Armies of Dorne

[Dirty Chai]

Army of Sunspear: led by Doran Martell; location: camped at Yronwood
17,830 men (32,682 points)

House Martell

2,159 men (3,331 points)
- 536 Polearms (804 points)
- 400 Archers (400 points)
- 200 Heavy Infantry (400 points)
- 352 Heavy Cavalry (1,056 points)
- 671 Light Cavalry (671 points)

House Yronwood

3,148 men (6,018 points)
- 534 Polearms (801 points)
- 400 Archers (400 points)
- 1,373 Heavy Infantry (2,746 points)
- 202 Light Cavalry (202 points)
- 623 Heavy Cavalry (1,869 points)

House Allyrion

5,700 men (12,500 points)
- 500 Archers (500 points)
- 600 Light Infantry (600 points)
- 500 Heavy Infantry (1,000 points)
- 1,000 Light Cavalry (1,000 points)
- 100 Mercenary Light Cavalry (100 points)
- 800 Heavy Cavalry (2,400 points)
- 1,600 Sand Steed Lancers [Merc. Heavy Cav.] (4,800 points)
- 600 Knights of the Greenblood [Household Knights] (2,100 points)

House Uller

861 men (2,583 points)
- 861 Heavy Cavalry (2,583 points)

House Dayne

3,334 men (4,500 points)
- 1,200 Polearms (1,800 points)
- 900 Archers (900 points)
- 450 Heavy Infantry (900 points)
- 455 Light Cavalry (455 points)
- 115 Heavy Cavalry (345 points)

House Toland

1,228 men (1,750 points)
- 466 Polearms (699 points)
- 350 Archers (350 points)
- 175 Heavy Infantry (350 points)
- 180 Light Cavalry (180 points)
- 57 Heavy Cavalry (171 points)

House Fowler

1,400 men (2,000 points)
- 536 Polearms (804 points)
- 400 Archers (400 points)
- 200 Heavy Infantry (400 points)
- 198 Light Cavalry (198 points)
- 66 Heavy Cavalry (198 points)

Characters:
- Doran Martell (Assassin +2, Survival +1, Charisma +2, Duel +1)
- Cletus Yronwood (+3 wealth, +2 charisma, +1 assassin)
- Gerold Sand (+2 duels,+1 battles, +1 assassin, +1 charisma)
- Desmond Uller (+2 Battles, +3 Duel, +3 Survival)
- Emphyria Allyrion (+1 Duel, +2 Survival, +3 Wealth, +1 Charisma)
- Ryon Allyrion (+2 Land Battles, +2 Joust, +2 Survival, +1 Escape)
- Brynden "Blackfish" Tully (+3 duels, +3 survival, +3 battle +2 capture)

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Fleet of Sunspear: harbored at Sunspear
83 ships (3,760 points)
- 35 Dromonds (1,050 points)
- 39 Heavy Galleys (1,950 points)
- 7 Dornish Dromonds (560 points)
- 2 Grand Warships (200 points)

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All other militias of Dorne are raised but held at their own capitals in Dorne

[Gandalfus]

Yronwood forces:
1000 Heavy Cavalry
2200 Heavy Infantry

Gerold Sand: +2 duels,+1 battles, +1 assassin, +1 charisma

Cletus Yronwood: +3 wealth, +2 charisma, +1 assassin

[Xion]

Allyrion Forces

Characters present :
Emphyria Allyrion (+1 Duel, +2 Survival, +3 Wealth, +1 Charisma)
Ryon Allyrion (+2 Land Battles, +2 Joust, +2 Survival, +1 Escape)

Forces :
100 Elite Cavalry
600 Sand Steed Lancers(Mercenary Heavy Cavalry)
624 Heavy Cavalry
875 Light Cavalry
198 Polearms
575 Heavy Infantry
1,025 Archers
1,725 Light Infantry

[Dirty Chai]

[OOC: Moved from here]

Some time after the Dornish had set up camp Mathis Caron Lord of Nightsong, and Lord of the MArches approaches the tent where Doran was camped he wrapped twice on the entrance before entering to see the prince.

The Dornish host that arrived outside Storm's End had dwarfed after the Prince and his vassals were released, with the bulk of it returning home, across the Sea of Dorne. What remained now was a few thousand men, it seemed, mostly horsemen. The camp was a bit separated from the Stormlander tent city which surrounded Storm's End, off to the south across a river, but still in sight. Martell flags, among others, stood quite lonely.

