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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 20, 2014 19:36:43 GMT -5
As Aemon notices Azuria's wing get torn to shreds he takes from his back his Halberd and signaling to Azuria to start fire blasting those on the ground nearby unhooks the chains that connect him to the saddle, He tries to free himself from Azuria, and starts attacking anyone close enough to approach him and his dragon. Aemon signals for Azuria to start trying to walk towards the enemy camp fire blasting and tail whipping any of the faith that was approaching her, while Aemon stands to fight those who make it past' Azuria's defenses.
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Post by Horas on Jan 20, 2014 19:47:27 GMT -5
Aegon saw trouble on the right and the center, but the system of Wings had been formed so that those who flew together would support each other. He trusted his kin would do so. Seeing Elseyris fly onto the battlefield, he tried to direct her toward Aemon, who was in the direst need of aid -- and with Azuria on the ground, he hoped the smaller dragons in the air would be able to kill with impunity.
Aegon resumed his attention toward his own flank. With the likely rush toward the downed dragon on the opposite side of the battle, Aegon aimed to see the royal forces on the left gain a flank and cut into the Faith host in earnest. With the stiffening element of the Warrior's sons decimated on his side of the battlefield, Aegon's priority targets shift to commanders and banners, leaving the mass of Poor Fellows unguided.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 20, 2014 19:59:04 GMT -5
Seeing Aemon in danger, Baelor Targaryen swooped close on Vriska. The dragon launched herself at the Warriors Sons with a screech as her flame blazed outwards.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 20:07:36 GMT -5
As Dany had Mithrax circle back after gaining altitude, she saw Azuria fall, smashing most of the Faith's right flank in the process like ants. She looked down upon them and deemed the situation manageable for her cousin up until she spotted the Warrior's Sons and Baelor. With a crack of her whip, Daenerys forced Mith lower to scorch the troops as well, but chose to unleash his flames on the Warrior's Sons' left rather than flying on them directly like her cousin.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 20:23:15 GMT -5
Elseyris caught Aegon's indication towards Azuria as she drew close to them, and swooped Nenyan down towards his mother, making a wide circle around her with his yellow flames, blasting at the enemy where the danger to Azuria and Aemon looked most concentrated.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 20, 2014 22:08:57 GMT -5
Rhaena was almost thrown from Tyraxes harness as the Father's Fist hit him in the chest, and screamed out in a voice so pained it rivalled the roar of the dragon as it was struck. A awful moment of shocked calm followed, as she saw nothing to do, and nothing but visions of seeing Rhaegar's dragon torn to shreds danced before her eyes. After the moment she collected herself, and began ordering Tyraxes to pull back against the chain to try to dislodge it, but after Cyrax appeared and came to their aid, she had him concentrate his fire on the spot of the chain Cyrax was also firing at, hoping their combined efforts would make more difference.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 20, 2014 23:22:44 GMT -5
The Royal Army continued to struggle through the obstacles prepared by their foes. Ser Anders Rowan took a pike to the stomach, as he crested the last trench and came upon the battle lines of the Poor Fellows. With their two most prominent commanders on the ground slain and terrifying casualties sustained, Croanland and Reach infantry began to pull back. It was only the timely intervention of Rhaegar Targaryen, sword raised high as he led the heavy infantry into the fray, which prevented a full rout. They cut deep into the center of the mass of Poor Fellows, peasant weapons glancing off their gothic armor as two-handed swords of castle-forged steel cut a bloody swath through the Faith Militant ranks.
The cavalry on the crown’s right flank, under the command of Desmond Dustin, fared much better than those on foot. Finally skirting the caltrops, they crashed into the Faith cavalry already weakened by the fiery wrath of Wing 1. The knights of the Faith fought valiantly, but were slowly forced back. The cavalry on the crown’s right flank failed worse, Ser Gareth Royce taking an arrow to the shoulder and falling from his horse. The mass of Arryn knights halted to aid their commander, many more downed by the rain of arrows. Breaking the arrow off, he swung back into the saddle, waving his men forward.
In the air, Glutton and Vandaras continued to prove that an aged dragon was truly worthy of terror. The flank of the mass of poor fellows not afforded protection from the massive steal mantlets, were snuffed out as flamed enveloped them. Scores died screaming as the madwoman rained destruction down upon them. Glutton’s attacks, while doing less damage, were far more precise as he targeted the commanders near the rear. Signal banners and drummers were reduced to ash, sewing confusion amongst the untrained ranks.
