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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 13, 2013 0:44:26 GMT -5
"My help, now? And with what?" Anders ate the orange casually, but he was curious. He had only met his brother's daughter a handful of times. She sat and breathed deeply, she had no one else. Everyone saw her father as this strong, regal man, but he was not. Her aunts loved him and would not even attempt to see him as a monster for this hideous marriage. "I want him dead...", She said in a low tone, her eyes were not looking directly into his anymore. "Victor.... I want him out of my life." Small tears ran from her eyes, pooling under her chin. "I never asked for this." "Father, did this to me for his peaceful view of Dorne." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 11:15:59 GMT -5
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Harold knocks at the right time told to him on the Manse, he is wearing a light leather doublet for traveling at night and carries a satchel that seems to be full of something, behind him is a small out of guards to walk with him at this late hour.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 12:11:16 GMT -5
It's late at night but here at the Martell Manse it is more lively and awake. A servant answers the door and leads the men inside while the Septa comes into the main room to greet Tully, "Welcome Lord Tully thank you for coming. The Princess is in the courtyard. Would you like wine or some refreshments brought out for you? Your men will be provided for of course."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 12:16:46 GMT -5
"Excellent, I am fine for the moment, but thank you for your offer." He smiles. He was lead into the court yard in search for the young Princess.
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Post by Prince Anders Martell on Sept 13, 2013 12:31:33 GMT -5
"My help, now? And with what?" Anders ate the orange casually, but he was curious. He had only met his brother's daughter a handful of times. She sat and breathed deeply, she had no one else. Everyone saw her father as this strong, regal man, but he was not. Her aunts loved him and would not even attempt to see him as a monster for this hideous marriage. "I want him dead...", She said in a low tone, her eyes were not looking directly into his anymore. "Victor.... I want him out of my life." Small tears ran from her eyes, pooling under her chin. "I never asked for this." "Father, did this to me for his peaceful view of Dorne." Anders had another bite of his orange in silence. After a long moment he spoke up. "That would certainly take some doing. What is wrong with him, exactly? House Yronwood IS important to Dorne, whether we like it or not." |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 12:45:13 GMT -5
"Excellent, I am fine for the moment, but thank you for your offer." He smiles. He was lead into the court yard in search for the young Princess. She was bent over feeding a small black cat and then straightened up with the Lord Tully made his entrance, "Thank you for coming," Lyssandra said with firm confidence and without her nervousness previously seen at the feast. "I'm glad you came, I have set up a table over here," she moved her hand over to indicate a space for their use, "Did you need anything to help you? I am very eager to learn and hear about what you have to say." |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 13, 2013 13:25:22 GMT -5
She sat and breathed deeply, she had no one else. Everyone saw her father as this strong, regal man, but he was not. Her aunts loved him and would not even attempt to see him as a monster for this hideous marriage. "I want him dead...", She said in a low tone, her eyes were not looking directly into his anymore. "Victor.... I want him out of my life." Small tears ran from her eyes, pooling under her chin. "I never asked for this." "Father, did this to me for his peaceful view of Dorne." Anders had another bite of his orange in silence. After a long moment he spoke up. "That would certainly take some doing. What is wrong with him, exactly? House Yronwood IS important to Dorne, whether we like it or not." She sighed,"Everything is wrong with him!! He whores around and wants me to behave as his little Dornish fool of a wife. He harasses me to no end about giving him an heir." Her face saddened"He raped me because I refused him. Is that what this arrangement is supposed to be like, Uncle?" Adrien shook her head,"I don't want this, if is. I don't live for the greatness of Dorne as my father does. I won't sacrifice my children on the opinions or appearances to others." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 13:42:40 GMT -5
"Excellent, I am fine for the moment, but thank you for your offer." He smiles. He was lead into the court yard in search for the young Princess. She was bent over feeding a small black cat and then straightened up with the Lord Tully made his entrance, "Thank you for coming," Lyssandra said with firm confidence and without her nervousness previously seen at the feast. "I'm glad you came, I have set up a table over here," she moved her hand over to indicate a space for their use, "Did you need anything to help you? I am very eager to learn and hear about what you have to say." Harold bows to the princess. "I am glad you accepted my invitation, I was worried I scared you." He said but shook his head. "The Table should be the only thing. Did you want to get right into the game or speak on other topics? I am no Maester but I have read a verity of books and have attempted to learn a lot on things that most men do not." He sits down and places his satchel next to him. |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 13:45:09 GMT -5
