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Blackwater Bay
Stokeworth
7 BAC
The host of the Storm Queen was ready to march on Harren the Black and put an end to his existence.
His host was marching to the Blackwater Rush, and with careful timing, Ei's army would catch the King of the Isles and Rivers in a very unfavorable position.
Stuck between the Blackwater Rush and her army, the Ironborn would either swim and die or fight and die, but die all the same.
Following the victory, the mood among the soldiers was high, and it was evident in their march.
Their route would take them southwest through Stokeworth to the lands of House Hayford. Ei had been monitoring Harren's host regularly in case of something unforeseen, but so far, everything was moving according to the plan.
The first day of the march was uneventful. On the second day, however, one of the soldiers had made the mistake of forcing a young girl from the small village the host was camping nearby.
"Explain yourself." He ordered, and the knight fell on his knee to hide the fear in his veins.
"Your Excellency, this girl lies; I know not why."
"It's true, Your Excellency." "Tristan would never." Several knights, the friends of the accused, rushed to his defense.
"Silence." The knights went still at her cold tone, clamping up immediately.
Ei turned to the teary-eyed girl, who was clearly shaken by what almost happened to her. "Speak, child."
The girl, barely fourteen or fifteen, told how Tristan got drunk in her father's tavern, where she was working, and tried to push himself on her.
Tristan's friends objected again, saying the girl was lying and she had approached Tristan first.
"Enough. Where are the witnesses?" Ei could feel the knight lying, a perk of being a god, but witnesses were still necessary for due diligence.
Several villagers who were at the tavern were brought forward, and their accounts of the event were consistent and didn't appear to be a carefully crafted lie, as Tristan's defenders claimed.
"You have two choices: either confess and be stripped of your knighthood and possessions as punishment, or lie and be put to death."
"Your Excellency, I did nothing. This is all a plot." The knight begged on his knees.
"Did you know I can sense when someone is lying?" Ser Tristan went pale at her words, realizing that it was all for nothing.
"N-no."
Ei swung her hand as if it was a sword, and an electro blade decapitated the lying knight right in front of the witnesses and the spectators.
"Let this be a lesson to all of you." Storm clouds responded to the Electro Archon's displeasure, quickly covering the sky and darkening the land."You might have enjoyed your unchecked power over the populace, but it will no longer happen. Any ill treatment of the people under your rule, and you will be punished."
"Take the knight's belongings and give this young girl coin equal to it." She decreed, dismissing the impromptu court, having dispensed justice.
—
Ei's warning of the lords' treatment towards the smallfolk had left many displeased, but fear kept them silent.
Of course, scaring the nobles into following the laws she would set would only breed resentment in the long term, but she had plans for that as well.
Keeping a balance between her treatment of the nobles and commoners was delicate work.
—
On the third day, her outriders had their first sightings of Harren's host, posing as travelers to not alert the enemy.
The Ironborn were marching steadily to their doom, and it was time to deliver it.
—
Blackwater Bay
Ei gathered her war council, and the mood among the lords was excellent, their previous grumbling over the fate of Ser Tristan all but forgotten.
"Your Excellency, what is our plan?" Darren Dondarrion spoke first, giddy at the thought of finally cleansing the humiliation they had suffered at the hands of the Ironborn three generations ago.
"Their backs are at the Blackwater Rush; they have no place to escape. We should ride them down with the cavalry and the infantry." Lord Symond had a fire burning in his eyes, a somewhat welcome change compared to his previous demeanor.
Prince Argilac snorted. He too would have considered such a rash course of action before, but his daughter had, unknowingly, taught him to use his head more than he was doing anyway. "Six thousand cavalry can't destroy a host of twenty thousand, and if they slow down to match the infantry, then Harren has time to prepare or run away through the empty flanks."
"Indeed, and even if the cavalry rides through the host, they will be the ones stuck between a host and the Blackwater Rush. If the Ironborn decide to take as many as possible down in a final act of spite, then it will be a needless loss of life." The people of the Storm Kingdom had to fight their own wars; otherwise, Ei could have finished the Ironborn long ago.
You can't raise a child by doing everything for them. They have to stumble and fight through life to grow.
