy they could be.

“Tell me have you heard of House Umber?”

“Every boy north of the Necks ‘eard of House Umber. Some ‘o’ the clans swear themselves ta Last Hearth.”

“Perhaps you’ve heard how a man slew no less than three of them at the Battle of the Trident?”

“Oh aye. Ol’ Mors boys. They met their end honourably to some man they’re calling the “Giantslayer”.

“I’m said man. And unless you’d like to end up the same way as them I’d suggest you start talking…”

--- Ser Mervyn Reynolds Persuasion (Intimidate) Test ---
Rolled 13 vs DC: 15
Result: Test Failed

The man barked out a laugh. Pink spittle came forth from his lungs and he wheezed as he tried to catch his breath.

“Ran from the Trident like a coward did ya? Only reason you could be here today if you’re even telling the truth. Elsewise Lord Jon would have ripped your guts out through yer ass and fed them to ya. Besides, it ain’t like you’re going to fix the whole in my gut. I’m near as dead anyways…”

His cough like laughter fills your ears once again and you can feel your heart quicken and anger brings a flush of red to your face.

“Austin. If you have a problem with getting answers you are free to leave.”

“Ser you cannot mean to torture this man. It is an affront to the faith.”

“The faith should concern themselves with those who worship the Seven.”

“Ser I…” You stood abruptly to interrupt him.

“AUSTIN! WE HAVE ENCOUNTED TWO PATROLS ALREADY! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE COME ACROSS A THIRD? OR TWO AT A TIME? OR A UNIT OF CAVALRY?”

He gawps at you wordlessly and you turned your back on him to focus back on the Harclay man.

“How many other men are there in these woods?”

Silence.

“That many? Where are they? North? South?”

The man looked like he might speak but instead only coughed.

“Where are they going?”

Nothing. Your patience ran dry and you took two fingers and stuck them inside the wound in the mans stomach as you poked about his innards. The man screamed in agony and was quick to beg for mercy, but when you stopped to ask the man your questions again he reverted back to his silence and refused to answer your questions. You carefully unbuttoned your sleeve and rolled it up to your elbow before forcing your hand inside the mans stomach cavity. He thrashed, screamed and cursed. He gnashed his teeth and pulled her hair and threw half fisted punches at you but you found a grip on some organ and clenched.

“You want this to stop? Answer my fucking questions. How many men are in these woods?”

“TWO HUNDRED! GUERILLAS AND SCOUTS! PLEASE! MERCY! STOP!”

“Where?”

“NORTH! BOTH ARE NORTH OF HERE!

“Where are they going?”

“PLEASE STOP! MERCY SER! MERCY!”

“Where are they going?” You asked the words calmly as you stared at the man with cold and unblinking eyes.

“SOUTH! THEY ARE HEADING TOWARDS KINGS LANDING! GATHERING INFORMATION ON WHAT CASTLES ARE GARRISONED!”

You stared at the man for a moment before you let go of his internal organs and pulled your hand free. It was covered in blood and crimson red droplets fell from your fingers that you wiped on the mans furs...

“Should we give him mercy Ser?”

Captain Jace had unsheathed a cruel looking dagger from his belt and looked ready to do the deed but you paused for a moment before giving your order…

--- Give the Harclay man the gift of mercy? ---
>Yay, he had told you what you wanted and had earned as much
>Nay, you still wanted revenge for what had happened to Ser Sandor Hill and this was just the start

>>4444085
>Nay, you still wanted revenge for what had happened to Ser Sandor Hill and this was just the start

>>4444085
>Yay, he had told you what you wanted and had earned as much

>>4444085
>>Nay, you still wanted revenge for what had happened to Ser Sandor Hill and this was just the start
Brutal

>>4444085
>>Yay, he had told you what you wanted and had earned as much
For the sake of not burning bridges with Austin as much as anything else. No need for pointless edgefaggotry.

>>4444085
>>Yay, he had told you what you wanted and had earned as much
Lets just let the man die now.

Btw, are we going south-east?

>>4444101
We probably should

>>4444085
>>Yay, he had told you what you wanted and had earned as much

>>4444085
>>Yay, he had told you what you wanted and had earned as much

That looks like a yay to me.

>>4444101
We are indeed heading south-east towards Castle Hayford.

Alright I'll need 2d6 for Stealth please. DC: 6

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d6)

>>4444115

>>4444117
Nice. Well no more fighting between here and Hayford.

I'll take three 4d6 for endurance for the infantry, Ser Austin and Ser Mervyn. DC: 15

Rolled 2, 4, 3, 2 = 11 (4d6)

>>4444131

Rolled 3, 4, 3, 2 = 12 (4d6)

>>4444131

Rolled 6, 2, 4, 3 = 15 (4d6)

>>4444131

Well looks like the infantry suffered, Ser Austin has lost an ear but Mervyn somehow pulled through by the skin of his teeth.

Writing!

>>4444157
>Ser Austin has lost an ear
Fucking hell! Shouldn't he have some kind of padded helm under his plate?

File: 1_MzqQm_K3sdO8RFibufJJBA.jpg (67 KB, 750x515)

67 KB JPG

>>4444157
>Ser Austin has lost an ear

File: frostbittenear.jpg (12 KB, 360x240)

12 KB JPG

“Do it. We’ll march through the night. I want to be rid of this place.”