"I defer to you Lord Tully. If you think something worth talking about I will listen. I am interested about the Rivers of your land as well." Lyssandra sat down and smoothed her dress while she waited for Lord Tully to explain.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 13:53:17 GMT -5
"I defer to you Lord Tully. If you think something worth talking about I will listen. I am interested about the Rivers of your land as well." Lyssandra sat down and smoothed her dress while she waited for Lord Tully to explain. He chuckles and nodded. "Fair enough, The Riverlands are the central region of Westeros, as I am sure you well know." He begins unpacking he takes out a large cloth map and places it on the table. "It has beautiful green hills and forests, and clear blue waters, it is known to all types of trade as we boarder most regions." He explains, taking out two boxes of game pieces, both made of wood but one darker then the other. "We have some wealthy houses and some important, nothing as wealthy as that of the West or the Reach, but enough to be of notice." He explains. "Was there anything you would like to ask? I could go on for hours talking about my home and the lands I watch but I do not wish to bore you." He smiles. |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 14:03:08 GMT -5
"I am not bored at all. I want to know everything you would like to tell me. I just ask you spare no details. Battles that were fought long ago..the generals fought on different types of lands and used them to their advantage if they could. The land would become another force in itself and can turn the tide if a commander was unweary of conditions and his surroundings. For example, it would be quite difficult on soldiers and footmen wearing heavy armour as they marched through the Dornish deserts, or even through the mountain passes." Lyssandra looked around, "I'm babbling aren't I, please, speak of whatever you like."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 14:21:14 GMT -5
"I am not bored at all. I want to know everything you would like to tell me. I just ask you spare no details. Battles that were fought long ago..the generals fought on different types of lands and used them to their advantage if they could. The land would become another force in itself and can turn the tide if a commander was unweary of conditions and his surroundings. For example, it would be quite difficult on soldiers and footmen wearing heavy armour as they marched through the Dornish deserts, or even through the mountain passes." Lyssandra looked around, "I'm babbling aren't I, please, speak of whatever you like." He smiles. "You are not babbling, Princess. It is I that worry about boring you, but I see that you an I are alike, we both desire to know, to learn, and are interested when something we do not know is discovered and attempt to find out about it." He nods. "Very well, where shall I begin? The Riverlands have been a battleground to many throughout time, House Tully has gained and lost, but we have survived. Nearly two hundred years ago Riverrun was sieges, and many Tully`s died we are stronger then most think." He smiles. "However the biggest treat to the Riverlands is the attacks of the Iron Islands, they once ruled our land many centuries ago, and they feel it is their by right, we have to rain our sailors ready for anything, we do not have such a large fleet, like that of Kings Landing, or the Redwyne Fleet in the Reach, but with enough training we are able to defend our coasts from constant raids." He nods. As for tactics, the Riverland has many large forests and hills, so it depends on where troops are that are more effective, for example, foot units fair better in forests then Calvary, and archers thrive in such area's and they are prime locations for ambushes. However, in fields, Calvary are at their peak, defiantly if they charge from up hills." He says. "Also there are a lot of situation Tatics, such as fighting over a bridge, when outnumbered and attacked fortified areas." He explains. |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 15:45:58 GMT -5
"Tell me the truth of what happens after a battle," Lyssandra said while leaning forward on the table. She had a good memory so did away with having notes taken for her of what Tully was explaining.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 13, 2013 18:27:12 GMT -5
"Tell me the truth of what happens after a battle," Lyssandra said while leaning forward on the table. She had a good memory so did away with having notes taken for her of what Tully was explaining. He sighs. "Mourning mostly, after everyone goes home, depending on the outcome of the battle you feel joy or sadness, but in the end, you always feel mourning. Death is something that happened, and even a Lord looses men, if he is a good lord, he knows how to handle it." He says. "Then after the mourning comes rebuilding. Houses, farms, castles can be badly damaged from war, lots of blood, lots of destruction. War is not fun, Little Princess." He says, "But sometimes, it is necessary." |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 13, 2013 18:34:08 GMT -5
Lyssandra listened intently, "It's only fun as a game with small pieces on a board rather than using real lives." The cat Lyssandra was attending to when Tully entered the courtyard mewed at Lyssandra for attention and she leaned over to pick the cat up to put in her lap. "The King thinks its necessary to go to war with the Stepstones."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5