Brynden
He raised his hands up to halt the marching army.
"Whose allegiance do you pledge to?" He shouted in questioning the force stopping their path, his horse shifted nervously.
A host of 300 stand in their way, why is that? He nodded to Thoros to act if these unknowns decide that they are foe rather than a friend. With this, he pushed his horse forward and at the same time the leader of this army did the same with one more man, together, they all met at the center of the field.
"I will ask again... who are you?" He asked with gritted teeth, the taler of the two men removed his helm and he honestly didn't recognize him.
"The names Ardon of Wynns, Captain of the Guard at Lychester, Lord Brynden." He remembers the place, the home of House Lychester, but the man he doesn't know.
Then again, many men I knew had died at the Red Wedding. He looked at the man with suspicion, this man isn't trustworthy.
"When I called the banners, why didn't Lychester answer me? Hmm, It seems a bit suspicious, no?" He asked and the man scratched his head, thinking of his response.
"With all due respect, Ser Brynden, House Lychester was greatly weakened in the Red Wedding when our Lord and my predecessor perishing in that treachery." He can see that the army looks to be mostly lowborn farmers without any great quality of arms and armor. "Yet, when Lannister soldiers came to take our castle, I figured it was time to act and called whoever I could find, as you can see, I was successful." The man put up a good argument.
But where is their Lord, where are Lord Lymond Lychester's son and heir?
"Where is Lymond's son?" The man was silent now, and he was inching towards his weapon.
"... He is still a boy, and as I recall; when did a boy do us any good?" The comment was insulting, he was tempted to turn them away but a thought crept behind him.
They needed soldiers.
Of course, he has all the faith in the men he has, and Riverrun had pushed back large forces before. Robb surprised Jaime and defended his home, he fought with his great-nephew during the Whispering Wood, then the Battle of the Camps.
Yet he only has a thousand and a half soldiers, against what Loren had and the reinforcements too. He can't hope to win two battles against them, even with faith.
Despite his distrust, he needs the men that Ardon brought with him.
"I charge you with holding the far left, I am sure your men can use bows?" He asked and Ardon looked behind him, then turned back and nodded to his question.
"Aye, we can do that."
With that being said, the army continued on their path to Riverrun, they aren't far off now.
Loren
He watched with a keen eye as the men got into lines around the barriers, bows nocked but not drawn, it is too early. Pikemen filled the gaps of the barriers, they want to hold back the Blackfish and his riders.
"The mist is to our disadvantage, cousin," Damon told him and he nodded, this does seem to deter their advantage somewhat.
"No worries cousin, at the Rushing Falls I saw that Brynden and his rabble are mostly horse, we can push them back with spears and wooden fence." He cousin looked unsure and he felt a tinge of irritation rise in him, "Damon, are you doubting what we are doing here?" Damon looked at him hard with a shake of his head, then spoke on his question.
"Of course not, I am simply unsure of when these battles will stop, I want to go home." Damon told him and he patted his cousin on the back, smiling wickedly as he did so.
"That is good, and I swear to you, Damon, I will bring an end to all our foes and bring peace to Westeros." After he said this, the sound of hundreds of horses was heard from the far off distance, he took that as an omen of good and smirked.
Killing or capturing Brynden is the key, that and the annihilation of Tully army once and for all.
"I want Brynden alive, or dead if you cant bind him! As for the rest?... NO QUARTER!" His force let out a cry for blood, and blood they shall have.
Battle PoV
It was far when the Tully cavalry past through the mist and laid eyes on the defensive line of House Lannister.
The forces from Lychester marched to the far left in the center as asked by Brynden Tully and nocked their arrows, losing a volley to which didn't hit their mark, it erupted a laugh from behind the defensive line who sent a volley of arrows back and got the same result.
The charging Tully soldiers were slightly irritated, Brynden more so. The force was closer to Loren's lines and should be wreaking havoc, but they missed and allowed Loren's men to bolster in morale.
Behind the lines, Loren nodded for Lord Lefford to give the signal. A flag Brynden recognized was raised... It was House Lychester's banner, and atop of that and on a spike was Lymonds sons head.
A feeling of rage and surprise arose in the Blackfish, moments after that the horse felt contact with the spears of Lannister. Loren smirked and requested a bow, he took it from a Frey and nocked an arrow back and shot it into Brynden's right shoulder.
He tried to pull the horsemen back for a better advantage but the volleys of arrows from the center and Lannister lines became a distraction, it left the men confused and demoralized, and eventually left them to either dismount or fight through, the latter of which became death. He fought on his horse, slashing at the infantry breaking from Loren's lines.
Damon and Lord Lefford took four hundred men each on the left and right, folding and blocking any attempt to retreat for the Tully army. The three hundred that pretended to march for Brynden revealed to be Lannister men, their leader was being led by a man named Addam Marbrand and joined with Damon Lannister and bolstering the folding army.
Some Tully soldiers tried to break through, they were shot down by a volley of arrows and thrown spears. In the thick of the fighting, Thoros of Myr cut down two men before being struck by the spears of eight men, falling to the blade of Devan Lannister's sword.
Loren Lannister and his guard took to the fighting when the Tully forces were all but spent, taking the last of them in a bloody fight.
Brynden roared aloud to rally his allies, but it was fruitless as much lost hope the moment their charge failed. No quarter was given to Noble or Lowborn, all were slaughtered even when they've surrendered.
