Marching to War
"My Lord Terrick, a raven has arrived from Riverun, Lord Hoster has called his banner men to arms" Jeoffrey said to his liege lord. Jeoffrey was the Master of Arms at Castle Wycombe he was a man of some thirty years. He and his Lord were as brothers to each other despite Jeoffrey being low born.
Lord Gendry Terrick was twenty-seven years old he had married a lowborn woman much to his fathers disapproval. Despite seven years of marriage no child had been produced. Despite his love of justice he was also a cruel man manly to those who deserved it but none the less he was not a kind man. Lord Hoster Tulley disliked Gendry but Gendry had even greater dislike for Hoster. In Gendry's eyes the High Lordship of the Trident belonged to him and House Terrick. But the Tullys held the title.
"Send a Raven back to Riverrun saying I shall not march to join Lord Tulley at Riverun. I will march south with the Frey forces when they arrive." Gendry had no desire to join his troops to those of the Tulleys. "My Lord that won't be possible, Lord Frey has declared himself neutral in this war as have the Lannisters and Greyjoys they will have no part in it" Jeoffrey knew his Lord hated bad news so these words were brave of him to say. "WHAT!? THAT NO GOOD OLD BASTARD!" Gendry knew this put him in a bad position, if the war went in favour of the Iron Throne no doubt Frey would join the winning side, thus leaving his holdings open and ripe for plunder and looting. "What of House Mooton to the south? Who have they declared for?" "The Crown my Lord" Replied Jeoffrey. Only three lords east of the Green Fork had stayed loyal to the Tulleys. Each could raise about 800-900 men each. "Very well then assemble all of our troops here every man we can spare is to be armed. And from this point onwards I am establishing a household guard." Gendry would rather his 800 alone than fight alongside the Tulleys."I will personally see that ravens are sent to Wyctown and Combetown my lord". Jeoffrey left his Lords chambers.
Three days later Lord Terrick mounted his horse in the courtyard of Castle Wycombe. He worn plate armour from head to foot. Atop his helm was a four headed eagle. He wore a great surcoat that ended at his feet that bore the crest of House Terrick. Behind him were arrayed first his newly formed Household guard, all wore the colours and crest of House Terrick. Behind them were his own troops from Castle Wycombe, the rest of the men behind those can from the towns of Wyctown and Combetown. Roughly one thousand men had come to their Lords Castle. Only a handful of these men were in horseback and even fewer were Knights. Gendry Terricks force or "army" as he called it was commanded by himself in the centre with his own men, on his left were the men from Wyctown and the right Combetown. Jeoffrey was in command of the men from Combetown. Lord Terrick turned his horse and rode down the line of his men, cheers erupted from them. As he rode past he shouted the Words of House Terrick. "LIFE IS SHORT, GLORY ETERNAL!" His men cheered him all the more.
Within an twenty minutes of leaving the Castle they would be on the Kingsroad and heading south. House Terrick had little love for their neighbours ever but Gendry had tried to become more friendly with them. He hoped that he could get them to raise all their men and join him in his march south to Darry and seize the Castle. If he successfully did this he would be able to hold one of the few possible crossing of the Trident that was not deep in the Riverlands. In his eyes doubtless this would gain him glory and also surely the High Lordship of the Trident for such a brilliant plan.