The Battle of King's Landing; 299 AL

[Torin Lannister]

OOC

This thread will be moderated by admins Torin (Duncan) & Jaime (Stannis). I'll post after each IC participant has posted or at some point after 5 days since my latest OOC post, to keep things moving. In the event you have not posted, it will be assumed your last remaining orders stand and your forces shall continue.

Please make instructions to units or their actions clear, in the event sufficient detail has not been provided I shall make a reasonable assumption based on provided information, edits shall not be made after a round has resolved bar numerical mistakes. We shall be using this map (click) as a reference guide.

From this point characters involved may not send Ravens nor order troops to be moved from locations without first leaving the battlefield and retreating to a safe location, characters may not make use of the shop until the event is resolved or their characters retreat to a friendly area (Stronghold, Port or Castle), the King's Landing defenders may not make a shop purchase until King's Landing is no longer under attack/siege.

In relation to catapults, after research into the operation of catapults by Jaime it has been decided that, due to their very slow rate of operation, catapults may move, fire or re-load in a single post. To be clear, that's one of the three actions.

We would also like people to take into consideration the time it takes for actions to be performed (for the most part, moving large numbers of units from one place to another). If you are unsure if an action or movement will take to long to pass by in a single post (noting the fast paced nature of combat) we encourage players to write their post and make clear the intentions of their action (eg: they charged towards the gate, hoping to get through to engage the swordsmen beyond). Staff will make it clear how far they got in the moderation post.

No troops are in range of combat at the beginning, attackers have prerogative of when to close in and at what pace.

If you have any questions, please PM me. Now then, to the fun part! The actual set up:

List of forces involved:
Stannis Baratheon
The following men are positioned North of King's Landing, some distance out and preparing to attack The Old Gate.
8,000 Archers
5,800 Swordsmen
5,000 Horsemen
4,000 Pikemen
300 Catapults
10 Siege Towers
20 Battering Rams
120 Siege Ladders

The following men are at the mouth of the Blackwater Rush and sailing to make a landing at the Mud Gate.
1000 Archers
2000 Swordsmen
30 Siege Ladders
200 War Galleys
130 Troop Transports

Duncan Talvace
The following men are positioned North-West of King's Landing, some distance out and preparing to attack The Gate of the Gods.
30 Knights
6,000 Horsemen
8,000 Swordsmen
8,000 Pikemen
9,000 Archers
15,000 Militia
150 Catapults

Lord Silas Wulfgar
The following men are positioned North-East of King's Landing, some distance out and preparing to attack The Dragon Gate.
10 Knights
2,000 Swordsmen
1,000 Pikemen
1,000 Archers
3,000 Militia
50 Catapults

Ser Loras Tyrell
The following men are position East of King's Landing, some distance out and preparing to attack The Lion's Gate.
30 Knights
4,000 Swordsmen
2,000 Pikemen
6,000 Horsemen
3,000 Archers
5 Battering Ram
25 Siege Ladder

Lord Randyl Tarly (to be NPC'd by Garlan Tyrell until player is approved)
The following men are positioned East of King's Landing, some distance out and preparing to attack The King's Gate.
30 Knights
4,000 Swordsmen
2,000 Pikemen
6,000 Horsemen
3,000 Archers
5 Battering Ram
25 Siege Ladder

Ser Garlan Tyrell
The following men are positioned East of King's Landing, some distance out and preparing to attack the wall between King's Gate and Lion's Gate
50 Knights
8,000 Swordsmen
5,000 Pikemen
3,000 Archers
50 Siege Ladders
3 Siege Towers

Willas Tyrell
The following men are positioned East of King's Landing, at the rear of the Tyrell host, as the reserve & to provide covering fire on the advance.
10 Knights
1,000 Swordsmen
1,000 Pikemen
3,000 Archers
10 Catapults

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Ser Torin Lannister
The following men are positioned along the Northern wall of King's Landing, running from The Gate of the Gods to the Dragon Gate.
38 Knights
2,000 Swordsmen
200 Archers
5,000 Militia Men
100 Catapults

Lady Lena Arryn
The following men are positioned along the Eastern wall of King's Landing, running from the The Gate of the Gods to The King's Gate.
The Siege Ladders are positioned against the inside of the city walls and the Horsemen in the main streets facing each city gate.
71 Knights
11,200 Horsemen
9,900 Pikemen
2,250 Archers
2,350 Swordsmen
1,600 Militia
5 Catapults
20 Siege Ladders

