Ch 36 Battles Along The Honeywine

(Two Weeks later)

News from Ormund Hightower the nephew of Grandpa Otto with a call for aid, a large force of Black factionist were marching down to his camp which was stationed North of Old town on the Honeywine Fork.

Ormund was camped with Houses Peak, Roxton, and a few footmen from the Redwynes who were patrolling the waters with their formidable fleet in search of enemy vessels.

Ormund had a eight hundred Knights, one thousand archers and three thousand Men at Arms along with five thousand spearman levies.

So nearly ten thousand Men.

From the North came a force of Seventeen thousand led by Thaddeus Rowan alongside Lord Tarly, Ser Alan Beesbury and Owen Costayne.

I sent a message to hold tight and dig In as I was approaching with the Knights and mounted men at arms of House Tyrell and Fossoway, three thousand heavily armed and armored horsemen marched alongside me and all were eager to chop some rebels in half.

We marched South in a column as Cannibal flew high overhead hidden by the thick clouds.

I was highly impressed by these 'Summer Knights', they wore great armor and from just a bit of sparring I could tell they were well trained in use of Lances and Flanged maces when things got close and dirty.

I sent out a troop of light cavalry to scout ahead and soon enough the camp of The Black forces was found, reportedly it was nearly empty.

I sent word throughout the line for five hundred of the less experienced young knights to follow me, I didn't want the main force to get tired from raiding and killing camp followers.

Soon we reached a hill and below was a large camp filled with thousands of tents but nearly no men, there were page boys and servants, only two hundred or so soldiers left to guard the camp while the others marched off to meet the enemy.

I gathered the five hundred young knights and urged then to surround me while the other men kept their horses rested.

"DOWN IN THAT CAMP ARE TRAITORS!!! MEN WHO REBELLED TO GIVE MY THRONE TO THE WHORE OF DRAGONSTONE!!!

I SAY WE KILL THEM ALL AND LET THE GODS SORT THE INNOCENT!!!"

I shouted and warcries Resounded as the young Knights grew excited at the sight of the weakly defended camp.

I moved my Horse and made a slow trot towards the camp as the others followed.

I drew Blackfyre from its sheath and shouted.

"I EXPECT NONE TO DIE FIGHTING THESE REBEL SCUM!!!! CHAAARGE!!!!"

I Shouted and all urged their horses to gallop as lances lowered and armor clattered.

The camp defenders had long since formed a defensive line but at the sight of five hundred fully armored Knights charging with couched lances they broke and ran.

Lances impaled the running men as Warhorses trampled on their bodies and crushed their heads like Juicy watermelons.

The knights drew warhammers and Flanged maces and began bashing the skulls of everyone they spotted running around the camp.

Soldiers with helmets and armor got their faces crushed and fell to the ground as they leaked blood.

Unarmored camp followers ran but were ridden down and trampled underhoof while others had their skulls bashed as they fled.

The camp was quickly filled with cries of. "Mercy!!!"

"We Surrender"

so I shouted with my magically empowered voice for all to hear.

"NO QUARTER FOR REBELS!!!! LET THE GODS SORT THE INNOCENT!!!!"

And the Knights began to chop the guards and servants to pieces as the blood and gore spattered their armor.

Before long half the Knights were sent to run down the people who fled while I led the other half tent to tent as they dragged out screaming women and young pages and began to bash them to death with their maces.

The screams of the dying filled my ears like a the most beautiful symphony as I cut two servants apart with Blackfyre.

After half an hour the entire camp went silent as all the young Knights finished I'm exterminating everyone.

I called the men to gather and spoke.

"How many have we lost?" I asked the Captain.

"None my King, one young man broke his arm from falling off his horse and another was stabbed with a dagger in the thigh but will survive..." He spoke with a deep bow.

"Sers it was an honor to fight with you all, but we still have one more battle to settle today.

A quarter of you will stay and gather everything of value, the others will ride with me and the other Knights against the rebels."

I spoke and the young knights were all eager to go fight but decided to maintain calm and quickly draw straws.

I ordered them to move the bodies so Cannibal could eat and all stared in wonder at the Coal Black monstrosity that descended from the thick clouds.

The Young knights were all eager and began dragging corpses to Cannibal as he casually snapped them up and munched on them like a huge puppy.

