Robert
The sky was dark with rain as Robert Baratheon and his men walked slushy in the heavy muck towards the large forests of the plentiful Northern Andalonous where his men could build a proper defense structure on the tops of the large, bulky hills. They were fighting the combined forces of the Golden Company and Company of Roses - something that was rather unfortunate given that they'd be outnumbered one to ten by their forces whenever they choice to appear in defense of Pentoshi. Or if they decided to skirmish them - that was a possibility as well, given that many a company did such a thing.
"Right, we're gonna build camp on one of those hills up there and wait for them to strike us," It was rather glad that this place provided so many hills, Robert thought, as he stared at them at the large hills above them and off the main road, the road they were currently traveling to save time for their invasion of the Free City of Pentoshi. They were covered in a thick dense green forestry, which was also perfect for cover from this tenacious rain thundering up above their heads. They walked in the slosh underfoot, even as going as far as to dismount their horses and walk alongside them in this weather.
The hill Robert referred too was the closest nearby them - it was covered in a thick dust of heavy green bushy trees swirling around in the wind. "I'm sure that'll affect the Golden Companies elephants." Jae Targayen, the golden-silver haired boy stated with much sarcasm as they got off the trail and into the wilderness around them. Here, it was said they could find large beers traversing the water-grounds of Pentoshi , and they were well-known for being dangerous, indeed. They had a fearsome reputation for tearing the bones off of travellers, but they were also a reclusive race that hydrated half-a year each year - so they might not even encounter one of their species, if the Companions were lucky, that is.
"I'm also sure the Golden Company will be delighted to know that a lonesome Targaryen is out a-wondering with another company. Maybe you'll be their first target, Jae." Jason Swann, his second in command, laughed. They thought so, because the Targaryen family exiled them ages ago for siding with the pretender Daemon Blackfyre and his many descendants - so thus they'd have a grudge against the Targaryen family, leftover by Bittersteel, their founder. Not to mention, they sided with the Blackfyres at least three times thus far; with them coming from the mutated two heads monster that was Maelys the Monstrous. No doubt Jae heard stories about him, and how the man tore his cousin's head straight off of his shoulders trying to get in control of the Golden Company; they were suspicious of anti-Targaryen bias, but they could, indeed be wrong about this.
Jae rolled his eyes at the statement, before looking at the red-coloured three dragons on his chestplate. "Rhaegar wouldn't give a single damn though if I died. Neither do I think Maekor or Daeron ever cared either. Only mum would care enough to grieve if I perished..." He sounded quite bitter and angry about this fact, as they climbed up the hill. It was said that they could see an Andal town from that vantage point upon the hill, or so the local guides told them as Robert politely asked for directions to the nearest town due to the need for re-supplying for his men and nought to mention, they needed to warn the people to dissipate from the valley in the case they destroyed villages and what-not during their conflict. It was important, because they didn't want to be responsible for any innocent deaths.
Swann's bright blue eyes eyes widened and decided not to answer to Jae's bitter-filled comment, which was a wise course of action. Robert sighed, watching Jaeherys - he was a fairly muscular man with deep purple eyes and glossy silver-gold hair; of which he placed in a neat ponytail. Robert thought he bared the most resemblance to King Rhaegar in terms of an appearance than otherwise. They both shared the same sad dark deep purple eyes, unlike the vast majority of their siblings; Daena, his brother's wife, had deep purple eyes too, but they were filled with a sense of adventure and mischievous rather than a sense of despair like his eyes contained.
He was tempted to mention Daena's existence to him, but choice to ignore it as they stood on the hill overlooking the village. They'd find themselves of what appeared to be a ruined sept, with the many gods having tumbled off the side of the hill and into the grasslands below; whole, but not standing anymore as they fell into a clump down below. But they could see the seven sided base still sitting though, even though it appeared to be in tatters for the most part. Rain and wind stuck to it's somewhat eroded base as the wind howled and reigned on the sides of it's basis.
"Well, that's bloody glorious." Jae smirked. "The Gods decided to take a tumble off a cliff, I see." He started at the statues, sitting in a disassembled pile at the base of the hillside. This was a bad sign, Robert thought, and he wasn't very religious as far as one went about such things - but seeing that could be a bad sign, indeed.
Robert stared at them and shrugged. "The town looks to be up ahead." He didn't want to interfere with the village - which included the statues. The gods are naught going to be pleased. Robert thought briefly.
