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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 18:55:14 GMT -8
Ser Edwyn
Edwyn had just finished a mug of ale when he hears the door of the tavern swing open. "My lord." a young voice bellows, he recognized it to be his squire, Edric. Edwyn turns around in his seat and sees the boy, about 16 years old, his matted black hair brushed to the side. He wore a quilted coat of dark gray and held Edwyn's shield and helmet in his hands. "The scout just brought word, the Caswell force is incoming." Edwyn rode into Three Streams two days ago with a small force of 650 men. His father charged him with defending the small fishing village from a rebel force. Yesterday, the scouts brought word that the rebels had passed the crossroads and were en route. His men managed to get trenches dug and barricades up around the southwest side of the town. The town was fortified well enough, but that didn't stop Edwyn from worrying. "Your uncle requested you as well my lord, he's in the command tent down the road." his squire informs him.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 19:00:32 GMT -8
Ser Edwyn
Edwyn had just finished a mug of ale when he hears the door of the tavern swing open. "My lord." a young voice bellows, he recognized it to be his squire, Edric. Edwyn turns around in his seat and sees the boy, about 16 years old, his matted black hair brushed to the side. He wore a quilted coat of dark gray and held Edwyn's shield and helmet in his hands. "The scout just brought word, the Caswell force is incoming." Edwyn rode into Three Streams two days ago with a small force of 650 men. His father charged him with defending the small fishing village from a rebel force. Yesterday, the scouts brought word that the rebels had passed the crossroads and were en route. His men managed to get trenches dug and barricades up around the southwest side of the town. The town was fortified well enough, but that didn't stop Edwyn from worrying. "Your uncle requested you as well my lord, he's in the command tent down the road." his squire informs him. Edwyn slammed back the last of his ale, and swung his feet around the bench. He had forcd himself to only drink lightly the past few days, for he knew he would be needed at a moment's notice. Standing up, he strode over to Edric and grabbed his shield and helmet, securing them to his back. "Thank you, Edric." He says. Walking out of the tavern with him, he inquires "What is the makeup of the Caswell force, and how many do they number?"
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 19:23:37 GMT -8
Ser Edwyn
Edwyn had just finished a mug of ale when he hears the door of the tavern swing open. "My lord." a young voice bellows, he recognized it to be his squire, Edric. Edwyn turns around in his seat and sees the boy, about 16 years old, his matted black hair brushed to the side. He wore a quilted coat of dark gray and held Edwyn's shield and helmet in his hands. "The scout just brought word, the Caswell force is incoming." Edwyn rode into Three Streams two days ago with a small force of 650 men. His father charged him with defending the small fishing village from a rebel force. Yesterday, the scouts brought word that the rebels had passed the crossroads and were en route. His men managed to get trenches dug and barricades up around the southwest side of the town. The town was fortified well enough, but that didn't stop Edwyn from worrying. "Your uncle requested you as well my lord, he's in the command tent down the road." his squire informs him. Edwyn slammed back the last of his ale, and swung his feet around the bench. He had forcd himself to only drink lightly the past few days, for he knew he would be needed at a moment's notice. Standing up, he strode over to Edric and grabbed his shield and helmet, securing them to his back. "Thank you, Edric." He says. Walking out of the tavern with him, he inquires "What is the makeup of the Caswell force, and how many do they number?" "600 to 700, my lord." he gulps, "Mostly infantry, but some cavalry." They make their way down the street, past flowing banners emblazoned with the twin fish of house Ryswell. As they near the tent they can see Edwyn's uncle, Tomas Ryswell, leaning over a map. Edric lifts the flap of the tent and Edwyn enters. His uncle turns from the map and looks angry, "It's about time." he mutters, "Your father gave you command of our forces, so it's your decision. We can meet the bastards on the field or we can wait for them here. We don't have the cavalry to match them, but our archers outnumber both their horses and their archers together. The town is more defensible than our frontline, but do we really want them coming this close? It's up to you nephew."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 19:36:23 GMT -8
Edwyn slammed back the last of his ale, and swung his feet around the bench. He had forcd himself to only drink lightly the past few days, for he knew he would be needed at a moment's notice. Standing up, he strode over to Edric and grabbed his shield and helmet, securing them to his back. "Thank you, Edric." He says. Walking out of the tavern with him, he inquires "What is the makeup of the Caswell force, and how many do they number?" "600 to 700, my lord." he gulps, "Mostly infantry, but some cavalry." They make their way down the street, past flowing banners emblazoned with the twin fish of house Ryswell. As they near the tent they can see Edwyn's uncle, Tomas Ryswell, leaning over a map. Edric lifts the flap of the tent and Edwyn enters. His uncle turns from the map and looks angry, "It's about time." he mutters, "Your father gave you command of our forces, so it's your decision. We can meet the bastards on the field or we can wait for them here. We don't have the cavalry to match them, but our archers outnumber both their horses and their archers together. The town is more defensible than our frontline, but do we really want them coming this close? It's up to you nephew." "Patience is a virtue, uncle." Edwyn begins, looking over the map. "The rivers will make it difficult for them to attempt a cavalry flank, but I want scouts and forward lookouts on patrol anyways. Pikes up front in anticipation of a cavalry charge, and infantry ready with them for the Caswell ground forces. Make sure our archers are ready as well. I want their army thinned out as much as possible before they reach us, but we let them come to us. Keep what cavalry we do have in the back for a counter-charge if necessary, and to defend our back lines."
