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Post by Maekar on Jan 17, 2014 18:11:21 GMT -5
Maekar frowned, and he shook his head. "No," he replied, not elaborating any further because there was no legitimate tactical reason for the decision other than his refusal to see her further in harm's way than necessary.
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2014 18:14:18 GMT -5
"Yes," Aegon said. "Cyrax is too large a target. But I do not want this theory tested until we have dropped a couple hundred rocks on top of that thing."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2014 18:26:57 GMT -5
Phase 1
For four long hours, the Targaryens reigned rocks rather than fire upon their hated foe. To those below, it likely seemed like some nightmarish hail storm, rocks the size of human heads falling in regular intervals. It was a long and monotonous process, some runs going without a single hit upon the Hightower, simply sending up briny splashes in the Whispering Sound. Nonetheless, those that hit, did so with colossal force. Most took out sizable chunks of the battlements, stone shattering stone more aptly than any trebuchet. Craterous scars pockmarked one of the 9 Wonders of the World. Over a dozen men were slain by the falling rocks, more from the lucky hits on the ballistae that ruptured the explosive substance in the bolts. This was stemmed when most of the crews took cover inside the Hightower or under the steel dome itself. The steel dome was dented or warped by a number of hits, though remained largely intact.
The bombing runs went off without a hitch until late until the third hour when the second wing took to the air. Whether Maekar became bored by the monotonous task and seeing little results or Cyrax became tired from lugging rocks up time and time again after its successful bombing run with the wildfire; the Little Dread sank just a bit too low in the sky. The thunderous noise from Father's Fist being fired seemed to startle them all after hours of silence in the air, a harpoon from the dome's depths launching out with murderous intent. Luckily, at such a range, a direct hit was not to be had. The harpoon grazed Cyrax's side, leaving a deep gash and a stream of smoking blood. Apparently, the chain could not be used at such a range either.
After that, the bombing runs was finished without further incident. Only three shots landed in its interior of the dome; though whether they hit crew, the harpoon gun, or nothing at all was unknown from so high in the air.
[Cyrax takes a Light Wound]
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Post by Maekar on Jan 17, 2014 18:36:00 GMT -5
Maekar comes into land on the dragon field, and dismounts immediately, to check Cyrax's wound. Before getting too close, he meets the dragon's eyes fiercely until it bows its head, and he moves in to inspect the gash.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 18:42:05 GMT -5
Daenya landed and dismounted Vandaras, before sitting down on the ground. She was tired, now that the tension had worn off. They had been bombarding for four hours straight and yet it seemed to have passed like a blur.
She pulled off her helmet and leaned again Vandaras, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 17, 2014 18:51:13 GMT -5
Aemon landed Azuria aside the others, he rubs her neck affectionately as he dismounts and takes a look around her to make sure that she hadn't been injured. Once sure that she was fine he walks around to her head and leans his head on hers resting after the four hour rock barrage.
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2014 18:59:53 GMT -5
Glutton stared at the distant city, pools of steaming saliva forming in his jaws and falling to the ground, making a hissing sound as they burned small pits into the earth. When well fed, Glutton was docile as a housecat and spent most of his hours curled up in lazy sleep. But when he was hungry, Glutton would fight the Black Dread itself for a scrap of meat. Aegon had made sure Glutton was hungry today. A sound akin to a lion's roar emanated from the beast, causing some of the attendants to step back in fear. Aegon knew his dragon well enough to know it was no growl, but rather the enormous beast's stomach rumbling.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 19:01:05 GMT -5
After the initial bombardment was over, true to her word, Rhaena took to the skies once more on the back of Tyraxes headed to where abouts Maekar had been when Cyrax had been grazed. She didn't fear death, especially in battle, but she really would rather not. She let out a long breath and had Tyraxes fly around in sporadically sized figures of eight, going both beyond where Cyrax was struck and further away, so she was less of an easy target, turning her head all the while to keep the dome in her eyesight, hoping that if it did fire, that she would have at least a very short time to react, it being different from the other hit dragons in that she was expecting it, as much as it was possible to expect.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2014 19:07:04 GMT -5
Nothing happened.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 19:20:08 GMT -5
Rhaena stayed up there a while longer, before coming down and announcing nothing happened.
