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In Dorne,
House Yronwood rule with a fist of iron.
House Dayne, who were devastatingly crushed after the war with The Reach, plan to take the reins of Dorne and rule in House Yronwood’s stead.
However, in a time of political tension, a drought has begun. Villages in The Dornish Sands are being left empty, because the wells have all dried up. Many a Dornishman is dying of thirst. Relief efforts have been put in place, and refugees are flocking to the major cities- specifically Sunspear.
Pirates have taken advantage of this drought, and have begun raiding the southeast coast of Dorne. This has led to a rise in murder and rape.
And, unknowing to the Houses Of Dorne, House Martell has returned from exile. Ready to take back what they think is rightfully theirs…
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Sunspear, Dorne
Rhoynar Sand
It was a new day of business for The Sun, a popular brothel in the heart Sunspear, Dorne. The colorful establishment had shear silks hanging from the ceiling in the big front open room, to provide just a bit privacy for the whores and their clients...while also enticing potential customers with a glimpse, of what The Sun had to offer. While the manager, the host and whores entertained out front...'The Shining Sun' Rhoynar Sand did his rounds in the back, peeping in on what was going on in the back private rooms through peepholes, as he made his way to the manager office in the back.
The Sun was another one of the businesses apart of 'The Taipan' Network. The Network was a host of businesses around the seven kingdoms, that Rhoynar used for many things, but most importantly information...knowledge which was power. From your local bars with your resident drunks, to the merchants setup all over every kingdom, to the whores in brothels, to your the homeless, your local blacksmith and so on formed The Network. These same people, who wore the mask of disguise as every day people were mercenaries/assassins of 'The Taipan' Rhoynar Sand sellsword company The Suns. Anything going on anywhere, it was highly likely someone within the network would hear the whispers and report them back to Rhoynar Sand. This is how they stayed a step ahead of anyone, although this company consisted of some very talented sellswords...their numbers were small, which is why 'The Shining Sun' Rhoynar Sand stayed recruiting and training new men & women.
At sixteen he's very young, especially for someone in the position he was in...but like his Mother before him, he was born into such a world. His Mother was the founder of The Suns, which she passed on to him, before her death from the sickness...something she prepared him for, all his life. A renowned sellsword in her own right, trained him as soon as he was able to pick up a blade and what a swordsman and leader he has become at such a young age. For what he needs to do now though, he'll have to use everything his Mother taught him, all he has taught his self and learned on his own and his instincts to succeed.
Just before his Mother passed, he found out who his Father was...exiled Dorne Prince Lewyn Martell. Finding this out, he knew he had to act quick by using all his connections in The Network and his own skills/talents to help his Martell family that were still alive. This lead to finding his Father's sister, his Aunt Nymeria Martell and her mercenary company. I guess it runs in the family...it's in our blood.
It was time again, to ride out for another mission...this one though quite possibly the most dangerous one, so it would take some careful planning and scheming... nothing new to The Rhoynar and The Suns. Putting on his chainmail, light red leather armor with a flaming gold/orange Sun on the front, red gloves, red boots and black hooded cloak. With his red helmet in hand, he straps up his sword, knife and tucks away his concealed throwing daggers before walking out the office. He nods to the manager, before heading out the brothel... meeting a couple of his men outside. Traveling with small number of men, to prevent the chance of being potentially followed or draw attention to theirselves. They make their way on beautiful tan horses, out to meet three hundred of The Suns in a cave, before linking up with Nymeria and her men. Making it to the cave, they shared pleasantries with the large group of men, before 'The Shining Sun' grabs his shield and spear sitting by one of the weapon's rack in the cave. With one loud smack of his spear against his shield, Rhoynar gets the attention of his men.
"I'm going to make this quick Suns. You all know Dorne better than anyone, especially Sunspear. We need to use that to our advantage, as we make our way through Dorne, on our way to take it back and put the Martells back in control. Theirs not a single company in the seven kingdoms, I rather have with me on this contract. Let's take Dorne back like a quiet storm, from the shadows like the silent assassins we all are. They won't know what hit them, till it's too late. Nymeria and company should be meeting us here any moment now. If we don't hear from her soon, we'll make our way to her under the radar, to not draw any attention. For now, stay alert and be ready to go." Rhoynar Sand states to his men, knowing it would put them in the right frame of mind, to pull off the task at hand. Knowing the only way his Aunt Nymeria Martell wouldn't show up, would be if she was in trouble or felt it was too risky to travel to the cave. What would it be??? Either way...The Suns knew what to do, if his Aunt was a no show. It's time for The Martells to rise from what many believe is their graves, and back in power of Dorne...