You turned to leave Jace to the butchers work and returned to your half-erected tent and began to pack it away on your donkey. The march through the night had proved a cold and difficult one but march you did. The morning sun had begun to poke it’s rays through the bare branches of the trees and you kept your face buried in your wolf skin. Your feet felt frozen and you clenched your fists and smashed them into your thighs to try and drive some warmth into them. Three men had had fingers go black in the night, and four had lost an ear. One especially unlucky man had lost both of them to the biting cold but you pressed on towards Hayford.

--- 16/05/283 ---

Jace had assured you that you would reach Hayford by midday tomorrow. You had been tempted to press on and reach the safety of it’s walls and hearths, but Austin Osgrey’s left ear had blackened from the cold and you had ordered the men to set up camp and you had seen to Austin personally.

He wore the padded coif that he would normally wear under his helm, and over that was a thick woolen scarf and the wolfskin cloak of the Loyal Reins was about his shoulders but he had still fallen victim of the storm. You hadn’t been unaffected yourself and your lips were cracked and raw and your skin felt like the desert of Dorne. Watching your lieutenant as he unwound his scarf and removed his coif you sucked your teeth. The edges of his ear were stiff, purple and black. He brought his hand around it and cupped it to try and bring some warmth back into it but did so too tightly and you heard a sickening crunch as a small piece of icy flesh fell to the ground. Ser Austin’s eyes went wide but seemed otherwise unaffected.

“That’s going to hurt like a bastard when you warm up Austin.”

“I…I can’t…it doesn’t hurt at all. Theres no feeling in it.”

“We’ll be in Hayford tomorrow. A maester will look at. Hopefully some of it can be saved.”

A grimace was all the answer you received…

--- 17/05/283 ---

The green and gold fretty hung from Hayfords walls on either side of it’s gatehouse. When Jace flew the Hogg banner the portcullis was raised without even a question. Men were ushered into the main yard and through to the great hall with some urgency to get them out of the cold.

Inside you found all of the hearths roaring and the trestle tables were laden with food. Hot stews and fresh breads were the least of the numerous dishes that were set about the tables. Your stomach ached with hunger and your legs were stiff from the cold and days of hard riding but you could not rest quite yet. Instead you approached the high bench where Captain Jace was kneeling before the Lord of Hayford and a man who looked like the splitting imagine of Ser Rustin, only a lifetime of feasting and fighting later. When they were done you approached the bench you were stopped by a guard.

“You approach the high bench of Lord Winston Hayford. Who are you?”

“I am Ser Mervyn Reynold of Ember Peak. I’ve been sent here by Ser Rustin Hogg along with his infantry.”

The Lord of Hayford was a large and powerful looking man. He had wide set shoulders and a thick bullneck and he studied you with dark green eyes that reminded you of late summer grass. He beckoned you closer to the high table and you approached in kind.

“Ser Rustin sent a rider ahead of you. So it’s true then what this “Tygon Reynold” writes us? That the Westerlands have risen, Steadhold is under siege and he means to lift it?”

“I have not spoken with him milord, but I believe it. He was meant to join me fighting the Reach but was waylaid. House Reynold remains loyal.”

“Perhaps if the Westerlands had risen sooner my uncle and cousin might still be alive.”

The words had come from a young man who looked nearly twenty. He had his fathers look about him but was of a leaner build. Lord Winston hushed him with a verbal reproach.

“Samuel mind your tongue. You bring shame upon Watsons name. Ser Mervyn, forgive my son. He is young and…hot blooded. If you would care to join me in my solar, we can speak more privately about what is to be done.”

--- Accept the offer? ---
>Yay
>Nay

--- If Yay, one immediate other focus ---
>Ser Austin and his frostbitten ear
>The other Westerland knights who were supposedly here
>Something Else (Specify)

If nay, we'll deal with both of them

>>4444314
>>Yay
>Ser Austin and his frostbitten ear

>>4444314
>Yay


>Ser Austin and his frostbitten ear

>>4444314
>Yay
What's a good reason not to join?

>Ser Austin and his frostbitten ear

>>4444314
>>Yay
>Ser Austin and his frostbitten ear

>>4444314
>Yay
>Ser Austin and his frostbitten ear

Easy enough to call that. I'll try to get a post up soon but I have some plans tonight so if it's not up within an hour or two, it'll be up later tonight.

>>4444353
I lied. I need 3d6 for convince. DC: 12

Rolled 4, 5, 2 = 11 (3d6)

>>4444353

Rolled 4, 2, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>4444378

Rolled 4, 2, 1 = 7 (3d6)

>>4444378
welp time to fail.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4444413
Well lets see if attractive does anything

>>4444414
It does!

Mervyn is half-frozen to death but is still so damn attractive

>>4444414
Well I'll be damned. Look at that.

>>4444414
He's gay!

>>4444470
mega gay

“I’d be glad to milord, but I have a man in need of a maesters care. The cold threatens to take his ear.”

“Him and many others according to Jace.”

“Ser Roger…”

Ser Roger Hogg had spoken first and Lord Winston and admonished him gently.

“Ser Mervyn, while Ser Roger may speak out of turn, he does speak the truth. This winter storm has taken much from many. Why is your man of such importance that he must be seen so urgently?”

“He is both a man of noble blood and a knight. He is the cousin to the Knight of Standfast as well. As it stands, at least part of his ear could be saved.”

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 12 vs DC: 12
Result: One Degree of Success

Lord Winston gave a hailed a passing serving man promptly.

