A Song of Ice and Fire: Burning Cinders (IC Thread)

To: Lord Footly of Tumbleton @Maelvona

My Lord, news have reached Highgarden of disturbances in the North, of peasants and low merchants fleeing from the Capital and the bandits. which rumour has it, has followed them. It has displeased us to hear of such events, as it no doubt has displeased your lordship to have seen it happen. I am also aware that these peasants place further strain, as winter has only just passed and summer has yet to fully arrive, where our crops may once again sprout.
As such I have ordered grain, oats and barley to be sent north to Tumbleton, to aid you in feeding these peasants who so put a strain on our granaries, and to help ensure that order is kept.

Lord Leo Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South, High Marshal of the Reach and Defender of the Marches​


To: Lord Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill @Maelvona

My Lord, I request your presence at Highgarden post haste. The Dornish have recently taken action within the Marches, posing a potential threat to the security and prosperity of our people. I believe it is only proper that we meet, so that we may respond in force to their aggression, and right some wrongs which were commited some past twenty years past.

Lord Leo Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South, High Marshal of the Reach and Defender of the Marches​


Whatever it is your business to be prying within my lands, Lord Tyrell, I trust that you will find better things to do then shed any tears for Tumbleton. The men that have come here have already been put to work, and our crops have never run dry. The winter was not an especially afflicting one, our stores hardly ever reaching empty. Thus, your grain, and your words, shall be rebuffed - but do not take this to heart. I hear Lord Hightower has already provided for us here in Tumbleton, and I intend to drive whatever women and children are sodding about back to King's Landing, to return the problem back to its source. The problem is dealt with, but perhaps your grain could still find some use in my markets..? Hah.
Lord Jerick Footly


Towards the Longthorn,
the storied and venerable Leo Tyrell

I have heard your news loudly, my lord. I think I understand exactly what you wish - with post haste we shall raise two-thousand soldiers and march upon the Red Mountains by fortnight's end. My cousin will attend to you in Highgarden to discuss reinforcement and terms of reprisal against these Dornish scum. We haven't had a good marching in some type. Har! First to Battle, First to Glory! I hope come the new moon we will have a hundred hostages to surrender to your forces, good-hunting my lord.
Your Friend,
Galbart Tarly


Then speak your piece. You have that right before i make my judgement.

The Guildsmen all agree - that the Kingsroad is a useless abstraction built in a fool's folly. They present, that the road should go north east after Moat Cailin - not North. If the road would stretch to White Harbor, lucrative trade coming from the south would be deposited at a real center of commerce. They explain that Winterfell is a fortress and while it serves as beacon for houses to resupply and direct their support during the winter.. It simply isn't feasible as a trading hub. The road connecting White Harbor to Winterfell would be a fool's errand, and they reason, it already is. They have few men on the job and fewer stones coming in, by hyperbole. The reasons for its construction is some faster travel for the Fighting Men - but they aren't fighting men, and the North hasn't harassed the south in some time, nevermind that they'd likely take the Kingsroad anyways then travel to White Harbor should they march south.

All in all, they present a strong basis for the redirection of the Kingsroad to White Harbor, and from there, they will construct a new road as well to Winterfell. They'll have to connect their road to the Kingsroad anyways, they gather, and by that point the Kingsroad would be useless. Allow them to salvage the material - or don't. They'll continue to do as much anyways, you'll have to lop off the heads of every Guildmate working on the project if you insist.


From Lord Hightower

My dear lady, your invitation is intriguing and enthralling to me. I will confer with His Grace the King once he returns from his progress throughout the realm. Rest assured that no more letters and envoys will be sent. If the gods wish it so, our next conversation shall be in private.


