Unbent Unbowed Unbroken

**Hengest** · June 12, 2014, 07:17 PM

All Dornish players please PM me your own formation of your levy points and I will update this post

**Pinkerton** · June 12, 2014, 07:58 PM

OOC: I'll send you the PM a bit later, when I found out what's the 90 percent of a VS Levy.
In total Uller's force is 1 Medium Levy and 2 Very Small Levies. I'll be using the NPC default for the Hellholt levy since I don't really understand what's the optimal composition

Approximately five-thousand men, all carrying banners of House Uller and it's vassals, arrive to the rendezvous point set by their overlords.

Lord Uller asks for a private audience with the Regent, hoping to bring light to the current situation of the war

**Hengest** · June 13, 2014, 08:07 AM

Rors leant with both hands on the sandstone balcony of the palace and watched as Uller's host marched through the Shadow City into the castle-grounds of Sunspear. He raised his hand in greeting as Lord Uller looked up and then descended the stairs to meet him in the courtyard. Lord Uller had dismounted and was asking for an audience, when he came upon him.

"Of course Uller, follow me." He avoided smalltalk and walked some yards ahead through long cool marble corridors where water ran free in cut canals amongst the pillars. After a few minutes they arrived at the seaward terrace of the palace, shaded by a canopy the breeze across the turquoise waters was soothing, sea-birds sang and soared around the cliffs on which Sunspear was built. There was wine, fruit, salted oil and bread. Half-naked servants, originally slaves from Lys and the Summer Isles stood at the periphery of the broad table to serve in as little freedom as they had in Essos. The map-table was covered in charts where earlier plans had been laid out, abandoned and other scenarios then sketched. Rors had prepared. He smoothed his hands over the map of the south and then looked up. "Speak your mind, Uller."

**Pinkerton** · June 13, 2014, 01:20 PM

Originally Posted by Hengest

Rors leant with both hands on the sandstone balcony of the palace and watched as Uller's host marched through the Shadow City into the castle-grounds of Sunspear. He raised his hand in greeting as Lord Uller looked up and then descended the stairs to meet him in the courtyard. Lord Uller had dismounted and was asking for an audience, when he came upon him.

"Of course Uller, follow me." He avoided smalltalk and walked some yards ahead through long cool marble corridors where water ran free in cut canals amongst the pillars. After a few minutes they arrived at the seaward terrace of the palace, shaded by a canopy the breeze across the turquoise waters was soothing, sea-birds sang and soared around the cliffs on which Sunspear was built. There was wine, fruit, salted oil and bread. Half-naked servants, originally slaves from Lys and the Summer Isles stood at the periphery of the broad table to serve in as little freedom as they had in Essos. The map-table was covered in charts where earlier plans had been laid out, abandoned and other scenarios then sketched. Rors had prepared. He smoothed his hands over the map of the south and then looked up. "Speak your mind, Uller."

Uller grabs an olive from the bowl and brings it to his mouth

Is the Princess safe? Worrying rumors have been heard at the Hellholt. Rumors of the rather violent death of Lord Stark, his heir and several other nobles

**Hengest** · June 13, 2014, 01:32 PM

Rors sighed and poured himself some Arbor Red. "I have sent word to the king, but I expect no reply. Or at least nothing..." he span his hand in the air searching for the right turn of phrase "of value". He took a handful of olives himself and eyed Uller whilst he did so, mulling over the significance that the Lord of Hellholt was the first vassal to arrive, and with such decisiveness and focus.
He gestured beneath him to a map of the south and cleared his throat. "We can -however- be assured that this is a full-scale war, the rebels have their foothold on our doorstep and pull in threads as far as the North." He scowled tracing over the roads and measuring potential marching times.

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"Other than that..." he looked up with a feint smile and shrugged to show that there was nothing more to know. He sighed, "Well...." he spat out the olive pips into his hand and dropped them into a blond Lysian girl's cupped hands without turning. "King's Landing must be the prize."