“Joren, please go and see Maester Coulson. Inform him he is to place the treatment of…I apologize Ser Mervyn what was your mans name?”

“Ser Austin Osgrey.”

“Inform Maester Coulson that he is to place the treatment of Ser Austin Osgrey at the top of his priorities. Thank you.”

The man bowed his head and shrunk away immediately to see to the command while you followed Lord Winston and Ser Roger to the solar. It was not the most lavish you’d seen but it was still a comfortable and snug room. The fire was burning and you could see the snow continuing to fall outside the windows. After everyone was seated, Ser Roger began the discussion in what you took typical Hogg brusqueness.

“This Tygon has informed us he leads a vanguard of nearly six hundred men. His scouts say that nearly two thousand men have laid siege to Steadhold, and are threatening to break through her curtain wall. House Hayford and House Hogg can must another six hundred but it still leaves us at a disadvantage.”

“Ser Roger tells it true Ser Mervyn. He informs us that if we wish to lift the siege and open the Crownlands to the western host, we are to march on them immediately. He says that we are to fly our standards high and draw their attention away from Steadhold herself. Once battle is joined, his forces will cross the Blackbridge and take the Stormlanders in the rear, along with the garrison of Steadhold.”

“Damnable plan as I see it. Relies too much on timing and surprise. Besides, Steadhold is a strong castle. Let winter set in to the Stormlanders and see if they enjoy the taste of winter.”

“Loyalty binds Us, Ser Roger. I will not allow Esmella’s home to be put to the torch. I am honour bound to aid House Malroy but I also share Ser Roger’s apprehensions. Not only would our forces still be outnumbered, I am the third Lord Hayford in as many months, and I worry for her future should I march. My eldest son, Samuel, will wish to join us I am certain. My younger son Wesley will as well despite him being only a squire.”

The mans questions were valid ones you knew. Having the larger numbers was often a good indicator of success. You were reminded of the Battle for the Auric Hills and how Ser Samwell Serrett had defeated Tygon with the addition of mere peasant levies. Additionally, the line of succession was something most noble houses took as seriously as the grave and would understandably make any Lord feel hesitant of joining battle, especially one as precarious as the one Tygon suggested.

--- What issues to talk about first? ---
>The line of succession for Hayford
>How to bolster your numbers
>The tactics themselves

>>4444500
>The tactics themselves

>>4444500
>>How to bolster your numbers

>>4444500
>How to bolster your numbers

>>4444500
>The tactics themselves

>>4444500
>How to bolster your numbers

>>4444500
>>The tactics themselves

>>4444500
>How to bolster your numbers

>>4444500
>The tactics themselves

>>4444500
>How to bolster your numbers

>>4444500
Shit, everything starts coming together for Steadhold and for Malroys.

>How to bolster your numbers

>>4444500
>How to bolster your numbers

>>4441401
>>4441463
Does Father mean to run or is he just here to dunk on uppity anons?

>>4444987
Seems like he wish to do a one shot first to get into things.

>>4444500
>>The tactics themselves

>>4442543
>Tygon Reynold, commanding the action
I’m guessing we’d still roll for Merv and his unit but the battle would be described from Tyson’s view?

>>4444500
>How to bolster your numbers
Also be good to know the composition of the units we’d be taking. Prob a chance to at least ask after our men that have arrived.

How far from here to Steadhold? Will we need to roll for battles along the way?

>>4444987
Check his twitter. He seems to be getting things organized for a run.

>>4445067
It won't be quite the same as travelling with the Hogg Infantry to Hayford. You will have to roll for scouts and what not harrying your forces though however. They might knock some units own a training level or two. And it'll take the host roughly two or three weeks to travel to Steadhold.

And looks like we are going to want to talk about getting some more men first. Writing

“Are there no loyal men in the Crownlands who can send men to aid us?”

Lord Winston grimaced as he scratched at his chin. You could hear his finger nails run over the stubble as his other hand drummed on the table.

“Most of our castles are empty Ser Mervyn. Many sent the full compliment of their soldiers north to the Trident, and other have their men protecting their towns and villages.”

“Not to mention that old rivalries exist here like everywhere else. House Thorne might have the men but I’d wager they would not raise so much as a finger to help House Malroy. Old enmities run deep. The Blounts will not come out of their castle until the fighting is done and House Chelsted is on the wrong side of the river.” Ser Roger crossed his arms and let his words hang heavy in the air.

“That is true as well Ser Mervyn. I fear that we may largely be alone in this…”

“Could you not raise your smallfolk into levies?”

Lord Winston gawps at the suggestion and Ser Roger harrumphs derisively.

“I’ve seen their worth before in my time milords. Sometimes numbers can be the deciding difference in a battle, even if they are like to break in a stiff wind.”

“That might be true, but our smallfolk have suffered from this damn second winter. You might not find as many able-bodied men as you might hope.”

“This idea concerns me as well Ser Mervyn. Hayford has already given as much as she is able.”

--- How to proceed? ---
>Try to convince Lord Winston and Ser Roger to raise their peasant levies
>Make do with the men you have
>Something else (Write in)

>>4445282
>>Make do with the men you have

>>4445282
>Make do with the men you have

>>4445282
>Make do with the men you have

>>4445282
>Make do with the men you have

Best I have is to raise them anyway, have them sit on their arses back in the woods, and raise a general ruckus blowing horns and the like. Make it at least seem like there is a greater host coming down than there really is, even if they're not expected to do much real fighting.