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 19:51:26 GMT -8
"600 to 700, my lord." he gulps, "Mostly infantry, but some cavalry." They make their way down the street, past flowing banners emblazoned with the twin fish of house Ryswell. As they near the tent they can see Edwyn's uncle, Tomas Ryswell, leaning over a map. Edric lifts the flap of the tent and Edwyn enters. His uncle turns from the map and looks angry, "It's about time." he mutters, "Your father gave you command of our forces, so it's your decision. We can meet the bastards on the field or we can wait for them here. We don't have the cavalry to match them, but our archers outnumber both their horses and their archers together. The town is more defensible than our frontline, but do we really want them coming this close? It's up to you nephew." "Patience is a virtue, uncle." Edwyn begins, looking over the map. "The rivers will make it difficult for them to attempt a cavalry flank, but I want scouts and forward lookouts on patrol anyways. Pikes up front in anticipation of a cavalry charge, and infantry ready with them for the Caswell ground forces. Make sure our archers are ready as well. I want their army thinned out as much as possible before they reach us, but we let them come to us. Keep what cavalry we do have in the back for a counter-charge if necessary, and to defend our back lines." Because of his background in tactics, Edwyn formulates a solid battle plan. "Very well." his uncle mutters, "The men are ready whenever you are, I got 'em lined up in the square. Come." he says, he flips the map over and exits the tent. Edwyn follows behind him with Edric tailing closely by. They enter the town square, where the soldiers are lined up in rows. In front of the rows is Lord Stephas Collinner. His short cropped hair and beard matted by sweat, he smiles as Edwyn approaches. "My lord." he says , "They are waiting for you. Give them a speech to remember!" he says and pats him on the back. Edwyn steps to the front of the rows and sees the groups of soldiers, standing at attention, many of them green recruits, looking around confused.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 20:15:05 GMT -8
"Patience is a virtue, uncle." Edwyn begins, looking over the map. "The rivers will make it difficult for them to attempt a cavalry flank, but I want scouts and forward lookouts on patrol anyways. Pikes up front in anticipation of a cavalry charge, and infantry ready with them for the Caswell ground forces. Make sure our archers are ready as well. I want their army thinned out as much as possible before they reach us, but we let them come to us. Keep what cavalry we do have in the back for a counter-charge if necessary, and to defend our back lines." Because of his background in tactics, Edwyn formulates a solid battle plan. "Very well." his uncle mutters, "The men are ready whenever you are, I got 'em lined up in the square. Come." he says, he flips the map over and exits the tent. Edwyn follows behind him with Edric tailing closely by. They enter the town square, where the soldiers are lined up in rows. In front of the rows is Lord Stephas Collinner. His short cropped hair and beard matted by sweat, he smiles as Edwyn approaches. "My lord." he says , "They are waiting for you. Give them a speech to remember!" he says and pats him on the back. Edwyn steps to the front of the rows and sees the groups of soldiers, standing at attention, many of them green recruits, looking around confused. Edwyn gives Lord Collinner a nod, and steps up to the front of the soldiers. He clears his throat and makes his speech: "Good morning, men." He begins, "Today, we go to war... War. That's a harrowing thought." Looking out at the men, he continues "But, let me remind you all just who it is we fight today. At this very moment, an invading army from the south rides here, to your home! These southern rebels do not fight for 'freedom'. They have no regard for you, for the king, for the laws that have kept the peace in this land for centuries... These savages, rallying behind the usurper, Sunderly, would like nothing more than to take away everything you own! They would see your homes burned, your cattle slaughtered, your fields salted, and your wives and daughters raped and killed!" He pauses for emphasis before continuing, "But we will not let that happen! Three Streams has stood strong for generations, and today will be no different! Your home is yours by right, and are we going to let these southern rebels burn it to the ground? Are we going to let them slaughter your cattle? Salt your fields? Rape your wives and daughters? No? I thought not! We are going to beat the rebels today at Three Streams, and tomorrow at Akrivea, and we're going to keep beating them all the way back to Ironford and execute the false king Sunderly! Today, we write history! So get out there and show the Caswells and the false king what Three Streams men are made of!" He shouts his last words, raising a rallying fist and (hopefully) basking in the cheers of the men. His speech concluded, he looks around for some field commanders to give his orders to.