**Pinkerton** · June 13, 2014, 01:41 PM

Originally Posted by Hengest

Rors sighed and poured himself some Arbor Red. "I have sent word to the king, but I expect no reply. Or at least nothing..." he span his hand in the air searching for the right turn of phrase "of value". He took a handful of olives himself and eyed Uller whilst he did so, mulling over the significance that the Lord of Hellholt was the first vassal to arrive, and with such decisiveness and focus.
He gestured beneath him to a map of the south and cleared his throat. "We can -however- be assured that this is a full-scale war, the rebels have their foothold on our doorstep and pull in threads as far as the North." He scowled tracing over the roads and measuring potential marching times.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read:

"Other than that..." he looked up with a feint smile and shrugged to show that there was nothing more to know. He sighed, "Well...." he spat out the olive pips into his hand and dropped them into a blond Lysian girl's cupped hands without turning. "King's Landing must be the prize."

Harmen takes a look at the map

Are we certain the reachmen are on our side?

Uller did not trust the Tyrell or any of their vassals

If that's the case then let them take care of defending the capital while we strike from the Prince's Path and the Boneway into the Stormlands

**Hengest** · June 13, 2014, 02:01 PM

Rors smiled at one side of his mouth and twisted his moustache. "I trust no man. But if the Reachmen are also with the rebels, then that leaves us entirely alone and whether we are hit in the arse by them will matter not when four other kingdoms already march opposed to us."

"The key here is Prince Rhaegar. The Mad King is no strategist but Rhaegar... this could be everything. If the war ends up with his father dead or replaced, then that makes Elia queen and..." he stopped himself, it makes me Prince. "It makes Dorne extremely important in world affairs." He sipped at his wine. "As is our right."

He tapped at Nightsong and Blackhaven on his map. They're so close. "Uller, forgive me for saying this but would you call yourself a military man?" It was a rhetorical question, he made that clear. He sat down and gestured for more olives, sucking on the sour juices as he thought over the uses of his vassal. "My brother is an excellent sea captain, but he is no logistician. I need a man with brains rather than brawn and bravado to shape this campaign into victory. As you have inferred, there are complexities to this conflict- I feel assured that you are mindful of these... complexities." He removed the hard core from his mouth. "When are our troops and fleet assembled here at Sunspear?"

**Pinkerton** · June 13, 2014, 02:17 PM

Originally Posted by Hengest

Rors smiled at one side of his mouth and twisted his moustache. "I trust no man. But if the Reachmen are also with the rebels, then that leaves us entirely alone and whether we are hit in the arse by them will matter not when four other kingdoms already march opposed to us."

"The key here is Prince Rhaegar. The Mad King is no strategist but Rhaegar... this could be everything. If the war ends up with his father dead or replaced, then that makes Elia queen and..." he stopped himself, it makes me Prince. "It makes Dorne extremely important in world affairs." He sipped at his wine. "As is our right."

He tapped at Nightsong and Blackhaven on his map. They're so close. "Uller, forgive me for saying this but would you call yourself a military man?" It was a rhetorical question, he made that clear. He sat down and gestured for more olives, sucking on the sour juices as he thought over the uses of his vassal. "My brother is an excellent sea captain, but he is no logistician. I need a man with brains rather than brawn and bravado to shape this campaign into victory. As you have inferred, there are complexities to this conflict- I feel assured that you are mindful of these... complexities." He removed the hard core from his mouth. "When are our troops and fleet assembled here at Sunspear?"

The men should be arriving any now. As to the fleets, well, it will a take a bit more. I did not know I was supposed to bring my boats, nor the other Lords I think.

Harmen was not known by his military skill, but he was quick as a whip. He was not going to let that opportunity go

If you are asking me if I feel capable of leading an army ser, well, the answer is a most definite "yes".

**Hengest** · June 13, 2014, 02:38 PM

Rors sucked his teeth, there was a piece of black olive stuck around his gold fang. It warmed him to feel he could manipulate men, he enjoyed finding what made lords tick and then wind them up to send them in the direction he wanted them to run. "A leader perhaps, but not a commander. I see in you less in the thick of the carnage and more as a man with a map and a plan. Would that be a fair assertion?" What lord would not want a command without the risks? This was an easy sell. Before Uller could reply he was quick to burden him already with responsibility. "I need to know exactly when we are ready to march and sail. Once you have made your estimations send out this order." He handed him a parchment.

ooc: The parchment refers to the plana we are discussing in our PMs.... just in case I don't post the moves in time.