“I suppose we’ll make do with what men we have.”

“We? And how many men have you brought with you? I count a single man.”

“Ser Rustin informed me that some westermen had made their way to Hayford. These will be my men.”

“Ser Mervyn, I will show you to these men once we are done here. Ser Roger, please hold your tongue. Ser Mervyn please forgive me.”

You nodded by way of forgiveness and Lord Winston stood and retrieved a map and placed it out on the table, smoothing out the folds in the vellum and putting stone weights on the corners. It was an intricate map of the crownlands and he pointed at Steadhold with a meaty finger.

“Steadhold is a weeks journey along the road in good weather, Nearly double that with a host of men who must needs make camp every night. I would estimate that with this foul weather it will take us nearly three weeks to reach it. Hayford’s stores and granaries have ample food and provisions for such a journey but once we get there…I worry about this Tygon’s plans.”

“He wants to use us as bait. Bloody madness.”

“Tygon writes us that you are his man, and an adequate leader of men. What do you make of the situation Ser?”

Tokens and markers were placed out before you and your hand reached out to move them into place…

--- Tygon Reynolds Battle Plan ---
Step 1 – Get both forces into position on either side of Steadhold
Step 2 – Have House Hayford and Hogg forces emerge on the wall to draw the enemys attention
Step 3 – Once battle is joined, the Westerlands will take the Blackbridge and inner wall
Step 4 – With Steadhold relatively secure, the Western Van and Steadhold Garrison will march out to attack the rear of the Stormlanders

--- Westermen Forces - 740 men - ---
Reynold 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry
Reynold Longbowmen – Trained Archers
The Knights of Silver – Veteran Cavalry (House Serrett)
The Rivalless – Elite Cavalry (House Serrett)
Serrett 1st Infantry – Trained Infantry
Drox 1st Infantry – Trained Infantry
Drox 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry
Drox 1st Crossbowmen – Veteran Crossbowmen
Drox 2nd Crossbowmen – Veteran Crossbowmen

--- House Hayford and Hogg Forces – 540 - ---
Hayford 1st Infantry – Veteran Infantry
Hayford 2nd Infantry – Green Infantry
Hayford Lowbowmen – Trained Archers
Hogg 1st Infantry – Veteran Infantry
Hogg 1st Crossbowmen – Trained Crossbowmen
Hogg Heavy Cavalry – Veteran Cavalry
The Loyal Reins – Elite+1 Cavalry

--- House Malroy Forces – 300 - ---
Steadhold Garrison – Trained Garrison
Steadhold 1st Archers – Trained Archers
Steadhold 1st Infantry – Green Infantry

--- Stormland Forces – EST. 1800 men ---

Discussion time. Any thoughts, criticisms and/or ideas are welcome for Merv to suggest.

>>4445420
Just a thought: given the high amount of enemy troops I suspect their quality is lower than that of the loyalist force. Take our cavalry for example, twenty knights of the Loyal Reins can easy cut through a unit of 100. Assuming that we can get it to full strength somehow.
Perhaps our own men met a few stragglers on the way and brought them along while fleeing from the Trident?

Once we're there, Mervyn should meet the other cavalry unit leaders and join up forces, then occupy a flanking position to mount an attack on ranged enemies. So that means no to occupying Steadhold.

>>4445443
Well Joe described them as elite+1, I assume that's taking into account any casualties from the Trident (weren't they elite+2 before that?)

>>4445469
I believe downranking was the result of the casualty roll. Game mechanics aside a number of our men has died and the unit needs to replenish its ranks. Consider this a question for Joe.

>>4445469
>>4445489
The Loyal Reins were downgraded due to the casualty roll to Elite+1. Roughly 10/20 men died on the Trident and the struggles afterwards from skirmishing and the elements. They have however, picked up a few fellow stragglers. So they'll be at their full strength of 20 men but they might not be up to Mervyns usual standard, hence the lowered training.

>>4445555
Nice triple-quads!

Not alot of interest in tweaking the battle plans it seems. I'll give this another hour or two before I call it and get to writing.

>>4445666
>Not alot of interest in tweaking the battle plans it seems
Frankly I'm not happy with the battle plan. It smacks of someone trying to be too clever for their own good and risks defeat in detail ... but I don't have a better idea so good luck Tygon.

File: steadhold.png (624 KB, 3976x2372)

624 KB PNG

Also here is the "map" of the battlefield and Steadhold as it were. Tygon and the Westermen are approaching from the west via the Gold Road, whereas Mervyn and the Hayford will be coming from the north east along the Gods Eye Road. If it helps stir any creative juices, great.

>>4445730
That's pretty spot on about what Tygon is doing. You'll see why when you guys get to see through his eyes but he's very keen on making a name for himself.

>>4445420

Taking the bridge and the inner wall sounds like it'll take a long time, and that will only begin after our group is already in battle, possibly outnumbered 2-1.

Sounds like Hogg has the right interpretation, we're bait.

I wonder if it would be better to figure out how to be more survivable bait, or switch the plan up entirely.

Do we have any way to communicate with Tygon before the battle, or will any changes we make be a surprise to him?

>>4445787
So long as you remain in Hayford you can communicate by raven. So you have a few days in game to figure out the details.

