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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 2:51:42 GMT -5
The great keep of Yronwood lies at the southern end of the Boneway, standing resolute against any who might wish to pass. The strong walls are bordered to the north and west by the red mountains of Dorne, and to the south and east by rolling foothills and forest gradually giving way to Dornish desert.
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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 15:36:17 GMT -5
Lord Antario Yronwood sits in his solar, lounging on a low Dornish couch. The maester had recently arrived, and stood off to the side while Antario perused the letter he had delivered.
"A mysterious force has sacked Lannisport," Antario reads aloud. "A pity; had they landed a hundred leagues south they could have removed Oldtown from the map instead."
The young lord tosses the scrap of parchment away and rises to his feet. "I suppose I should speak with Qorgyle; I had business with him anyways." He turns to the Captain of his guard. "A small guard shall be sufficient for now, I think. Have the men ready to leave by midday."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 15:36:21 GMT -5
"Lord Yronwood," said a young page. "From the maester, a letter from Sandstone." The boy held up the note for his examination.
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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 18:15:56 GMT -5
Antario takes the message from the boy and reads it.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 18:22:25 GMT -5
Lord Yronwood,
I was saddened to hear of the death of your grandfather. Lord Hergan was a sensible man. In response to events in the Westerlands, Dorne has been asked to raise what troops are available, for the liberation of Lannisport. However given the present state of affairs here, a large force is obviously impossible, however refusal is, equally unwise. As such, I am inclined to raise a small token force for this effort. It seems fitting that a Yronwood, oft the flower of Dornish chivalry, and our leaders in war, be given command of this enterprise. I request that you travel to Prince's Pass to take command of 2,500 men from the various keeps, being now assembled.
Yours,
Lord Ramsey Qorgyle,
Lord Paramount, Dorne.
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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 18:48:32 GMT -5
Antario reads the letter once, raising an eyebrow at the mention of Yronwood as the flower of Dornish chivalry. He thought of his late lord grandfather, who snapped waspishly at the servants who tried to tend to him, even on his deathbed, as well as his own dear sisters and their talents.
"Lord Qorgyle has obviously not been to Yronwood in some time," Antario remarks dryly, much to the confusion of the page. "Find Ser Emeros," he tells the page, "And Ysabella as well. We have much to discuss before I leave."
The boy scrambles off to comply.
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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 20:43:34 GMT -5
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Some time later, plans discussed and orders left behind, Lord Yronwood departs from his home at the head of five hundred men. His uncle, Ser Emeros Vaith, rides at his side. Their first stop is Lord Stackspear's Holdfast, whereafter they will continue westward until they come upon the Prince's Pass. There the separate forces of the army will join together.
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Hope you all are well and happy.