To the crown..?

[rets]

Tristan looked over the accumulated men, against his brothers wishes he had sent word for some bannermen to come to his aid. 200 Swordsmen and 400 Militia from Tristans own military, alongside 400 Swordsmen from the Stark standing army had come, no more seemed to respond to his call to arms mainly due to the reason that he had given.

Dothraki Raiders had been sighted, attempting to insert themselves into Westeros and attempting to invade, pillage, loot and burn the land, Robb may have been playing Lord of the North and playing at being the great Stark who will defeat the Lannisters and take the Iron throne, but Tristan was more of a realist. There would be no Iron Throne to take, or Lannisters to kill if the Dothraki were allowed to go ahead with their invasion. Many houses were readying themselves to defend their land in the name of the King, House Stark would not shy away from this honourable and important endeavour, even if it was against his brothers command, House Stark would be represented in some way, Tristan vowed this.

He knew he would not walk out of Winterfell with 1,000 men unchallenged by the other Starks, but he would give it a good try and hope that Robb did not mind this vital force going to aid the land and save it from Dothraki savages.

[selmy]

Young Tristan was ready to move out and so was Ser Barristan Selmy. Adorned in his suit of armour that bore the colours of the Northern Kingsguard he strode up beside the Starkling. "Greetings Ser." he started, one hand raised in greeting while the other held the hilt of his sword. "I've got nearly three hundred more, well trained men. Ready to fight the Savages." Nearly three hundred swordsmen, if they got caught in front of a Savage charge they'd be torn down but if they could tie up the horselords they'd drag them down from their mounts and make short work of them.

"We can only hope there is plenty waiting for us, I don't fancy our chances with just a few hundred against a forty thousand." There was a smile on the aging mans face and the tone of a joke on his voice but sure enough the fight would be a nasty one.

[rets]

Tristan smiled heartily, of all those he had expected to join him, Ser Barristan Selmy was the last. The man was a fiend on the battlefield, it was rumoured he could still cut down the entire Kingsguard with ease and precision, leaving little room for them to even move. Tristan had not yet seen the Northern Kingsguard armour, it was quite breathtaking. Fit for a king, yet still good to fight in and brilliantly coloured, the gold and white of the actual Kingsguard was something Tristan never loved.
"Ah, Ser Selmy, greetings" he raised his hand in return to the Kingsguards gesture.
"I've got nearly three hundred more, well trained men. Ready to fight the Savages."
Tristan smiled, three hundred swords would do well to boost the Stark contribution, the Stark host stood at one thousand and three hundred men, ready and trained for battle. Tactics and battle still unnerved young Tristan though, he had a good strong host but due to recent troubles he knew it would not be a large force compared to say, the Lannisters, but atleast the Stark were making an attempt, Barristan himself must count for one-hundred men alone!

Barristan spoke again "We can only hope there is plenty waiting for us, I don't fancy our chances with just a few hundred against a forty thousand." Tristan could only manage a frown at this, from what little he had learned of Dothraki, they were brilliant fighters on the open field, heavy cavalry that could decimate you on foot too. This was not the best battle for a first-time commander to be getting into, but nevertheless he thought it best to press on.
"As bad as it sounds coming from a Stark, I can only pray that the Lannisters and Joffrey make up the numbers that we lack. We better start moving, Thank you for coming Ser, your men are greatly appreciated"