King Joffrey Baratheon
The following men are positioned along the Southern wall of King's Landing, running from The Mud Gate until the walls of the Red Keep. The Horsemen are positioned behind the Clegane force in Fishmonger's Square.
5 Kings Guard
6,000 Gold Cloaks
100 Horsemen

Ser Jaime Lannister
The following men are positioned along the South wall of King's Landing, running from The Mud Gate to The King's Gate.
8 Knights (Baratheon)
8 Knights (Lannister)
300 Pikemen
300 Militia
600 Archers
300 Swordsmen (Baratheon)
530 Swordsmen (Lannister)
10 Catapults

Sandor Clegane
The following men are positioned in Fishmonger's Square behind The Mud Gate.
200 Pikemen
200 Swordsmen
300 Milita


Happy battle!

[Torin Lannister]

It was late dusk when the troops and flags of Stannis came into view. Ser Torin was manning the walls, adorned in his massive suit of armour and one hand resting on the pommel of Deathroar and its deadly point pressing into the thick stone beneath his feet. He had less then a tenth of the men marshaled against him and most of them were an ill-trained militia. But not a single man among the legions Stannis had brought was an equal to Torin. Not one.

His Knights were spread out to act as Captains, provide leadership to the men and set the pace. The militia would need that. Hope presence would inspire them, especially when the first of those siege towers made contact and he obliterated the men that tried to take his wall. There was a sack of throwing spears at his front and he was likely to use every one of them before it came to crossing swords.

With a slow motion he placed on his great helm, the red plume that resembled a great Lion's mane falling around his shoulders. Stannis didn't know whom he as facing against. None of them did. He was Ser Torin Lannister, the largest of the Lions and he would slay them all.

He slammed a plated fist against his chest, and then again and then again. The Archers and the Catapults were prepared for the first volley, he had about as many catapults as the wall could handle but sorely needed more archers, they had brazier's to light their arrows for what it was worth, perhaps Stannis's new Red God would take the offering of a flaming arrow to Stannis's heart. If his catapults could deny Stannis and Duncan and Wulfgar there catapults then they'd be forced to take the walls, good luck to them. King's Landing had thick walls, they wouldn't fall easy.

[duncan]

The flags of Storm's End were hanging high as the Lord Paramount sat atop his horse and gazed over the brave men ready to fight for the true King of the Seven Kingdoms. He saw Lannister flags atop the Nortern walls and many catapults, but few men compared to the vast army standing ready. Duncan held up his sword to get attention before his voice boomed out to his men. "DRUMS!" the wardrums were good for putting a fire in men's stomach and for setting a pace.

"Catapults! Forward." Blow those gates and they could pour in. It would be a butchers work and many would die but they'd be on the Lannisters hands for forcing them to fight for a crown. Duncan would sleep well when he was home, how Tywin slept he would never understand. "Archers, forward!" The crews on the catapults would need cover.

(OOC: Just to be clear, Catapults & Archers starting to march into combat range)

[loras]

Loras was riding up and down the front wave, raising spirits as his sword clipped the swords and pikes reached out to greet him. They had been tasked with taking a wall and breaking a gate. It was Arryn flags along that wall he saw but he'd take the wall all the same. There would be plenty of Lannister men for him to put to the sword he was sure. "Archers, loose formation and forward march!" the siege ladders and battering rams would need cover...but keeping them tightly knit would make life too easy on Lady Lena Arryn.

"Siege weapons, forward!" They knew there tasks, ten ladders to the left of the Lions Gate and fifteen to the right, spread out nicely while the battering rams tried to charge the gate itself. Hopefully Willas would keep them protected with those catapults in the back. They'd need the cover.

(OOC: Siege crews moving forward, archers too)

[Lena Arryn]

Lena stood at her post in the west, the armor she wore had been given to her as a gift from her husband, and while she'd put it on several times before this was the first time she'd taken it to battle it was the first time it hadn't made her skin crawl to wear it.
She still did not fully support Joffrey as King, but he was blood of her husband's blood and so this battle was her's to bear- and more importantly to win.

Her hand was gripped tightly onto the leather covered grip of Talon's hilt and she was ready to draw the long sword at a moments notice.
Her ranks were well kept, orderly and prepared for battle no one could defend a walled city like the Vale men, they were born to defend.
Her horsemen were split into two ranks, half were mounted and ready to action. The other stood on the wall to fight on their own two feet while their animals were attached to carts holding barrels of wild fire on the street bellow. It was an expensive but strategically effective gamble.

