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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 22, 2015 3:12:13 GMT -5
Sandstone, the seat of House Qorgyle, is a fortress admits a sea of sand, its old walls and structure built around a well, the only source of water for 50 leagues in the sandy dunes of southern dorne. It is a remote place, dry and unforgiving just as the place it inhabits, and its people tough and self-reliant. Nymos Qorgyle, Lord of Sandstone, sets out on a journey across dorne, with uncertain destination nor end, say to find some form of inner peace, in these dark times.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 22, 2015 3:24:15 GMT -5
Nymos Qorgyle secured the last of the rations to his sand steeds saddle, preparing to set off as darkness began to break apart, the purple hues of the desert starting to be graced with the orange light of the rising sun. He had a great distance to cover, should he make it to his first destination to restock on water, and the cold night air would only last so long. He mounted his horse and looked back, towards the home he'd spent his life learning to care for, and the family who he'd be leaving there. His sister Clarissa, and his daughter Lyra, had to stay. Clarissa would manage the affairs of Sandstone in his absence and his daughter was far too young to make such a journey with him.
He ignored the feeling of guilt, and pushed down the feeling of anger burning in his chest, as it had for the past year now, to focus on his journey ahead. He'd be riding for Hellholt first, for water from the Brimstone as he continued his journey, hoping that he did not encounter trouble along the way. Just in case, he took along his bow, and of course his spear, for he would be damned if he were to be caught unprepared to fight and fall prey to some bandit in the sands.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 22, 2015 6:39:49 GMT -5
Bandits are common in the Dornish wastes, both criminals and ones with legal writ from the King of Starfall. The siege of Sandstone had been long and brutal, but had collapsed due to lack of water among the invaders the month prior.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 22, 2015 15:26:31 GMT -5
Nymos Qorgyle sets out on his journey, trusting sandstone to weather any threat as it had done previous, and his swiftness on his horse to carry him to Hellholt safely.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 5:38:33 GMT -5
Th e wastes are hot and barren and largely depopulated. Hellholt seems even less welcoming than usual. Sullen smallfolk wander the fortress's grounds.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 23, 2015 15:01:57 GMT -5
Nymos casually rides his horse, looking for a place to buy some water and let his sandsteed get a drink. The banks of the brimstone his destination if no one has less sulpherous alternatives. However, he also keeps his head low, and his ears open, looking if he can catch any word with his slow ride through of any interesting news.
((Observation: 50))
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 15:33:25 GMT -5
The lands are sullen after the ravages of Frances Dayne, and hushed whispers claim he is returning.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 23, 2015 21:41:40 GMT -5
Frances Dayne. The impudent member of house dayne, who Nymos had a passing knowledge about. It appeared the boy had taken to terrorizing his own countrymen, and Nymos tightened his grip on his reigns as he directed his horse towards a water trough.
Nymos could see the fear and despair of hellholt, a city tormented by a dayne. He would try to leave before dayne's forces came, if it wasn't just paranoia. Should the boy come back while he had business here, however, Nymos hoped he could keep himself, and his spear, in check.
A man who tormented his countrymen this way, was no man worth respecting.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 24, 2015 4:44:54 GMT -5
He never does appear, and the relief is palpable in the ruined villages of the Hellholt. The ruler had been captive for four months, it was said, taken to Storm's End with the main army.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 25, 2015 12:43:38 GMT -5
Nymos is relieved that Frances Dayne does not show, and relieved for the beligered towns folk as well. News that the ruling uller of Hellholt was captured however, made nymos curious. Were there more lords who shared such a fate? The madness of dayne's supporters in the slaying of their kinsmen, seemed to have dulled little with time.
He traveled the town, collecting whatever supplies he'd need from anyone who was willing to trade or sell, in preparation to cross the red dunes to his next destination, Vaith.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 7:15:40 GMT -5
Vaith is a Dayne stronghold, filled to the brim with rebellion and its ruling lord far north, fighting in King's Landing or somewhere with them. His daughter leads in his absence, maintaining a fair amount of soldiers to quell any thoughts of uprising.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 26, 2015 23:52:01 GMT -5
Nymos prepares for his journey, not wanting to risk the trek down the brimstone in order to cross the desert, and seeing little choice but to ride towards the river vaith for more water. He tries to keep in mind a way to avoid circumvent vaith, as he sets off cross the dornish red dunes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 5:11:10 GMT -5
It takes some doing but Nymos can head anywhere he chooses.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 27, 2015 12:42:13 GMT -5
Nymos decides to circumvent Vaith, heading for the Scourge instead, and from there decide wheter to head east towards the Tor or north towards Yronwood, curious if the lands hold similar strong allegiance to the new king of dorne.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 14:05:47 GMT -5
Most of Dorne has been bent to Bryce's hold via a liberal application of hostage taking.
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