A light snowfall perpetuated the region; not enough to stick and build up, but enough to seem otherworldly when speaking to a Dornishman as white flakes swam through the air like deathly blossoms. It was getting colder every month, a reminder to Westeros that the seasons didn't cooperate.

Lord Caron is let into the tent after a mail-masked guard briefly stuck his head in the tent to check with presumably the Prince. Doran was now standing beside a brazier in the center of the tent (there was a small hole in the top for smoke to escape, making this a yurt), which could be folded up and wheeled along with the rest of the tent. He himself was dressed in an overcoat of brocade with fur lining. The winter didn't sit well with Dornishmen. Perhaps that was why so many of them left.

[Trot]

[OOC: Moved from here]

The Dornish host that arrived outside Storm's End had dwarfed after the Prince and his vassals were released, with the bulk of it returning home, across the Sea of Dorne. What remained now was a few thousand men, it seemed, mostly horsemen. The camp was a bit separated from the Stormlander tent city which surrounded Storm's End, off to the south across a river, but still in sight. Martell flags, among others, stood quite lonely.

A light snowfall perpetuated the region; not enough to stick and build up, but enough to seem otherworldly when speaking to a Dornishman as white flakes swam through the air like deathly blossoms. It was getting colder every month, a reminder to Westeros that the seasons didn't cooperate.

Lord Caron is let into the tent after a mail-masked guard briefly stuck his head in the tent to check with presumably the Prince. Doran was now standing beside a brazier in the center of the tent (there was a small hole in the top for smoke to escape, making this a yurt), which could be folded up and wheeled along with the rest of the tent. He himself was dressed in an overcoat of brocade with fur lining. The winter didn't sit well with Dornishmen. Perhaps that was why so many of them left.

Mathis takes a seat across for the Prince of Dorne, studying the younger man thoughtfully. His cloak was damp with snow and when he lowered his hood Doran could see that his hair was somewhat unkempt. "Prince Doran is it? It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

[Pericles of Athens]

A hodded figure arrives outside Storm's End he'd heard word that the King was in Dorne and travel over seas was no longer safe with such strange enemies about at sea. Following the coast had led him to this.. of all places. And now he found banners of Dornishmen flying outside Storm's End.. Might it be his King already had an army? He made his way down toward the lonely Martell camp, tightly gripping his dirt brown cloak to shelter him from the wind. He made no attempt to hide, he intended to be caught by the Dornish.

[Dirty Chai]

A hodded figure arrives outside Storm's End he'd heard word that the King was in Dorne and travel over seas was no longer safe with such strange enemies about at sea. Following the coast had led him to this.. of all places. And now he found banners of Dornishmen flying outside Storm's End.. Might it be his King already had an army? He made his way down toward the lonely Martell camp, tightly gripping his dirt brown cloak to shelter him from the wind. He made no attempt to hide, he intended to be caught by the Dornish.

[OOC: Should I wait? Looks like Blackwood is about to get imprisoned by Baratheon?]

Mathis takes a seat across for the Prince of Dorne, studying the younger man thoughtfully. His cloak was damp with snow and when he lowered his hood Doran could see that his hair was somewhat unkempt. "Prince Doran is it? It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

The Martell nodded, affirming Mathis' rhetorical question. He had long dark hair, but now it was pulled to the back of his head and cinched together by a small red string, making a tail hanging down the nape of his neck.

Grey eyes peered over at the Stormlander from across the brazier's fire.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Doran, without any warmth in his voice.

Present among the Dornish host are banners of House Uller and men led by lord Desmond Uller.

Hellholt Militia:
2250 Heavy Cavalry

Characters: Desmond Uller (+2 Battles, +3 Duel, +3 Survival)

[OOC: I'll just wait 12 RL hours or so before I mechanically treat these troops as being part of the army, for fairness and all.]

EDIT: Actually, Firenzi, if you have 4,500 points, you can only have 1,500 Heavy Cavalry, not 2,250.
Heavy Cavalry is worth 3 points, not 2 points.

[Trot]

"Oh come now we are all friends here now or so I had heard," Mathis says noticing the mans tone, "I believe a man should know who fights by his side."

[ficenzi]

Present among the Dornish host are banners of House Uller and men led by lord Desmond Uller.