As they fed the Dragon, I reunited with the more experienced Knights and we marched off south as we followed the tracks of the army.

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We followed one of the tributaries which led to the Honeywine until we spotted the Battle.

The Green forces were holding strong against the Rebels and now would be a perfect time for a flank...Hammer and Anvil tactic that will decimate those rebel scum.

All the Experienced Knights were frothing at the mouth at the sight of so many exposed backs.

I drew my sword and shouted.

"ANY MAN WHO DIES WITH A CLEAN LANCE OR MACE ILL RAPE HIS CORPSE!!!

NO MERCY!!!

NO QUARTER!!!

WITH ME!!!"

I shouted and moved my Horse forward as all the Knights excitedly followed.

I aimed my charge at the leftmost flank of the men so as to crumble there and then sweep the rest of these rebel scum.

We entered a light trot when a hundred yards away and I pointed my sword and shouted. 

"DEATH TO TRAITORS!!!

CHAAAAARGE!!!!"

The men shouted back

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"FOR THE KING!!!!"

"KILL ALL REBELS!!!!!"

which prompted all the nearly three thousand knights to emit a fearsome warcry and spur their horses into a gallop as they lowered their Lances and charged at the backs of the surprised enemy.

Our fully armored Warhorses slammed into the mostly undefended rear of the men as thousands died from lances and being crushed by the thick hooves of the Heavy Warhorses.

I swung at the shocked and battered infantry like carving a cake, with every swing of my sword another head or two would be severed as blood and gore flew in all directions.

Around me the Tyrell Knights smashed the rebel scum with war picks and maces as screams and groaning of dying men Resounded.

The Green soldiers who saw reinforcements began to fight even harder as a second wind filled their souls.

The Black infantry that was thrown into the meat grinder quickly realized that they were surrounded and began calling for surrender.....

My Knights bashed them even harder as heads were split open and dying men crushed by heavy hooves.

Before long the entire left flank of the Blacks was completely decimated and I raised my voice and called the Knights.

"MOVE BACK AND FOLLOW ME FOR ONE MORE CHARGE!!!" I shouted and the knights began to move back and amassed twenty yards back.

I moved to them and I heard the heavy breathing of both men and horses as they were already winded from the first charge.

I observed the Hightower infantry which we saved begin to charge and slam into the sides of the Center column and start hacking violently at the Rowan and Tarly men.

Before we moved to charge again a loud trumpet sounded and white flags were raised from the commander who rode with his entourage on the far right.

He saw the collapse of his left and knew the battle was over.

Loud cries of surrender came like a wave over the battlefield as men dropped their weapons and stopped fighting.

The Hightower, Peake and Roxton men began apprehending the surrendered men and stripping them nearly naked while piling their armor and weapons while stealing all valuables.

The enemy commanders Thaddeus Rowan alongside Lord Tarly, Ser Alan Beesbury and Owen Costayne approached with a white flag of Surrender.

Thaddeus called out.

"I am Thaddeus Rowan, Commander of this Force and I surrender myself and my army." He spoke and bowed on his Horse.

I flipped up my Armet and he shivered as I gazed at him with my glowing Red eyes.

"Dismount, remove your armor, throw down your weapons."

I spoke and Alan Beesbury wanted to object but was made to shut up.

It was customary to allow Lords much during surrender but I wasn't doing that....They knew who I was and didn't dare deny me.

They all dismounted and began stripping their armor and weapons until they were left in tunics, pants, and leather boots.

"Walk to your other men, wait there until I come for you."

I told them and they made a walk of shame as they walked back.

I turned to my knights and shouted. 

"MAKE SURE NONE RUN FROM HERE!"

I shouted and they all agreed and moved to watch over the ten thousand prisoners who were being herded up, stripped and bound.

I moved with Ser Bertram Wether the Knight in charge of the Tyrell forces and a dozen others towards the Green Commander's who were overseeing everything from horseback.

When the men saw me riding they all bowed deeply and spoke. "My King." 

I reached Ormund Hightower and Jon Roxton who commanded the Green Forces.

They both dismounted and knelt at the sight of me as they spoke their pledge of fealty.

I dismounted and spoke. "Rise, both of you...I'm glad you are alive and well Cousin." I spoken as I patted the twenty year old Ormund on the Shoulder.