The town appeared to be made of decently made brick houses and apartments, but it was a tiny town, barely a village by Westeros standards. Not much Andals were left in Essos after the Invasion several thousand years ago, much less permanent settlements. This was quite a rare little town; because it was said to both Rhonyar and Andals living in it; the Rhonyar here came from the riverside half a century ago after the Rhone decided to flush away there settlement down it's long bay, and thus they decided to resettle elsewhere.
"It looks like a cute little town to me." Jae had started walking down the hill, carefully to avoid stepping on the statues. "Best let the locals know we will likely destroy their town with our battle."
"And put back the statues at least. They are the Gods afterall.."
He stared at them - they looked as though they were rather stuck in thick, murky mud. It was highly unlikely Jason by himself would dislodge them, but Robert wouldn't complain if he did though. But they had other more important tasks to do, like making sure that his men were buildings tents around this general vicinity. It was a strong defensive outpost; It overlooked the valley's defensives and the valley was full of gentle streams and lakes; not quite unlike the Stormlands when one got around to looking. It was also full of large, green trees; which provided a wonderful vantage point. The wind was soft, but iced cold; and the rain stopped it's haul for a minute to allow the group to stare at the valley within.
The valley was mostly grassland, with just a few of those robust trees that were in the forest behind them were loose upon the ground. Some of the land had been turned into farmlands, with large quantities of white wheat stuck out of the ground on the fertile ground. They also had a gentle stream of water coming In from one of the mountainous regions. It kind of reminded him a bit of the Westerlands, if Robert ever saw that region of Westeros for himself that was. Robert was unfortunate enough not to have gone to that region in his life, but he knew enough. He had always imagined to be a bit mountainous like this, due to the Westerlandy bastards being dubbed 'Hill' as it was and because of the amount of mines the entire place had.
"Robert, the scouts we sent ahead made sure that the town was empty." Jae sighed, thinking about it. They even came back with some of the Andals and Rhonyar of the nearby village, of whom had heard of Robert's fearsome reputation in these parts. The Rhonyar men were strong and lusty from a lifetime of blacksmithing for the local Lords of the region, and the two Andal men that did appear were much taller in appearance to the Rhonyar. They also appeared like warriors, for the most part - with fit shoulders and had naturally athletic frames.
"Some of em even joined us." Robert chuckled. "I like the spirit of the Rhonyar men. They're the hardy, hard-working sort of men. They'll be the ones willing to fight for this land to death. The Andals just like keeping on moving though, to avoid being assimilated by the local Lords; though they still think of Andalos as there's though.. even after all this time." He kind of said this somewhat awkwardly - it had been several thousand years since the Andal Invasion of Westeros. And yet some still remain here, as wandering Warriors rather than venturing to Westeros...
Swann laughed as the men began building tents for the siege ahead of them; some warrior woman from the Parimony of Hyrkoon in the far east came bouncing her large titties around as she helped them put the tents on the mules brought alongside some of their Westerosi companions - most were second sons of Lords, but some were first son and heirs looking for some fun while they were at it; or some came for gold and profit; like the warrior woman from the Patrimony of Hyrkoon. Those woman were sellswords, but men liked them - indeed, until they found out that in the Patrimony almost all of the men were castrated from a young age besides for the strongest boys in their culture, which included their luxurious leader, the current so-called Father.
They begun setting up their tents on the soft soul, overlooking the bright-cheery rose filled outbacks, and than, at dusk, they begun setting a plan in motion for what they were about to do about all of those fellows following them.
Harry Strickland
Harry was not accustomed to working with a woman, amongst other things, as a another leader. She was supposedly called Bloody Mary, for her bloody red locks, and the way she dealt with enemies. She was supposedly of Bolton blood - and that House was well known for skinning it's enemy's alive, so he could only make assumptions as to what horrible things she did to her foes that she kidnapped or the like.
They were sitting in Master Illyo's patio, overlooking the city below them. The city was a trades port, well supported by Westeros interests - although it was not as advanced in terms of technology as Myr was. Myr was a city of wonders and beauty, with its city of artisans and whatnot - but Pentoshi was a pretty enough city on it's own, full of seafaring merchants selling fish and other collectables found during sea-trips, and full of people escaping from the now supposedly free Lys. Lys had forgone it's Slave Trading ventures since the Lady Lyanna took a hold of the place; and thus, Pentoshi was getting an influx of Lys's old merchant class. The Merchants of Sex, they were called, and with them they attempted to make a living off of making sex slaves, just as before, but since Lyanna caught the vast majority of them taking off with ships containing their beautiful servants, they were forced to make do with the slaves here. Most of them begged Master Illyo to declare war on Lys, to take their investments back from the hands of Lyanna the She Wolf - and because Master Illyo was rather fond of Lysiesan Concubines, he gladly obliged them and was on his way to conquer the island with a rather large feet; despite the efforts of Jon Arryn's Gulltown Fleet, that was kept on reserve on Lys in the case that anything happened. That fleet was considered dangerous by most a man as it stopped Aegon the Dragon in his tracks as he tried conquering the land.