Wing 2 had devolved into a desperate struggle to save Princess Rhaena and her dragon. Trajan concentrated on the archers upon the walls that had survived the destruction of the siege weapons, cutting down the number of projectiles fired at Cyrax and Tyraxes, a song on his lips as Zyraxes’ claws and teeth tore men to shreds. Tyraxes’ flames were weak, nearly quenched as steaming blood also spewed from the wounded dragon’s maw. Cyrax also struggled to get concentrated flames on the chain, Maekar’s emotions getting the better of him as he saw Rhaena pulled towards impending death. Between the two of them, they managed to make the chain links glow red, but it was not enough as the two were towed into range of the Citadel’s ballistae.
On the ground, Aemon fights like a madman, attempting to fend off those attacking his dragon. His halberd cuts a wide swath through the Poor Fellows in front of him, clearing that angle at the least. However, for each man he cut down, two seemed to fill the gap, concentrating on slaying Azuria. Wounded and surrounded, the dragon was desperate; flames, claws and tail lashing out at those around her. Long pikes stabbed at her, worrying their way under her armored scaled to pierce the soft flesh beneath. A few brave souls crawled atop her, striking at her with heavy axes as if trying to hew down a massive tree. Boiling blood streamed from Azuria’s numerous wounds in a torrent.
The dragons that flew to Azuria’s aid met with mixed success. As Vriska swooped low, another volley of arrows flew out like a murder of crows. One struck Baelor in the chest, piercing a lung and causing him to hack up blood. He was forced to retreat from the fight. Daenerys fared far better upon Mithrax, flames forcing many Poor Fellows back as they attempted to put the wounded Azuria out of her misery. Nenyan also seemed eager to save her mother. Despite the severe injuries sustained, her flames managed to force many of the axe-men off of Azuria’s back.
Approaching fast upon Azuria was the company of 500 mounted Warriors Sons led by the Dragonbane himself. His banner fluttered in the air, his sigil already having been updated with the two dragon skulls to represent those slain so far in the battle. The man was clearly eager to add his fifth, hardenedash spear leveled as the knights approached with deadly intent, dragonscale barding having been fit to his white destrier. He led the charge in a wedge formation, forming the point himself
(Azuria takes another heavy wound)
(Rhaena and Cyrax will take fire from ballistae at the start of next round)
(Baelor is forced to retreat from the battle)
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Post by Maekar on Jan 20, 2014 23:28:41 GMT -5
Maekar frantically whipped Cyrax, giving the command for fire over and over. It became clear that would not be enough, however and he eyed the chain knowing there were only seconds until the ballistae began to fire. "On my mark, have Tyraxes pull as hard as he can for our camp," he called out to Rhaena. He attempted to interpose Cyrax and himself between the weapons o n the Hightower and the Princess, the larger dragon with its wings spread surely blocking her from their line of sight.
"NOW!" he bellowed, turning Cyrax so that the dragon's heavy tail swung around in a whip, snapping it at the chained in the spot where it had been weakened by fire, trying to break the steel with the dragon's massive strength. If successful he would get out of range as quickly as possible, if not he would attempt to snatch Rhaena from her saddle and flee toward the royal camp.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 20, 2014 23:49:55 GMT -5
Aemon stands tall in front of Azuria cutting down the pathetic poor fellows with the swings of his halberd. Noticing the charge of the Warrior Knights bearing down on the location of him and his flightless dragon, Aemon smiles weakly as he notices that Ser Hector led them. He whistles sharply to get Azuria to turn her head towards the oncoming knights and to get to just flamethrower the fuck out of them once they get into range of her fire. Aemon then yells over the roaring battle towards Ser Hector, "Face me bastard! If you want her you're going to have to come through me first." Aemon roars as he vaults over Azuria's neck to put himself between the charging knights and his dragon landing on his feet Aemon rolls his shoulders to loosen them up.
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Post by Horas on Jan 20, 2014 23:53:02 GMT -5
Aegon scanned the writhing sea of banners and steel below him. His forces were faltering, many of his commanders wounded or dead. Dragons across the sky bled molten blood, the burning droplets showering down on the combatants like an unholy rain. But Glutton was still strong, as was Vandaras beside him. The ground had been laid; the Faith right was lacking its heavy knights and commanders, and Ser Hector himself was on the opposite side of the battlefield. If they were to crumple, this was the place and time for it to happen.