Her pikemen stood in the second tier, pikes ready to skewer any enemy who would dare come close to them, swords men were at front their to the head of the army while some stood back for protection and militia men behind the swords men. Knights stood with her at the rear of this line and catapults were behind them raised for the highest efficiency.
The men in the front knew their orders, hold the line, create a killing field where possible. Flank the streets and cover from any horses carrying carts.
The daughter of the Eyrie turned to her men Knights and horsemen and the men Catapults. "When the Tyrell forces come in range, destroy their catapults first, make sure they can not return our our fire. Archers, aim for their siege ladders. Take down as many as we can before we actually meet in the field. Swordsmen perpare the van, and take down their front lines!"
THough Lena felt terrible, the Field was the streets of Kignslanding the field was peoples homes.

(ooc: Archers targeting front line of Tyrell forces. Catapults aiming for enemy catapults. Swordsmen and Militia men attacking Tyrell front lines.)

[sandor]

Sandor had been given seven hundred men to butcher Stanni's men when they came upon the Mud Gate, a good session of slaughter to give those atop the walls more breathing room. While his men were waiting behind the gates itself Sandor was atop the walls and looking over, he wanted a good look of what he was coming against. Right now he could just see a few Galley's in the far distance.

He was adorned in his Kingsguard armour, but had ditched the cloak. Didn't need that being grabbed by some clever sort or an archer targeting it if he was to be fighting out in the open while all the other shits hid behind nice thick walls. But Sandor didn't care, he'd get to kill and killing was the sweetest thing there was. He had a mighty greatsword over his back and he was going to use, cut down fresh meat Stannis was good enough to provide.

[Deleted]

The troops were making a slow march as King’s Landing came into view. Out of consideration for the men he commanded, the young man walked. The horse was only a few steps behind him as he continued on with the soldiers. Not in the habit of barking orders he turned to one of the knights. “Move the catapults and archers in range of the gates. Instruct the archers to fire in a single volley at the first response, then to fire at will to give the catapults assistance. Be sure to remind them our arrows are not infinite.”

His knight’s words boomed out to the men as the affected units moved into positions. Silas continued his approach; he adorned his armor along with the fitted chain mail. It was worn underneath his tunic and pants, it need not be known how protected his body truly was for the battle. Each step the war horse took had the clanging of metal, as it was armored as well. It carried a sack of three unidentifiable pole-arms, and some straps securing his recurve bow. Absent from sight was his cloak, but his shield still adorned the family crest.

Silas’s sword hung to his left and quiver of no more than twenty arrows on his right. Holding his helmet in his hand, he began to hear the sounds of the Baratheon host being roused. Adjusting his leather gauntlets he turned to the knight once more. “Sound the drums.” As the orders went out his gaze turned from the gates of King’s Landing the men behind him. The knights all kept in close company with the pikemen behind and among them. The swordsmen and militia were just about mixed in with each other. Of course they’d hide behind these great walls. He thought. Not much can be done in regards to attack, just a waiting game. Hoping the enemy is spread thin enough to allow a breach in their defense.

As the ranged units moved into place and the rest of his forces lay in wait as the drums rang out. He looked at the faces of men, some brazen and ready for battle and others trying desperately to find their courage. A cold chill ran through him as he returned his focus to the task at present.

[willastyrell]

He inspected his lines of archers, men he had been given to provide covering fire into the city. There was a detachment of catapults to attack the walls, and hopefully destroy the defenses of the enemy. They were out of range at the moment, and he needed to move them. If Willas was to move all of his troops together, the catapults on the walls would cause more damage than they would just blindly firing. "Swordsmen and pikemen, stand fast!" At some point he would move them to the walls, holding the gates from the inside.

He needed to move his catapults and his archers fairly far away from each other, so that nothing aimed at archers would hit catapults, and vice versa. "Archers!" Willas shouted, needing to be heard over the chaos that would soon ensue. "Move away from the catapults, and move forward!" They separated themselves, moving a decent distance away, and began to move forward. Now for the catapults. Willas would have to make the catapults aim at the tops of the walls, hopefully lobbing some projectiles over and hitting the troops inside. "Catapults, move!"