From Lord Hightower

Lord Darklyn, I understand your plight and although I am surprised you would not seek a marriage to Hand's family and most ancient and wealthiest house of Westeros, I am understanding of your situation. Lord Lothston has failed the King before, but he is not an enemy of House Hightower, and neither is he a desired enemy. However, I do lament that baseborn blood sits the King's council, rather than a son of a house as noble and storied as yours. I am no King, however, and I cannot promise to appoint you to the Small Council, for I would be taking you for a fool to promise away something I cannot give. Nonetheless I do promise you my voice and support at court if Lord Lothston should fall. You will find that House Hightower is far worthier as an ally than an enemy, and I know the same is true for House Darklyn. As a means of reassurance of our friendship and my good intentions, I will also raise the tariffs of the port of Maidenpool, so that the town and the Mootons are not privileged while Duskendale contributes more to the Iron Throne.​

To Lord Hightower

We within the Dun Fort thank you for your understanding, Lord Hightower, and it is not that we would reject your offer.. But we believe in the sanctity of our house, and our lands. With the way Westeros is going today, we'd prefer not to be bound by blood to others, and for our own vassals to be kept close. Our cadets and sworn lords have plenty of daughters and sons, should we feel insecure.. Perhaps we would look for a match. We'd ask that you would do the same to Driftmark, their ports have grown fat from its position between our two great cities and the ones to the East, should Duskendale and Maidenpool feel this drought of coin, so too should the Velaryons. They serve already at the Small Council - they will understand, surely? If you do not, it's very likely that coin would not be gained from this venture, merely moved to Driftmark's ports as a liaison between King's Landings own harbours.


To: Lords of Westeros @Maelvona (And everyone else, I suppose.)
From:
Lord Osgood Grafton

My son, Ser Symond, is newly knighted but eager to impart what he has learned onto another. Are there any noble youths eager to squire for the Heir to Gulltown? As well as one for myself?

To: Lord Alester Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale, Warden of the East, etc. @Maelvona
From: Lord Osgood Grafton
*Private*
My Lord, no doubt many of my fellows have written such a letter as I am about to put to parchment. A desire to see you wed his daughter or sister and so on, etc, etc. To take advantage of your relative youth to take a grand step above what they hoped to have been otherwise. And indeed I am doing just that, offering the hand of my daughter, Cynthea, a maid of ten-and-three years. Yet, while others shall offer their fine dowries I would commit myself to an action that shall make your rule one to speak of for many a year for it's peace and prosperity.

I speak of putting aside the enmity between my House and that of House Royce for our lifetime. I intend to offer my son and heir to Lord Royce's daughter, to see this pact of peace sealed in blood. As well do I intend to assist House Royce in making our part of the Vale a safer place for our people in. All this and more I offer as a show of utmost devotion to House Arryn and it's rule should you consider my daughter above any others.

As well I wonder if you do not intend for a delegation to be sent to the events in the Westerlands, it seems half the realm might well be taking part. I would offer the company of my heir, Ser Symond, to aid in representing the Vale.

P.S. I'll also include the expected dowry.

To: Lord Royce
From: Lord Osgood Grafton
*Private*
After much consideration I have decided to accept your offer(s). I would be gladdened to take Lady Anna as my good-daughter. The wedding might be best planned for next year so that the grandness of this occasion is not overshadowed by the events to our West. As well I might be sending my son as part of whatever delegation our Lord Arryn might be sending to the Lannister's grand wedding. Might our companies ride together?

The investment into the mountain defenses though we might well begin with now as well as seeing to your own promise of artisans.

To: Lord Sunderland
From: Lord Osgood Grafton

Lord Sunderland, long has your House been overly derided by our fellows. I wonder if you mightn't wish for my aid in undoing this? Mayhaps your son, Ser Sedgwick, to serve as a companion for my own?

(OOC: I'm probably forgetting a letter for something...)​


To Lord Osgood of House Grafton,
From Lord Alester Arryn

Your proposal is a fine one, my good lord. Such an union between Royce and Grafton would bring together a peninsula and indeed our realm. Your devotion to set your troubles aside pleases me, and I approve such a match. As do I approve the hunting and culling of any wildmen that trouble your lands, of course a good ranging is always needed in that respect. Our knights are the best in the Kingdom, for they battle like no other.

Of course, this is all to assume that I shall take Cynthea as my own daughter.. Such a proposal, such a question. It is unpalatable, is it not? To bring another into your own house - to accept a possible enemy. But House Grafton is not so. My cousins in Gulltown inform me that you have been quite amicable to them. They tell me other things, such interesting trade and.. Cunning, you have. But now is not the time for me to question you, My Lord. Your daughter shall be brought here. And you shall bring her, to the Eyrie of course. My son, Harry, shall spend three moons with her. If he approves, she stays as a handmaiden to my wife. If he does not, well I hope you understand what happens then.