"Daenya!" Aegon shouted above the din of battle, "Give them everything, do not hold back!" Aegon swoops Glutton lower than before, hoping Daenya follows, exposing himself to more danger but enhancing the degree of destruction the great dragon could wreak.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 1:58:02 GMT -5
Heartened by Nenyan's success at driving the axemen off his mother, Elseyris kept him circling the forces that were around Aemon, blasting them with flames, in the hope of thinning their numbers enough to protect him and his dragon. She undid the fastening on her flail, holding the long chain tightly as she swung it in rhythmic circles, leaning into each of Nenyan's dives towards the ground, hoping to eliminate yet more of the enemy host before sweeping back up to circle back round.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jan 21, 2014 2:12:18 GMT -5
Enraged by the loss of Vermax, Rhaegar Targaryen fought coldly but furiously, his own sword cutting down the poorly armored Poor Fellows by the scores. He roared himself hoarse encouraging his men and trying to rally the Crownland and Reach infantry. As his men fought on, he glanced around trying to assess the situation and for possible weaknesses in the Poor Fellow's troop dispositions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 3:03:53 GMT -5
Daenya looked over to Aegon, then across the pitched battle field to the spot where Azuria lay... where the Dragonbane and his men were approaching.
"Fuck this! We need to burn them! The Dragonbane!!"
She snarled and let Vandaras swoop low over the flank again, screaming at him to burn them all. She let Vandaras bathe the ranks below her in fire for a long omebt before pulling him over to the right and flying to where the Dragonbane's men were heading. On her way she kept burning.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 7:03:41 GMT -5
Daenerys saw Baelor leave and took up his place above the Warrior's Sons, flying on the opposite side of Elseyris and Nenyan so both sides of the formation would be equally exposed to the flame. Then, she led Mith back to Azuria and started scorching the knights from above while keeping an eye on possible threats from other directions as well, ready to aim Mith's fire elsewhere if need be.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 21, 2014 16:58:19 GMT -5
Maekar frantically whipped Cyrax, giving the command for fire over and over. It became clear that would not be enough, however and he eyed the chain knowing there were only seconds until the ballistae began to fire. "On my mark, have Tyraxes pull as hard as he can for our camp," he called out to Rhaena. He attempted to interpose Cyrax and himself between the weapons o n the Hightower and the Princess, the larger dragon with its wings spread surely blocking her from their line of sight. "NOW!" he bellowed, turning Cyrax so that the dragon's heavy tail swung around in a whip, snapping it at the chained in the spot where it had been weakened by fire, trying to break the steel with the dragon's massive strength. If successful he would get out of range as quickly as possible, if not he would attempt to snatch Rhaena from her saddle and flee toward the royal camp. Rhaena nodded, too busy worrying for Tyraxes to feel guilty over Maekar putting himself in harms way, that would come later, if there were a later. She didn't reply to meakar's command, but when he gave the word she whipped Tyraxes round to head back towards camp, as she had been instructed. If the plan didn't work, and Tyraxes wasn't freed, she would resist Maekar's attempts to grab her and if he is unsuccessful then attempt to direct Tyraxes to follow the chain to attempt to take out the Father's Fist, with fire, strength and lava blood if necessary in an effort to stop it being used on the other dragons. Of one thing she was certain to her best ability, she would live or die with her dragon, they came into the world together, and it was only right they leave it together to. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 21, 2014 18:18:47 GMT -5
With their cavalry decimated, the relentless march forward of the better-armed veteran royal troops, and the merciless rain of fire from Glutton and Vandaras above, the Faith Militant’s left flank began to fold. Only the most zealous remained to face the loyalist blades. Rhaegar Targaryen was struck in the helm by a passive Poor Fellow, wielding the axel of a wagon as a crude club. He saw spots and weakly held up his blade against a deathblow that never game. When his vision became clear, he saw the giant had been hewn in half at the waist, Lord Simon Tarly standing next to him with Heartsbane coated in gore.
The Faith’s right flanks held firm, however, many of the fleeing Poor Fellows halting to rejoin the fight when they saw Sir Hector’s banner charging into the fray. Lord Royce’s beleaguered cavalry never arrived, another volley of arrows finishing off the storied commander. Edmyn Arryn took an arrow to the back as he attempted to rally the routing knights, with many more casualties sustained as they trampled over the caltrops they had spent so much time trying to avoid.