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 20:36:52 GMT -8
Because of his background in tactics, Edwyn formulates a solid battle plan. "Very well." his uncle mutters, "The men are ready whenever you are, I got 'em lined up in the square. Come." he says, he flips the map over and exits the tent. Edwyn follows behind him with Edric tailing closely by. They enter the town square, where the soldiers are lined up in rows. In front of the rows is Lord Stephas Collinner. His short cropped hair and beard matted by sweat, he smiles as Edwyn approaches. "My lord." he says , "They are waiting for you. Give them a speech to remember!" he says and pats him on the back. Edwyn steps to the front of the rows and sees the groups of soldiers, standing at attention, many of them green recruits, looking around confused. Edwyn gives Lord Collinner a nod, and steps up to the front of the soldiers. He clears his throat and makes his speech: "Good morning, men." He begins, "Today, we go to war... War. That's a harrowing thought." Looking out at the men, he continues "But, let me remind you all just who it is we fight today. At this very moment, an invading army from the south rides here, to your home! These southern rebels do not fight for 'freedom'. They have no regard for you, for the king, for the laws that have kept the peace in this land for centuries... These savages, rallying behind the usurper, Sunderly, would like nothing more than to take away everything you own! They would see your homes burned, your cattle slaughtered, your fields salted, and your wives and daughters raped and killed!" He pauses for emphasis before continuing, "But we will not let that happen! Three Streams has stood strong for generations, and today will be no different! Your home is yours by right, and are we going to let these southern rebels burn it to the ground? Are we going to let them slaughter your cattle? Salt your fields? Rape your wives and daughters? No? I thought not! We are going to beat the rebels today at Three Streams, and tomorrow at Akrivea, and we're going to keep beating them all the way back to Ironford and execute the false king Sunderly! Today, we write history! So get out there and show the Caswells and the false king what Three Streams men are made of!" He shouts his last words, raising a rallying fist and (hopefully) basking in the cheers of the men. His speech concluded, he looks around for some field commanders to give his orders to. He raises his fist and the men raise theirs with him. They cheer and hoot and holler for a good amount of time. Eventually the cheers die off and Edwyn looks at his uncle. Who nods in approval, "I'll take it from here." he says quietly. He gathers the commanders and debriefs them. While they talk, Edric approaches Edwyn. "My lord, will I be joining you on the field today? I think I'm ready. The master-at-arms says I'm learning well with the spear."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 20:47:51 GMT -8
Edwyn gives Lord Collinner a nod, and steps up to the front of the soldiers. He clears his throat and makes his speech: "Good morning, men." He begins, "Today, we go to war... War. That's a harrowing thought." Looking out at the men, he continues "But, let me remind you all just who it is we fight today. At this very moment, an invading army from the south rides here, to your home! These southern rebels do not fight for 'freedom'. They have no regard for you, for the king, for the laws that have kept the peace in this land for centuries... These savages, rallying behind the usurper, Sunderly, would like nothing more than to take away everything you own! They would see your homes burned, your cattle slaughtered, your fields salted, and your wives and daughters raped and killed!" He pauses for emphasis before continuing, "But we will not let that happen! Three Streams has stood strong for generations, and today will be no different! Your home is yours by right, and are we going to let these southern rebels burn it to the ground? Are we going to let them slaughter your cattle? Salt your fields? Rape your wives and daughters? No? I thought not! We are going to beat the rebels today at Three Streams, and tomorrow at Akrivea, and we're going to keep beating them all the way back to Ironford and execute the false king Sunderly! Today, we write history! So get out there and show the Caswells and the false king what Three Streams men are made of!" He shouts his last words, raising a rallying fist and (hopefully) basking in the cheers of the men. His speech concluded, he looks around for some field commanders to give his orders to. He raises his fist and the men raise theirs with him. They cheer and hoot and holler for a good amount of time. Eventually the cheers die off and Edwyn looks at his uncle. Who nods in approval, "I'll take it from here." he says quietly. He gathers the commanders and debriefs them. While they talk, Edric approaches Edwyn. "My lord, will I be joining you on the field today? I think I'm ready. The master-at-arms says I'm learning well with the spear." "Do you think you're ready, Edric? Real combat is a far stretch from the training yard, and this is going to get pretty hairy.". Edwyn looks the lad up and down before continuing, "But, if you want to start fighting, I suppose this is as good a battle as any."