As to your query with Ser Symond, I approve of his passage outside the Mountains. I shall even propose the same boon I gave Ser Belmore. Show a good listing, and I shall reward him with, as the Knight of the Blood Gate. Good jousting, Symond, he shall accompany the other fifty knights I intend to send as well.

From Lord Royce
To Lord Osgood

Next year shall be good, I have always enjoyed a good summer wedding. Might I suggest a seven-coursed meal? The Royce's would surely accompany your own, Lord Grafton, and Arryn has even offered my son, Terrance, to lead the vanguard. We will be a small company, but hopefully with the Riverlands not competing we will have a considerable edge.

Business can wait for later, I shall travel to Gulltown so we may speak in person. I approve both of those efforts however, as a forewarning.

- There is no reply from Sunderland -


To: House Frey and Piper
From: Lord Quentyn Blackwood
@Maelvona
My most respected and honorable lords.

I write to you to invoke the ties of friendship and marriage in this dark time. For the Brackens are attacking the lands of house Blackwood, and have sacked the town of Pennytree, without any provocation or reason.

I call upon you, my friends and allies, to help me defend my lands against the Brackens.


To Quentyn Blackwood
From Ser Lewys Piper

Lord Blackwood, my father is ill, but I shall lead his banners in defending your honour. I have been given news the Tully's march as well, which is good, I intend to meet you in the field, your plans seem sound, you should expect around a thousand men from myself. Your warnings of House Brax have been heard tall, and should they come upon Pinkmaiden my family will be well-protected. What might we do against the Vances?

- There is no reply from House Frey -

To: The Riverland Lords @Maelvona
From: Lord Tristan Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Trident

Due to the attack on Pennytree by House Bracken and them unwilling to negotiate House Tully is raising my personal banners and marching for Blackwood lands. We will not engage in any hostile activities unless provoked and wish to see this dispute ended peacefully but if fighting does breakout we will end it.

Signed,

Lord Tristan Tully.​




What is the meaning of this, Lord Tully,
First you take our men out to trifle some bandits,
For Lothston's sake no less. You grant him lands illegally from House Darry, chartered by the King. He acquiesced, yet, would we expect to bow so low as well? For a mere Master at Arms?
The granting of.. Incomes and taxes, to a milkmaid, a damned woman, Lord Lannister's own sister no less. Have the Lions not enough reach and power in the Kingdom? Must they have more within our own as well? Rather interesting Lannister marries within Losthon's greedy family as well..
Yet the most interesting of all is that you married into House Blackwood, mere days before they plan an assault upon their neighbors.
This will come to fighting, Lord Tully, for it is clear you had no intention otherwise. The Houses of Vance stand together, Atranta and Wayfarer's Rest shall stand in resolution with House Bracken, may we meet you upon the battlefield. Do not worry, though, some men left in the Riverlands still yet have honour. We have not forgotten as such when Riverrun was sworn to Wayfarer's.
House Yronwood Event



Farrien Yronwood quits his castle, bringing with him a force of several thousand men. Ravens are dispatched across Dorne asking for assistance from all available Houses in rooting out the outlaw known as the Vulture King.​

To: Houses Wyl, Jordayne, Manwood, Blackmont @Maelvona
Our Houses are joined by marriage. At this time I request each of you honor your alliances with House Yronwood as we seek to defeat the outlaw plaguing the Red Mountains. This "Vulture King" has captured several of my men, including one of my own kin.


Jordayne, Manwood, and Blackmont each pledge one hundred swords, with Wyl sending two-hundred, led by Qoren the Cobra.
 
The Guildsmen all agree - that the Kingsroad is a useless abstraction built in a fool's folly. They present, that the road should go north east after Moat Cailin - not North. If the road would stretch to White Harbor, lucrative trade coming from the south would be deposited at a real center of commerce. They explain that Winterfell is a fortress and while it serves as beacon for houses to resupply and direct their support during the winter.. It simply isn't feasible as a trading hub. The road connecting White Harbor to Winterfell would be a fool's errand, and they reason, it already is. They have few men on the job and fewer stones coming in, by hyperbole. The reasons for its construction is some faster travel for the Fighting Men - but they aren't fighting men, and the North hasn't harassed the south in some time, nevermind that they'd likely take the Kingsroad anyways then travel to White Harbor should they march south.​

All in all, they present a strong basis for the redirection of the Kingsroad to White Harbor, and from there, they will construct a new road as well to Winterfell. They'll have to connect their road to the Kingsroad anyways, they gather, and by that point the Kingsroad would be useless. Allow them to salvage the material - or don't. They'll continue to do as much anyways, you'll have to lop off the heads of every Guildmate working on the project if you insist.
As much as i'm tempted to do just that, you made your point. You can have your damn stone.
 