As the First Wing aptly rolled up the Faith’s flank, the Second Wing continued to struggle for their lives. Well….at least two of them did. Having massacred the archers upon the wall, Trajan turned Tyraxes’ flames towards an orphanage on the other side. With a tumultuous final effort, Tyraxes and Cyrax finally shattered the chain, though with Tyraxes faint from her wound, most of the credit went to the larger dragon. As the young dragon flew to freedom on weak wings, a barrage of ballistae fire from the citadel filled the air behind her. Heroically shielding her from the projectiles, Cyrax took the brunt of the fire. Two struck the Little Dread, one in the neck and one in the tail, sending a rain of black scales and molten blood. The beast’s thick armor saved it from a mortal blow, though as one of the projectiles exploded in the air near Maekar’s face, a shard of shrapnel blasted through his visor to bury itself in his right eye.
Back on the ground, Azuria continued to struggle, surrounded by masses of Poor Fellows as the contingent of knights bore down upon her. Her flames were weak from the heavy wounds taken, more blood than fire seeping from her mouth. Noting the two dragons bearing down on him from the air, Hector ordered the mass of knights to split off into three groups. Nenyan dove for the right one, lighting a few of them aflame. As Elseyris flew too low to the ground to get in range of her flail, a crossbow bolt buried itself in her shoulder. Dany proved far more successful, against the group of knights on the right, nearly incinerating them to man. The center group, with the Dragonbane at point, pressed forward, over 150 lances levelled as they reached Azuria. Though he would never admit it, much like Maegor himself, Hector cared far more for the dragon than the man riding it. He swatted the levelled halberd aside with his dragonscale tower shield, the hooves of the scarred steed trampling the headsman underfoot without breaking stried. Dragon scales are harder than plate, but hardened ash war lances have been known to puncture plate with ease when carried by the inertia of a destrier’s charge. Over a hundred lances buried themselves in Azuria’s hide, Hector’s own driving through her eye to puncture her brain. The Smith had his due. It was then that Hector wheeled his steed around to face the Royal headsman, drawing Vigilance.
(Rhaegar takes a Light Wound)
(Cyrax takes 2 Average Wounds)
(Maekar takes a Heavy Wound)
(Elsyris takes a Light Wound)
(Azuria is Slain) (Aemon takes a Light Wound)
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Post by Maekar on Jan 21, 2014 18:29:25 GMT -5
Maekar, with the piece of shrapnel still sticking out of the visor of his helm, urged Cyrax eastward, away from Oldtown. His face burned with agony, and he began to grow woozy with blood-loss, but he desperately clutched at the knowledge that he would likely kill himself if he tried to remove the splinter in the air. He did not know if Cryax was crippled or wounded, and the world was rapidly shrinking into a red haze as blood streamed down his face. He looked frantically around, to see if Rhaena had escaped the barrage, and hoped that he would not be killed when the wounded dragon crashed to the ground, hopefully behind the royal lines.
There were a number of hedge maesters with the army, as well as surgeons and all kinds of healers peddling their salves and remedies to the wounded. Maekar intended to seek out one of the more professional men, most of which had trained in the Citadel for a time but not quite managed to become full Maesters.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 21, 2014 18:29:26 GMT -5
Aemon unfeeling anything as he witnesses Azuria slain in front of him blacks out and goes berserk mode and rushes at Hector trying to decapitate the motherfucker.
(Aemon is now going to fight until he is dead whether or not he kills Hector. For the record he would not have diven out if the way.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 18:31:20 GMT -5
Daenya's eyes were on Hector, and him only. She was aware of Azuria's death and the wounding of many of the other dragons, but that did not matter. What mattered was Vandaras' path.
A path that lead straight for the Dragonbane, who even now approached her uncle Aemon, likely to kill the man. She drew her sword and raised it, shield at the ready too should she need it. A blood-curdling scream on her lips she attempted to have Vandaras bathe Ser Hector in flames, before trying to have him get his jaws around the man and crush him. Should his mouth miss the dragon would have to use his claws.
