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| Topic Started: Aug 22 2008, 08:38 PM (198 Views) | |
| Athidoc | Aug 22 2008, 08:38 PM Post #1 |
Lord of Harrenhal
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Attacking:Turncloak City Attacking: Saltpans Battalions: 1 Defenders of Storm's End 1 Men-at-arms 1 Archers 1 Pikemen 1 Cavalry 1 Unsullied 1 Trebuchets 1 Battering Rams Movement Cost: 340 gd |
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| Turncloak | Aug 25 2008, 04:03 PM Post #2 |
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Defenfing Battalions 2 Men-at-Arms 2 Cavalry 2 Pikemen 2 Archers 1 Men of the North 2 Unsullied 1 Trebuchet Cost-480gold It is cool and the air smells like salt, like what the town is named. Behind the town, the sun starts to rise Edited by Turncloak, Aug 27 2008, 04:48 PM.
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| Athidoc | Aug 29 2008, 08:07 PM Post #3 |
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Lord of Harrenhal
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Reven stared at the walls of Saltpans, at the city that had been his ally's capital. The northmen had seized it without a drop of blood spilt. That was not how it would be taken back. Two armies gathered: one within the walls, one without. By nightfall, there would only be one. By nightfall, this place would be bathed in blood. "The scouts confirm it, Lord Vandelay," spoke Vincel from behind him. Reven turned. "We are outnumbered." continued the knight. "The force within is larger than we expected." "Larger than we had hoped," Reven corrected, "the worst is always to be expected. What are the numbers?" "Less than eight-hundred, it is believed. Not quite double our size, but...still." "Then this battle will precede differently than I had planned." "You have orders, then," said Grouthe, approaching from the main force's direction. "Indeed," Reven replied, turning to his friend. "Excuse me, sir," continued Vincel, "but is victory still a possibility?" "Oh yes...just not the sort of victory you are thinking of." "Do elaborate, my lord." "The sort of victory where the enemy may keep their city, but at a cost unfathomable." "Shock and awe then, is it?" asked Grouthe. Reven nodded. "The men are prepared," continued Grouthe. "They await your words." Reven sighed. He was not as gifted at oratory as most commanders. But he would do his best. He climbed on his destrier and approached the main force. They turned to him as one. He spoke: "My soldiers. My friends. Today more will be asked of you than ever before. We will all of us be pushed to the edge. Our allies at Riverrun have done their part, as have our friends in the far South-indeed, these are fighting even now. Our time has come today. Our turn to show the enemy what we are made of. They are there, can you hear them? Within these walls they await our advance. We will not disappoint. We must be swift and ruthless if victory is to be gained. The scouts have not lied to me, and I will not lie to you: the enemy holds the numerical advantage. Thus we must turn to alternate tactics. We will storm these walls and we will face the foe with a fury that will strike at his very heart. Fear will be our weapon today. Within the streets of the city before us their numbers will count for nothing. Less than nothing, even, when our battle-cries send half of them fleeing. So let us not delay, my friends. Let us test our mettle against these northmen. Let us plunge the trident through his heart, and send him fleeing back to his home, wrought with fear at the very sight of us!" The men cheered-no, roared- at his words. They were ready. "Unsullied, you will accompany the Ram to the gate. Use your shields to defend from their archers. When the gate falls, the Defenders will be the first to enter, then the men-at-arms. Unsullied, you will fall back to join the pikes. The initial force will strike hard and fast, to send the enemy front lines into disarray. Then the cavalry will form a wedge up the middle to shatter those lines. The archers will fall in behind the Pikes and Unsullied. You will form the main attack force. Trebuchet crew, I want you firing at full capacity over the gate, to soften up the enemy force behind it. Once the gate falls, you will redirect fire to the walls." "Unit commanders, are your roles understood?" A chorus of "Yes, sirs" followed. "Then let it begin. Move out!" Edited by Athidoc, Aug 31 2008, 03:29 PM.
