The Riot of King's Landing:
The Assassin was not exactly something you wanted to be woken up to when Ser Harold Woke you up. It was a common cutthroat, a catspaw from the depths of the Flea Bottom slums, a usual man who killed for five silver stags, not really taking into account that richer men wanted to make things so much simpler. And paid more. Though considering that richer men usually didn't want to pay… you really couldn't have known.
But Ser Harold Westerling had stuck a sword through his spine and left him to bleed out on the floor when you were aroused from slumber. Mornings it seemed were eviler than you first thought. "Are we under attack?"
That made the knight shrug. "Not exactly, just a rat." He swore as he spat on the corpse. "But it seems that I'm not the only one that needs to speak to you."
You rose from your bed and saw Robert come in, armor dusty, battered and his hands covered in blood. His sword was slick with hot red liquid.
You were not happy to be woken up by assassins, but from Roberts' scared and frantic look, you didn't want to be looking at this too.
"Riots are in the street," Wendwater said as he looked at the knight of the kings guard. "They are clashing at Shepherds square, but if we do not move quickly, we will not be able to contain it."
You stood and looked at yourself, you had fallen asleep in your armor, the previous night's excursion and raids having left you drained. But now it seemed, that despite your poor smell, you were prepared. You strapped your sword and shield to your side and arm and began to walk towards the stables. "What is going on, what started it?" You asked.
Wendwater spoke quickly, his voice sounding like a frantic chatter of wood and stone grinding together. "Septon railed up at one of the septs, saying the world was bloody going to end." He said. "Stormsinger heard from a little kid that was nearby. Started gathering men and arms to battle. Said that if the world was going to end, he would make sure his own would be the ones to reclaim it."
Fuck, you were not going to be happy about this. "Has it gotten out of the square?" You asked.
You looked at the horn, your personal horn that could signal all the Watchmen in the city, and grabbed it, you were going to need more men. "How many do you think?"
Rioters: 1346
"Less than two thousand, but they are all armed, and if blood gets onto the streets, we might not be able to contain the fear."
Wendwater was right, you needed to be fast. "How many mounted officers do we have now on duty, and how many can we mount?"
Mounted Men:
D500 => 441
"A little less than five hundred, but I don't see how that helps us?" Robert said as Harold nodded, looking at his horse.
"If we can keep them in the square, we're going to need to bring all we can to separate them, and to have them disperse. We'll need Cavalry, and we'll need men." You said as you looked at your horse.
"We don't have the men?" Robert said.
"Yes, we do." You said. You blew the horn, rallying every single watchman, both active and resting, to their stations. There would need to be swift
OR all might perish.
The Answer:
D6000 => 5638
And nearly all came, save for the skeleton crew that defended the gates.
This will end now.
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You were lucky to find a helmet that fits, as you saw Arnolf ride towards you. "We sealed off the square, and made any who wanted to join taken to the King's Gate." He said as the Dwarfson came running up with his great ax in hand.
Gregor gave a laugh. "The fighting has begun, and we are waiting on your command."
"I saw we let them suffer," Arnolf growled. "Let the idiots die."
"We're not going to." You ordered. "This riot will disperse, and it will end with us in control."
You then rode, and Harold waited at the front of the Cavalry. "Take them through Copper street, and then take the right at Weeping Willow's. Come from the north to flank them. You will have plenty of room to cut off their escape and force their surrender."
Harold nodded and he took his riders as you and your men nodded. They knew the orders. And you knew that this was going to be hell if you let them. "Come on lads, this is our home!" You shouted with vigor. "We will not let them destroy it!"
And the men roared in agreement.
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The Riot saw you as the sounds and thunder of men came towards them. Their own hatred was hidden by a fear of self-preservation. The armed mob saw what was coming toward them.
"Disperse." You ordered. "All will disperse or all will die."
They may not have heard you, but the lads clanking their shields, spears, and swords.
They instead looked at you, with horror. And they stood.
What do you-
Ruthless Trait interrupt.
They would not listen.
They would die!
"Kill them all!" You roared. "Any that do not surrender, their lives are forfeit!"
The Crackdown:
D100 => 94+20=114 vs (Numbers too low, autofail)
And the crackdown was brutal.
The many valyrians realized that they would not be saved and laid down their arms, kissing the ground to avoid the whirlwind of destruction and death coming their way.
And many unfortunately did not surrender fast enough. Those that did, were lucky.
But those of the Faithful, fools led by their shepherd, and their Septon, had wished to resist all seven hundred men and women and children.
They would not see the sunrise.
You led from the front, your horse crushing several. And one you killed was a child, armed with a spear, completely terrified of what was happening. But his spear was aimed at you, and he used it to try and protect himself, to get himself away from you… you would have done the same…
But it did not matter. He had tried to hurt you, and your own.
You slashed his face open… if he survived, he would be disfigured for life.
Yet you knew he died, because the boy stabbed himself, his spear discarded from your slash, but he fell onto it.
You wanted to feel something.
But unlike the pirates. You felt nothing. You just felt… nothing.
You had accepted that if people tried to kill you, they would die, no matter what they were.
But by the time it was over, less than a few minutes you could say… half the rioters were dead. Crushed under the boot of the city watch.
Trampled by the mounted riders…
And… left to rot, for the corpse collectors to pick up the cadavers…
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Court loved the sight of the city watch dealing with such a riot. That the city was going to be safe.
You had even heard a rumor that the Princess watched from the Tower of the Hand, to see the City Watch at work. Far away, not knowing what was going on. Not seeing death or horror.
The City Watch had its victory, its baptism in blood.
And the city was on notice.
And you had a cloak to give them all. A sign of their office. To make the city fear the Watch.
What color is it?:
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Reward: The Riot was utterly annihilated before it could spread. More than half were killed, and the rest were taken into custody. Many would go to the Wall.
The Court of King's Landing feels safe about the city Watch finally working to clean up the streets.
The City is put on notice, and they will not take this lying down. It does not fear you… it will challenge you.
The Bat is concerned that you will just be another thug, wielding power that will kill innocents.
Viserys is willing to do a lot to help you keep the Watch in top form.
The City's gangs are now willing to break bread.