I'm drawing a bit of a blank on ideas for it though. Tygon is relying on the Stormlanders sallying out to prevent an "Alesia" type situation happening. As for players suggestions.

Maybe Hayford takes every horse it can find so that their forces can flee once the Stormlanders sally out and Tygon can take the castle? Or perhaps they ask Tygon to send more men in skiffs across the river? That kind of tom foolery

>>4445740
That map makes me even more nervous. Our rescuers appear to have a big bloody river between them and us. If there's any delay seizing Blackrose Hearth or crossing the Blackbridge then we'll be left facing the Stormlanders solo for even longer.

Am I correct in assuming Tyg's reasoning goes something like this
>I don't just want to relieve the siege, I want to score a decisive victory and cripple the Stormland forces for prestige or whatever
>Using the Hayford force as bait we force the Stormlanders to divide their army - they need to commit enough troops from their reserve to drive off the Hayfords while at the same time keeping the lines around Steadhold strong enough to defeat a sally from within
>Once the Stormlander mobile force is locked against the Hayfords then the Westermen can ride in and easily crush the Stormlanders left on siege duty (because those troops have to be spread out around the circumference of Steadhold while the attacking Westerman are one solid force) before riding through Steadhold and engaging the Stormlander mobile force in the rear
It's neat I'll give him that.

It also seems like it doesn't take full advantage of the terrain.
If Tygon launched the Westermen prong of his attack first then he could easily charge up the Goldroad, murder whatever troops were besieging the Blackrose and secure access to Steadhold. He could do this in complete security because the majority of the Stormlander force would be separated by either the Blackwater Rush or the God's Eye River. The Stormlanders then have to cross the river because that's the only way to regain control of the Blackrose (and without the Blackrose they don't have a siege). Once the Stormlander's are in the middle of crossing the river then he can have the Hayford/Hoggs move in and properly catch them with their pants down.

Do we know anything about the distribution of the Stormlanders? Say whether they're evenly spread around Steadhold or have they clustered their troops in any particular area?

>>4445820
Blackrose Hearth and the wall around it dont exist right now. Those were made 2 years later in House Malroy quest

>>4445820
That's almost exactly what he wants to do. He's been given an order to have Steadhold under his control by the time the main host arrives and he plans to do so.

A couple things to note on that map are as follows:

1. It's an updated map. Blackrose Hearth isn't actually a thing yet. It's more of a crumbling tower.

2. The Stormlanders have broken through the outer wall and are mostly contained within laying siege to the actual castle.

Mervyn and Winston could certainly write Tygon and ask if he might try to take the Blackbridge first, using his smaller forces on a narrow front to eliminate the numerical disadvantage

>>4445837
>Blackrose Hearth isn't actually a thing yet. It's more of a crumbling tower.
Ah, that changes things
>The Stormlanders have broken through the outer wall and are mostly contained within laying siege to the actual castle.
And so does that

I think Tygon may have the most workable plan then. If we ask him to assault the bridge first then
1. I'm not sure we'll get the separation of the Stormlander forces that we need to overcome their numerical superiority; and,
2. If they have any troops in towers along the outer wall (if the outer wall exists/has towers) or just sufficiently high up the sides of Aeson's Hill then they'll see our forces coming from a mile away and will have all the warning necessary to regroup whereas Tygon's forces might be somewhat screened by Steadhold Town and the Princewood.

A cautious deployment of the Hayford/Hogg force might be the best we can do in the situation. Quick charge in and out with the two units of cavalry while peppering the foe with arrows and bolts. Keep the infantry back with the ranged units and begin an early orderly retreat, kiting away whatever forces the Stormlanders through at us. That way we'll spend less time in protracted combat and we'll drag whatever troops come after us even further out of position than if we just charged straight in. They'll probably realise its mere harassment but even if they recognise that it doesn't do them any good, they still need to commit a good-sized force to fending us off or we'll simply stop retreating and charge them.

>>4445900
I can work with this.

Anyhow, I got called up for job so I won't be running tomorrow so in the meantime enjoy Tygons character sheet. He's still young and fairly inexperienced hence the warfare score of 4.

https://1drv.ms/x/s!Am-XCwIRrb9HiEoLqJMCPeWWMmsn?e=fsWule

>>4446280
>Going from 6D+4B+1 Fighting to 3D+1B
Better not get into any personal fights, Tygon.

>>4446280
>Haughty
Huh. Was Tygon initially a jackass to Mervyn when he won Alyssa's hand, especially with that Family motivation? I honestly can't recall whether or not that was mentioned.

>>4445186
Nice. Since we’re rolling for enemies, is there likelyhood we could chance upon potential allies who’d be willing to join our cause?
>>4445900
Yeah I think a skirmish/harassment orderly fallback might be the prudent approach to 1) draw them out because they’d get angry at being peppered (they either take incoming arrows or come out to meet us and maybe break ranks and get cut down), this pulling them away from the siege, and 2) surviving being bait in a trap

I think Mervyn might be developing issues.

>>4448064
>Man goes to war
>Gets abandoned by his home
>Watches his friends die
>Develops issues
Nah, Merv always had the merciless trait

I think Mervyn might be developing additional issues

>>4448207
>>4448196
Just wait until the Sack of Steadhold. He's gonna have the whole damn catalogue

Tygon got raped by House Serrett and isn't even a knight. Who put this little jobber in charge of a vanguard of so many men? Is Tywin just trying to kill him off?