**Pinkerton** · June 13, 2014, 02:46 PM

Originally Posted by Hengest

Rors sucked his teeth, there was a piece of black olive stuck around his gold fang. It warmed him to feel he could manipulate men, he enjoyed finding what made lords tick and then wind them up to send them in the direction he wanted them to run. "A leader perhaps, but not a commander. I see in you less in the thick of the carnage and more as a man with a map and a plan. Would that be a fair assertion?" What lord would not want a command without the risks? This was an easy sell. Before Uller could reply he was quick to burden him already with responsibility. "I need to know exactly when we are ready to march and sail. Once you have made your estimations send out this order." He handed him a parchment.

ooc: The parchment refers to the plana we are discussing in our PMs.... just in case I don't post the moves in time.

OoC: Of course

I'll see to it, then. Let me know if you require me for something else. I'll be at my tent

Harmen left then with much in his thoughts

**Gandalfus** · June 13, 2014, 04:27 PM

Lord Yronwood and his retainers arrive into the camp of the Dornish army. Anders sighed to himself heavily, wondering what the cost of all this bloodshed would be, as he dismounted. Slowly, he approached Lord Rors' command tent.

**Hengest** · June 13, 2014, 05:56 PM

Originally Posted by Richard of Gloucester

Lord Yronwood and his retainers arrive into the camp of the Dornish army. Anders sighed to himself heavily, wondering what the cost of all this bloodshed would be, as he dismounted. Slowly, he approached Lord Rors' command tent.

Rors was not pleased to see his distant cousin. "I'm sure you have a valid excuse for your tardiness. Alas I do not care about excuses, only actions define a man's character." He unscrolled a map of Dorne and with grit teeth pointed at King's Landing. "Our princess is at the capital, the rebels seek to dethrone the king and thereby her children -the heirs, breaking the line of succession. Dorne is bound to the Iron Throne and a threat to the throne is a threat to us. They shall move against Dorne herself, it is not merely Elia that is in danger. You hold the Boneway. But defence is not good enough."

He pointed to Yronwood on the map and slammed his fist at the western Stormlands. "Take 5000 light infantry from my forces, all your men, all the men of House Dayne and those of House Allyrion and march into the Stormlands. If the other lords linger, do not wait- strike." He raised his face into the mottled sunlight that shone through the canopy. "Are we clear, cousin? All of Dorne rests in your hands. Stop them. Push them back and roll over them." His eyes burned like coals.

**Hengest** · June 13, 2014, 05:47 PM

TIMESTAMP 23:48 13 June

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**Gandalfus** · June 14, 2014, 03:58 AM

Anders nodded slowly, his facial expression vacant as he studied the map. His eyes rested on Highgarden, and flicked between that and Starfall. Then they flicked northwards towards the crownlands and Stormlands.

As you wish, cousin... But do you know the location of Baratheon and his troops?

**Hengest** · June 14, 2014, 12:04 PM

Originally Posted by Richard of Gloucester

Anders nodded slowly, his facial expression vacant as he studied the map. His eyes rested on Highgarden, and flicked between that and Starfall. Then they flicked northwards towards the crownlands and Stormlands.

As you wish, cousin... But do you know the location of Baratheon and his troops?

Rors involuntarily raised an eyebrow, positively surprised. 'Promising' he thought. "I would commend you if you were to aid me in ascertaining that." He grinned ominously. "Other than that I leave forthwith for King's Landing, if I uncover anything that will aid your campaign I will dispatch it to you immediately." He stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on Yronwood's shoulders. "I'm relying on you to be the star killer of our forces. Butcher them, instill fear, conquer. Because; I promise you this -whatever the outcome of this war we must show that our princedom is to be respected." He spat out that final word bordering on rage. "What you kill you keep. You are the greatest captain in all Dorne, and you shall rule as a lord of vast holdings -but you must seize it with your own two hands! Seize it from those that challenge us, Anders." He straightened himself up and took a step back pointing g again to the map. "Before -our- homes are taken from -us-."

**Gandalfus** · June 14, 2014, 01:57 PM

Anders nodded, and bowed his head. His expression still remained vacant despite the passion Rors showed, and even his emerald green eyes seemed silent and dead.

As you wish, Lord Rors. The Stormlands will bend the knee to the true king, Aerys Targaryen, and Blackhaven shall soon be yours.

In truth, I hope Robert Baratheon shoves a blade through the mad dragon's gullet, and buries that hole of a city along with him. Win or lose however, I shall make sure my family and Dorne survive.

Anders bowed swiftly, and returned to his retinue. He mounted his horse, and set off to find someone sensible - Lord Uller.