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| Topic Started: Sep 12 2008, 06:13 PM (217 Views) | |
| Chugman | Sep 12 2008, 06:13 PM Post #1 |
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Attacking Attacking With: 3x Banner men of Riverrun 1x Archers 4x Men-at-Arms Cost: 300 Gold Dragons |
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| Turncloak | Sep 15 2008, 08:44 AM Post #2 |
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Defending Battalions 4 men-at-arms 2 archers 1 unsullied 1 Knights of flowers 260 gold The clouds are dark and the valleys were the hillls meet are flooded, the ground muddy. Still, it showers hevily a brisk wind howling and flowing in their favor. Stakes form the city's borders and a woden bridge connects the east to the west. Edited by Turncloak, Sep 15 2008, 08:52 AM.
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| Chugman | Sep 15 2008, 06:27 PM Post #3 |
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King Russel Black rode with the Bannermen of Riverrun, He was iron born and did not wait in the back like many other leaders. The enemy out numbered them, but the Bannermen could take out the enemy foot easily with out many deaths. The Night was dark and cold so the archers would be worthless even more so on the iron born side seeing as the wind was against them. "Men!" The Iron King called out. "Men of Iron, Men of the salt and rock! Tonight we fight our sworn foes! The Northmen!" Riding his horse along the line of Bannermen "But Remember the bloody gate, were you fine men renewed the name! Remember CrakenHall witch is now a smoldering ruin! These men WILL break like they have before! We are a wave of Iron! We are the Crimson tide. WE ARE IRON BORN!" With that the Bannermen began their charge with the footmen behind them. The archers made their way up the hills on the right and left and drew out long flags and then they hunched down and watched the enemy. They would flag their fellow Ironborn if the enemy formation moved in a way that could break the charge. The Bannermen did not want to charge right into unsullied, Not because they could repel them but it would slow the charge far to much. 50 Bannermen rode down the center with 50 more on both flanks, they would hit the northmen army on three spots. Then ride to the center then make for the northern archers as the Men-at-arms slammed into the stunned army. |
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| Turncloak | Sep 19 2008, 04:24 PM Post #4 |
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The stage was set. Finally, it had stopped raining- but the flood was still apparent, the flooded waterway was now only inches from the wooden walls of the Twins. Around the city, at a distance that gave them sufficient room to fight were several trenches, dug up days before and newly filled with caltrops and other incontinences. This would not stop the Ironborn, but at least it would slow them down. However, they were cleverly disguised with straw and leaves to blend in to the scenery. Along a thoroughly soaked strip of turned over soil were three of the men-at-arms each holding a burning torch in his hand, one at the north end, one at the south, and one opposite of the bridge. The moment they fell, a clear border of fire would appear between the battleground and the trenches. It would not be enough to kill then, but at least they’d get burned feet, and the oil would be on them, the better for the defenders of the Crossing. Inside the city itself, a parapet- which was really a strongly supported, wooden platform going along the inside of the walls- would house the archers as well at a number of lookouts to alert them if the invaders were committing some vile act of treachery like taking them from behind. On hundred archers and a few score of men-at-arms would man the platform, the men-at-arms throwing boulders, burning pitch and oil at their foe. The bridge was made a solid piece of fortification, which would hold fifty archers to attack the men-at-arms, as would the archers on the platform. If the Squid of the Isles thought this would be another Battle at the Gates, he’d be sadly mistaken. These men were prepared, and would fight until each and every man of them was killed. The men-at-arms watched, feigning an outright fear of the hammer-wielding squids. Once the hammer-welders started to fight they’d lure them to the wall where they’d be met with burning liquids, barrels, and boulders. The Unsullied and horsemen, on the other hand would be waiting for the right moment to push them in to the flooded waters and end this. Indeed, there would be blood. |
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| Chugman | Sep 21 2008, 03:42 PM Post #5 |
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The flooded land would make marching on the town hell. "Men-at-arms Cut down some good pieces of timber!" King Black shouted to his men. "Bannermen and Archers keep watch on Men-at-arms retrieved axes form the wagon train and began to cut down trees and then rope the logs together. When that was done they cut down smaller trees and began to make poles. After a few hours of work outside the enemy walls the Iron born began to slide rafts into the river. If the battle field changed then change your battle field. The Iron Born had sailed up and down the Trident for years and they could sail just about anything. The Bannermen rode to the front of the town while the men-at-arms begin to sail up the river to attack the town form the rear. The Flooded water went right up to the walls so the Iron born could get the rafts against the wall. Soon men would begin to climb the wall and attack the enemy form the rear. |
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| Turncloak | Sep 25 2008, 05:13 PM Post #6 |
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The bridge was filled with the fifty archers chosen to hold it, each one confident of their duty. There was no way of them getting to them, which was why they had no Unsullied to protect them…that was until they saw the rafts. The rafts shook them and made many an archer cower and make his way back to the castle walls. But the commander- the commander stood strong and straightened himself, they had to take the foe no mater what, even if they committed such vile treachery. But then these were squids, the men of salt and rock. When this battle way done, he’d send the cowards to Lord Black himself, tell him they could have them, for they were vile and cowardice would not be welcomed in the North. “Hold the bridge!” He shouted. “As long as I command this bridge, we’ll stand strong!” “To do so would be to die.” His friend rebutted. :I will not have our men die so sudden.” “I was commanded to keep the bridge.” The rafts were slowly approaching, this nonsense would not stand. “You command it, but it is said that I am your second.” “Good, this makes me first. So get back to your post before I send you to the Blacks as a craven.” “A commander is supposed to make the best decision- and this is not.” He watched as a