>>4448392
Probably due to nepotism

>>4448396
That still doesn't add up. I'm struggling to see what Reynold brings to the table that the other 2 houses don't bring more of. Influence? Based on what? Serrett and Drox bring way more men to the table and also men of higher social ranking. If the actual Lord Gordon Serrett is here then why would he let his 0-1 brother in law command him? Then there's Drox who we know had the lord around from Malroy. He brings way more men too.

>>4448415
Could also be that he is just part of the Vanguard and moved forward ahead of them in the hope of winning glory

>>4448439
That would make a lot more sense with the Proud vice. It would only take a little lie about being in command and he's lied before. Good point.

>>4448486
>Its not a lie if you lead the vanguard of the vanguard!

Tygon probably

>>4446324
He wasn't by the time the quest started, but at Alyssa's Wedding Tourney he was absolutely rooting for Ser Herman Swyft and he wasn't fond of Mervyn for nearly half a year before he began to warm up to him. They good now though.

>>4448392
>>4448396
His "Command" isn't so much of a reward as it is a test of his competency and loyalty. That'll all be explained when we get to his POV though.

>>4448564
This made me laugh out loud. It wasn't really my thought process but I'll likely include at least a part of this in his internal dialogue.

Anyways, I should have some time to get some writing done tomorrow but it might only be one post worth, I'll be continuing on Tuesday though for sure!

“I’d agree with Ser Roger milord, only I would have us be more of a lure than bait. We march up and make ourselves seen and set up out of bow range from the castle but within sight. They’ll come out to parley with us and we’ll pick a fight. If they’ve broken through Steadholds curtain wall, they can’t afford to come under siege while laying one. When they come out to battle with us we hold until they’re a fair distance from the castle and we flee to a more defensible position. If all goes according to plan then Tygon will take the castle and these Stormlanders will be stuck between a hammer and an anvil.”

Lord Winston Hayford grimaced and looked to Ser Roger Hogg who only shook his head and muttered gruffly under his breath. His gaze fell upon the map once more and traced a thick finger along the Gods Eye Road towards Steadhold.

“I ill like this but I see no other option. Esmella’s home and heir are in danger Ser Roger. Loyalty binds us to this cause.”

“As you say milord. What about Samuel and Wesley? They’ll be wantin’ to come as sure as the sun is warm.”

That brought a long sigh from Winston as he pinched at the bridge of his nose.

“I believe that Ser Horace still serves as Samuels sworn sword does he not?”

“He does.”

“I know Ser Horace to be a leal and loyal man. Samuel will ride with us with Ser Horace at his side. Wesley though…Ser Lyle fell at the Trident and he finds himself without a knight to squire for. Are there any men of note in your own cavalry Ser?”

“None so much as I’d trust with milords son.”

--- Suggest Wesley Hayford squire for Ser Mervyn Reynold for the coming battle? ---
>Yay
>Nay

>>4452297
>Yay

>>4452297
>Yay
That poor kid.

>>4452297
The same Wesley who dies? Jeez, dead people everywhere.
>Yay

>>4452297
>Nay

I don't want to end up on the tracks on account of too many characters with decided fates around.

>>4452297
>yay

>>4452297
>Nay

>>4452321
I've got a similar sentiment but honestly the fact that he dies like 10 years into the future, long after having been knighted and parting ways with us doesn't matter all that much.

>>4452297
>>Yay
Sure why not. He's a good kid.

>>4452297
>>Yay

That's enough of a Yay for me. Can I get 3d6 for Mervyn persuasion please. DC: 15, 24

Rolled 5, 1, 6 = 12 (3d6)

>>4452352

Rolled 4, 3, 3 = 10 (3d6)

>>4452352

Rolled 2, 2, 6 = 10 (3d6)

>>4452352

>>4452335
Ok. Say I want to stay and defend Steadhold rather than go to King's Landing, but Wesley isn't supposed to be there or something. What then? I just feel like this is going to get metagamed down one path to avoid breaking from another quest's story.

>>4452372
Wesley will only be squiring for Mervyn for the battle. Afterwards, he will be returning with his father to Hayford.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4452359
Rerolling for attractive. Looking for a 4 or better

>>4452380
We got a 4 or better

>>4452380
Hell yeah boys. Mervyn fine af

>>4452297
Anyone else think we should let these guys know it was Redward crossbowmen that cut down Malroy cavalry?

>>4452407
I'd say it is too meta for the moment, but sure as hell Mervyn got a grudge to settle. It is just a matter of having the subject brought, and right now we have a siege to lift.

>>4452415
I don't think it is meta. These guys would clearly understand local politics better than us and they have a relationship with the Malroys. They'd be perfectly placed to explain why the fuck guys we thought were on our side were suddenly pumping quarrels into our friend.

It might also be good to know whether there's any chance they'll be at the siege - a couple of well-trained units of crossbowmen could make this bait and switch maneuvre a lot more painful for us.

>>4452380
Is that the 2nd 6 attractive re-roll we've gotten on this dude?

>>4452431
stupid sexy Mervyn

>>4452430
Yeah I just checked the previous thread and we clearly know of their former affiliation. And we also know that Redward forces are not among the Malroy defenders, so lets warn them.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 17 vs DC: 15, 24
Results: One Degree of Success, Failed

“My lord, I myself am without a squire if your son is in need of a man to attend.”

“Wesley is a willful boy, but a diligent one. How is it you came to find yourself without a squire Ser Mervyn? Did your last one fall at the Trident?”