[coloradia]

Garlan mounted slowly, knowing that each moment he delayed put off the death of thousands, if only by a moment. Such was war though, many would die in service to their liege lords, and many more would gain glory and honor everlasting. He had no illusions as to what awaited him, or his brothers. A bastard sat the Iron Throne and those who marched for Stannis Baratheon were surely aided by the Seven.

The banners of the Vale lined the walls. Jon Arryn had been a honorable and just man, but his daughter had sold herself to the Lions to overthrow her younger brother. "Look at the dishonor they do us! They send the Lion's whore to defend the walls against us." exclaimed Garlan loud enough for many of his men to hear. "They sit a bastard upon the throne and send a whore to stop us. Redeem your honor Men of the Reach.

The walls were thick with Vale banners, covering the stretch to be assaulted by the army Garlan commanded, but they stretched north to the Gate of the Gods as well, covering double the length of walls that the Reachmen were assaulting. Good luck it was, half their men out of position for the time being.

Three giant siege towers rolled forwards across the Tourney Grounds, covered in soaked hides to counter the threat of fire arrows. Meanwhile fifty siege ladders attempted to sneak through the shantytown outside the walls so at to get as close as possible before being sighted.

"Swordsmen to the fore, keep your shields up and your heads down. As soon as the towers and ladders reach the walls you will take them. Pikemen lag behind, once the walls are taken you'll group up and block off streets to trap the enemy. Archers, advance behind the swordsmen and loose when in range. Take cover as best you can in the shantytown outside the walls. Make damned sure every one of you spreads out. I'll not have a dozen men falling to a single shot by a catapult."

Garlan watched as his men spread out following his orders, this was real, this was war. Men would die... but not Garlan, not Willas, not Loras. None could stand before Garlan and Loras, the men of the Vale would fall left and right. Stannis would sit the Iron Throne and the realm would be as it should be.

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Garlan halted for a moment and looked to his left, the triple rose banner of Loras at the head of the left wing. Loras had prepared for this his entire life, nothing would stop him from glory this day.

Garlan then looked right, across the Tourney Grounds to where Randyll Tarly led the right wing. No greater soldier existed in the realm, and he was almost unmatched as a battle commander. His siege moved forwards, rams to the gate, ten ladders to the right and fifteen to the left.

The men were already spread in loose formation but for the horsemen, and they held back out of range of arrow or catapult for the time being. Archers pressed forward, preparing to unleash a hellish rain of fire upon any whom were visible upon the battlements. Swords and pikes advanced behind the siege, swordsmen to take the walls and clear out the area around the broken gate, pikes to hold any counter attack in place and keep the gate clear. When the gate fell Lord Tarly, thirty knights, and six thousand horse would have free entry into King's Landing.

[jbutton169]

The bells rung out through the whole city, Stannis's army approached rapidly. King Joffrey Baratheon sat in his quarters, staring at his sword Sabretooth. He had never used it in battle before but he had been training, he wasn't the best in the land, but he was far better than the pretend King Robb Stark and he had killed a fair few men, how hard could it be? How hard could it be to stare into the whites of a mans eyes as you try to kill each other? No, he mustn't think like that, he was a not just a Stag, he was a Lion also. His father was the great Robert Baratheon, the master of the war hammer. The man who rebelled against the Mad King, the man who slew the Black Prince. Joffrey would have his fame just like his father did, but his fame would be ranked along side Aegon the conqueror.

Joffrey stood as a few squires entered the room, he had been told their names before but he did not care to remember, all that mattered now was defeating the rebels at his doors, first the deluded stag then the foolish wolf. Joffrey did not speak as they fitted him into his armour. The armour was steel plated, it would take the strongest bow and the sharpest arrow to pierce his armour. The colour of the armour was black, decorated with gold and red. Another squire then entered, he carried Joffrey's new piece of armour, the helm. The helm was also black, but the visor took inspiration from Sandor Clegane, he had the lions jaws for a visor and also the stags antlers on top. The mouth was decorated in a blood red whilst the antlers were a golden colour, every man in the field would know who he was and thats just what he wanted. His sight would inspire his men around him once they see him take the field in his new, fearsome armour. He did not speak, he was a boy... no, he was a man possessed, his mind was fully focused on the battle.

Outside waiting for him was a horse whiter than the snow that falls at the wall. The horse was huge and made the King seem as though he was over 7 feet tall. His horse strode down from the Red Keep, men, woman and children looked in awe of their King. The Kingsguard surrounded their King in their golden armour with white caps, only 5 of them. But thats all Joffrey needed, he too would fight and put men in the ground, just like in the stories involving The Hound. This time, he would he to fight beside his forever loyal bodyguard and gain his respect as a fighter, not just a King.