To: The Lords of Dorne
From: Prince Maron Martell

The tragedy of the Vulture King's strike upon the Yronwoods is not one to take lightly my lords, it highlights the vulnerable nature of our still recovering lands, I know some among you still struggle to fully repair your lands and others among you have had to endure less income from your lands as a compounding effect of this. Thus it is my aim that as Lords of this realm you would look to improving your lot. I have called for a new program, I myself have devoted .5 of my year income to it and I would hop you'd follow my example, any amount would be recieved gratefully. These funds would be used to repair our defenses, rebuild our farmlands and strengthen us once again
 
To Lord Osgood of House Grafton,
From Lord Alester Arryn

Your proposal is a fine one, my good lord. Such an union between Royce and Grafton would bring together a peninsula and indeed our realm. Your devotion to set your troubles aside pleases me, and I approve such a match. As do I approve the hunting and culling of any wildmen that trouble your lands, of course a good ranging is always needed in that respect. Our knights are the best in the Kingdom, for they battle like no other.

Of course, this is all to assume that I shall take Cynthea as my own daughter.. Such a proposal, such a question. It is unpalatable, is it not? To bring another into your own house - to accept a possible enemy. But House Grafton is not so. My cousins in Gulltown inform me that you have been quite amicable to them. They tell me other things, such interesting trade and.. Cunning, you have. But now is not the time for me to question you, My Lord. Your daughter shall be brought here. And you shall bring her, to the Eyrie of course. My son, Harry, shall spend three moons with her. If he approves, she stays as a handmaiden to my wife. If he does not, well I hope you understand what happens then.

As to your query with Ser Symond, I approve of his passage outside the Mountains. I shall even propose the same boon I gave Ser Belmore. Show a good listing, and I shall reward him with, as the Knight of the Blood Gate. Good jousting, Symond, he shall accompany the other fifty knights I intend to send as well.
Thank you, My Lord. Your words honor and please my House. My son shall precede me that he might promptly accompany his fellows and more gladly help show Westeros the truest knights she has. Although, all this news of banditry and rumors of dissent in the Riverlands makes me think their path should be chosen...carefully.

My daughter and I shall pray to the Maiden that truest love shall blossom within the Giant's Lance. Bitterness has no place in a marriage bed, the Godsworn do say and rightfully so. We shall be at the Eyrie by year's end. Lord Royce desires to finalize our agreements in person. I pray to have good news on this when we meet, My Lord.

From Lord Royce
To Lord Osgood

Next year shall be good, I have always enjoyed a good summer wedding. Might I suggest a seven-coursed meal? The Royce's would surely accompany your own, Lord Grafton, and Arryn has even offered my son, Terrance, to lead the vanguard. We will be a small company, but hopefully with the Riverlands not competing we will have a considerable edge.

Business can wait for later, I shall travel to Gulltown so we may speak in person. I approve both of those efforts however, as a forewarning.
A good feast shall no doubt help our lads recover from showing their valor in the tilts, I do agree.

Our Lord Arryn, however, requests my presence to discuss other matters. We are closer in proximity than most but I dare not leave him waiting overlong . Though know my hospitality awaits you here along with a small taste of what you might expect come the next year.
 
To: Lord Footly of Tumbleton @Maelvona
My Lord,
The joy that it brings to know that the rumours have only run wild, and that you have already seen fit to handle these issues, is overwhelming. Truly, we had not expected such happy tidings, and it be only proper that enjoyment is held. As such you, My Lord, are requested at Highgarden post haste.
Lord Leo Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South, High Marshal of the Reach and Defender of the Marches​
 
Harrentown - Manfryd Lothston
Servant: "Another 700 today, my lord, and more on the way."
*Manfryd cracked his neck* "Understood, have them vetted. Expel and/or kill the violent while put the peaceful refugees to work. I have a tower that needs to be torn down, and the stone bricks might as well be put to good use constructing fire-proof homes for the new arrivals. Thank the Seven our homes aren't made of wood, with the amount of people coming in, I suspect Maidenpool and Lord Harroway's Town are going to start having a fire hazard problem with so many family's cooking with coal and wood in their homes. Anyway, with my future wife's personality, she'd enjoy being able to look out the window and see the God's Eye."