"We've seen them, sitting nearby the Andal town of Regan." Marry was gently positioning herself on her chair as she said so. The woman carried with her a war-hammer, similar enough to Robert's famous Warhammer. But it was crafted for a small, dainty thing like her.
"Great, I suppose." Robert Baratheon was a fearsome warrior, with a reputation for smashing in his enemy's - and making them his-once enemy's friends, in his own right. But it was highly unlikely the charismatic Robert was doing such a thing now. "They choice a mountainous region for us to attack them in. They know how defensive the territory is, that's why they chose it as a place of battle. But I'm suspicious because that's not a tactical choice I would've expected the well-known impulsive Baratheon to make, not unless he somehow became more cautious overnight... ." He shrugged - he would've done it though, because it was a wise area to set up in - because it provided a vantage point of which allowed one to have the upper-ground, but Baratheon liked fighting on the open battlefield though, not on a ridge of sorts. He must've somehow became wiser overnight or the likes.
"I expect they're drinkin' some tea up there. I rather like Westeros herbal tea, it helps calms the nerves before a battle, I feel." She smirked, taking a sip out of her small dingy teacup. "But yeah, yer right, Baratheon is acting rather oddly. Did he bring 'em Stark fella with him? Starks always play cautiously."
Harry didn't really care for that - not really, it was a job. A job of chasing after a bunch of wild Westeros Folks that decided that Essos was their playground... Not to mention, the Targaryen Prince. Though, Harry felt as though he shouldn't care about the lad either, really. "I don't know, maybe?" He shrugged. Sometimes people called him a coward, due how cautious he was, but at least he was alive, and he was willing to keep the company alive - even at the expense at being called a coward. "But perhaps so. But whatever the case, I want to stop and disrupt Robert's forces before he comes to the city." They did, indeed have walls, but they were weak stuff though, and could easily be broken through, most unfortunately. Their strongest walls were along the coastline, in order to keep the raiders out, but Robert was travelling via land, not the sea. It was would be easier to deter them as long as possible, at the very least.
She raised her teacup. "Agreed. I'll lead the charge against him?"
"Yes." A wise man would not leave a comfortable, secure position like Andalos. He'd been through that area a fair few times, and even the former Guard Captain used the hills to hide their elephant from a distance from the nearby army. Andalos was the perfect spot and location to secure an army's food supply, due to how plentiful the animal life was in the hills above; and they had plenty of water; streams and fresh water ponds were spattered about on the hills. They'd have no trouble finding them, if they scouted ahead that was. But than again, an ambush conducted alongside the vast hills would be completely effective on their behalf though.
The Battle of Andalos Hills
She, Bloody Marry, was in charge of half of the men; a vast six thousand, as what her 'boss' Mr. Cautious said; for a skirmish, to bother Lordy Baratheon and his eleven thousand men. The last she saw of Harry was him having an discussion with the fat Magister 'bout payments and what-not - and since the Golden Company was highly expensive to maintain, the Magister was sweating through his balls, making his face look as red as an apple. The man seemed tempted to let the opposition win, due to the amount hiring both of their companies costed to his personal bank account - and since Harry was a once a bank consult, it helped make things easier to digest for the fat greedy Magister, of whom was reported even wanting to hire Unsullied to keep out Robert The Hammer swammer wammer.
"It's said that Robert Baratheon once cut down a thousand man on his own with that Warhammer of his.." Rickard, her second command, stated nervously twitching as they moved towards the vast hill, even though the way they were going was the easiest - it was no defined by riggedly sharp cliffs and turn-offs like some of the other entrances into Andalos was, but this route was noticeably riddled with paths that could quite easily end in a massacre on their side. Andalos was also a bandit scum and others aliken to that due to the harsh ridges of Andalos - and nought to mention, it was a well-hidden location, for the most part, due to the many, many trails up to the peak of the large hill. It was also considered holy by the Seven Gods of Westeros, due to the Seven descending from the vast hills of Andalos to send them to Westeros on a holy mission, supposedly according to some Andals she spoke too. They claimed they didn't leave to Westeros due to the Seven demanding that they stay and protect the holy Hill that the Seven came out of.
