Battle of Oldtown

The Royal Army, cobbled together from the remnants of a long a grisly war, marched forward against a foe they knew well. As the ranks of their army was comprised almost entirely of veterans, the only Poor Fellows that remained for the most zealous of their ilk awaiting the abomination’s swords with murmured prayers and confidence in their cause. Ser Hector had the advantage of choosing the battlefield and had prepared it well. Royal troops, already outnumbered, took heavy casualties maneuvering through the minefield of mantraps and trenches as longbow fire rained down upon them. The Crownlanders took the worst of, with respected Lord Alyn Celtigar falling clutching at an barrow buried in his Adam’s apple, a heavy toll on morale. Lord Desmond Dustin fared much better, maneuvering his knights around the caltrops that littered the field, though this slowed their entrance into the fray. Yet, the famed lancer and bastard Rycherd Storm, was too hasty in his movements. One of the hooves of his valiant steed was pierced by the spike of a rusty caltrop, sending rider flying as his mount crumpled, his neck breaking as he struck the dirt.

There were a few dozen meters of sanctuary between the last of the Faith’s trenches and the massive steel mantlets their front ranks huddles beneath. As the first of the royal troops crawled exhausted from the trenches, the Poor Fellows charged, shouting verses from the holy text of the Seven. The next rank of reserves quickly moved to take cover from dragonfire beneath the mantlets. Though Poor Fellows were infamous at this point for their shoddy equipment, they pressed their number advantages against the royal levies with zealous barabarism. Robert Morrigen proved his worth, the Stormlander cutting a wide swath as the masses swarmed him, giving Rhaegar Targaryen’s heavy infantry a momentary reprieve to crawl form the trenches and get their footing.

The remainder of the first wing led the attack against the left flank. In the air, Daenya and Aegon target the left flank of the mounted Warriors Sons, Glutton and Vandaras unleashing a torrent of flame upon the knights of the Faith. Horses screamed as they were roasted alive, hampering the cavalry strength they would have to bear on the royal forces. Longbow and crossbow fire from those on the ground turned their attention to the two dragons, most clattering harmlessly against the hard scaled of the beasts. Daenya attempted to return fire with her own bow. Though most missed, a few struck the surprised men below, who thought fire was all they had to fear from above.

The second wing made for the walls, intent on finishing the job the Crown Prince had left unfinished. Trajan Waters drew their fire with grace, making the job appear easy as Zyraxes dove through the air, spinning to avoid the flurry of explosive bolts that attempted to get a steady bead. Maekar and Rhaena followed behind, flames of Cyrax and Tyraxes setting the explosive caches of ammunition ablaze. The resulting explosion sent a domino effect down the wall, taking out four ballistae and their screaming crews. The elation was short lived, however. As the trio wheeled their beasts around, the thunderous retort of the Father’s Fist echoed across the battlefield, the barbed head of its harpoon sprouting out from Tyraxes’ chest as it struck the best just below the shoulder blade. Once more, the chain was attached, wheeling the young dragon in. As the angle this time was horizontal, Rhaena would be in range of the city’s ballistae upon the Citadel in short time.

The last wing made for the Faith’s right flank, aiming for the mass of troops rather than the knights. Baelor fared as well as Trajan in dodging the enemy fire, though more because the Faith Militant had learned at this point that the danger lay in the larger dragons rather than the small ones. As Azuria and Mithrax dove down to bathe the front ranks of the Faith in fire, a storm of arrows and crossbow bolts forced them back up. Though the missile fire did no discernible damage to the dragons or riders, as Aemon pulled up, three explosive bolts shredded the membranes of Azuria’s right wing. The Sky Dancer spun slowly in the air, unable to stay aloft, landing upon a mass of Faith troops.

(Azuria takes a Heavy wound and will be unable to take to the air)

(Tyraxes takes a heavy wound and will be in range of the Citadel’s ballistae in 1 turn.)

(Elseyris will enter the battle next round)