He joined with his men, positioned along the southern wall. He ordered his cavalry unit to the fishmonger's square and 2,000 goldcloaks to remain on ground level, whilst 4,000 were to man the walls to prevent Stannis' army from successfully scaling the walls. The cavalry unit would be led by Joffrey personally, to help Sandor successfully repel the invaders once the gates were open. He had decided that he would use hit and run tactics to help kill, disorganize and confuse the enemy and if the chance presented itself, hammer and anvil.

As his horse strode back and forth he lifted his visor to speak to his men. He looked out at the faces of his men, they did not show signs of being scared, they not only looked like hard men, they looked mentally strong too. Half the battle would be keeping the moral of his men up but it looked like they were up for the fight, they knew that this was their home no matter who the King was. "Men, when I look at you, I see the strength of 10,000 men inside each and every one of you. You display courage and bravery when lesser men would be consumed by fear! One day, the strength of the Lion and the Stag will fail.. But it is not this day! This day we shall defeat our enemies and save our homes, these men are savages and look to destroy not only King's Landing but your homes, your families, your wives and yours sons and daughters. If you do not fight for me, fight for them and fight for justice!" King Joffrey drew Sabretooth from its holster, strapped on his left side and raised it skywards as the voices around him boomed "FOR THE KING!"

[Jaime Lannister]

Jaime had been in no rush to man the walls that morning, he would be there when Stannis's men arrived but standing and waiting for them hours on end was not for him. He'd slept well and woken early, summing the servants to draw a steaming bath in the great copper bathtub that occupied one end of his lodgings. As Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the eldest child of the Lannisters, luxuries were one thing he could be afforded. While he bathed his armour was brought forth, two squires polishing and cleaning every inch of it to a golden mirror sheen, the leather straps treated with oils, while any chain links were treated with the same car one might handle fine jewellery.

Fresh clothes were laid out on the giant bed for him, scented and stitched perfectly. While today would be bloody he would not be dressed like a beggar when the enemy arrived. Jaime climbed from the bath and walked across the room, a servant handing him a towel as he did so, drying himself while his clothes were prepared. He took his time, dressing slowly and motioning to the young squires to bring his armour to him, helping to fix all the fittings and straps in place till the armour felt like a second skin, its weight perfectly distributed over his body so it would not hinder him in any way. His gold and white Kingsguard armour was flawless, the long white cloak fastened at his shoulder by golden chains, simple to remove when needed. The Lions head helm that marked him as a Lannister replaced the standard helm of the Kingsguard, again fashioned in white steel and gold, was held ready by one of the squires as another fastened the longsword and dagger belt round his waist before retreating to lift his shield.

Jaime smiled as the sword slipped from its scabbard and he sliced it through the air a few times testing its balance, feeling it become an extension of himself once again. It had been a while since he'd faced any real opponents and certainly there must be at least a few worthy foes in the Baratheoon host...perhaps he could add Garlan and Loras to the list of names that had fallen to the Kingslayer this day. Effortlessly the sword slipped back into its scabbard and he strode from the room, heading to the stables with his shield and helm carrying squires in tow.

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Mounted on his great white charger, helm resting on the pommel of the saddle, shield lashed to the side he rode through the city to the south gate, nodding to men here and there for despite holding no military power over these men there were few who didn't know of him and fewer still who didn't respect him as a warrior.

He reached the gate and without so much as a word rode past Joffery to the wall, acknowledging the others of the Kingsguard with a nod as he did so. His horse left at the foot of the walls with a waiting soldier he strode up the stairs to meet Sandor, his long cloak sweeping over the stairs as he did so. It would be gone when the fighting started but for now it made him stand out for who he was, a man to be feared and respected in equal measure. There were few who would dispute the claim that he was the greatest swordsman alive in Westeros today, and most would only do so when not in his presence. Those few who might consider themselves his equal could be counted on one hand and he had yet to meet them.

He smiled at Sandor as the big man stood on the wall, a permanent scowl on his face, in thanks no part to the hideous scarring he carried and chuckled quietly at the speech the young king gave. It would interesting to see how brave he was when the blood flowed.

