Gulltown

[The Forgotten God]

Lord Waynwood nodded. "Excellent, my lord." He offered an arm. "For the Queen," he said with a ghost of a smile.

[Lord Gorold Orkwood]

A small entourage bearing the crest of House Orkwood approaches the main host under the control of Lord Daeron Blacktyde. Lord Gorold Orkwood and two of his guards, looking quite disheveled, approach the army in hopes of having an audience. While not as large as Lord Daeron, Lord Gorold is still the largest man in his party, and among the largest even of the Ironborn's host. He approaches with a surprisingly light step, belying his large frame and showing off his many years of martial training. Gorold, seeing no need for fineries, wears unadorned plate as well as a fur cloak. The only memorable thing on Lord Gorold is the large, many notched axe loosely strapped to his back to provide quick access. Having just lain his father, the late Lord Tytus Orkwood, to rest, Gorold is an even more foul mood than usual and is hungry for blood.

[King Theon IV Hoare]

He grasped the arm. "For the Queen."

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Lord Vance returns to the host. "I've convinced Lord Waynwood to bend the knee. He suggests we encamp on the other side of the river. Also, Corbray is coming with twice our numbers in two days. I don't know how many men Waynwood is lending us, but at least we have the castle and surrounding lands now."

The older Riverlord turned to the newcomer. "Lord... Orkwood, yes? My sympathies for your father. A great warleader."

[Lord Gorold Orkwood]

Lord Gorold cocks his head as he doesn't recognize the speaker. "Yes, Lord Gorold Orkwood, son of Tytus Orkwood" he proclaimed, not a hint of wavering in his voice."Who might you be good sir, so I may properly thank you for your compliments of my father. Might you be the head of this great host?" He pauses as if trying to decide how much to reveal and then with great intentsity states, "My anger knows no bounds and if this army is going to leave the roads red in it's wake I feel I may be of service."

[The Forgotten God]

Lord Waymar Royce looks at the new arrivals. "I'm the battle commander," he grumbled. "Lord Orkwood. You come to fight with us? We'll have plenty of violence ahead, I can promise that."

[King Theon IV Hoare]

"I'm Lord Robert Vance of Atranta. I'm just the silver tongue between the fangs."

[Lord Gorold Orkwood]

"Greetings, my fellows Lords," intones Lord Gorold dipping a curt bow. He faces Lord Waymar and states, "I myself am no novice to battle, and would think myself very much able to assist you in coordinating the coming violence." He pulls the axe off his back flashing the many notches for both lords to see. "And I appreciate the role you play Lord Vance," says Gorold as he turns to face the other lord, "but most times I encounter a tongue it is not sitting between the fangs." He flashes a wicked smile, proving well that the notches on the axe were indeed an exactment of the Iron price.

[King Theon IV Hoare]

Robert was no stranger to the rustic ways of the Iron Islands, despite never setting foot there himself. "I doubt it not, my lord. Well, I hope the son is a reflection of the father." He turned to Royce. "The late Lord Orkwood was one of the late king's finest commanders, you see."

[Lord Gorold Orkwood]

"And I hope to be the same to the new king!" Gorold raises his axe in salute to King Theon. "I assure you Lord Waymar, I am every bit the commander my father was if not better," Gorold says without the slightest hint of boasting. "We shall take the Vale and whatever else lays in it! I assure you Lord Vance knows what I'm talking about," Lord Gorold makes a crude gesture involving tongues that causes his two disheveled guards to chuckle.

[King Theon IV Hoare]

"Quite... Well, I shall leave you gentlemen to the business of war." Despite his platemail, Vance was no battlefield commander.

[Lord Gorold Orkwood]

"Well then Lord Waymar, let us get down to business. How do we intend to procede?" Lord Gorold implies, as if Lord Waymar has no choice but to include him. "Shall we feign siege to Lord Cobray's scouts only to have him find us inside the castle when his main host gets here? Or maybe set up an ambush where both forces may pincer the approaching army and trap them to leave no survivors?" Lord Gorold's face lights up at the promise of battle. "I know not the lay of the land or how fierce his forces fight to make up for our being outnumbered. I defer that wisdom to you, Lord Waymar." Gorold dips a curteous bow, the most respectful gesture he's given since approaching the camp.

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[The Forgotten God]

"Lord Corbray will come hard, I suspect," he said, "he doesn't wish us to link with Prince Erik's army in the west. We'll stay east of the river for now and let the other army begin bribing other lords to turn on King Artos, and if he means to offer battle we can face him at the bridges where his numbers won't mean so much." He looked about. "The castle can hold for long enough to make another plan palatable."

[Lord Gorold Orkwood]

"While I hate to put my tail between my legs and hide I can think of no better option having not seen a map of the terrain. Let us retreat to a place we may better discuss our next step, so that we may divine a plan to wet my axe." Lord Gorold gestures for Lord Royce to lead the way to the command tent, wanting to get down to the bloody business at hand.