Messenger: "Lord Wayn in the South wants to begin expelling all Crownland smallfolks to the south back into the Crownlands including non-bandits."
Manfryd: "I don't have any authority over Lord Wayn. Tell him I appreciate the warning."

Steward: "Lord Goodbrook has responded and we'll begin the coordination of our troops to deal with the problem. Lord Tully's food supplies have arrived as well."
Manfryd: "Send them my thanks."

Spy: "Your father wants to let you know he agrees with your insights and has acted on them."
*Manfryd smiles weakly*

Diplomacy:
To: Lord Hand Hightower @ByzantineCaesar
From: Master of Whisperers Lukas Lothston
*Secret Report*
Lord Hand, given the string of bad news that you've likely been forced to deal with, I thought of writing something which may edify, delight or console you.

We are continuing to investigate the murderer of Lord Stokeworth (despite the various other problems that have sprouted across the realm). As we suspected, there seems to be some level of corruption within the Goldcloaks. Although many attempted to mislead or avoid our questions (likely out of fear that they would be caught in any investigation), I managed to intuit an address by aggregating the various information I received. Given the unreliability of the Goldcloaks, I am planning to investigate the address with my own men to either capture any people there for questioning or find what evidence is there in order to get a clearer understanding of the situation.

If however, you wish for your cousin and a handful of his best and most reliable men be present during the search of the address (and provide backup), they would not be refused. However, remember the murderer in question seems to have friends among the Goldcloaks so you may want to use your own personal Hightower guards (10-20 are likely sufficient).

Hand Hightower Status Check: @Maelvona
Lukas is obsessive but he isn't entirely ignorant of politics. The reason Lukas is reporting to Hand Hightower before the investigation is done and is offering to allow him to send his own men as well is so that the Hand of the King at the conclusion of the investigation will be able to tell King Aegon IV that he took a personal hand in the solving of the mystery (rather than just say Master of Whisperers Lothston handled the entire situation). It looks better for the Hand and this is a likely Lukas' way of expressing thanks for his cooperation and the increased funding of his department.

Or Hand Hightower is overthinking it and Lothston just thought it was the polite thing to do. Lukas doesn't seem like the type to care about who gets the credit for his actions to be honest.
 
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Thoughts of Daena the Defiant

She had watched with pride as the father of her child had granted Blackfyre to her one and only son. Once, long ago, she had hoped to sit on the throne herself. When her idiot of a brother had died from fasting too much, there was talk of such a measure. A ruling Queen. She knew it was now much too late. A council had passed her over and Uncle Viserys had become a one year king. Now her former lover was King. His heir married to a Dornish harlot who had given him four half-dornish sons. His grandson and heir after Daeron more Martell then Targaryen. The realm is doomed. The Blood of Old Valyria corrupted by Rhoynar taint.

There was one last hope. Her son. Some would say, Aegon the Conqueror reborn. She agreed. A true prince for the throne, as Aegon would have wanted. A military man who will render Dorne asunder and submit them at sword's point instead of the marriage bed. Hang the Martells in Sunspear for the crimes against her family. Revenge for her dear oldest brother. Yet were once dragons would have decided who would be King, the dragons were no more. She remembered the last one. A feeble sickly thing, barely as big as a dog, with stunted wings and withered scales. No, she would have to be more subtle to get her dear Daemon on the throne. The sword was but the first big step. For Daemon's claim to carry weight, he needed a wife of proper breeding. No Dornish harlot would do for her Daemon. A proud daughter of Valyria. And she knew where to find one.

There was one other thing she could do for her son, but it required time and tact and even guile. She would need to retrace her brother's steps for an artifact most valuable. Aegon the Conqueror's circlet of a crown with rubies laid in. A crown fit for a King. This does however mean she would need to send agents to Dorne, where it had been lost.

Perhaps, she could entice her cousin to her bed one last time. For one last favour or two. Her beauty had not quite yet started to fade.