Rhoynar Sand
It was a new day of business for The Sun, a popular brothel in the heart Sunspear, Dorne. The colorful establishment had shear silks hanging from the ceiling in the big front open room, to provide just a bit privacy for the whores and their clients...while also enticing potential customers with a glimpse, of what The Sun had to offer. While the manager, the host and whores entertained out front...'The Shining Sun' Rhoynar Sand did his rounds in the back, peeping in on what was going on in the back private rooms through peepholes, as he made his way to the manager office in the back.
The Sun was another one of the businesses apart of 'The Taipan' Network. The Network was a host of businesses around the seven kingdoms, that Rhoynar used for many things, but most importantly information...knowledge which was power. From your local bars with your resident drunks, to the merchants setup all over every kingdom, to the whores in brothels, to your the homeless, your local blacksmith and so on formed The Network. These same people, who wore the mask of disguise as every day people were mercenaries/assassins of 'The Taipan' Rhoynar Sand sellsword company The Suns. Anything going on anywhere, it was highly likely someone within the network would hear the whispers and report them back to Rhoynar Sand. This is how they stayed a step ahead of anyone, although this company consisted of some very talented sellswords...their numbers were small, which is why 'The Shining Sun' Rhoynar Sand stayed recruiting and training new men & women.
At sixteen he's very young, especially for someone in the position he was in...but like his Mother before him, he was born into such a world. His Mother was the founder of The Suns, which she passed on to him, before her death from the sickness...something she prepared him for, all his life. A renowned sellsword in her own right, trained him as soon as he was able to pick up a blade and what a swordsman and leader he has become at such a young age. For what he needs to do now though, he'll have to use everything his Mother taught him, all he has taught his self and learned on his own and his instincts to succeed.
Just before his Mother passed, he found out who his Father was...exiled Dorne Prince Lewyn Martell. Finding this out, he knew he had to act quick by using all his connections in The Network and his own skills/talents to help his Martell family that were still alive. This lead to finding his Father's sister, his Aunt Nymeria Martell and her mercenary company. I guess it runs in the family...it's in our blood.
It was time again, to ride out for another mission...this one though quite possibly the most dangerous one, so it would take some careful planning and scheming... nothing new to The Rhoynar and The Suns. Putting on his chainmail, light red leather armor with a flaming gold/orange Sun on the front, red gloves, red boots and black hooded cloak. With his red helmet in hand, he straps up his sword, knife and tucks away his concealed throwing daggers before walking out the office. He nods to the manager, before heading out the brothel... meeting a couple of his men outside. Traveling with small number of men, to prevent the chance of being potentially followed or draw attention to theirselves. They make their way on beautiful tan horses, out to meet three hundred of The Suns in a cave, before linking up with Nymeria and her men. Making it to the cave, they shared pleasantries with the large group of men, before 'The Shining Sun' grabs his shield and spear sitting by one of the weapon's rack in the cave. With one loud smack of his spear against his shield, Rhoynar gets the attention of his men.
"I'm going to make this quick Suns. You all know Dorne better than anyone, especially Sunspear. We need to use that to our advantage, as we make our way through Dorne, on our way to take it back and put the Martells back in control. Theirs not a single company in the seven kingdoms, I rather have with me on this contract. Let's take Dorne back like a quiet storm, from the shadows like the silent assassins we all are. They won't know what hit them, till it's too late. Nymeria and company should be meeting us here any moment now. If we don't hear from her soon, we'll make our way to her under the radar, to not draw any attention. For now, stay alert and be ready to go." Rhoynar Sand states to his men, knowing it would put them in the right frame of mind, to pull off the task at hand. Knowing the only way his Aunt Nymeria Martell wouldn't show up, would be if she was in trouble or felt it was too risky to travel to the cave. What would it be??? Either way...The Suns knew what to do, if his Aunt was a no show. It's time for The Martells to rise from what many believe is their graves, and back in power of Dorne...
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Akio
Lord of Naptime
Lewyn Martell
It was not the first time Lewyn had been on a ship, living in braavos it was impossible not to be surrounded by the sea though he had never sailed till he had gone away with his father. But even in Braavos he had always loved the sea, standing there at the edge of the Purple Harbor looking out as the harbor stretched before him, sights and sounds from a hundred different lands and a hundred different places, and the sea itself! As beautiful as a sapphires and as clear as the the blue sky. Then he left and he learned how terrible the sea could be. He turned away from the sea and went back into the cabin, his steps echoing across the hardwood of the ship. It was a trading galley, nothing of note and far from the warships he had been taken on by his father in the years following his departure from Braavos. The captain had been gracious enough to give them his own cabin, though half the reason was the significant amount of gold they were paying him, and when he entered he could see Nymeria looking over a map like she had for days.