Hellholt Militia:
2250 Heavy Cavalry

Characters: Desmond Uller (+2 Battles, +3 Duel, +3 Survival)

[Dirty Chai]

"Not long ago me and mine were shackled by your king."
Doran simply stared at the fire. He wasn't phased. He was simply cold, and not in any mood for chit-chatter.
"Since you brought it up.. I wouldn't call us friends, marcher. The oaths between my camp and yours are nothing more than pragmatic."

[Trot]

Mathis chuckles, "Come now Doran do not be so Doran, just because these circumstances are not ideal does not mean we can't be friends." He produces a bottle of wine from under his cloak. "Would you have a drink with me?"

[Dirty Chai]

[OOC: Ouch.. you picked the one character in this game that doesn't like wine .. but I'll be nice]

Doran's expression went wry as he eyed the large glass bottle that the marcher revealed.
"To what end, lord Caron?"

The prince then suddenly failed to suppress a laugh, which seemed to break some of the ice.
"It is like a mummer's jest.. a Martell and a marcher, drinking on the same side."

[Trot]

[OOC: Ouch.. you picked the one character in this game that doesn't like wine .. but I'll be nice]

Doran's expression went wry as he eyed the large glass bottle that the marcher revealed.
"To what end, lord Caron?"

The prince then suddenly failed to suppress a laugh, which seemed to break some of the ice.
"It is like a mummer's jest.. a Martell and a marcher, drinking on the same side."

Mathis chuckles, "I am sure my father is rolling in his grave at the thought." he says pausing to take a sip of wine.

"Tell me Doran how fares Dorne."

[Dirty Chai]

Martell gestured for the wine bottle, if only to humor his visitor. Speaking as he did so, he carefully shifted only onto pointless topics. There were some things you just didn't do - telling a marcher about Dornish politics was one of those things.

"The winter rains from your kingdom swell over the mountains nicely this year. The Vaith was flooded a month before I left Sunspear. I believe Yronwood is quite green this time of year."

[Trot]

Martell gestured for the wine bottle, if only to humor his visitor. Speaking as he did so, he carefully shifted only onto pointless topics. There were some things you just didn't do - telling a marcher about Dornish politics was one of those things.

"The winter rains from your kingdom swell over the mountains nicely this year. The Vaith was flooded a month before I left Sunspear. I believe Yronwood is quite green this time of year."

Mathis passes him the bottle and chuckles, "Dorne the only bloody Kingdom that is nicer in the Winter." He says.

[Dirty Chai]

Mathis passes him the bottle and chuckles, "Dorne the only bloody Kingdom that is nicer in the Winter." He says.

Doran took the bottle and drank a sip, then handed it back.
"Nights are cold there, too. It's just too 'dry' for snow, a maester would tell you."

A company of five riders arrived to Storm's End. Amongst them was Arthur Fowler, who had answered his Prince's call.

The Prince waited in his tent by a brazier, staving off the late winter cold, which had the whole kingswood covered in a light layer of white.
Doran had never seen so much white before, as far as he could remember.

He sat on a stool rubbing his hands over the flame idly when Fowler was shown in, and looked up not expecting to see the wayward merchant there.
Doran looked surprised, mouth agape, and then smiled faintly.

"Ser Arthur, come sit, I'm glad you've finally found us."

[Pinkerton]

The Prince waited in his tent by a brazier, staving off the late winter cold, which had the whole kingswood covered in a light layer of white.
Doran had never seen so much white before, as far as he could remember.

He sat on a stool rubbing his hands over the flame idly when Fowler was shown in, and looked up not expecting to see the wayward merchant there.
Doran looked surprised, mouth agape, and then smiled faintly.

"Ser Arthur, come sit, I'm glad you've finally found us."

Arthur was tired from the journey and sneezing from the cold. He was truly glad to have arrived
He followed the Prince's order and sat next to the fire to warm himself.

"I came as fast as I could, my Prince, once I read your letter."

He said in his boring and monote voice

[Gandalfus]

A messenger arrives from the Stormlander camp, declaring that the scouts had discovered that the enemy holds the capital, and numbers anywhere between 10,000 to 40,000 men. Baratheon intends to march immediately towards King's Landing, and requests the Dornish do the same.

[Pinkerton]

A company of five riders arrived to Storm's End. Amongst them was Arthur Fowler, who had answered his Prince's call.

[Gandalfus]

The Dornish lords are summoned to the Baratheon camp to discuss an eventual strategy.