 
From: Baviecca Daye, Regent of Starfall
To: Farien Yronwood, the Bloodroyal @Arryn

Lord Yronwood

My sister sets out tomorrow for Yronwood to met her betrothed, as an additional precaution I have arranged an armed bodyguard for her, a thousand men, to both protect her and serve the honour and prestige of House Dayne under the command of my distant cousin Motamid Dayne, once they arrive at Yronwood they will have completed their task
 
From: Brandon Stark
To: Lord Dustin @comradepitrovsky
My good lord Dustin, i believe it is time to begin looking for lords to foster my sons once they are old enough to leave hearth and home to learn at more experienced lords feet. To this end, i would ask whether you hold any interest in taking my son Ronnel as a ward?
 
182 - 8th Moon


The Battle of the Red Bridge

Glorious Bracken chargers crush against the Blackwood betrayers
It was a bright day, perfect for some simple man to go fishing. Such was, one simple man, on his dingy sailing across the Red Fork, bobbing about. The tepid water let a low wave out, a rising curiosity from the man's brow, before the once-tepid water started shaking at a rapid pace. A thousand warhorses trampled the landscape, rousing the smallfolk all around and even the nearby naturelife which fled. Sparrows flew above, and the man thought he saw a raven, but must have been his faulty sight. He ducked his head as the men from House Bracken charged by a large column, the bridge up ahead just a few hundred yards was their destination. Luckily for the heavy horse, their foe had not yet made it. But they would not have long, and a war camp was set up to prepare for their arrival , which would come as the sun drew to a close...

The Blackwood's would not commit to a fight until the dawn rose, and a young Ser Bennifer Blackwood would lead them. They had set out quickly, but the Brackens honestly expected such a maneuver when they found out about Pennytree and had been raising their levies as the other Riverlords inspected it. Ser Uther, the Bucking Stallion, led the van and rallied his men for battle. The Blackwood's had a smaller force by nearly a half, but their professional men was far more, as was their archers. Famous, were they, the Blackwood Arrows, and those that volleyed them the Raven's Talons. Bracken had their own chargers, and with them, came a small trick. Two river barges had been outfitted with men, and sailed up the river on either side of the bridge. They were well prepared for an assault, but that did not stop young Bennifer. He would not be deterred, even his uncle Rolan could not convince the Lordling otherwise. There would be a crossing.

Arrows rained half the day, shields breaking, but the Brackens would face little loses and any crossing or attempt by the Blackwood's to get close was staved off by the barges. The Brackens looked to have fended them off for the day, before Bennifer's inexperience showed and his patience ran dry, he told his own cavalry to charge across the bridge, where the Brackens awaited them. Such was a folly maneuver, in hindsight, but it was the only way to break through and force their way. The men of stone hedge broke lances and they met within the middle, it didn't look to work until black arrows rained down upon the knights. Yet, such an action had unintended consequences. Ser Uther ordered a full charge, and broke the backs of the Blackwood cavalry, but it didn't stop there, they harassed them back across the bridge and followed them, killing every horse they could and likewise their riders. Raventree Hall would mourn their loss, and the defeat of the day, as Bennifer barely made it out with his life and would try a new tactic on the morrow..

The fortunes of the Blackwood's would be lifted, the Tully entourage marched to their cause and came from the West. They found a sizable host of Bracken derailing the Blackwood invasion, but a force not their own size even, Lord Tristan was expecting a victory and assured it to his men. They split the Bracken forces, a smaller contingent guarding the bridge, their barges had sunk, and the large force falling behind the ditches and stakes they had placed quickly. Tully commanded his archers to fire upon their lines, not quite the size of Blackwood's own nor with the renown, but the fished surcoat sailed well and these men would score the most kills by the end of this day. The peasants had no shields or protection, and their numbers fell by companies as the day went on.

Lord Varrick Bracken took the larger host from his uncle, and commanded it against Trisan. Uther stuck to the bridge, keeping Ser Bennifer Blackwood from crossing, and such was the two battles that broiled for the rest of the day. The Battle of the Red Bridge, for blood already seeped its stone. Lord Tristan defended his army against the battle-hardened Brackens well, but he did not anticipate quite their maneuver ability and fearsome raw potential. He sent his own heavy horse after them, not experiencing the destruction they gave their past foes. The two engaged, and they battled as their Lords bid them.