"And that he rides a wolf into battle, screaming as he swings that hammer of his and cuts trice men in half with one blow of it" Said one of her other weaklings.
"Those are just pure fabrications and myths meant to scare children like you." She frowned, as they walked up the vast hillside. It was quite windy and tumultuous up here on the mountain, with the weather changing as though it could not make up it's mind for what it was worth. She walked up, with her raven-coloured hammer strapped to her back as usual - she had named it Doomsbringer, due to how it brought doom upon her enemies as she cracked open their skulls like walnuts with it's strong metal tips. She had loved using hammers, even as a child that played at one of R'llor's grand temples in Myr with her purple-haired Tryoshi mother, ironically. "Robert Baratheon is just a normal smuck of a man that you hired man shouldn't be scared off."
"A normal smuck that took Lys... one of the most populous ports in the world, just because he wanted too." Someone snorted behind her, to her great annoyance. She ignored them, as they traversed the plain.
They were taking the easiest route into Andalos, the least bandit riddled.. or so the local guide claimed it was, but somehow she doubted it was. If this was the main road, with cliffs on each side, than it was more likely than nought that they were literally walking into a trap left by Robert and his gang. Or worse, Andallian Bandits. They were the worst kind of fellows - strong and fierce, and utterly remorseless. Worst still, they were likely stronger than any of the other bandits of the region, due to having Westerosi advanced technology on their side - it left Andalos quite dangerous indeed. She wouldn't want to be here long honestly, because as long as they dwelled with these cliffs above, the more chance it was likely that they'd get ambushed by someone and be completely unprepared for such an surprising maneuver.
"Be careful... we can easily get ambushed in these woods." She stated, quieting them down as they moved along the path. "We need nought gossip about Lord Baratheon's supposed accomplishments.." She stated, matter of factly. Now, was not the time to being as gossipy as a pair of girls; because being caught unaware of an attack from above would leave them perished.
That was indeed the case, for several of her men were hit square in the chest by an unknown assaultion shooting arrows from one of the rocks. She scampered - as the men in question came out from their hiding places - they were dressed in the armor of Lord Baratheon, the raven-gold insigma imprinted on their chests as they walked forward - she flug her hammer at them, before shrieking, "Roses never yield!" the hammer hit the first men in front her, before one of her the ambusher from behind her thrust a sliver swords through her, causing her to howl to the ground, as she watched the rest of her men fighting the ambusher to be pushed back. She saw handsome Rickard fall to the ground as a blonde-haired Andal man dressed in traditional Andal armour slayed them with ease. Blood of her friends were everywhere as they were attacked on either side by these ghosts; some of them were retreating to be shot down by a man wearing a white and black Swan insigma as he hunted down and chased down the survivors of the attack. Some of them surrounded, by dropping their gear and standing back to be rounded up by the raven and sliver-men wearing the colors of House Baratheon.
She fell to the ground, in a heap as she watched her men be helplessly slaughtered by the ambusher. A raven-haired man slowly walked towards her, alongside a silver-haired man? She didn't know, but she could see the Targaryen-three headed red dragon imprinted on his raven-coloured armor. She stared at them, before the Valyrian took a kneel to look at her. She felt her vision slipping as the blood seeped through her bronze armor; the man got through a weak vent in her armor. I'm going to die from this wound... She knew, as she held on to her gashing deep red wound with her metal arm, in an unsuccessful attempt to clot the wound. Honestly, she felt, so very tired... she should sleep, but if she slept, she knew she'd likely never wake up again due to blood lose, so she kept herself awake purely out of will.
"Don... you... dare get close to me..." She snarled, trying to grab her bloodied knife from her pocket to fail. It burned, where he got her and she didn't know how long she'd last, due to him getting underneath her suit she wore. She spat blood, but she still was alive for now at least; but she wasn't sure how long she'd last though due the internal bleeding; she had also unfortunately, had decided to remove the buffer from her skin though. That was a mistake... now because now there was nothing keeping back the blood dripping from her.
"Oh, your still alive?" The Valyrian titled his girly mass of silver-gold locks. Honestly, to her, he looked akin to a bloody bitch to her at least due to his appearance and he had the locks and all of a bloody woman. A descendant of Aegon I, he was. "I guess, your our prisoner now, Lady mate."
How? Was her last thought before the lost of blood made her fall into a bloody trance. She remembered them briefly picking her up, as they left the area... though she couldn't understand any of the chatter around her as she hung onto dear life like she meant it.
