The Mud Gate landings

[Hengest]

Prince Tristayne was one of the first to disembark onto the gritty discoloured beach dirty with city refuse and centuries of grime. It was less than heroic. But in the clear light of evening as the sun fell behind the Great Sept of Baelor, the sunny sails of the entire Dornish Fleet filled Blackwater Bay, 724 warships in all, over 60 of which were capitals. He tingled with glee, pride and excitement. Not in a hundred years had such a fleet sailed the seas and here he was at the heart of the world.

And then he thought of Elia... so close and yet so far. How would he gain release from a mad king who would not admit her incarceration? He only hoped that Rors, in leaving for King's Landing over a year ago had worked for her gain rather than his. But he shuddered to think of Rors having a hand in anything, regardless of appearances.

[Shankbot de Bodemloze]

OOC: If you ever need somewhere to hide, a friend of Rors is always willing to help out...

[Lucius Malfoy]

Uhhh, Hengest, isn't this in the wrong place? You mention Shipbreaker Bay which is in the Stormlands. Blackwater Bay is in the Crownlands.

[Hengest]

Uhhh, Hengest, isn't this in the wrong place? You mention Shipbreaker Bay which is in the Stormlands. Blackwater Bay is in the Crownlands.

Right place, wrong name. Thanks

[Hengest]

As night neared and the Westerlanders arrived at the Lion's Gate, a chaos of rejoicing and fear arose and the city streets were full of folk and noise, more than ever and everywhere. The Dornishmen themselves were met with that same apprehension, but it was understood that they were here to rally for the princess and the heirs. Rumours were rife that Rhaegar had fallen, other voices said the Westerlanders were armed and ready to enter the city... confusion rose... and then came the smoke. Screams in the distance and wisps of warm stinking smoke. Tristayne and many old soldiers recognised that stench, burnt human flesh. The Westerlanders were not liberating but assaulting the capital.

He turned grimly to the sailors, "Get out a rally call and save as many of the people as you can." He drew sword and pointed to his boatswain- "You! Wait for me or Princess Elia, the rest of you-" He raised his head "save yourselves."

[Honors Bastion]

Infiltration Roll:

Basic Roll: 10/20 roll
Modifiers: -5 for appearance difference between a Westerlander and a Dornishmen and the lack of sellswords means Tristayne is more likely to stand out
Final Roll: 5/20

Rolled a 9, Tristayne fails to get himself among the Westerlander host.

Is Tristayne Captured?:

Basic Roll: 10/20 roll
Modifiers: -3
-8 for amount of Westerlander soldiers in the capital
+2 for sizeof the capital helping him escape
+3 for massive confusing caused by the sack
Final Roll: 8/20

Rolled a 3, Tristayne is able to avoid being captured by the Westermen.