"My King I didn't think we'd win until you arrived, I felt my death coming until I saw the charging Tyrell Knights...thank you, you have my eternal Gratitude and Loyalty." He spoke with a deep bow.

"Enough of that, finish gathering up all the prisoners, I want them all placed in one big group just over there." I spoke as I pointed towards a big clearing just behind the Battlefield.

He nodded and mounted his horse and started shouting orders at his men.

Ser Bertram asked.

"My King if you don't mind me asking, why do you want all ten thousand Men to be moved there?" He asked in his old gruff voice.

"Oh it will be easier to burn them that way...and Cannibal is especially hungry today and I don't want him to walk too far for his meals." I spoke and a shiver ran down Bertram's spine.

He'd heard the New King was ruthless but to burn ten thousand Men was unheard of.

"Do worry Bertram, the Gods will sort out the Innocent.... although they all fought against me so they are at the very least treasonous." I spoke and he nodded.

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I walked around the battlefield as I organized efforts to get aid to wounded men as the surrended were rounded up and moved, there were so many that it took nearly two hours.

I spoke to many of the wounded and cast anti infection spells on the wounds.....they were loyal and I reward those loyal to me after all.

I ordered men to bring back the supplies of the Rebel army and the cooks began preparing delicious stews and fresh baked bread in portable ovens as the smell of food filled the air.

All the prisoners thought the food was being prepared for them as well and were all in high spirits.

Once the Scum were all rounded up I ordered my knights to watch them and called for Cannibal to come.

A terrible screech Resounded over the land as he awoke from his slumber at the Rebel camp....it was eight miles away and his trill roar was heard all the way here...

Many men wondered where the King's legendary Dragon was and all heads turned to look.

No one from the Reach had ever seen Cannibal since most people aside from Lord's and Merchants don't travel....only a few had seen any dragon at all.

And now they all watched as a huge monster flapped its wings powerfully as it approached from the north.

All trembled as he approached, even the men on my side.

Cannibal landed in the Field as I walked up to him.

All the men saw the King approach the Monstrous beast and realized just why he was King.....even the rebel Lords felt like kneeling at this moment.

Why bow before the Whore of Dragonstone when such a Majestic King exists.

After talking to Cannibal and patting his metallic coal scales I walked over to the rounded up men as he lumbered behind me like a great sinister shadow.

I empowered my voice so all men could hear, even the wounded off in the distance.

"YOU ALL CAME HERE TODAY TO KILL YOUR FELLOW COUNTRYMEN....

YOU ALL CAME HERE AS REBELS TO YOUR KING.....

YOU ALL CAME AS TRAITORS TO THE REALM.....

FOR SCUM LIKE YOU ILL LET THE GODS SORT YOU OUT...

CANNIBAL....BURN THEM ALL!!!!" 

I ordered and a stream of Beautiful Green Flames poured over the men and began to cook them alive....Cannibal reduced the intensity so he could eat their bodies.

 the nightmarish screams of ten thousand Men Resounded over the field and drowned out any other sound.

I walked away and Cannibal began to chomp on the cooking men while everyone watched on in awe of fear.....

what if they had chosen the Blacks instead of the Greens.... They'd be the ones burning and being eaten by a monster.

I then spoke aloud for all to hear.

"THOSE REBEL SCUM LEFT ENOUGH WINE, SALT PORK, AND BREAD FOR ALL OF US!!! LETS FEAST TO OUR VICTORY!!!"

I shouted and instantly cheers and shouts of joy Resounded and drowned out the cries of the rebels who had their skin cooking and eyeballs running down their faces as Cannibal scooped them into his huge mouth by the dozens.

We cracked all the wine casks and the soldiers built thousands of small campfires on the field as we all drank and ate the enemies food while singing songs.

Toasts to their King Resounded and all sang in unison while in bliss at the victory.

I sat beside Ormund and Bertram as we ate makeshift sandwiches of roasted fatty pork and hard cheese with slices of onion that one knight brought in his saddlebag.

We had a barrel of arbor gold nearby where we dipped small Wooden bowls for more wine and drank deeply.

We rested by the campfire and the thousands of Men sang long and loud into the night.....

they knew more fighting would take place but they could relax this night and enjoy Feasting with the King himself.

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