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His men were already positioned along the walls, archers close to the ramparts and positioned all along the murder holes along the walls should the enemy get to close to the gate. With a nod to one of the commanders the signal went through to the catapult crews to prepare their machines to fire on command...

[stannis]

The forces of Stannis Baratheon were positioned to assault the Old gate at the center of the Northern wall of Kings Landing, some 300 catapults ready to tear the walls around the traitors that defended the false king. Swordsmen were lined up ready to march along side the Siege Towers, Siege Ladders at the ready to take the wall. The Pikemen set themselves up to guard the flanks of Stannis's host, some 1000 of them advancing towards the gate with the towers to defend should any riders take it upon themselves to allow their stupidity to win out over common sense and charge out to meet their foes. His Archers marched forwards following the Towers and Ladders, ready to unleash a hail of constant barbs once in range of the walls, the catapult crews a priority to silence the traitorous war machines.

Under the cover of the Archers and Catapults, the half Battering Rams were rushed forwards towards the gate, ready to smash it to kindling, the brave men pushing them forwards covered mostly by the sloping roof of the war machine.

From the rear of the field, out of range of the city walls Stannis sat with some 5000 Horsemen ready to storm the gates once they had been breached, his trained eyes scanning the scene before him and picking out the banners that fluttered above the walls. The Lannisters as always were at the center of it all. He could smell their stench permeating the battlefield, but soon they would be a thing of the past, their banners torn from the wall and their hold on the Iron Throne taken from them.

His man had their orders, now was not the time for speeches or words, now was the time to put plans into action and take the city quickly. They had the numbers and the will for the task ahead. They would not be stopped. To his sides loyal supporters moved into to attack the walls and gates with forces of their own, he could hear and see their troops moving and knew they would be rewarded well for their part in claiming the Iron Throne.

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The Baratheon fleet sailed swiftly into Blackwater Bay, spread out in the bay as ship both galleon and transport alike began their move into Blackwater Rush, heading for the Mudgate. Once taken the route to the Red Keep could be taken and cut off any chance of escaping by sea...

[Torin Lannister]

Mod Post

All attacker forces that have moved forward are now within attacking range for the defending archers and catapults.

Attacking catapults & archers will be in range to attack after moving forward once more (please note, archers may move & attack, catapults will need to move and wait until the turn after to attack).

Siege Ladders, rams & towers will be at the city walls (and attacking forces in general) after two more rounds of moving forward (for a total of three rounds from starting position to city walls). Rams & ladders may attack once at the wall, but Towers, like catapults are slower in nature and must wait until a following turn.

[Torin Lannister]

"Enemy Catapults in range." called the lead men of the crews to the catapult, they knew their task. When Stannis appeared in the distance, it was his number of siege engines that Torin was concerned about, not his men. Siege ladders and towers meant they've had to take the walls from Torin and there was no man he had met that could survive a direct hit from Deathroar.

"Ready....LOOSE" his voice boomed and the captains of the siege crews mirrored it all across the wall, from one side to the other. A hundred catapults set loose the giant stone munition, aiming to flatten the catapults of the enemy, and if the stones rolled further and killed a few men all the better.

The archers would perform their task next, arrows couldn't crush a catapults but flaming arrows could kill a crew and perhaps event set catapults ablaze. Of course, he only had two hundred archers. The Baratheon men ahead of him had more catapults then he had archers, it was not encouraging at all but perhaps he could even that before they were in range to return the favour.

The archers lit their arrows on braziers before their Captains gave the to fire, the sky lit up with two hundred flaming arrows that sailed through the air, aiming for the crews to the catapults and the machines themselves. But otherwise all he could do was wait, he had a sack of throwing spears near by but they the enemy was far out of reach for those still. They'd near by upon the wall before he could hurl a spear at them.

[loras]

The Siege Ladders & Rams continued forward, pressing on the close the distance to the walls. They had crossed and third of the distance already and were likely to close another third before the Arryns took chance to reign arrows on them. Ser Loras watched from his safe distance with all the others before looking out over his own archers. Archers were cowards, known to break and retreat whenever actually confronted with an opponent and no men or walls to break them. Archers did not impress Ser Loras, but they were required to win battles.

Still, there was buildings they could hide behind for what it was worth. "Archers, forward. Loose formation!" Last thing he needed was for one of those catapults he could see along the walls of the city to crush a dozen men. That would send the cowards running alright. But for now the archers moved up, closing range to a point where they could start to harass the enemy defensive line before the ladders hit the walls.