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| Turncloak | Sep 2 2008, 04:42 PM Post #4 |
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Months passed as he waited. Months passed, he knew the time was upon them. Yes, he could smell defeat…victory; it was near. Soon, these Knights would face their doom, and a true king who would unite the realm, and bring peace at last would rise, Ironborn would go back to Pyke and the lords of the cursed hall would perish. So now he stood inside his massive silken tent, where countless officers stood by. Did he wish he were the one leading the offensive? Yes, but what must be done, must be done. When he received word of this massive assault on the Vale, he was dismayed, but then this was war, it doesn’t go the way you planned. So here he stood audience, overseeing his army of a thousand men, some from the Vale, some from the Reach, others the North, all there awaiting orders, his orders. “Shall we begin?” he questioned his audience. He spied his brother seated only a few seats away from him. “Ser Lareck, how was you voyage to the Reach?” He smiled as he spoke, every word filled with determination. “Excellent ser. You will be pleased.” “I better be.” “These Knights will perish, I assure you my lord.” “So then tell me, brother, what shall we do about these…Knights?” “Who is in the town?” “The town ser?” “Saltpans.” “The two trebuchets ser, archers… any man who was there when we first took it.” “How many archers?” “Fifty whereabouts. Most of the host is outside the walls.” “How many men at the Gates?” “Five hundred.” “Good. Ser Garlen?” he looked around the room to where Ser Garlen was seated. “You are to lead two hundred unsullied, two hundred archers and fifty of the First Blood to meet the Blacks.” “Aye Ser.” “Take them all to the Gates, I want them no where near the battle, -otherwise I will be cross. However, I want the cavalry with my main force. They, as well as you, are to exit from a door, which will not allow you to be seen. Cavalry will take the long way as well, where they will join the reserves.” They nodded, they understood. “Who would like to suggest something? Before the sun sets, we shall march to meet them.” “Might I suggest something?” It was Lareck. “You’re my half-brother, I have sent you to the Reach to learn, of course.” “Very well. There is a maneuver…these men I brought you, the new forces, they have received the best training available. We have one hundred men on horse and two hundred light infantry. Give me one hundred of the newly trained infantry, and I swear to you we shall keep this city.” “Get on with it.” “You have seen these men chasing the horses?” He nodded, he found it very queer, yet was impressed by their speed. “Have cavalry and infantry separate, and they will die. Combine them together…” “And they are a force unstoppable.” Ended Ser Garlen. “It is quite simple. You have a man on foot run along side the cavalry, one covering the other. If you use some of the cavalry to run along side however, they might be better suited if the horseman is shot by an arrow.” “No, that will take too long.” Said Petyr. “Besides, I’d rather keep our numbers.” “As the lord commands it.” he heard someone say. “Are the other three trebuchets in position?” “Aye Lord Petyr.” He heard the trebuchet operator say. “Nice firm land, all trebuchets at different angles for different angles, as commanded.” “Very well. I expect you to use some technique in your work this night.” He smiled. “Is the feast ready for these river men?” The operator smiled. “Aye ser.” “And what about the other foot?” he heard another say. “The pikemen will assemble around the trebuchets to defend them against the foe, they, like all the other foot, will be used as reserve whenever necessary. The men-at-arms, -commanders- assemble your foot so that the left and right flanks are concentrated, surrounding them, will be either a row or column of Unsullied.” There was no protest to this- he went on. “The rest of the Unsullied will line up between the trebuchets like a defensive wall. Behind them- some on the hills, others defended by the Unsullied who will also, as I said, like the others will be reserve- will be behind these Unsullied. They are to fire at the enemy force and keep them at bay. “Lareck, I’m putting in charge of the mixed cavalry.” “Thank you brother.” Petyr searched for a hint of detest but couldn’t find it, he wondered if he should be pleased. “I, however will command the reserves, and Lord Kevin will aide me and have any message dispatched, if necessary.” “No questions? Then lets serve these knights their supper.” |
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| Athidoc | Sep 4 2008, 06:38 AM Post #5 |
