Great post Vhagar!
Why thank you! I'm banking on someone taking the North or it could get very difficult to think of what to put in my posts...
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Why thank you! I'm banking on someone taking the North or it could get very difficult to think of what to put in my posts...
Talron Greyjoy - Pyke
The stone towers of Pyke stood defiant against the battering of the sea wind, silhouetted against the blazing light of the setting sun. Mighty waves rose and fell, crashing against the pillars of rock from which the castle sprouted. From his solar in the outermost tower of Castle Pyke, Talron Greyjoy sat listening to the songs of the sea. The howling wind, the roaring waves, it was the best kind of song. The air was cold and salty, and the dim fire crackling away in the grand stone fireplace did little to warm the room. The King of the Iron Islands stood at the head of a long oak table, upon which a large map was spread. His silver hair was tied back away from his face, and his deep brown eyes scanned furiously over the Seven Kingdoms.
Talron cast his mind back to that morning, when a thrall had woken him from his sleep. She was a pretty thing, with pale blue eyes and flowing black hair. She had come from the rookery. A raven had come, bearing the sigil of House Crakehall. Lord Tyget had ambition, for that Talron could not fault the man. But to claim the Iron Throne? To do so was, in itself, suicide, but to do so with such a weak claim and bran all others as traitors and usurpers? This Lord Crakehall was either incredibly brave, or incredibly foolish. Perhaps even both. Nevertheless, Talron could not care. The Greyjoys of the Iron Islands were at war with the Starks of the North, and the petty squabbles of these Southron Lords could not interest him less. "Thrall!" The heavy wooden doors creaked open and a timid young man entered the hall. "Fetch coals for the fire, and summon my brother Valorion. And be quick about it."
"Yes, my King." The boy bowed deep; Talron had trained him well. "Also, your Grace, the Lord Jakkon has landed at Lordsport. He rides for Pyke as we speak, and should arrive before nightfall."
"Very good. When he arrives, have him sent to me. Immediately."
"As you wish, your Grace." The boy turned and hurried away, his bare feet patting softly on the cold, hard stones of the floor. Talron's solar was a drab room, to be sure. Every surface was a monotonous grey, comprised of rough stones that barely tessellated. On one wall stood the massive, ornate oak doors that led to the rest of the tower, while on the opposite wall was a grand fireplace. The Greyjoy banner rested proudly on every wall, and Talron's war table stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by simple wooden chairs.
Talron took his seat at the head of the table, surveying the positions of his fleets. Valorion had only recently returned to Pyke, and Jakkon had only just been recalled. Malron was still pillaging the Stony Shore, and Nalara had just been sent to rally the citizens of Cape Kraken to the Greyjoy cause. The war was going much better than Talron had anticipated. The Starks had grown too content with their power, ruling from their grand castle of Winterfell. Now, the Kraken had risen forth from the seas, ready to drown the Northmen in their own contempt.
The doors opened again, and Talron craned his neck. It was his thrall, with a pot of fresh coals. He scurried over to the fire, and emptied the small black rocks onto the dying embers. He prodded at the fire until it lit up again, reinvigorated. Talron thanked the boy. He knew he didn't have to, but there was nothing to say he could not. Talron sat in silence, watching the sharp tongues of fire dance among the shadows of the solar. The moon was beginning to peak now, and Talron was still waiting. It was not long, however, before the doors flew open with a woosh and crashed into the door with a tremendous crack. "Brother." Valorion Greyjoy strode into the room. The iron boots of his armor smacked against the stone floor, and the sound resonated throughout the entire solar, drowning out the crash of the waves for an instant.
Talron stood and the two men embraced. In the moonlight it would have been easy to mistake one for the other, were it not for one being dressed in plate armor and the other in simple clothes. "I apologize for making you wait. There were more... pressing matters to attend to."
"I understand, Valorion. It is good to see you again, brother. Please, have a seat." The pair sat at Talron's war table. "Can I get you anything? Something to eat, some wine perhaps?"
"Fuck wine, I want ale. And meat. You've become so royal, brother. Before you were King you would never have offered wine."
"My new position has forced me to change, Valorion." Talron summoned his thrall, and sent for ale and fish. "Jakkon should be with us shortly."
"Good! It will be nice to see him again." The pair sat deep in small talk, delighted to be back in one another's company. The pair had always been close, and the more time they spent apart, the closer they seemed to become. It was not long before the thud of Jakkon's footsteps could be heard down the hall. Yet again the doors were thrown open, and the third Greyjoy brother strode in. Both Valorion and Talron stood to embrace their little brother. The serving boy arrived in the midst of the reunion, delivering ale to each of the three. Each took their seat.
"Perhaps now you'd like to tell me why you've summoned me back to Pyke, brother. The Westerlands are ripe raiding grounds."
"Consider yourself lucky, Jakkon, you'd be treading on the toes of the self-proclaimed King Crakehall." All three laughed, and Talron explained the letter he had received.
"Well, he's got balls, that's for sure."
"Indeed. Yet we have more important matters at hand."
"The North?"
"The North. We are moving, Valorion. Nalara sails for Cape Kraken, and Malron still plagues the Stony Shore. Yet it is you two who will deal the first real blow." Talron directed their attention to the map sprawled out on the table.
