Randyll Tarly – Storms End/ Green Fork
Randyll had been woken by an explosion followed by the screams of thousands of men burning to death. He grabbed Heartsbane from the table he had set it when he went to sleep and ran out of his tent.
What he saw when he left his tent was chaos there was fires everywhere and there was hundreds of horses racing through the camp destroying everything that was in there way.
He had thought that the Northern lord Frost was planning something but he had no idea it would cause all this. Randyll had asked Mace Tyrell to bend the knee and fight for the rebels but he wouldn't hear of it "the rebels will lose and we will be rewarded for our loyalty" was all Mace said.
Randyll knew they had superior numbers but the young Frost didn't seem to care and why should he had successfully attacked the Reach killing thousands suffering only minor loses which lead to Mace sending a third of their forces on a fool's errand looking for the man.
While Mathis was searching the Reach, Frost had left and destroyed the Redwyne fleet ending the blockade.
Meeting with the man had only impressed Randyll more; with a few words he had caused discord among the Lords of the Reach even causing some of the Redwyne and Shield Lords to say they would fight for the rebels if Mace attacked Storms End.
Being brought back from his thoughts his squire some Florent a cousin of his wives had ran over to him to say that there was Northern soldiers within their camp and that the gates were opened and thousands of men were approaching.
Assembling what men he could he ordered them to make for the front and bring down as many of the enemies as they could, this had proven to be futile the combined Northern and Stormlands cavalry had already broken the front line and were sweeping their way through the camp killing all those who opposed them.
Randyll had managed to kill many bringing down men with Heartsbane but for every rebel that seemed to fall ten of his own men were taken in revenge.
He was making one last attempt for a counterattack he saw the Lord Frost in the distance and knew if he were to bring down the man then the rebels would be disheartened.
He ran forward as fast as he could to bring down the young lord but was stopped by a group of riders he thought he heard his name before everything went black.
It was midday when he finally woke with a banging pain in his head. He was in a small room with only a bed and a chair which his squire Eric was sitting on.
"My lord you're awake" Eric said happily
"Yes I'm awake where am I" Randyll asked. "We were brought into the castle after the battle Lord Frost said I was to tell the guards when you woke will I tell them now" his squire asked sheepishly.
A few minutes after Eric had told the guards outside his room he was awake there was a knock on the door and Frost entered wearing a silver and black shirt with his family crest emblazoned on it.
"Lord Tarly I am pleased to see that you are awake I had been worried for a while, if you're up for it I wish for us to speak" Frost asked.
"Of course Lord Frost" Randyll replied. Frost gave one look at Eric and the boy ran out of the room without saying a word.
"My lord I assume you know by now what I wish to ask" Frost said without taking his eyes off Randyll.
"If I were to guess I would say you wished for me to bend my knee to you and declare Robert Baratheon as my king" Frost merely nodded when Randyll spoke.
Thinking now Randyll knew that he would bend the knee he couldn't risk the Targaryen's to remain on the throne the king was mad burning all those who displeased him and Rhaegar who had once shown such promise had thrown that all away when he kidnapped Lyanna Stark.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke "my sword and those of my men are yours you have my word" Frost seemed pleased with this.
"Good I will leave it to you to convince Mace Tyrell to join us and I trust you will be well enough to march in two days time yes "Frost said while shaking Randylls hand.
After being giving free reign of the castle Randyll made his way to where his Liege lord Mace Tyrell was being kept. Walking into the room he saw Mace sitting on a chair looking out a window.
Randyll had learned that Mace had surrendered to the rebels of whom he was now one he supposed after seeing several of his lords and knights killed without even putting up a fight.
"My lord I have come to ask you to bend the knee and declare Baratheon as king it is the only hope left to us if we wish to survive after the war" he knew he had said the right thing Mace was a fool yes but he valued his life and power above all else and wouldn't want to lose either.
Mace had seen sense and had bent the knee that very night to Stannis Baratheon in front of lords from the North, Stormlands and Reach. He however would not be joining the rebels marching north he would be staying in Storms End as per Stannis's orders Randyll would be given command of the Reach army as Mace was too unreliable his word couldn't be trusted.
Randyll had watched as Stannis Baratheon's younger brother Renly had cried and begged for Stannis not to leave before a maester finally took the boy away. Randyll hoped that his son Sam who had been born several months ago was nothing like Renly a crying weakling; he would have to ensure his son grew up strong and a warrior like his ancestors had been.
They had been marching for three days straight before they had been allowed to stop, this caused much grumbling among some of the Reach men but Randyll quickly put an end to this he would not have weakness shown to the North or Storm men who never once complained.
The army was 20000 strong 15000 of those were men from the Reach the rest of the men were left to guard the wounded, more and more men were joining them however as they made their way through the Stormlands.
It was during this break that he begun talking to Rickard Frost and was beginning to see why his men respected him so much he had proven himself time and time again from taking the Shield Islands to destroying an army four times as strong as his own.
It was also during this break that Randyll had talked with Stannis Baratheon he was nothing like his brother who was loud and boisterous no Stannis was a different man more serious and quiet. However it appeared that Rickard and Stannis had made a friendship of sorts Randyll even saw Stannis Baratheon laugh on more than one occasion.
After resting for half a day they began their march again Randyll Rickard and Stannis at the front of the host discussing tactics and the best possible way to reach the Trident.
It had taken them a little less than a week to leave the Stormlands and they were now resting within the Crownlands an area which was notoriously loyal to the throne and the Targaryens. The sentry guards were doubled and were told to keep an eye out.
Their journey continued like this for another six days of hard riding before they finally reached the Riverlands which had been ravaged by war with burning crops and fields as far as he could see.
Their scouts reported that the loyalist forces werea days ride ahead of them apparently they had been waiting in kings landing for the Dornish for three weeks.
Randyll sat now in the command tent with the prominent lords discussing their plan of attack. It was eventually decided after much debate that the army would be split in three. Stannis would take the right, Rickard the centre and Randyll himself would take command of the left. They would use the entire force no men were to be kept in reserve as this battle was too important to not use their full force.
A day later their scouts had reported that the Loyalist and rebel forces had engaged on the banks of the Green Fork it was for this reason why Randyll sat atop his horse fully armoured with Heartsbane in his hand and his men assembling into their ranks.
They were close to the battlefield now he could hear the sounds of battle the clash of steel and screams of men it was over the next hill he could tell.
Reaching the top of the hill he looked out at the wide plain and was shocked to see the sheer size of the battle there was tens of thousands of men fighting each other.
They had positioned themselves perfectly they were right behind the Loyalist host the perfect place for an attack they would stand no chance.
The horns were blown and Randyll put down his visor and shouted as loud as he could to attack. With that thousands of men poured over the hills and heading straight for the loyalists.
Men were falling to his right and left being killed by arrows but it made no matter they carried on, a pike was lifted to try to deter his advance but with a swing of Heartsbane both the pike and the man holding it were broken.
He continued bringing down men left and right most of whom seemed to be Dornish but some were Crownlanders he all but halved a Rosby man before taking the arm off a Hayford battle continued like this for what seemed like days he killed one man only to have it replaced by another and then another.
The battle was going in their favour tho the bodies on the ground were mostly loyalists and this seemed to be the same everywhere that Randyll looked.
He was tiring now he could feel his arms beginning to weaken but he would not stop until they had won and he had proved he was worthy of the name Tarly and till the dragons were taken from the throne and his legacy was secure.