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The sound of hooves approaching from behind stirred Reven, and he turned to see a rider approaching, one of his own. "Lord Reven," he called as he came near. "The Lord of Oldtown marches on Lord Harroway's Town." "Damn," he muttered. "Do we have any forces in reserve?" "The Lord of Riverrun has pledged men," answered the rider, "The Lord of Sunspear as well. And we could likely muster a sufficient force from the populace." "Very well," he answered. "Grouthe." His second-in-command turned to him. "Yes, Lord?" "Gather what forces you can to hold Lord Harroway's. I shall remain here and see this through." "Yes, Lord." Grouthe called for his mount and sped off, the other rider following with him. Grouthe had departed, and Vincel had ridden down to lead the cavalry. He was commanding this fight alone, now. The main force had reached the gate, spared from arrows by Unsullied shields. A loud crash sounded. The first blow of the ram upon the gate. More followed. The gate would fall, there was no question-and did so, with a final crash. The ram was dropped, the Unsullied fell back, and the Defenders charged into the breach, the men-at-arms following behind. But, from what Reven could see, the defenders within were not nearly as numerous as the scouts had foretold. Had they been incorrect No, they couldn't have been. Then where were-? His eyes flew wide as he realized what the enemy was likely attempting. If they had exited the city from behind they could catch his forces off guard. But it was too late now, too late to regroup. They had to commit to the plan they had set into motion. If they could charge into the city and take it, then the advantage would be theirs-it would be them on defense, with the Northmen outside the city. With a shout, Vincel led the cavalry forward. This was the moment of truth. If the cavalry could shatter the defender's lines, then the main force could mop up what was left of them. The city would be theirs. They would only have to hold it from the flanking force. It was a lot of ifs and maybes. But Reven had faith. |
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| Turncloak | Sep 8 2008, 04:02 PM Post #6 |
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Lord Petyr watched as the men of the cursed hall made their way in to their past allies city- yes, this was going as planned. On one hand, this was not well. But on the other- the horizon was pink behind them- it was time. If the enemy found their trebuchets, the two inside the city, they’d be shocked to see them unmanned. He had to use hem to turn the trebuchets. This was the plan. So what would the people think of this? A former ally of their defeated, dead lord ramming the gates of their undefended city, oh he heard the rumors, that Lord Petyr himself slit the wolf lord’s throat, that he had spies in the city sent to kill him. That did not matter; perhaps these rumors could be his advantage, these feeble words. What will they say when the Knights butcher and rpe their woman and children? Will they come flocking and calling the Knights their saviors? If anything he was saving these poor souls. He heard a shout as Lareck led the mixed cavalry to the gates. They’d be swallowed…probably, but what must be done must be done. He looked at Lord Kevin, who caught his gaze immediately. “Lord Kevin, tell the infantry charge to orm a stronger right flank if they see room around the back. Also, I’ll have some archers about with the Unsullied.” “Aye ser.” He said. “Anything else?” “Yes. Send a raven to the Crossing and the capital; inform them that they are to rally a large enough force to take on the Blacks.” He looked ion to the general direction of the rightmost trebuchet and then to Saltpans. Three, two…he grinned. The first volley would be nothing but a harbinger, a warning. Stags, trout’s, wolves and squids, with entwined with by a viper all with a white bull’s horn in their moths and a small wooden trident stuck in the belly. Then- then after this volley- chaos will come. \He shouted Lord Kevin’s name one last time. “Yes my lord?” he questioned. He grasped the pieces of parchment that were in his pockets. “Dispatch these to all the forces. Also tell them that the men who being me the commander of this army get to feast at my table.” Lord Kevin nodded. “And if it is one ranking high in the Knights of the Trident?” “Precisely.” Said Petyr with a smile. |
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| Athidoc | Sep 12 2008, 07:37 AM Post #7 |
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Realizing his vulnerability outside the city, Reven, his personal guard, and the rest of his entourage rode towards the gate. Other than these, the trebuchet crews were all that was left outside the walls, and they too had orders to pack up and enter the city as soon as possible. The fight had been quick and nearly bloodless, and now the city-or a major portion of it, at least-was now theirs. But the fight as a whole was not over-not nearly so. For the enemy's forces were approaching swiftly on their tails, and Reven had to organize his own. He reached the gate and found Sir Vincel waiting there with the cavalry. "This was easy enough," said the knight. "Disappointingly so." "It is not over yet, Vincel," replied Reven. "Their forces slipped out of the city. They are approaching as we speak." Several other unit commanders heard his words, and approached, requesting orders. "Men-at-arms," Reven began, "you will escort the archers to the walls. Clear out any enemies still up there. Archers, you will set up upon the walls and await orders to fire. "Cavalry, you will continue into the city. Flush out any small groups of enemies hiding in wait. Return if you encounter any large force. "Everyone else, gather at the gates. Defenders in front center, Unsullied on the flanks and behind the Defenders. Pikemen, you will form the rear line. "Understood?" The unit commanders all nodded, not nearly as enthusiastically as before. This was not the battle they had expected to fight, but it was the one they would have to win. This was the deciding moment. They had taken the city, but could they hold it? They would have to. There was no other way. Edited by Athidoc, Oct 6 2008, 07:54 AM.