“No my Lord, my last squire was sent to serve a different master for…political reasons. I serve as Master at Arms at Ember Peak and am House Reynolds best sword, or hammer as it were. Your boy will be safe with me.”

Lord Winston considered that for a moment as he crossed his arms and pursed his lips.

“My son will be safe Ser Mervyn. He will serve as your squire to prepare for the battle, but on no account is he to take the field with you. Is this understood? He will prepare your tent, tend your horse and assist you in dressing for battle but when battle is joined he will remain with the baggage train away from the fighting. Under no circumstances is he to take to the field. I will not risk both of my sons on the same battlefield.”

“Understood my Lord.”

“Ser Roger, prepare the men for battle. I wish to be ready to march when these snows stop falling or three days pass, whichever happens first. Also, please instruct a servant to escort Wesley to my solar. That will be all.”

Ser Roger left with only a stiff nod and left the two of you in relative silence. You poured yourself a cup of wine from a small side table and rejoined Lord Winston. The wine was tart and not of exceeding quality but you sipped at it anyways.

“Do you have children Ser Mervyn?”

“I do. Two sons and a daughter.”

“How old?”

“My eldest is will…Seven…will nearly be two. My other two are twins born a mere few months past.”

“My own boys are nearly men grown but I still remember when they were of an age with your own. I was never blessed with daughters but if I may offer a piece of wisdom Ser?”

You gave the man a nod.

“I lost my brother and nephew to this war. Battle is a common place to lose a son and yet, leaving them behind is as sure a way to lose them. I would rather leave Wesley behind here at Hayford where he will be safe behind her walls, but I know he would come to resent me for it. Ensure my son comes home to Hayford Ser Mervyn.”

“I will.”

The two of you were interrupted by a knock on the door and a young man entered that bore a common look to Lord Winston, although smaller by half. He might have been ten and six but it was difficult to tell with the smoothness of his cheeks.

“Wesley, this is Ser Mervyn Reynold. You will be squiring for him when we leave to lift the Siege of Steadhold. You are to follow his every command. Is this understood?”

“Yes Father!”

His common forest green eyes sparkled with the excitement of youth when his father told him he would be squiring for you during the coming battle.

“Now Wesley, if you would be so kind as to escort Mervyn to the Westermen who have made their way to Hayford. Ser Mervyn, I must bid you good night.”

Wesley Hayford led you through Hayfords halls with a deftness that could only come from having lived a lifetime within it’s walls. You went down a flight of stairs, took three right turns followed by two lefts, through a kitchen and into another long hallway before coming to what appeared to be a small hallway guarded by two men at each door.

“The men have been placed under watch here Ser.” He gestured to the hallways at large and you began to go through the rooms.

“SER!”

Cardyn had shouted out and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you. He embraced you in a tight embrace and shook you by the shoulders.

“What in the Seven fucking hells are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story. How did you find yourself this way?”

“After we scattered, a few of us managed to group together. We looked for you and Ser Austin but we couldn’t find you. I managed to find Ser Martin Mullendore and Ser Walder. Walder’s family fought for the rebels and so we managed to slip into their camp for a time. When we gave them the slip we managed to find a few more knights loyal to the dragon. They aren’t as good as the twins or Ser Art, but they’ll serve our purposes fine.”

“Good work Cardyn. But I’ll be the judge of if they’re good enough to serve in the Loyal Reins. How have you been treated?”

“Well enough I suppose. But these fucking guards seem deaf whenever we need a chamber pot emptied or a meal brought to us before it gets cold.” He had raised his voice loud enough to make sure that they heard his complaints.

“Might want to speak with Walder as well. He has a little memento for you.”

“What sort of memento?” Cardyn only grinned by way of response. You found Walders chambers easily enough and he grinned when questioned about his gift. The memento turned out to be three black iron chains, one from each of the three Umbers that you had slain at the Battle of the Trident.

“Figured you might be able to fasten you cloak with one of them. Keep the rest as a token of that battle. Might as well wear them with pride “Giantslayer”.”

You grinned darkly at the man and clapped him on the shoulders. You may have fled from the Battle of the Trident and lost men. But now you were back with men you could call friends, and would be marching to war to lift a siege that stood outside another friends halls.

After a long night spent with your men you made for the room that had been assigned to you. It had a small window that allowed light to shine through and you could see a red sun rising in the east…

--- Break ---

Alright I’m not call it here, just preparing to switch to Tygon’s perspective. Forgive me because it might take a hot minute

>>4452443
Sorry I just saw this now so I won't dedicate a scene to it but I'll assume that Mervyn told him about it. Ser Roger would have spat and cursed his bastardy and Lord Winston would be a little more wary.

>>4452449
>Sorry I just saw this now so I won't dedicate a scene to it but I'll assume that Mervyn told him about it. Ser Roger would have spat and cursed his bastardy and Lord Winston would be a little more wary.
Tbh I only wanted to warn the besieged Malroys.

Didn't expect to meet Cardyn. Despite his shortcomings I like the man. Yet another dead man walking, lol. Hopefully ser Austin will harden up in the years to come.

>>4452466
I have to say I'm looking forward to catching up to both Shryke and Malroy so that going forward in any future crossovers there is a blank slate with everything that's going on.

I'm about to start my own quest and I'll make sure all characters from other quests are only referred to in passing, just to avoid this meta play.

