Regional Bonuses
-Largest Island: The largest island in the narrow sea, Driftmark commands a higher levy than the other islands granting an additional 200 naval points.
Provincial Income
-Very Poor Province: 20,000 Golden Dragons
Garrison Size
100% of the land levy (1,500 points)
Geography
-Largest island in Blackwater Bay, separated from Massey’s Hook by the Gullet to the south.
-Settlements:
--High Tide: castle and seat of House Velaryon
--Spicetown: largest port and trade center on Driftmark
--Hull: greatest shipyard on Driftmark
Trade
Trade Resource
-Perfumes: +2 to any rolls to convince an AI character to do something (Includes calling your vassals to war)
Trade Routes
1. Open
2. Open
Military
Land Levy (1,500 points)
500 Drifmark Levies (LI)
200 High Tide Men-at-Arms (HI)
350 Marine Archers (A)
100 Shore Raiders (LC)
50 Seahorse Guards (HC)
Total: 1,200 men
Naval Levy (350 points)
50 Levy Ships
30 Dromonds
20 Heavy Galleys
10 Narrow Sea Galleons
3 Grand Warships (Ocean’s Blood, Spearmaiden, Maelstrom’s Fury)
The sea shined an emerald green in the sun and the breeze was cooling. Most of the nobles, guards and servants had gathered in the courtyard, enjoying fresh fruit and lemon water. The sound of steel against steel could be heard all over High Tide, the two combatants in the middle of the crowd going at each other without remorse. Both wore no armor and were evenly matched, yet their styles were far from one another. The older man wielded a bastard sword and had longer range and better defense, but the woman had speed. She stepped side by side, avoiding his slashes and charges, sometimes trying a thrust or two with her smaller rapier. Their silver hair flowed in the wind as they moved, their violet eyes burning with excitement and concentration. The stalemate had been kept for almost half an hour. Most of the people watching were astonished by the tenacity of the duelists, but not surprised. This was not the first time father and daughter sparred together.
For a moment, the lord dropped his guard and Leana quickly charged in. He smiled, avoided her final attack and grabbed her arm. Soon enough she lay on the ground, struggling to get up while Lord Vhaeron held her arm in a lock.
"I yield, I yield!" Leana finally admitted, with her pride broken.
Her father let go and helped her up, smiling that big smile he always had for her. The Driftmark twins were running up, congratulating them both and taking away their weapons for cleaning. The rest of the watchers started to return to their duties.
"You are still too rash, Lea. Any knight with some renown would have seen through that ruse. Learn to..."
"...Be patient, for the hundredth time, I get it!" she interrupted him. Leana was still irritated by herself. She had heard the same advice before, she was certain it would not be the last.
Vhaeron just smiled and hugged her closely. That made Leana relax a bit, his warmth something that always comforted her as a child. It was like she was five again, with him holding her at the bow while Ocean's Blood swiftly sailed over the green ocean. She cherished those memories greatly.
They stopped hugging when they heard Maester Tytos panting as he ran over the courtyard, his chains clinking with every step. He was not an old maester, not even past forty, but he was starting to go bald and his large belly witnessed of his love for food. He was waving a parchement in his hand, the anchor-and-crown wax seal on it witnessing that it was from his acting Master of Ships in King's Landing. Lord Velaryon broke the seal and started to read. At the end, his face showed sadness and grief. Dark wings, dark words, Leana thought. The maester curiously looked at his liege. "What news from the capital, my lord?" It took a while before Vhaeron gave an answer. "Robert Baratheon rises in rebellion against the Iron Throne, and with him the Vale, the Riverlands and the North. Gulltown has fallen to the rebels and their armies are on the move." He took a pause, pondering his thoughts while his daughter and the maester nervously tried to read his face. the magnitude of the words in the letter was obvious for all of them, though. The realm was torn in half yet again, just like during the First Blackfyre Rebellion so many decades ago. The memory still haunted and now a second rebellion? More strife and suffering for the realm? Leana trembled.
Lord Vhaeron noticed and turned to her, but there was no smile on his face now. It had become stern like a gargoyle's, yet his violet eyes shined. He started to walk towards his solar in a speedy pace. Leana easily followed him, but Master Tytos soon fell behind.
"What will we do?"
"I'm going to King's Landing. As Master of Ships, it is my duty to serve the realm."
"I'm coming with you."
"No. I want you to send messengers to Hull and Spicetown. Tell them to call the levies and await a raven from me. Be prepared to sail out at a moment's notice when the order comes. Got it?" She gave him a nervous smile. War it was, then. It would be her first. It frightened her to the very core. Would she ever return and see her family again? Devan and Caemon would be with them as always, but what about uncle Rhaekar and aunt Daella and Aerion? What about her friends? So many thoughts flying through her head, it hurt to think. Tears almost welled up, but she pushed them down again. She was Leana Velaryon, and all Velaryons were brave.
She nodded to her father. "Yes, I'll do it." His smile was back. Lord Vhaeron ruffled her hair a little before turning back up the stairs.
Driftmark, Seat of House Velrayon
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