Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 19:35:42 GMT -5
One last look
From the deck he watched the dark coast of Dorne. Only a handful remained waiting. All men and young, but their eyes aged and full of sorrow. He knew all of them had fought, bled and hungered alongside the Stonehawk. All that remained of the proud dornish army now stood on that rocky beach, about to leave their home not knowing when they'd able to return. All the others, the women, the children, the elderly and the other soldiers he had already taken.
With a thump the rowboat arrived alongside the ship. One by one the men climbed aboard, the last one up nothing more than a boy. Joron ordered the boat sent out for the last time and then turned his eyes towards the boy. He was probably not day over ten, most likely even younger. His clothes had once been elegant and expensive, but now they were just raggedy and dirty. In his hands, the boy carried a sword. Much to large for him to use, it would still take years before he could swing it properly.
"Shouldn't you've gone with the women and the other children? Fighting men only on this ship." Joron told the boy as he passed.
"These are my men! I'm Lord Eldridge Yronwood." the boy said, with pride in his voice.
Joron nodded. "Ah, my apology Lord Yronwood. No one had told me you were this... young. You've come all the way from Yronwood?"
"Yes, we managed to get away after the fall. We tried to reach Lord Fowler, but we were to late. All we found was death and carnage." the boy said, his voice trembling.
Pointing towards a door in the stern of the ship, Joron said "Lord if you will, please join Lord Ladybright and Elijah Martell in the stern. Your men will have to stay on the deck."
As Lord Yronwood nodded and walked away, Joron saw that the boat had already returned and that the last men were climbing aboard. The beach was now deserted, no signs that thousands had waited here for days and weeks. Dorne was defeated. It had finally begun to sink in, and perhaps there would be no going back. Joron turned and watched the deck, it was full of men. Everyone, no doubt, had their own story to tell. But that had to wait. "Take one last look men, it might very well be a long time till we'll able to see it again." Joron said in a booming voice before ordering the anchor hoisted.
Slowly, the ships left the small dornish bay, sailing out into the night.
2000 men of fighting age transported to Braavos.
6000 women and children transported to Braavos.
Lord Drayke Ladybright transported to Braavos.
Lord Eldridge Yronwood transported to Braavos.
Elijah Martell transported to Braavos.
From the deck he watched the dark coast of Dorne. Only a handful remained waiting. All men and young, but their eyes aged and full of sorrow. He knew all of them had fought, bled and hungered alongside the Stonehawk. All that remained of the proud dornish army now stood on that rocky beach, about to leave their home not knowing when they'd able to return. All the others, the women, the children, the elderly and the other soldiers he had already taken.
With a thump the rowboat arrived alongside the ship. One by one the men climbed aboard, the last one up nothing more than a boy. Joron ordered the boat sent out for the last time and then turned his eyes towards the boy. He was probably not day over ten, most likely even younger. His clothes had once been elegant and expensive, but now they were just raggedy and dirty. In his hands, the boy carried a sword. Much to large for him to use, it would still take years before he could swing it properly.
"Shouldn't you've gone with the women and the other children? Fighting men only on this ship." Joron told the boy as he passed.
"These are my men! I'm Lord Eldridge Yronwood." the boy said, with pride in his voice.
Joron nodded. "Ah, my apology Lord Yronwood. No one had told me you were this... young. You've come all the way from Yronwood?"
"Yes, we managed to get away after the fall. We tried to reach Lord Fowler, but we were to late. All we found was death and carnage." the boy said, his voice trembling.
Pointing towards a door in the stern of the ship, Joron said "Lord if you will, please join Lord Ladybright and Elijah Martell in the stern. Your men will have to stay on the deck."
As Lord Yronwood nodded and walked away, Joron saw that the boat had already returned and that the last men were climbing aboard. The beach was now deserted, no signs that thousands had waited here for days and weeks. Dorne was defeated. It had finally begun to sink in, and perhaps there would be no going back. Joron turned and watched the deck, it was full of men. Everyone, no doubt, had their own story to tell. But that had to wait. "Take one last look men, it might very well be a long time till we'll able to see it again." Joron said in a booming voice before ordering the anchor hoisted.
Slowly, the ships left the small dornish bay, sailing out into the night.
2000 men of fighting age transported to Braavos.
6000 women and children transported to Braavos.
Lord Drayke Ladybright transported to Braavos.
Lord Eldridge Yronwood transported to Braavos.
Elijah Martell transported to Braavos.