Eager to see how Tygon plays out, I hope there's some hint as to what's been happening in the Westerlands all this time.

>>4452476
Its honestly not that bad. Joe has said that Father and him talk to make this work. And dad has done the same when tygon showed up in his quest.

>>4452466
>Despite his shortcomings I like the man.
A petty psychopath but he is our loyal psychopath (inb4 Elleanor pulls his strings).

And we haven't heard from lord Irving Peake for a long while. Wonder what he has been up to and whether our acquaintance (plus that destiny point) will get as interesting, more than just calling on him for aid.

>>4452476
>just to avoid this meta play.
'This'? I may have missed something, what meta play has been doing that amounted to anything?

>>4452485
>Joe has said that Father and him talk to make this work.
Indeed, it has been an enjoyable collaboration so far, especially given that Father isn't running his own quest.

File: TygonReynold.jpg (205 KB, 745x1080)

205 KB JPG

--- 02/06/283 ---

--- Tygon Reynold ---

The cold winter air stung at the inside of your nose and lungs as you took in a sharp breath as you looked out from the trees at the castle of Steadhold and the Blackbridge Tower. It was a difficult castle to take, as evidenced by the Stormlander host that had surrounded it to only a modicum of success. A shiver ran down your back from a thought far colder than any winter wind as you remembered Lord Tywin Lannisters words.

“The road to King’s Landing will be open by the time my forces arrive.”

His tone left no amount of uncertainty at what might happen if you had failed. You would not fail here though. You had been placed in command with Lord Gordon Serrett as well as Lord Dresden Drox. For two of you though, the command was not so much a reward but a test of loyalty and capability. Lord Gordon was in a similar predicament to yourself. Lord Tywin was far shrewder than his brother and he had seen his involvement with your mother for what it was. Lord Drox had volunteered however, to ensure there was an older, wiser and more loyal man to oversee things.

Those words still sent pangs of shame and guilt through your innards. Your father had laid dying when you’d left Ember Peak to march with the Western Host, poisoned by your mothers hand. You had always known there was little love between them but for her to murder him. Your mind ran to a time when Ser Mervyn had spoken to you about a threat made by your mother to his son and how you had scoffed at him for it. Evidently, he had been right and you owed him an apology for your naivety, for your part in all that had transpired in Ember Peak since he had left to fight at your mothers behest.

There had been a summons for the Lord and Lady of Ember Peak to journey to Casterly Rock. The letter had contained little warmth and the night before they were to depart, Elleanor Reynold had disappeared from Ember Peak along with most of it’s garrison, leaving your father dying from some poison. Maester Aethan had saved his life but he had remained bed-ridden and you had gone to Casterly Rock in his place…

You shook your head as if to banish the shameful memories from your mind. That was the past and upon the morrow you would redeem your family’s honour and your own pride. You looked to the scouts who had accompanied you to the front and gave them a nod as you returned to the camp you’d erected a few hours away.

Trees had been felled, ditches dug into cold and stony soil and tents erected into orderly rows. You had been encamped here for more than a week as you waited for a rider from the Hayford host. The man had finally arrived this morning and the camp was as bustling as if ant hill had been disturbed. With battle imminent on the morrow it would be crucial to decide where you would place yourself, as well as to decide what unit would lead the charge across the Blackbridge into Steadhold proper. Upon entering your tent you found your squire scouring your gilded plate to a mirror polish.

“Robin, I have need of Lords Drox and Serrett. Be a good lad and ensure they find themselves to the war pavilion.”

The boy nodded and dutifully put away his cleaning materials and left the tent without a word. He had been the son of the smith in the Auric Hills, and had proved a dutiful if quiet boy. One who did not complain about squiring for a man without a knighthood however…

You yourself made your way to the pavilion to wait for the company you had summoned…

--- What unit will Tygon Reynold command/fight with? ---

--- Westermen Forces - 740 men - ---
Reynold 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry
Reynold Longbowmen – Trained Archers
The Knights of Silver – Veteran Cavalry (House Serrett)
The Rivalless – Elite Cavalry (House Serrett)
Serrett 1st Infantry – Trained Infantry
Drox 1st Infantry – Trained Infantry
Drox 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry
Drox 1st Crossbowmen – Veteran Crossbowmen
Drox 2nd Crossbowmen – Veteran Crossbowmen

>>4452503
I should also mention that Lord Gordon will be commanding the "Rivalless" and Lord Drox with the 1st Crossbowmen.

>>4452503
>Reynold 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry

Ideally we take a "lead from the middle" approach. Command the Drox's infantry to make the first approach on the Blackbridge with crossbowmen and archer support (and ideally the use a ram, we've been camped out for a week surely they thought to make a ram especially in the middle of the Princewood). Anyway, we march with the reynold second and serrett first as the second wave if shit hits the fan and the first wave falters. Or with them and the cavalry to push through and into the Outer Ring proper should they break through leading the charge to break the siege camp.

>>4452503
>Reynold 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry

>>4452502
I pictured Tygon older. Some anon needs to add in his golden teeth.

Can't wait to learn what transpired at Casterly Rock.

>>4452503
>Reynold 2nd Infantry – Trained Infantry
Here's a link to Joe's post with Tygon's character sheet in case you also were looking for it >>4446280


>>4452522
I've got a feeling the bridge will become the chokepoint and cavalry will be unable to pass. Where was the map again?