His sister had always been beautiful, with long black hair with a bright sheen and soft supple skin and smoky grey eyes. But her body also betrayed a sense of hardness despite some of her seeming frailty at times. Her body was lean, far more muscle then fat as while she had been in little direct combat compared to him she had never stopped the drills his father had started years ago. A larger scar lay against her collar, showing slightly above the collar of her leather armor from a dagger blow and another large one he knew lay underneath her armor as well. And her eyes looking down ponderously at the map were not the eyes of a curious maiden but the eyes of a warrior. She glanced up as Lewyn walked in and favored him a smile as she temporarily tore her eyes away from the map. "Finished wandering aimlessly on the deck?" She questioned, his eyes containing a bit of mirth. Lewyn strode over to one of the few seats in the cabin, close to the door so he didn't have to come father into the room and sunk into it. "Perhaps, if you were done studying that map. You've spent so many days looking over the map like the secret to our goal resides within it. You know our plan better than anyone else, we can't do anything else till we reach the Greenblood and it won't be long now." He assured, they had been sailing for days and weeks, he liked sailing as much as anyone but even he was growing tired of seeing waves but they had sailed to Pentos, then to Tyrosh, and now down to Dorne on the trading route and now they were on the last leg of their journey. His father in his good moods always talked wondrously of Dorne and after the riches of the free cities he was curious to see it, despite the task laid before him.
Nymeria shook her head, her hair curling around her neck as she looked back at the map. "Our goal is based on how well i know the land and its people and i've never even been there. I have to do what i can." She glanced back at the map, weariness laying heavy on her shoulders. She had taken the burden of their plan heavily on herself after their father passed. He was the eldest but he had never been a planner and his sister took much of the burden. Lewyn stood from his chair and reached over, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder which caused her to reach across her chest to rest her other hand on his as they stood there for a moment in silence. Then he moved past her to into the drawer and pulled out a flask of dornish red and two cups, silver and plain, taken from Braavos for when he had someone to drink with. "Here, only proper we drink some Dornish red when were about the enter the country." He said, pouring a cup for her and then one for himself before he sat across from her. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, her mouth twitching slightly. "I probably shouldn't considering i'm meant to meet with Sadelyn." She said, swirling the wine in her cup slowly as she look at him. "Actually what that means... Is that you shouldn't drink too deeply. A little courage never hurt anyone, and from what we're doing we need it." He said, his voice soft before he took a draft of his own drink. "Yes... I think your right." She said drinking deeply as well.
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Nymeria Martell
If she thought that the Seahorse had been a pondering tub then the riverboat WAS a lesser pondering tub. The Greenblood was too small for the Seahorse which had been a merchant ship and he had carried them far enough so they had paid him and sent him on his way, never knowing the kind of cargo he had been carrying. Their coming had been a closely guarded secret and even in Westeros only one man was truly aware of their arrival, though others knew of their existence as well. Lewyn stood beside her, strong and silent with the greatsword Dawn strung behind his back. Their father had changed the hilt into something less conspicuous years ago but she knew that blade almost as well as Lewyn himself. Dawn, the greatsword of house Martell, formerly house Dayne and impossible not to recognize the blade itself, pale as milkglass and as sharp as a razor. For generation the sword in the morning had wielded the sword of heroes against the enemies of Dorne, and many were known as some of the finest knights and swordsmen in Westeros. Holding the sword now she had contemplated whether that made Lewyn a Sword in the Morning as well even if the rest had been Daynes. She decided as she always did that it didn't matter, he would likely never be called the Sword in the Morning most likely despite the fact she was sure he could outfight near anyone in Westeros, such was his skill. He was not the Sword in the Morning, but he would be the sword of Dorne.