"Okay then, Talron. What's the plan?"
"You, Jakkon, will take your twenty ships and twenty from the Iron Fleet. Sail for Torrhen's Square and lay waste to Lord Tallhart's lands. Lead him from his castle, and slaughter them. Don't take the Castle, however. Once you have destroyed House Tallhart, return to the sea where they cannot follow, and make for the Stony Shore to group up from Malron."
"Destroy House Tallhart?"
"Lord Stark rules such a large domain purely on the loyalty of his bannermen. When they realize that he cannot protect them, their loyalty will dissipate quickly." A large smile split accross Jakkon's face and he nodded. "As for you, Valorion. Take what remains of the Iron Fleet and sail for Bear Island." Both of Talron's brothers fell silent.
"Talron... House Mormont is an ancient and powerful House... are you sure this is wise?"
"Perhaps. Yet, when House Mormont falls, the Starks will have no choice but to rise from their Castle. The only way to retake the Island is by sea, and once we lure the Northmen into the waters, the mighty Kraken will feed the Direwolf to the Drowned God."
"And if the Starks don't retaliate?"
"Then their bannermen's loyalty will waver. Why should they fight for a Lord that won't fight for them? And they won't. Besides. Mormont Keep is quite the prize. Our dominion will have expanded, even if only by a single island. Soon enough, the Northmen will finally rise against us. And when they do, we will be ready."
"A good plan, Talron. If, of course it works."
"Of course it will work. We are Ironborn, brother. No Northman can hope to match us. The North will fall, and we will rise to claim it."
"Indeed we will, brothers. Jakkon, Valorion, you strike out as two tentacles of the mighty Kraken. Ensure the job is done." The three brothers stood, and Jakkon and Valorion left the solar side by side, set to ready their fleets at first light. The name 'Greyjoy' would once again be feared throughout Westeros. In time, none would be able to resist the might of the Kraken.
@Major Ursa
Yeah....as a bit of an edit actually, I dig that they are both interested in Falconry, no doubt that Garland will have a respect for someone as masterful as it as Ellion, even if it isn't strictly diplomatic. And hey, my character isn't towering, so it's not as if my character would have any say... :P
I do love how there is such a rush to war in the South, yet things are as of yet inert in The Vale and Riverlands. It will be interesting to see what develops as time goes on- I will make Willas later today. I'll post too likely, though I am not sure if I should double up before the Iron Islands have even gotten a post in- I don't want to rush ahead.
To be honest, I'm struggling to think anything of meaning up at the moment. My main story for now at least is war with the North, and since the North doesn't have a player it becomes difficult to think up what I can do. I don't want to just beat on them and start claiming land, in case someone does claim the North and doesn't like what I've done. It's a tricky situation.
OK, I think my Greyjoy card is finally complete.
Who's up next?
What three do we need filled in order to begin?
I'd definitely be interested in this. I'm leaning towards the Greyjoys...
The roster is now fully up to date.
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I just got off of work, give me a few hours and I'll have a double 117th/Red Draigon post written up that will advance both the naval and ground battles. Heads up for everyone, the next objective for the 1st Infantry regiment will be to destroy enemy jamming stations that are cutting off our communications. The 2nd regiment will be defending against a massive counterattack with enemy tanks and hailfire droids at the forefront. The navy will finish off the blockade and then be in charge of running supplies to and from our strong points. @bluetommy2 you'll be in charge of blowing up a Black Sun space station on the far side of the solar system. After the 1st battalion establishes communications I plan on introducing Dask Gat for the first time.
On another note, we really need an armored battalion. I'll make one myself if I have to but I don't want to keep using an entire regiment as unnamed cannon fodder.
An Armored Battalion seems like a hell of a lot of fun to me. I'd run one myself if I didn't think it would get too confusing. Maybe once I have a firm grasp on my current situation I would consider it.
Designation: 177th Specialized Battalion
Structure: Infantry Battalion, 2nd 417th Infantry Regiment, 64 squads, 16 platoons, 4 companies
Specialty: The 177th is a heavily specialized Battalion. While capable of providing a decent number of troops to the front lines of the fighting, the 177th specializes in deploying more elite troops for different situations. The 1st and 2nd Companies both fall under the bracket of standard infantry divisions, except that one platoon of each is dedicated to specialist soldiers. The 3rd Company of the 177th is an Airborne Company, consisting half of Jet Troopers and half of Paratroopers, while the 4th Company is a Recon Company, with three platoons comprised of ARF specialization troopers and one platoon of Aerial Recon Troopers.
Structure: Infantry Battalion, 2nd 417th Infantry Regiment, 64 squads, 16 platoons, 4 companies
Specialty: The 177th is a heavily specialized Battalion. While capable of providing a decent number of troops to the front lines of the fighting, the 177th specializes in deploying more elite troops for different situations. The 1st and 2nd Companies both fall under the bracket of standard infantry divisions, except that one platoon of each is dedicated to specialist soldiers. The 3rd Company of the 177th is an Airborne Company, consisting half of Jet Troopers and half of Paratroopers, while the 4th Company is a Recon Company, with three platoons comprised of ARF specialization troopers and one platoon of Aerial Recon Troopers.
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