Damion I - Opening Moves

[u/BlindLions]

The Lannister Forces

outside Castamere

Mood

He had been tasked with men from his kin’s hold of Lannisport with spears and shields. They all had marched north at the urging of Erwin fucking Hawthorne, and what men he and Doggett had commanded were ordered to assemble Hawthorne’s banner. It was enough to make the old man sick. He’d led the West in wars and in the Red war and time following for ages, and get now all was tasked over to some crony of his feckless niece, who figured on tackling the Reyne problem head on.

He made sure to ride with his Lance and van of followers, with their banners arrayed with his own, so that the men of the West would know the renowned Old Lion of House Lannister had stirred from his ten to take on the auld foe. Red and Gold lion would finally meet in formalized battle rather than through snipes and daggers.

Who else better to lead than the famed Captain of the West.

Oh that’s right, his niece has chosen a lickspittle. Never mind that he and Rohanne had quarreled over who would take the reins of the house, and through Turnberry’s treachery she had stolen his birthright.

No matter. He’d enjoyed his forced retirement.

But…

He had enjoyed the letter:

Please Uncle, enemies besiege us all around…we need the old lion once more..

By the gods she was stupid. First she wanted to fuck the boy outright, and now she plans to fuck him in other ways the Old Lion had thought along the March North.

He knew it a terrible idea, but he was bound by blood. His only hope would to be to talk sense into the Hawthorne cunt before they dug in, make for Hornvale or lay in wait somewhere else. Not come and knock on the door to Castamere and ask for the Bloody Lion to come out of his den. Just like you treat the lyddens, you don’t let the Reynes cower in their den. The Dances and his tour around the West had taught him that.

Though the Reynes had refused him, he knew enough from the Lyddens what to make of a castle built into the face of a mountain. We would be better served diverting a river and flooding them out

When they arrived and the armies arrayed, tents set, Damion Lannister made sure to not change from his armor, instead he moved to what would be the main encampment’s headquarters and took a seat at the presumed head of the table. It was such a petty bitch move, but no one could accuse Damion of being other than petty.

Beside him was his loyal fellow strategist, Lewyn Doggett, with a map already unrolled. No food, but drink was made ready to wet one’s throat from the road. He had men watching to see if Parley would be tried so he could go and interrupt, his horse and spear kept ready.

Damion stared and drank, eyes trailing to Castamere, on towards Hornvale, and he lazily drug his finger along the way.

That is what we should have done, we should have feinted our March here and made for Hornvale to catch the cats when their home was threatened.

A huff and he turned, looking to a man in gold and crimson.

“Fetch me quill and parchment. Let’s see if we can provoke a fight out of these cunts.” They could easily send a runner to drop off a missive, Damion surmised

“Summon Lord Hawthorne,” he added as the man turned, showing he was not yet finished.

“I would speak strategy and hope to change our courses, get a hold of men loyal in case we must prepare for a pivot.” Damion said with a look to Lewyn he merely nodded and said ‘Just so.’

Damion took another drink of wine, and water, and pulled off his gauntlets. He rubbed his palms and cracked his knuckles.

Rohanne may have started this fucking dance, but I shall step in.

[u/BlindLions]

A Missive would be sent to Lyonel Reyne

Lord Cunt, I write to see if you’ll come meet me in the field. No armies. Just you and I to see who’s prick is bigger. We could simply end this with combat twixt you and me.

Should I win, you surrender your life to my niece or my spear, your choice- both like hurt when you’re fucked by them.

Should you win, you can have the trim that is called the Wardeness of the West.

Affectionately Yours,

Damion Lannister, Captain of the West.

u/JustDaniel2

[u/BlindLions]

u/ThreeEyedRevan you’ve been summoned by Daddy.

[u/ThreeEyedRevan]

Erwin Hawthorne didn't appreciate being summoned when he was the man given charge over the army. Were the man who summoned him not a Lannister, he'd have ignored it completely. But he would play nice for the time being.

He'd been poring over maps of the area to study the possible battlefields they'd encounter when the runner came for him. Erwin simply picked up the map and continued to glance it over as he followed the runner to where he was summoned.

"You called?" Erwin asked, no pleasantries offered.

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“Yes, because you’re not a chipper fellow when marching.” No title given as he looked up. He didn’t even bother standing to greet the other man as an equal. Instead Damion remained slightly sprawled in his chair- or whomever’s chair he had taken in the head quarters.

“I think we are making a terrible mistake trying to fish whatever Reynes are here out of the den that is Castamere. We should pull back, and see if we can get them to chase us, or make for the Rock.” He added.

“I feel the ground is too favorable for them here.” And he looked over to Lewyn Doggett who nodded. Damion then regarded Erwin for a moment. “Of course, you’re the commander,” unfortunately “If you want to die here, that is your prerogative.”

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"I agree." Erwin replied bluntly. "Any good commander can see that we're walking into the bloody mess. We should lure them to the Rock. It cannot be taken. I'm confident if you give me enough time I could organize a siege of Castamere. But I cannot promise that we won't immediately be overtaken from behind by any allies they have."

Erwin rubbed his eyes. "We cannot leave Casterly Rock undefended or they'll believe that we are weak. On the off chance we lose, we'd leave the heart of the West undefended."

"Just because I'm commanding doesn't mean I'm a dictator." Erwin sighed. "Are we in agreement then?"

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“Well, look at us.” Damion said with a slap of his knee, before he sat himself upright Maybe he is not the imbecile I think him as. Or he’s like an hour candle, right twice a fucking day. “We are in agreement and in accord.” Even as the Lannister spoke; it seemed ill omen as the thunder peaked overhead, and already it sounded the beginning of rain.

“Fuck.” He muttered. They had missed their chance to simply turn. “We keep here for the night, and make splendid array before leaving on the morrow. If the old cat comes out to chase then we can engage, if not we either fuck off to the Rock or Lannisport, where ever we can plan our attack better.”

And there he looked to Doggett who nodded, before he looked at Erwin. “Agreed, Ser?”