She turned her eyes to the path ahead. She knew what she was looking for. A larger pole boat with a green dragon dancing along its hull. And inconspicuous enough imagine, the Orphans loved to decorate their boats in fantastical designs Sadelyn told her, but this one meant more to her brother and herself. Hope. Hope that they could fulfill their fathers only wish, the wish he had died for, and that he... She thought her hand drifting to her side, some days she could still feel the coals of the fire that had left a scar that would never fade, the lick of the flames that had made her scream. A dark thing to remember and a dark day when she did. Lewyn was still scanning the river when he suddenly called out. "The river boat, along the banks. Do you see it?" He asked as he gestured towards the edge of the river and there it was, the green dragon dancing among the reeds. Nymeria nodded. "It seems we will find Sadelyn today after all." She turned to the poles and took one, there were a few men poling them closer already, her men and loyal as well as some of Sadelyns who met them at the entrance of the river, but Nymeria never waited when there was work to be done and she could see Lewyn grabbing a pole himself, calloused hand taking to a pole as easily as a sword.
They poled over to the boat quickly and when they were close enough Lewyn just stepped over the ship and she soon followed, stepping over as well as the boats drifted lazily against each other. She would look back and speak once more, handing out orders quickly. "Pole farther up the river, we don't want to create a disturbance. When you're done give back the boat and meet the others in planky town. Tell Rhoynar to find out everything he can from the sandship and report back to me." She said, moving across the deck to the door, opening it up with her brother in step behind him to find Sadelyn waiting for them. Sadelyn was an old man, slim as a read with features to sharp to be considered comely, the lines on his face making him more severe than anything else but he favored them a smile as they approached, inclining his head to them though he did not rise. "Lord Lewyn, Lady Nymeria, im pleased you have arrived." Nymeria smiled and her and Lewyn took a seat. "Greetings Sadelyn. We have a lot to talk about."
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Dyana
The braavosi woman stared at the land now in their sight, announcing that they would soon arrive at Dorne, the southernmost part of the continent Westeros. She already felt the climate getting warmer, but it was the sight of land that gave her relief. Dyana truly disliked being on a boat, always feeling the floor moving up and down as the ship hit the waves of the ocean. She would feel nauseous most of the time spent aboard and once or twice had to vomit what she ate for lunch. She also found that it was harder to fall asleep. Even if she could lay and pass the night on Nymeria's own bed, she could never close her eyes and slumber. Many nights she spent staring at the ceiling, listening to the sea and Nymeria breathing. Exhaustion had started to take over but she did not tell the Desert Flower. No, the Princess could not know Dyana was sicky. The former mercenary needed to be strong for both her and Lewyn Martell. The two siblings had agree to take her and she needed to honor their trust.
Dyana wanted to speak one more time with Nymeria before the events of the day were going to take place. However, when she was about to reach the cabi she noticed Lewyn was talking to her sister. Nymeria had spent most of her days looking at the map, studying it and memorizing every land, every city, every name written on it. It was hard to get a moment alone with her this past weeks, something Dyana missed dearly. Many nights did the two spend having conversations, turning from strangers to... Dyana didn't know what to think of their relationship. The thought saddened her but she decided it was not worth thinking about it right now. What they needed to focus was on their mission, their sole reason for being here, risking their lifes. To take back Dorne and make House Martell the Lord Paramount of this Kingdom.
Dyana's steps were silent, not making any sound as her feet touched the ground, made of old but strong wood. The door was opened and Dyana leaned against a wall, spying on the two. She heard them speaking, Nymeria giving a sarcastic comment to her brother about Lewyn ambling around, which her brother responded by talking about how Nymeria was staring too much at the map and that it didn't bear the secret to the success of their quest. Dyana poked half of her face to the open so she could look at what they were doing. The rest of her body was hidden and she was confident that the only way she was going to be found was if Nymeria looked at her directly since Lewyn's back was facing Dyana.
Their were having a sister-brother moment in which made Dyana feel envious. Family was something Dyana never knew and probably never will. The woman wasn't the fond of the idea of giving birth and she was never a person leaned to romance. The only reason men would come up to her was because of her looks. Dyana would always send them away for no simple person would have hear heat. No, if someone was to be the target of her affections, they needed to be very special. Love? These two together are the best example of it that I can find. Lewyn and Nymeria adore each other and would die if the other was to survive Dyana thought with a smile and turned around, walking away silently as if she was never there to begin with.
After time passed, the boat which Nymeria and Dyana were to go on came. She departured the merchant ship, saying goodbye to Lewyn and went with Nymeria to meet the man which they called 'Sadelyn'. As the two reached the boat Dyana's eyes locked with Nymeria's and Dyana said "I hope this meeting is of worth and no one finds us... I hated to start a fight in my first day in Westeros." Dyana said, half as a joke half as a serious sentence. Dyana's lips didn't change from her common resting face, so her humor would probably not be noticed by most, but since she was talking with Nymeria Martell herself, whom she has known for years, the chances were better.
Akio