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2014 19:23:08 GMT -5
Upon hearing nothing happened, Aegon orders the wildfire bombs (now attached with fuses) taken aloft once the ground forces are in position.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 19:36:04 GMT -5
Hearing the call to fly again, Daenya slowly got up and put her helmet on again. She and Vandaras made their way to the crew who loaded the bombs.
Once Vandaras had been equipped she flew over to Aegon and Elsie.
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Post by Maekar on Jan 17, 2014 19:44:04 GMT -5
Maekar took to the air again aback Cyrax, swooping around to grap the wheel-chain connecting another pair of barrels, one of Wildfire, one of pitch, and swept back up into the air. Once he was above the height ceiling of the wall-ballistae, and Rhaena flew on his wing with her own set of barrels, he gave the signal to her to follow him a run over the back ranks of the solders, just as he had done over the gatehouse earlier. They could go a bit lower than his first pass but not by much, since all the ballistae on top of the gatehouse itself had been reduced to slag, but those on the surrounding walls were still able to fire.
Their goal was to hit the rear ranks of the enemy army, between the men and the gatehouse, blocking their retreat back into the city and driving them forward toward the royal army.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 19:45:40 GMT -5
Hearing the call to fly again, Daenya slowly got up and put her helmet on again. She and Vandaras made their way to the crew who loaded the bombs. Once Vandaras had been equipped she flew over to Aegon and Elsie. Elseyris nodded towards Daenya as she got close; "Are you holding up alright?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 19:48:22 GMT -5
"I am, thank you," Daenya replied, managing a small smile. "And you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 20:07:31 GMT -5
"I am, thank you," Daenya replied, managing a small smile. "And you?" "These hours have been long, but it seems that at least we made progress. Now, we shall show them our fury." Elseyris' face was solemn and determined, as she spurred Nenyan into the air, swung him around to collect a wildfire bomb, then sped him up above the walls of Oldtown, letting it fall down towards the point she had been instructed to target. Immediately after letting go of the bomb, she twisted Nenyan in the air, hoping to swoop out of attack range of the walls as quickly as possible. |
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 20:10:23 GMT -5
After reporting that she had not died, Rhaena followed the lead of her wing commander, and swept after him on Tyraxes again, picking up the barrel of Wildfire as gentle as possible and following just along side Maekar, ready to release the payload at the right time and get out of there.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 17, 2014 20:19:57 GMT -5
Aemon, back in Azuria's saddle takes off and guides her to pick up the barrel of wildfire and slag. Aemon guides Azuria towards the gate house behind Maekar, he cautiously takes Azuria in holding a firm hand on his whip in case any ballistas fired in his direction. Once Azuria is passed the gates and is above the faith militants in the city Azuria drops the barrels to try and start fires inside the city as well as to create panic among the men.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 17, 2014 20:25:07 GMT -5
VAlarr took up his bomb. He flew over the ruined gatehouse after his trueborn brother, then further into the city. He released his bomb in a different place to Aemon in hopes of maximizing the impact.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 18, 2014 18:29:37 GMT -5
Phase 2-Wing 1
The first wing heads for the walls, their goal to disable the deadly ballistae lining Oldtown’s ramparts.
Prince Aegon, upon the dragon Glutton, leads the pack. Perhaps the pressure of the battle being his to lose was weighing on the Crown Prince, for he whipped his beast far too early as they made their approach. The barrels of wildfire and pitch tumbled through the air, landing at least a hundred yards before the walls in an empty field. The plume of green fire that followed simply served as a costly fireworks show, the only casualties being ants and butterflies.
Daenya, sane or not, learns rapidly from her brother’s mistake. Her approach and timing are nearly flawless. The barrels tumble through the air and shatter upon the ramparts right between two ballistae. The viscous green substance goats them and erupts, sending the contraptions and their crew to the Seven Hells.
Elseyris follow drops her payload next, though her young dragon struggles to stay aloft with the heavy munitions. The barrels land a bit wide, but still take out a number of ballistae. The elation of success is short lived, however, as an exhausted Nenyan flew far too low and passed into range of the weapons Aegon had missed. A volley of explosive bolts filled the sky, two striking the small dragon’s left leg, blowing the appendage clean off with a howl of pain from the wounded beast.