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| Turncloak | Sep 15 2008, 08:40 AM Post #8 |
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Ser Lareck Snow pressed onwards, between the men-at-arm lines and the enemy. He watched them gather, this was not well, and he had to get by the spears and shield, but how? He looked behind the cavalry wedge, they should be able to get to the flank before the unsullied, men-at-arms and archer lines get there. He saw a glimmer at the left and smiled seeing the cavalry wedge that was previously in the city make its way to the left flank with hurried speed. He gripped his eins and shouted to his men, “To the left flank!” and they were off the enemy and ally lines alike closing in on both sides. Ser Petyr watched this al from his post on the hills. To him, the field looked like a chessboard, only here the pawns were heading to the back, and they weren’t his pawns. Night was approaching slowly, and they needed the light. He gripped his horn and but it too his lips and from it came the sound of war. In answer, another horn was blown coming from the trebuchet lines, sending a barrage of large stones, small stones and shards of glass being flung towards the enemy. Night approached and he blew his horn again, this time more horns answered in reply sending burning pitch towards the enemy lines. He parted the horn from his lips and looked at Ser Kevin. “Lord Kevin, station half the archers and Unsullied at an angle behind the left flank of the men at arms, I’ll be going the same. If you see me reading fir an attack, do the same. I will give you two blows of my horn for the command- two quick blows of the horn.” “Aye ser,” and he was off, The Unsullied would be stationed to form a semicircle, with a line of archers behind a line of Unsullied until the very back was composed of only archers. The unsullied inside the semicircle would have their shields up at an angle to protect them and the archers and to allow the archers to take good aim at the enemy. From there, they’d pour a barrage of arrows on to the enemy until it was time for a charge. He could see it, the two semicircles acting like two metallic hearts, only instead of blood they would send arrows to meet the enemy to spill theirs. He looked towards the trebuchet lines and the pikemen, the trebuchets continuing to harass the enemy with burning pitch, glass and rock. He called for one of the pikemen to approach him. “Yes Ser?” he questioned, anxious to go in to battle. “Form a large and hollow wedge behind the Unsullied and archers. When the time comes I will give you two long blows of my horn to make a quick on attack on their center, understood?” The young knight nodded, and he was off, knowing that when his own lines were formed, the enemy would be trapped either behind the walls of in front. |
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| Athidoc | Sep 21 2008, 06:48 PM Post #9 |
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This is ready for judging as well, so I guess we'll go with the White Bull and Cenedil as judges. Cenedil PM yours to White Bull as he is a mod. |
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| The White Bull | Sep 22 2008, 04:52 PM Post #10 |
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This was a difficult battle to judge, but after collaborating Cenedil and I have come to an agreement. Saltpans goes to Athidoc. Turncloak Losses - All units. Athidoc Losses - All units less one Men-at-arms. Like the previous battle this one was decided in the end by roleplaying and strategy. Turncloak gave up the city in favor of an attack on the rear, but was unable to effectively complete that attack within the posting limit. Both sides role-played well, but in the end it appeared that Athidoc had taken Saltpans and Turncloak's attack had been unsuccessful. If anyone would like to challenge or discuss this ruling Cenedil and I would be more than happy to comply. The Grand Library will be updated. |
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