"Her Excellency is right; just because we are fated to win does not mean we should waste soldiers, especially knights and cavalry." Corwyn had brought most of his mounted forces, and if the cavalry were crushed, he would be the one to weaken the most.
Ei nodded. After the victory over Vickon's host, Lord Darklyn's attitude had changed. "Well said. Our plan is simple. The infantry and the archers will approach Harren's host from the rear. The infantry will create a line and charge at Harren's host, while the archers keep firing from range. We will split the cavalry into two and flank the Ironborn from each side, and the Ironborn will be surrounded entirely." Boxing the enemy would leave little to no survivors to plague the Riverlands and the Blackwater Bay, and a total victory would go a long way to create a bond between recent additions to her kingdom.
"Your Excellency, I would like to volunteer for the honor of leading one of the cavalry." Tommen Whitehead stepped forward, falling on his knees. He had become a bit of a yes-man after the Battle of Weeping Town, but Ei had set him straight after Stokeworth.
"I am a seasoned rider, Your Excellency; let me lead the other." Edric Fell followed Tommen's example, and the only reason Ei didn't roll her eyes at the dramatics was because she didn't have time for it.
At first it was one by one, but then the court descended into an anarchy, with each lord vying for the glory.
"Enough." Ei silenced the squabbling nobles at once. "Act befitting your station. Lords Grandison and Rogers will lead the cavalry. They have done well against Vickon Greyjoy's host, and I expect them to succeed again." The two lords had proven to be competent commanders, and she had no intention of replacing them with someone untested.
Lords Darian and Eamon slammed their fists on their chests, gracefully and joyfully accepting the command.
"I will be leading the infantry and the Marcher lords once again in the charge of archers." It was only fair for her to lead the men when they would act as the spearhead and face the most casualties.
Her father stood up with Victor in his hand, ready for the fight. "I am coming with you."
"Very well." Ei nodded after thinking for a second. Her father was a mighty warrior, and the safest place in this battle would be next to her. "The remaining lords are to join the cavalry. Ready yourselves."
—
The twelve thousand infantry were led by four knights, each commanding a three thousand-strong unit.
Ser Brynden Selmy of Harvest Hall, an honorable knight a head shorter than Prince Argilac. He was known to be fair and well beloved by both smallfolk and nobility. Handsome with black hair and brown eyes, Brynden was what every knight aspired to be.
Ser Daven Wylde of Rain House, serving as the castellan to his brother, commanded the second unit. Unlike his brother, Allard Wylde, Daven was more serious and carried out his tasks meticulously.
Commander of the third unit was Ser Moryn Fell, castellan to Mistwood and the late Lady Mertyns' brother. He was a silent individual who preferred action over words, but his youth was well behind him.
Finally, Ser Aric Trant of Gallowsgrey led the fourth unit, a decorated warrior that had been knighted by her father and a well-accomplished commander in several previous wars.
Each stood at the helm of their unit, ready to follow Queen Argella and Prince Argilac to battle.
At the rear, the Marcher lords readied the archers to rain down arrows on the Ironborn.
Now, all they had to do was wait for the cavalry to take place.
—
The part of the Blackwater Bay where the battle would take place was mostly flat land, so the west flank cavalry had to take a longer route, while the east flankers would move with the infantry, splitting up to charge from their designated route to box the Ironborn in for total annihilation.
A small hill stood behind the Ironborn, giving the infantry the necessary cover to get as close as possible.
Once the west cavalry was in place, they sent up a rider to inform the infantry, and Ei gave the order.
The infantry charge flags were waved, and Ei spurred her horse forward, her father right next to her at the helm of the infantry, followed by the knights in charge, the twelve thousand well-armed and armored soldiers, and the three thousand strong heavy cavalry, who had split halfway.
—
Watching the infantry with his far-seeing eye, courtesy of the glassmakers Queen Argella had trained, Darian Dondarrion gave the order to charge. "Men, this is the day we expel Ironborn from our lands. Charge!" He screamed, drawing out the word as he raised his lance, and the horse reared up.