Not all were killed, however, Anguy the Archer was able to finally fit through the gaps and escape with Thoros's body on his horse.
By the end of the second hour of the battle, Brynden was surrounded on all sides and continued to fight despite being injured on his shoulder and side. He went to strike down one more adversary but a crossbow bolt hit through his sword hand and forced him to disarm.
"Enough, Blackfish." Brynden turned and saw Loren, the man was the one to lose that bolt into his wrist.
Looking around, one would see the resignation in Brynden's eyes, the cries of begging Tully and Brotherhood warriors were being silenced and horses being reined in.
Loren
A day passed since the battle of Riverrun, and the capture of Brynden and Edmure finally made the garrison of the Tully castle bend and accept the surrender.
But he won't be letting that pass.
No, he swore to the garrison commander that Riverrun will bleed, and he likes to make good on his promises.
"Just get it over with! What reason do you have to stall!" Edmure cried out as he and a silent Brynden were being led to the view of Riverrun, acting like he was still more than he was, that is going to end as well along with the Tully line.
"Lord Edmure, didn't I make a vow to you? I swore that Riverrun would bleed for its defender's insolence." He told the heir to this castle, Damon and Addam forced the two trouts to their knees as he spoke. "What is going to be done needs to be seen by you and your rebellious uncle. It needs to be witnessed that House Tully's crusade was destined to fall short of your idealistic desire to end me and my House." He said this with venom, the same treatment he gave to all of his enemies.
Giving a firm nod to Lord Randyll and Damon and Addam Marbrand, the three rode out and soon enough several dozens of trebuchets were pointed and readied to strike at Riverrun.
Edmure and Brynden struggled and resisted to free themselves of their binds, it, much like this rebellion fell as they were forced to their knees again by Devan and a few soldiers. They cursed and tried to attack him verbally, calling him a coward, a toothless cretin and worst of all, a tyrant.
He wouldn't give them any satisfaction but laughed as he began raising his hand. a signal to the secret enemies he still has left.
"Let it be known, the lion does not shy away from rats and prey!" Throwing his hand down, the attack began.
The trebuchets launched stone, fire and pitch, even caskets of oil barrels. The walls held for the first offense but began to fall and crumble as his weapons battered the seat and set it ablaze, it was a great fire, indeed.
The cries were justice, for Wilhelm, and all the men he lost near the Rushing Falls. Soldiers and servants that jumped from the battered castle were killed before they reached the shore by crossbow and spear, bleeding out and making the river run red, the pleas for mercy were ignored as they were slaughtered and drowned.
"You can't do this?! My father will hear about this!" The Freys whose name still escapes him stormed up, acting like he was of higher status than himself.
"I hope he does." He answered the weasel with, angering the pup.
"Lord Tywin made an agreement- " His nose flared and he grabbed the bastard by his neck, bringing him close so he may hear him through those dull ears.
"Lord Tywin, is dead. Here is a new agreement, your family will be stripped of their title as Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, three-fourths of your land will be given to new Lords and your father will heed my call whenever he sees the lion approaching his shite of a bridge." He saw fear in the Frey's eyes, it gave him superiority.
Throwing the man back, he turned back to Brynden and Edmure, staring at them with contempt and a hint of success.
Putting it aside, he took a sword and with one swing lopped Brynden's head off and then drove the same blade into Edmure's shoulder and piercing his heart. They saw what he wanted them to see and that ends this campaign, however, the Riverlands needs a new Lord Paramount, someone who is loyal to him.
"Lord Marbrand." He called forth, the older gentleman stepped forward and nodded his head low, "I charge you to hold the Riverlands and taking the Frey soldiers along with a thousand of my best warriors, keep the peace as Lord Paramount of the Riverlands." He added and saw a wide grin appear across Addam's lips.
"Your will, my Lord Hand. Alas, I'll need a castle... " He grinned back and thought about it, a man of his stature needs a hold of his own.
"The Lord of Seagard was in the fighting and slain, no?" He asked and received a nod, "And his son is still captive at the Twins, but the lad followed Robb so he will lose his birthright and be dropped to a Landless Lord. The town and castle are yours, and your children's children until the end of days." Addam looked grateful, kneeling to him as he did granted him power.
"I will make sure the peace is kept," Addam swore to him before he was dismissed.
"Cousin, what about them?" Damon didn't look like he approved of what happened here. But he is loyal, too loyal. He sighed at looking at the corpses of the Tully's.
"Just blood, cousin, throw them in the river. The animals will finish them off later." He left, guarded by some of his men, he walked away from the ruined castle and the bodies that floated in the water and the birds feasting on the ones in the field.
A rider approached some time after, stopping him from reaching his pavilion.
"My Lord! News from the sea." Good news, he takes it. "The Royal and Redwyne fleet met Euron Greyjoy near Bandallon, they overcame the Iron Fleet and sunk most of their ships." The death of Garlan Tyrell must have given House Tyrell some drive, that is good. "Unfortunately, Euron and a dozen longships escaped." It does not matter, a lone pirate and a few ships won't dismantle his reign.
"It doesn't change our plans. Go and send a raven to the fleet, have them continue down to the Iron Islands, they have free rein to plunder and kill. I want all weapons to be taken, every ship is to be burned or sunk, castles dismantles and the heads of every noble on the islands." Some will call it cruel, but if it saves those that live near the sea from raids and death, then so be it.
Two victories were achieved, and even more will follow.