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 20:52:19 GMT -8
He raises his fist and the men raise theirs with him. They cheer and hoot and holler for a good amount of time. Eventually the cheers die off and Edwyn looks at his uncle. Who nods in approval, "I'll take it from here." he says quietly. He gathers the commanders and debriefs them. While they talk, Edric approaches Edwyn. "My lord, will I be joining you on the field today? I think I'm ready. The master-at-arms says I'm learning well with the spear." "Do you think you're ready, Edric? Real combat is a far stretch from the training yard, and this is going to get pretty hairy.". Edwyn looks the lad up and down before continuing, "But, if you want to start fighting, I suppose this is as good a battle as any." "I am my lord. I really think I am." he says with a smile. "And I think as your squire I should be by your side watching your back, as a good squire should, but of course it's your decision."
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 21:14:33 GMT -8
"Do you think you're ready, Edric? Real combat is a far stretch from the training yard, and this is going to get pretty hairy.". Edwyn looks the lad up and down before continuing, "But, if you want to start fighting, I suppose this is as good a battle as any." "I am my lord. I really think I am." he says with a smile. "And I think as your squire I should be by your side watching your back, as a good squire should, but of course it's your decision." "Hm. Alright then Edric. Be sure to stay close in the battle, and keep your wits about you at all times." Edwyn instructs.
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 21:30:33 GMT -8
"I am my lord. I really think I am." he says with a smile. "And I think as your squire I should be by your side watching your back, as a good squire should, but of course it's your decision." "Hm. Alright then Edric. Be sure to stay close in the battle, and keep your wits about you at all times." Edwyn instructs. "Of course, my lord." he says and grins from ear to ear. A few minutes later, his uncle approaches, "The commanders have their orders. The troops are getting in position, just had a scout come and say they aren't far now." he looks at Edwyn, the troops will be following your commands, so you'd better not mess it up." his uncle was never very kind to him, or anyone really. He fastens a helmet to his head and a soldier brings him a blade. He walks off with one of the field commanders. Edwyn and Edric approach the front line and waits. About an hour later
Edwyn hears the sound of distant hoofbeats as the Caswell cavalry nears, following a good distance behind is the infantry, with the archers close behind. His men are set up similarly behind the trenches and barricades. The archers await his command.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 21:47:40 GMT -8
"Hm. Alright then Edric. Be sure to stay close in the battle, and keep your wits about you at all times." Edwyn instructs. "Of course, my lord." he says and grins from ear to ear. A few minutes later, his uncle approaches, "The commanders have their orders. The troops are getting in position, just had a scout come and say they aren't far now." he looks at Edwyn, the troops will be following your commands, so you'd better not mess it up." his uncle was never very kind to him, or anyone really. He fastens a helmet to his head and a soldier brings him a blade. He walks off with one of the field commanders. Edwyn and Edric approach the front line and waits. About an hour later
Edwyn hears the sound of distant hoofbeats as the Caswell cavalry nears, following a good distance behind is the infantry, with the archers close behind. His men are set up similarly behind the trenches and barricades. The archers await his command. Edwin yells to the troops "Infantry, bunker down! Cavalry, ready! Archers, aim for the enemy cavalry! Knock! ... Draw! ..." He waits a second before the Caswell cavalry are within range before yelling "Loose!"