—
Ironborn Host
Harren the Black Hoare unfurled his far-seeing eye, looking across the Blackwater Rush in search of the enemy.
He frowned.
There was nothing.
Since they had not encountered the host by now, which meant Harren's plan to split his forces to strike the enemy from two directions had gone to waste, the Storm Queen's army should have been building a bridge, unless Argella Durrandon wanted to risk passing through the fords on the upper river while there was a flood.
He would need to combine his forces with Vickon's and search for the enemy.
The second host should have arrived by now, which was troubling, unless they have been delayed for some reason.
Something was wrong, very wrong in fact.
"My king, what should we do?"
"We set up camp and sent riders to the other side and up the Blackwater Rush to see where they are."
"Yes, my king."
"Raise the shields! Set up a line!" Screams rose from the rear of the host, and Harren turned around to see what was happening.
Only for his gaze to land on the missing Durrandon host charging at them.
—
The Ironborn had set up a rushed line for protection, but with their small shields and swords, it wasn't an effective one. Sporadic arrows came down on the charging infantry, but it was drowned by the well-timed waves the Storm Kingdom archers fired.
Caught unprepared, the arrows took many lives, forcing many more to raise their shields or dive for cover, which mostly included the corpses of their comrades, as the land was flat with no natural cover, and they had no time to build defenses.
Ei leaped off her horse, and an electro blade covered the tip of her naginata, extending its reach significantly.
One swing, and the Ironborn line crumbled as electro burned through men with no resistance, leaving only ashes behind.
Leaving the infantry, which soon was supplemented by the cavalry from the flanks, Ei sent a mental order to Kage to watch over Argilac and sought her query.
Harren Hoare.
Who was at the other end of the hose, trying to coordinate his men.
Ei was about to leap, to take the King of the Ironborn as a hostage for future use, before she saw something that shouldn't have been possible.
Fifty or so arrows rained down on the Ironborn from the northwest, definitely not their own, but the impossible part was the purple, charged shot among the arrows.
One that she wasn't responsible for.
The situation had changed, and this battle had to be over now.
Ei disappeared from sight and appeared next to Harren's guards, the shockwave she left behind having carved a path straight through the middle of the Ironborn, turning bones to powder, flesh to paste, and hundreds upon hundreds of men to corpses.
Harren and his guards were thrown off their horses, and Ei killed all except Harren before they even hit the ground.
Locking gazes with the King of the Isles and Rivers, she slammed the end of her naginata on Harren's head as he tried to unsheathe his swords.
Holding him by the ankle, Ei flew up, standing above the battlefield before calling out to the Ironborn. "Your king is captured. Surrender now, or die." Her voice cut through the sound of clashing steel and screaming soldiers on both sides.
Seeing their king defeated so easily, with the sorcerer queen of the Storm Kingdom standing above them as if she were the wrath of a god personified, the Ironborn began to drop their weapons one by one, surrendering in despair.
Her soldiers started cheering, howling with glee, before they started to round up the Ironborn. Landing, Ei threw Harren to the waiting hands of two knights, frowning as she gazed towards where the electrocharged shot had come from.
She would investigate, but now, the Ironborn prisoners had to be secured.
—
Of the twenty thousand, only half had survived, most killed when the cavalry had slammed into the flanks, clustering the Ironborn further together, and Ei had caused a deadly shockwave, stopping just shy of killing Harren.
Her soldiers had begun to restrain the prisoners, using whatever materials they had on hand, as well as raiding the Ironborn supplies.
Harren was still out of it.
Ei, however, was still fixated on who or what had fired that electrocharged shot and was waiting for the situation to be under control before seeking the source.
Something tingled her senses, and Ei turned to face it, squinting her eyes to make sure, even though it was a completely unnecessary gesture.
She had only done it because what she saw was impossible.
"What in the seven hells is that?!" "A flying man?" "Gods preserve us, first the Queen is a sorcerer, now men are flying."
Ei didn't even hear the comments.
"Do you know what that is about?" Her father asked, watching as the winged man flew towards them on black wings, just as dumbfounded as everyone, including the prisoners.
Her answer only made the situation more confusing. "Someone who should have been dead."