It did not even dawn on her that she might burn Aemon. It mattered not.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 18:38:34 GMT -5
Elseyris had never been genuinely wounded before, and was surprised by her lack of terrified reaction as she felt the piercing barb of the crossbow bolt in her shoulder. Rather than a scream, her reaction was a stunned, gutteral gasp as she was jolted backward for a few seconds, the flail's momentum dropping slack by her side as her arms fell forward, though still clutching the chain. It was not that it wasn't painful, it made her wince and grit her teeth, but she knew that she had to try and ignore it for now. As Nenyan swooped back up, ready to round on the enemy again for another dive, she was just in time to see Azuria being slain by Hector's men. Nenyan let out an anguished shriek, and Elseyris felt rage rise up in her. She raised her arm, despite the sharp pain, and began to swing the flail again, it's long, undulating rhythm like the beat of a murderous heart as she bore down on the enemy.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 19:05:55 GMT -5
Daenerys circled Mithrax back around, the young dragon letting out a loud roar upon seeing his dead mother on the ground. He flew over furiously, and Dany had to whip him thrice to stop him from swooping too low too soon to bathe Prince Aemon in fire with the rest of the flank. When Dany judged it the right moment, she only needed to kick her heels to make Mith fly lower, breathing white flame all over the knights approaching the Royal Headsman, including the notorious Ser Hector.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jan 21, 2014 19:12:37 GMT -5
Momentarily shaken, Rhaegar shook his head to totally clear his vision and nodded his thanks to Tarly, who acknowledged it wordlessly with a return nod before he plunged back into the fray. Quickly recovering his composure and knowing that they needed to press home their advantage, Rhaegar was soon roaring at his heavy infantry to continue to move forward against what resistance remained from the Poor Fellows. The young Lord struck again and again showing no mercy, as he sobbed the name of his dead dragon.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 21, 2014 19:39:07 GMT -5
No one was more surprised than Rhaena when the chain broke, except for perhaps Tyraxes, who gracelessly pinged several feet away upon being free, and having trouble righting himself with the wound. After he stabled himself, Rhaena looked round to see Maekar and Cyrax take the ballistae and called on Tyraxes to turn and help, but the dragon was already soaring back to their camp, slower and shyer in his weakened state as he gingerly set himself down, and then flopped onto his side, sending Rhaena tumbling from the harness. She wanted to try and pull out the harpoon, but knew She would not have the strength to. She laid a hand on his stomach as it moved up and down in laboured breaths and then laid her head down on him, his scales imprinting onto her cheek.
After a moment, she lifted her head from Tyraxes and retrieved more arrows from the spares, on the harness, and looked round for Maekar, to see where he and Cyrax had landed. With giving Tyraxes instructions to fly off if trouble approached him, she left in the direction she thought Cyrax had gone, running as fast as she could, so she could join the loyalist archers when she had made sure her brother was alive.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 21, 2014 20:12:05 GMT -5
With a thunderous charge from Lord Desmond Dustin’s cavalry, the Poor Fellow’s lines shattered, retreating towards the next gate in the city walls, near the Starry Sept with Glutton’s flames and heavy knights herding them along. It was here that Trajan finally seemed to take interest in the battle proper, soaring down to bathe the terrified routers in smoke-grey flame and cut off their retreat. Hector’s banner continued to rally the men, but for each man that remained to fight, two made for the gatehouse.
Maekar and Rhaena made it back to their camp with no further difficulty. Maekar was quickly carried off to the maester’s tent, where they would hopefully be able to remove the steel shrapnel from his eye. One of the benefits of being a child of the king, even a bastard, was that he cut to the front of the line ahead of scores of other maimed and dying men.
Hector circles slowly around Aemon as the battle raged around him, likely considering all the faithful souls the Kings Justice had beheaded. Above them, the madwoman Daenya nearly collides with Lady Velaryon in midair. She is forced to fly up, while Daenerys is forced down within a hairs breadth of the Dragonbane. Once more, his mind only on the dragons, Ser Hector turns his attention up. Raising Vigilance as Mirthrax passed above him, the Valyrian steel sword tears a ragged gash through the membrane of the dragon’s right wing, utilizing its momentum against it. The beast barely stays aloft, each flap of its wings bringing a hiss of pain as it flies low. A volley of arrows and crossbow bolts follows the low flying dragon, a barbed arrow piercing Dany at the ankle. Aemon, taking advantage of the Dragonbane’s raised sword arm, takes the opening, the point of his halberd piercing beneath the High Marshal’s armpit.
Elseyris, atop Nenyan, continues to scorch the Warriors Sons, though this task becomes difficult as they fight in the midst of friendly troops. Her insistence on flying low enough to use her flail also leaves her open to crossbow bolts and arrows.
(Hector takes a Light Wound)
(Dany takes a Light Wound)
(Mithrax takes an Average Wound)
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 21, 2014 20:27:14 GMT -5
Aemon has tasted the blood of his enemy and yearning for more continues his bloodraged assault on Ser Hector.
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Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too