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 22:01:57 GMT -8
"Of course, my lord." he says and grins from ear to ear. A few minutes later, his uncle approaches, "The commanders have their orders. The troops are getting in position, just had a scout come and say they aren't far now." he looks at Edwyn, the troops will be following your commands, so you'd better not mess it up." his uncle was never very kind to him, or anyone really. He fastens a helmet to his head and a soldier brings him a blade. He walks off with one of the field commanders. Edwyn and Edric approach the front line and waits. About an hour later
Edwyn hears the sound of distant hoofbeats as the Caswell cavalry nears, following a good distance behind is the infantry, with the archers close behind. His men are set up similarly behind the trenches and barricades. The archers await his command. Edwin yells to the troops "Infantry, bunker down! Cavalry, ready! Archers, aim for the enemy cavalry! Knock! ... Draw! ..." He waits a second before the Caswell cavalry are within range before yelling "Loose!" The first round of arrows hit their targets. The sounds of dying men and horses fill the air. Arrows land in flesh, armor and dirt. A group of cavalry approach the center barricade, but a few horses hit the trenches and fall over, creating a pileup of horse corpses, a few get through and get over the wooden barricades and corpses. The pikemen bring down a few horses, but the first group breaks through the line to the archers. Cavalry cut down archers left and right, the sounds of dying men and steel clashing fills Edwyn's ears. A group of friendly cavalry in the back charges in to defend the archers, and with the help of the remaining pikemen in the middle, they swarm the enemy cavalry and wipe them out. The second group of cavalry is thinned out enough that they retreat for another charge. The last group slams into the barricades, with only a few enemy horses getting over, and then quickly dispatched by the pikemen. With the cavalry charge a failure, the remaining horsemen fall back to the infantry, who is getting much closer, the enemy archers get into position and a launch a volley of arrows, but it lands a few feet from the barricades, landing in the corpses of enemy cavalry men. The sounds of battle cries and men shouting gets louder as the enemy infantry closes in.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on Jul 8, 2016 22:15:06 GMT -8
Edwin yells to the troops "Infantry, bunker down! Cavalry, ready! Archers, aim for the enemy cavalry! Knock! ... Draw! ..." He waits a second before the Caswell cavalry are within range before yelling "Loose!" The first round of arrows hit their targets. The sounds of dying men and horses fill the air. Arrows land in flesh, armor and dirt. A group of cavalry approach the center barricade, but a few horses hit the trenches and fall over, creating a pileup of horse corpses, a few get through and get over the wooden barricades and corpses. The pikemen bring down a few horses, but the first group breaks through the line to the archers. Cavalry cut down archers left and right, the sounds of dying men and steel clashing fills Edwyn's ears. A group of friendly cavalry in the back charges in to defend the archers, and with the help of the remaining pikemen in the middle, they swarm the enemy cavalry and wipe them out. The second group of cavalry is thinned out enough that they retreat for another charge. The last group slams into the barricades, with only a few enemy horses getting over, and then quickly dispatched by the pikemen. With the cavalry charge a failure, the remaining horsemen fall back to the infantry, who is getting much closer, the enemy archers get into position and a launch a volley of arrows, but it lands a few feet from the barricades, landing in the corpses of enemy cavalry men. The sounds of battle cries and men shouting gets louder as the enemy infantry closes in. "Archers! Again! Knock, aim, loose!" Edwyn yells. He rallies his cavalry, and waits for the enemy infantry to get close to the barricades, but not all the way there.
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Post by DM on Jul 8, 2016 22:21:33 GMT -8
The first round of arrows hit their targets. The sounds of dying men and horses fill the air. Arrows land in flesh, armor and dirt. A group of cavalry approach the center barricade, but a few horses hit the trenches and fall over, creating a pileup of horse corpses, a few get through and get over the wooden barricades and corpses. The pikemen bring down a few horses, but the first group breaks through the line to the archers. Cavalry cut down archers left and right, the sounds of dying men and steel clashing fills Edwyn's ears. A group of friendly cavalry in the back charges in to defend the archers, and with the help of the remaining pikemen in the middle, they swarm the enemy cavalry and wipe them out. The second group of cavalry is thinned out enough that they retreat for another charge. The last group slams into the barricades, with only a few enemy horses getting over, and then quickly dispatched by the pikemen. With the cavalry charge a failure, the remaining horsemen fall back to the infantry, who is getting much closer, the enemy archers get into position and a launch a volley of arrows, but it lands a few feet from the barricades, landing in the corpses of enemy cavalry men. The sounds of battle cries and men shouting gets louder as the enemy infantry closes in. "Archers! Again! Knock, aim, loose!" Edwyn yells. He rallies his cavalry, and waits for the enemy infantry to get close to the barricades, but not all the way there. The archers release a volley of arrows which land in the middle of the group of infantry. It's ineffective at slowing down the charge. "ARROWS ABOVE!" a soldier shouts, Edwyn looks up and sees the arrows arcing towards him.
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