Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Sept 24, 2018 18:24:09 GMT 1
[Waited for as long as possible, but this post is assuming I win the grand battle. If it turns out I lost this will need some editing.]
Ser Donnels journey if the battlefield is a ponderous one. Although a mock battle with blunted blades, plenty got injuried in the mass charges, and the ensuing chaos.
After checking in on the subcommanders he knows of, ser Donnel was caught in a maelstorm of sweaty men, eager to retire for the evening.
Navigating through this, prefferably with an air around him of authority and wisdom proved to be a hard ask. A bulky warsteed made the travelling even harder, as every man walking past turned to a snack, every loud noice a potential distraction. All the cheerful men clapping the horse on the rump, or cheerily grappling for Ser Donnels arms, made reining in Stormy all but impossible.
Idiots Ser Donnel thinks resentfully Wonder how many would cheer me on if this was a battle proper, with casualities in the hundreds. Two- hundred men units routed, my unclear commands to blame. "I will improve."
He mutters under his breath as he finally reaches the spectators pavillion.
As the other proceedings finish, and it is Donnels turn to speak, he turns more and more restless "Ashara, where are you?" Ser Donnel mutters all but inaudibly Have Laena not delivered my message?
Ser Donnel sits as long as he can, hoping for Ashara to make a late appearance, but when Bryce shoves him forward, Donnel cannot wait any longer. Improvise, yes, you have planned a speech for two whole days, and you cannot even execute the simplest part of it, and now you must change the whole thing on the spot! Idiot! The parts with thanks may stay the same. Then we improvise from there! Just like the ambush we faced when we first passed the boneways...
Ser Donnel has almost motivated back his confidence, as he tries to forget the big issue with his plans: We lost in that ambush.
"Erm... Let me thank you lord Tyrell, we can see how lovingly you have assembled every detail. I remember how great your cunning was on that day of battle, and I hope you are satisfied with my best attempt to mirror the events." Ser Donnel bows after this first, well thought out part.
I will need more time, I must stall, move my message to the end, first, the princes!
"As I said before" I have not said anything about that yet, idiot.
"Erm... Prince Balor Breakspear, old patterns are hard to break, I hope that you, in time, will break the patterns of war, like you in the tilt your honorofic title was born, where you broke the instruments of war. I kbow it will be an honor to serve under you, once the long and prosperous reign of Daeron the good is at an end."
Oh dear, no turning back now.
"I lost many friends in the battles we endured, and I found that the fallen looked all the same, when they laid side by side. I have named the troops in their honor, but it is still much less than the honor they would prove to be worthy of, had the stranger not taken them."
"So that they did not die in vain: Let us look to my neighbour to the north. Lord Ulbert, through his wisdom, has spearheaded a voice of peace, a voice of reason! Let us admire him and his get for their vision, and let us join them. Let us see how his get signals a better future, one where we are not babtised while our fathers die in battle, before we, long before our time, fall in those same battles. Let my sons, all of our sons, live to the age at which the Seven sees fit to send us to their halls!"
Ser Donnel bows as he swiftly makes his exit. I have done what I could.
Ser Donnel now officially supports Blood.
Support Blood pluss Status: 5d6k4+3 16
+1 chivalry and influence. My two glories is given to house Starkwood [Ashara].
+1 disposition from prince Breakspear [8] Symon Starkwood [3] and Lord Ulbert Starkwood [4].
Uncertain if Lord Tyrell gives a +1, given the public statement for blood?
Ser Donnels journey if the battlefield is a ponderous one. Although a mock battle with blunted blades, plenty got injuried in the mass charges, and the ensuing chaos.
After checking in on the subcommanders he knows of, ser Donnel was caught in a maelstorm of sweaty men, eager to retire for the evening.
Navigating through this, prefferably with an air around him of authority and wisdom proved to be a hard ask. A bulky warsteed made the travelling even harder, as every man walking past turned to a snack, every loud noice a potential distraction. All the cheerful men clapping the horse on the rump, or cheerily grappling for Ser Donnels arms, made reining in Stormy all but impossible.
Idiots Ser Donnel thinks resentfully Wonder how many would cheer me on if this was a battle proper, with casualities in the hundreds. Two- hundred men units routed, my unclear commands to blame. "I will improve."
He mutters under his breath as he finally reaches the spectators pavillion.
As the other proceedings finish, and it is Donnels turn to speak, he turns more and more restless "Ashara, where are you?" Ser Donnel mutters all but inaudibly Have Laena not delivered my message?
Ser Donnel sits as long as he can, hoping for Ashara to make a late appearance, but when Bryce shoves him forward, Donnel cannot wait any longer. Improvise, yes, you have planned a speech for two whole days, and you cannot even execute the simplest part of it, and now you must change the whole thing on the spot! Idiot! The parts with thanks may stay the same. Then we improvise from there! Just like the ambush we faced when we first passed the boneways...
Ser Donnel has almost motivated back his confidence, as he tries to forget the big issue with his plans: We lost in that ambush.
"Erm... Let me thank you lord Tyrell, we can see how lovingly you have assembled every detail. I remember how great your cunning was on that day of battle, and I hope you are satisfied with my best attempt to mirror the events." Ser Donnel bows after this first, well thought out part.
I will need more time, I must stall, move my message to the end, first, the princes!
"As I said before" I have not said anything about that yet, idiot.
"Erm... Prince Balor Breakspear, old patterns are hard to break, I hope that you, in time, will break the patterns of war, like you in the tilt your honorofic title was born, where you broke the instruments of war. I kbow it will be an honor to serve under you, once the long and prosperous reign of Daeron the good is at an end."
Oh dear, no turning back now.
"I lost many friends in the battles we endured, and I found that the fallen looked all the same, when they laid side by side. I have named the troops in their honor, but it is still much less than the honor they would prove to be worthy of, had the stranger not taken them."
"So that they did not die in vain: Let us look to my neighbour to the north. Lord Ulbert, through his wisdom, has spearheaded a voice of peace, a voice of reason! Let us admire him and his get for their vision, and let us join them. Let us see how his get signals a better future, one where we are not babtised while our fathers die in battle, before we, long before our time, fall in those same battles. Let my sons, all of our sons, live to the age at which the Seven sees fit to send us to their halls!"
Ser Donnel bows as he swiftly makes his exit. I have done what I could.
Ser Donnel now officially supports Blood.
Support Blood pluss Status: 5d6k4+3 16
+1 chivalry and influence. My two glories is given to house Starkwood [Ashara].
+1 disposition from prince Breakspear [8] Symon Starkwood [3] and Lord Ulbert Starkwood [4].
Uncertain if Lord Tyrell gives a +1, given the public statement for blood?