Such on the bridge was a much more tense, much more brutal, and a more personal fight. Bennifer knew he had only one chance to break through and meet his allies, and if he pulled back, worried that the Tully's would lose the offensive and their entire war effort could be in jeopardy. He launched his men-at-arms into a charge, despite taking losses at the last battle, being shaken up and with mere parity of those on horse, the Blackwoods did as their liege bid them.. For he lead them himself. He charged on the ground as any man could attest, and he flung his way at their foes, slicing down any man who troubled their way infront of him. It is said that Bennifer slayed twenty men that day, taking them off their mounts and personally cutting each down, only giving pause to his blade should the man be a knight.

What a force to behold Bennifer was, that the bridge looked to shake, and their arrows blotting the sky gave the Blackwood's cause to spring forth a rally cry. They actually thought they could win, with their youthful commander at their side, all was to be looking up, even as the commander of the Brackens, the Bucking Stallion himself, revealed his impressive stature. The man unhorsed from the brown destrier, and raised his blade towards Bennifer. He called his name, horsing out the call for a duel. Of course, the young knight obliged, and the two masters at arms engaged. The right to win an edge made their blades clash, and several times did the two men's blades met, after the second time unbelievably, Uther spoke. "Might have won the tourney at Riverrun, might I. Then I'd have the Tully's blades at my back, saving my rear, eh? Then again, I wouldn't need savin' if I was against your sorry lot." The bearded knight roared a laughter and his men around him did as well, as the fighting had stopped for a moment to watch the tense edge-off for a victor.

Those words roared a fire within Bennifer and he tripped up the elder knight, winning the advantage and striking him clear across the chest, earning another roar.. One of a different kind. Uther did not kid again, and his face grew stern, launching a storm of blows upon the young knight. The two traded some more, it was hard to ascertain who had the lead, but Bennifer always seemed one step ahead of his opponent, using his agility to gain the advantage, no matter how hard-earned it was, the soldiers around them started to watch more clearly, and a circle was formed for whoever crossed in their paths earned a quick death. One man tried to strike a hand at Uther with his back turned, but Bennifer himself parried the blow. He knew this was his only chance to defeat them, and fought valiantly. He fought bravely. And he lost.

Uther was a match for Bennifer, surely, and perhaps on a better day he could have won. But the Bucking Stallion overpowered the boy, drawing in for the kill.. Still, Bennifer saw a chance.. A mere chance to strike and kill him, ending all of this, in his own mind, and giving his House the victory they pined for a generation. Yet he couldn't do it, because as he thought of this, his own life flashed around him and he dropped to his knees. His men howled in defeat as he raised his blade, a clear surrender. Ser Uther had half a mind to slay him here, but the real battle was not on the bridge. He accepted the boy's sword and life, and vaulted him back to his men, as he seated himself upon his horse and launched another merciless charge into the demoralized Blackwood's. Bennifer's Uncle Rolan quickly ordered the archers to a retreat as he saw the day was lost, a curious white-haired boy with blood-red eyes and a large birthmark spanning his neck and cheek watched the battle unfold. He had been a squire to one of the veteran archers, and he retreated with the rest of them - but not until his eyes gazed upon another boy across the field, heaving around a halfmade shield, a horse.. With dragon wings? The boy drew a smirk before he was hauled off, seeing something the others had not dared, the army retreating.



At the other side of the field, the Tully's fared better, but not by much. Tully's heavy horse had been beaten badly from the Bracken's smaller division, and they looked to lose the day, as the lancers made a mockery of their lines and avoided nimbly the spears Lord Tristan had spent so much care to obtain. He cursed his luck and while his men had reached the stakes and started to slaughter enmasse the levies of the Brackens, their forces were looking to reengage from the battle of the Bridge, and the evening sank with the sun slowly drifting down. The Tully's fought a fighting withdrawal, but Lord Varrick did not give chase. That eve Varrick told his uncle his plans, and thus the Red Bridge was sealed in a red fire: burning it to the ground and allowing the Brackens to retreat back to Stone Hedge, confident the Tully's would not give chase on their own. Word would reach across the realm, and to those in Lannisport on the eve of the Wedding, of the Bracken's victory and the bleeding of the Riverlands, as the Vance and Piper banners rally to their allies.


 
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