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The Attack Begins

Bohaddon

General Callus ran a scarred hand over his thinning grey hair with a sigh. This was it. A proper fight again at last. It was a great honour to lead the Octavian Legion into battle; an honour Callus felt he could do without.

Walking over to the wash-basin in his tent, his armour clanking as he moved, he could feel his 60 year-old bones creaking inside him. Peering into the murky water, he saw a skeleton of a man looking back at him. Where once there had been a full face and blushing cheeks, there was now haggard and sunken eyes that told the tales of thousand wars, lost and won. This was a young man's duty, not his. But they needed to get rid of him; he was a burden to the Empire now. He had done his time all those years ago; had seen too many friends, brothers, comrades, live and die by the sword. He had outlived all of them, beating death time and time again. He smiled to himself; it was funny in a way. All those times he had survived, he had nothing to live for, no life to return to, and now, with a wife and more grandchildren than he could count, death had come to enact its heavy toll.

The soft plink of his salty tears mixing with the clear water of the basin startled him from his thoughts. It had been too long since he cried. But no. Now was not the time for tears. His men needed a leader. And even if he was 80, 90, 100 years old, he would not desert his men when they needed him most. "I might be a walking corpse" he murmured softly to himself, "but I'm still a long way off surrendering to some damned scaly bastard or a giant seagull." Straightening and turning to the exit to his tent, he prepared to lead for one last time.

The General's tent had been assembled on a raised mound of dirt near the centre of the camp, and standing atop it one could witness the vastness of the forces he commanded. Thousands of tents lay before him, each one marking another life that could be snuffed out in seconds with a well placed show from a bow, or stroke from a blade. And here they all were, gathered in front of him in a mass of bodies, eager to throw their lives away. He could see a little of his youth in each of them; disciplined, ruthless, bloodthirsty. Hardening his gaze, he began to speak.

"Men, the time has come! The Empire marches to war again at last, and you have all been given the honour to lead her in her first conquest!" His gravelly voice commanded the respect that came with age. "But do not be fooled! This will not be an easy battle! Many of you will die!" He paused, allowing the harsh reality to sink in. "But for each life they take from us, we will take a hundred from them! We are Octavian Legion! We do not falter! We do not dismay! We conquer!" Thousands of cheers rang out across the empty sky, filling Callus with pride. He allowed the shouts to die down before delving into the battle plan.

"As you are aware, we will be fighting in rough ground, against enemies entrenched in very defensible locations. Some of them are birds that will strike from the sky; others are lizards whose hides will make a fine rug when skinned. There are three forts scattered along the border, and as such we cannot risk taking one fort only to be swarmed by soldiers from the other two. Thus, I am dividing our troops into 3 sections; each of them will comprise a 3rd of the army. Each section will assault one of the forts, and with any luck, capture it with minimum casualties. I will travel with the centre column, and I will assign two Captains to lead the other groups. Organise yourselves as follows; Legionaries in front, archers behind them, and Praetorian knights dispersed throughout both ranks. Upon reaching the walls of the fort, the most mobile troops will scale the walls using the wooden ladders we have assembled. These ladders must reach the walls at all costs, in case we find there is no other way to get inside. We travel at nightfall, with minimum light, to surprise and confuse our enemies as best we can. Our naval forces will attempt an assault on the Lake Guard at the same time, to throw the enemy into confusion. You have your orders men! Move out!"

General Callus watched for a moment as his troops dispersed, shaking his head slowly. "I hope this damned plan works."

Fallen of Nine said
So if this does go forward and we are just using Major Houses the Players are as follows...Baratheon ~ EdgeworthLannister~ BlackBishopStark~ OutcastGreyjouy~ Fallen of NineMartell~ BabbysamaArryn~ Fiendish FoxTully~ OpenTyrell~ OpenI can see the Riverlands falling under the split dominion of Stark/Lannister/Tyrell or however that works out but we do need Tyrell filled as they are a pretty major player. I don't know if you are open to this Fiendish Fox but we could let "Lysa" grieve and keep the Vale closed to fill out the last major slot. Of course this is all assuming we get Baal back on or another GM.

I don't understand what you're asking me to do. How is keeping the Vale closed going to fill out a last slot? Unless you mean you want me to swap Houses, in which case I'm fine with that.

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