few others deserted as well…”If anything, this is outright madness.” He saw him grip his shortsword at his hip and spoke. “Loosen your grip ser, I command this post and I command you.” He shouted in a burst of pain as a sword ran through him from behind. The archer grinned. “You stay here and hold the bridge commander…” he saw the archers flee back to the eastern castle. Grabbing hold of the rail, his mouth was filling with warm blood and his senses dimming- “…say hello to the Blacks for me…” His last vision was that of his murders fleeing, shouts and cheers…darkness The man who had taken charge of former bridge-holders, a man by the name of Samwell Fisher, stood his archers assembled to take the width of the barrier between the trenches and the castle, which was twenty-five men ahorse standing abreast. Furthermore, they had put between them and the river some three yards, which would give both sides ample room, but the advantage would mostly side with them. In addition to this, Samwell had instructed, not long before the death of the former commander, a scout to find a way to alert and advice those on the parapet of their position. The commander smiled, they had two barrels of pitch that they were to use for fire arrows. But now, seeing as the bridge was abandoned, he’d ordered one of the barrels to be carefully poured over the bridge; and with the help of one of the torch bearing infantry men, had secured for themselves and ample supply of fire. On the parapet, the archer was able to acquire a rope ladder form those atop it to carry out his message. With this done, the large majority of the archers had massed themselves facing the river, pitch and rags ready for the first barrage. The footmen on the other hand, were near the gates and boiling kettles of burning oil and reading their boulders. For them, nothing had changed. They were still to command the parapet. Whereas those on the ground abandoned their feigned fright for that of determination, they needn’t fuel the Ironborn’s pride, they had enough already. On the right flank however, the Unsullied had formed in to a phalanx that ran four deep, twenty-five spearheads in the front ready to meet the enemy. Leading them, fifty men ahorse, the best the Reach had o offer. There was a hiss, and the oil-soaked ground and the bridge were set ablaze. |
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| Chugman | Oct 1 2008, 05:25 PM Post #7 |
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(Sorry, I had Surgery and the medicine has been making me not think straight.) When the bridge was set on fire. Russel Black began to laugh from his raft and made a sweeping gesture and the rafts didn't sail to the bridge but to the walls them selves. The flooded water went right up to the walls and the rafts made it right next to the walls and the men began to jump over the weak walls. Down the main path to the town the Bannermen of Riverrun rode right against the walls and with a sudden slam of the lance knocked the cheap make shift walls down. the rest of the riders rode stright into the town and prepared to face the unsullied. how ever it was not that easy all around. some men died to enemy archers a few unlucky men had hot oil poured on them. how ever forces of iron men poured in form the front and back of the town. |
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| Turncloak | Oct 4 2008, 05:49 PM Post #8 |
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He was the commander of the Crossing, now seated ahorse preparing to charge these scum born of the sea, to butcher each and every one of them for what they had done at the Bloody Gates. Oh these men best be prepared, for this time they were prepared. If their lord had died at the old enemy’s capital they did not know, but they would have to assume the worst to keep their strength. They had to stand strong and face the enemy, to wrestle with the many arms of the squid…and succeed no matter what. It was then that he heard the shouting and a crash. What had happened? He could not say, did not know. Yet their lines stood strong. “What’s happening?” he questioned the man behind him. “I cannot say.” He answered. “Should we investigate?” “And throw the whole thing off balance? I cannot have that. Everyone knows what he is to do, they have been instructed. Are they at our read?” “No ser.” He laughed. “The Black split his force then? The better for us, we can overwhelm their forces. As soon as the men at arms are engaged, we’ll swoop in and raid, pushing them towards the river, killing some of them as we do so.” “So nothing has changed?” “No, we should be grateful in fact. Today will be the day when the North is saved. Yes, we will be the heroes of the battle and will be immortalized in song. Keep the position. We charge when the foot are engaged.” “And the unsullied?” “Are to keep the phalanx and slowly drive them to the river.” ------------ Meanwhile the archers constantly fired at the boats, and kept firing even as they docked. They were instructed to lure them. When they docked, the last time of archers would trade their bows and arrows for sword. Then when they started to charge the first line would switch as well. They were the bait, they had to make sure they came, and they would. They knew that the men at arms would back them up. As soon as they engaged with the enemy, the men at arms would charge, followed by the cavalry charge to help in the slaughter. Allthis would be complemented by the mighty phalanx to finally crush them all. Oh, they could feel the victory; the enemy wouldn’t stand a chance. ----------- The archers on the platform raised the hue and cry as they saw the enemy horses. They fired at them, bringing some of them down, but still not sufficient enough. There was panic all over, some even took the doomed wall and started throwing pitch at them to no avail. To make things worse by some treachery the Ironborn had managed to bring down the rear wall killing at least ten men…maybe more. When this occurred the commander at the wall smiled, their job had in fact gotten easier. Knowing of their advantage, he’s sent Thirty archers to lure and menace the horsemen, somewhat to try and kill them. But their main purpose would be to lure them to the gates where men-at-arms on the platform would bring the gate crashing down on to them. Indeed, this would be the end. And if that did not work or they had no time? Then better for them. If they decided to come marching our, the Unsullied would come to meet them. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that they were destined to prevail. |
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| Chugman | Oct 5 2008, 05:53 PM Post #9 |
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That was the last on right? |
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| Turncloak | Oct 5 2008, 05:55 PM Post #10 |
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Yep, it's judging time. So I beleive it's going to be the White Bull and Athidoc? Or Cenedil? |
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