[Results: 1/3 of the ballistae upon the walls remain and Nenyan takes a Heavy Wound]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 18:53:44 GMT -5
Rocked by the blast to Nenyan's leg, and near-deafened by his agonized screech, Elseyris did her best to steer him back towards the camp, flying erratically down to the ground, where Nenyan stumbled and slid wildly, and then lay thrashing in pain. She dismounted as quickly as she could, practically leaping down from the saddle in her panic, and rushed to grasp Nenyan's snout, desperately trying to soothe him, his frightened squeaks bringing tears to her eyes. She took a glance past his face to the wreck in his side where his hind leg had been, but quickly looked away, trying to focus on his eyes as she stroked his head, her voice a shaky, anxious whisper;
"I'm sorry, Little Brother, I'm sorry they got you. You'll be alright, try to be still."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 19:15:21 GMT -5
Daenya cheered when she saw her bomb strike true, enveloping two of the ballistae in green fire that burned hotter than any natural substance. She swooped over screaming men and swung about, returning to their landing zone behind the ranks. She didn't see Nenyan get hit but she heard him scream and upon landing she looked about to see how he was faring.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 18, 2014 19:21:17 GMT -5
Phase 2-Wing 2
Maekar, upon Cyrax, led the pack. The debate on whether his perfect placement earlier was skill or luck, was quickly settled as he repeated the act. The barrels tumbled through the air to land precisely where he intended, in the back center ranks of the army. This was a terrifying blow to the Faith’s Army, as most of the rear ranks comprised of the veteran troops kept fresh in the reserves. They began pushing forward to escape the inferno behind them, sending many men in the front ranks into their own carefully laid defensive traps. Men in the front ranks were impaled in spike pits as the flesh of those in the back ranks melted.
Rhaena was less successful upon Tyraxes. Though the dragon was fresh, it was unusually strong, managing to stay out of range of the remaining ballista and carry the barrels without issue. The fault was in the rider, who unlike Aegon, whipped her dragon too late rather than too soon. The barrels shattered harmlessly against Oldtown’s high walls, sending a plume of smoke and flame along its length.
(The Faith Army takes heavy casualties, mostly to their veterans, and move forward. However, they are not quite out of ballista range.)
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 18, 2014 19:55:29 GMT -5
Phase 2-Wing 3
The final wing flies passed the city walls to drop bombs within the city itself. All three members hold their breath as they pass within the effective range of the Father’s Fist, though the threat of the Hightower remained dormant.
Valarr led the wing, the royal bastard and hardened veteran flying confidently upon Ithilgore. Though he remained out of range of the ballista on the walls, in his haste to bring death to his foes and distraction with the Father’s Fist, he flew too close to the towers of the Citadel. The ballistae crews there were overseen by the maesters who had designed the war machines. Explosive bolts filled the air as Ithilgore passed too close, one striking the bottom of the barrel of wildfire. The concussive force of the blast sent the flaming green liquid upward to coat rider and dragon alike. Though Ithilgore’s scales were thick and the beast largely immune to flames, the same could not be set for the membranes of its wings. It fell from the air as ragged black holes were scorched in the appendages keeping him aloft. Valarr himself did not notice the sudden steep decline of his mount, engulfed in green flames himself. Man and dragon plummeted through the air, both dying instantly on impact and they crashed into the Quill and Tankard. Ser Hector had the fourth skull for his banner; the Maiden her due.
Aemon fared far better, staying out of range of the ballistae as he dropped his payload onto the Old Town City Watch headquarters. The stone building went up in green flames, those inside trapped as they choked to death on acrid smoke and cooked inside like a stone oven.
[Results: Valarr and Ithilgore die. Peacekeeping within the city proper is hampered.]
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 18, 2014 19:56:14 GMT -5
Rhaena couldn't help but be annoyed as she landed, put out that she had wasted some of their valuable fire. She was glad Maekar had done so well, but it would have been better if they had both done so well. She jumped off Tyraxes and put a hand out to him, and he nuzzled it affectionately, his reward for doing so well, when she had failed.
Looking round she saw Elseyris tending to her wounded dragon and moved to stand with her side pressed to her own dragon, knowing it could have gone worse. Then looked into the air and saw too late Valarr falling to his death off of Ithilgore and knew it could have gone a lot worse.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too