6.

The Battle of Stoney Sept.

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Empty lies the town of Stoney Sept...

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Baratheon forces retreated from

Pinkmaiden as the year 212 closed on 

them. Tyrell forces covered their 

march. But as Khailee Flowers secured

the perimeter of the valley, decisions

had already been made. As she 

returned to Stoney Sept, the town was

emptying, Stormlanders marching

back toward the Crownlands. Injured,

defeated, the Baratheon host was

pulling back. The Tyrell troops had 

not recieved orders to return to the

Reach.

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Khailee Flowers tried organiying her 

ranks as Ronnal Baratheon rode into

camp to tally his returning forces and

supplies. Their meeting was brief.

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The air of impending catastrophe hung over Stoney Sept. Lord Ronnal urged for an orderly retreat, a regrouping south in King´s Landing. The Lady Kahilee had other plans with her host. 

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She prepared her defenses. She knew Tully was riding for Stoney Sept now. She had faced him in battle, barely saving the Baratheon forces. But she had not crossed swords with him. A fire burned within her to face Edmund Tully, the bane of the realm. She believed in her ability to stop him. Maybe not his army, but him.

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So she prepared a defense. The bulk of her forces would await them in Stoney Sept. She would take a small vanguard with her to attack Lord Tully directly. They had not looted many pieces of Riverlander´s armor and banners but it was enough to equip a dozen knights. She would take this force right up to Edmund´s command line and attack him directly. She would lose the town, her forces, but she would stop the scourge. 

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In the morning however, there would only be thirty thousand soldiers left for her to hold fast. Many had decided that they would not bleed for the death of a single Riverlander. That they would join Prince Maekar instead.

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As the sun rose past the dusty fields of Pinkmaiden, the Tully force pushed on Stoney Sept, leaving the carnage behind. They crested the hill down into the valley that the Tyrell force had fortified. To their surprise, the force they encountered was not the large combined force that they had fought at Pinkmaiden, but instead a Tyrell army that they outnumbered at least two to one.

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The Rivermen swarmed down the valley, engaging the small force. The Reachmen were fighting a desperate struggle as their commander prepared her ambush. When Edmund Tully was informed of the band of stragglers and lost knights, he was busy commanding the battle ahead. He recognized one of the approaching banners, that of House Blackwood of Raventree Hall. His bannerman Lord Joshua had lost a few cousins at Pinkmaiden, he would surely be glad to see at least one of them alive after all this. 

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As the knights rode toward his small encampment, he prepared to greet them. They did not

stop however. One of the knights wielding the brown and black of House Darry rode down

two guardsmen in his retinue. On the left, two knights rode towards his master of arms, one

shooting the man with a crossbow before he could duck. In alarming speed, the Blackwood

Knight was upon him, charging Lord Edmund with a lance. A loyal knight, a younger son of

House Mallister of Seagard dove in between Lord Edmund and the charging steed, providing

crucial seconds to escape. Now, he was running from tent to tend as his men struggled to

defend against the cavalry charge. He grabbed a a lance off a rack of weapons, then a shield

as tents were ripping and steel clashing behind him. As Lord Edmund turned, he saw the

same Blackwood Knight charge him again. Planting the spear toward the charging horse at

the last second, he was thrown back as the beast hit him while throwing off its rider. 

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As Lord Edmund came to his feet, he had been thrown aside, near a creek cutting through

the treeline. His shoulder ached, it had either come loose or had been broken. His pristine

blue armor was caked in mud and blood. As his vision sharpened, he saw a shape approach

him. The Blackwood Knight, limping, skipping toward him with some momentum, sword in

hand. As Edmund unsheathed his blade, he looked up the hill, his men were busy, another

contingent had broken through. He needed to return to this battle at once. 

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The Knight swung at Edmund with tireless precision. The Lord of Riverrun pulled this

Blackwood traitor in, recieving a deep cut behind his thigh in the process. Then, he used

his larger size to tackle and grab the dark plate, lifting the enemy knight slightly before

crashing to the ground. The two, now trying to fight each other with daggers, rolled on the muddy ground. Edmund began overpowering the Blackwood Knight until he recieved another slash, this time in the gap between his hip plates, as the Knight rolled Lord Edmund off of him. 

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Lord Edmund was forcing himself to stand again, trying to pull his sword out of the mud as the knight approached, dagger in hand. As he took steps back, the sound of hooves deafened both combatants. They looked up the reach, the Tully cavalry had pulled back toward the camp and was eradicating the attacking rogue knights. Down the slope, past the creek, the Tyrell forces were capitulating the town and their camp. Tully forces were taking prisoners.

Riders rushed by the Blackwood Knight´s side. "My lady! We need to leave!" With Tully cavalry on their heels. With that, the Blackwood Knight mounted and rode deep into the woods, toward the hills by the Goldroad, Tully cavalry following them into the distance. 

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Lord Edmund returned to his camp. As Tully forces set up in the recaptured town of Stoney Sept, he was moved to the sept the town was named for and treated by Maesters.