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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 14:54:48 GMT -5
"He's Frances Dayne," the man shrugged. "Mostly I think he is just trying to get revenge on Vhagus by striking at an ally."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 15:53:33 GMT -5
"Awfully frank for an envoy." Killion noted. "And the people of Myr are fine being thrown into such a petty conflict by their new ruler?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 15:57:10 GMT -5
"I'm headed to retirement in Norvos after this," he said. "If you know anything about Magister Dayne and his wife...opposition is a good way to end up with some amateur dental work and a cloak made of your own skin."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 16:30:48 GMT -5
"Then you will not mind telling us of Myr's defenses and forces if you have no stake in the matter." Killion replied pointedly, drumming his fingers on his throne. "I am told it is crass to have envoys tortured, but my new foe might consider it polite behavior."
(Intimidation 71)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 16:36:23 GMT -5
He shrugs. "Gods above! I said, I'm retiring and never going back. Frances has found some friends and can mobilize about fifty thousand men, I'd say. He doesn't have them yet, but he has a fleet too. And that's not counting the remainder of whatever the Federation can offer."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 16:43:43 GMT -5
"How many ships?" he asked brusquely. "And what friend of his has 50,000 men to spare?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 16:46:01 GMT -5
"Friend? Not friend. The city had almost thirty," he said. "His wife's family is in turmoil from her father's death and their loss in a power struggle to an elephant family. Her gold has bought a force of at least twenty thousand, and they have at least thirty galleons. Maybe more, now. Myr has two harbors, and the second is exclusively for the military's use. I never go there." He rubbed his head. "It's a formidable fleet, but it's the land force that will be the challenge. It's been three eyars of bounty for the agriculture of the area; he has enough food to last years."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 17:56:51 GMT -5
"Enjoy Norvos." he waved the man off. "For your sake, I hope you've no family left in Myr."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 17:58:44 GMT -5
"They came on the boat with me,@ he confirmed. "Enjoy yourself. But," he added, "be careful. The man is personally repugnant but he has no lack of cleverness, and his Valyrian spear is a hell of an equalizer."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 18:10:23 GMT -5
"I plan to arrive with an equalizer of my own." Killion sneered, before turning to his maester. "Send word to the captains. We sail to war."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 18:25:39 GMT -5
The man nods. "I shall send word to your father immediately."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 21:42:40 GMT -5
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Nymos is escorted into the great hall of the Archon's Palace, where Prince Killion sits upon the dais. Not one for custom or pleasantries, the Ironborn looks expectantly at the Dornishman,motioning for him to state his purpose.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 6, 2015 22:58:30 GMT -5
Nymos looked to the Lord as he stared expectantly, unsure if it were truly alright to speak yet, or if this were some form of mind game. Seeing no other indication to the contrary, He gave a bow to the Iron Born Prince and said his peace.
"Prince Killion Greyjoy. As you have no doubt heard, Frances Dayne has taken the city of Myr for himself. I come before you as a representative of Dorne, To ask you for help..." Nymos said, not sounding too excited about what he said as he finally arrived at the point he'd thought about this whole time.
"Frances Dayne was a terror to all north of dorne. But to us, words cannot describe the atrocities he and his accursed father did to our people. As it stands, Prince Greyjoy, you are the most powerful force of the seas. Your forces control the waters around westeros, including those of Dorne, and Myr. I ask for either an Alliance between our people, to bring an end to Frances Dayne and whatever force he holds in Myr. Or a truce, a promise of safe passage for Dorne, so that we may fight whatever wrath he plans to bring upon us..."
He bowed his head after that, awaiting the Iron Born's reply and dreading the worst, dreading to hear a mocking laugh, an issue of alliance with dayne, or worst of all, to hear nothing at all.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 7, 2015 0:01:20 GMT -5
"You are in luck, Dornishman." Killion replied after a long pensive silence. "A week ago I may have laughed you out of my court, but as fate would have it a few days ago I received an envoy from Myr declaring war upon my people."
"I would welcome the aid of Dornish spears in this endeavor and will even offer passage aboard our ships if your navy lacks the transports. Just understand this: There will be no Myr left when I am done. Every man, woman, and child in that city will be slain or enslaved. No wall will be left standing, no building not reduced to ash, and no field unsalted. It will be laid to waste as a testament to the Free Cities and their Federation that we are not wise enemies to make, a symbol of our wroth and the folly of enflaming it. As Harrenhal once stood as a symbol to the rest of Westeros of the consequences inherent in drawing the ire of dragons, so shall this stand as a monument of equal foreboding."
"If you and yours cannot stomach that, get back in your ship and return home. If you can, join us in bringing Frances Dayne to answer for all he and his have wrought."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 7, 2015 16:31:39 GMT -5
Nymos stayed in his bowed position as the terms were laid out. On the one hand, they were fair to Dorne. No massive raise in tax, no order to take their own as prisoners or giving up their sovereignty. Dorne would need to pay no other price, then its men fighting alongside the Ironborn, a price it had already been willing to pay.
Yet the level of destruction that was promised to Myr was one that weighed in his mind. Harrenhal was still a legendary example of brutality, and his own people knew full well the wrath of dragons, and how it was better to leave ones castle, then stay to watch it burned to ash. Yet, could the lives of the Myrish Craftsmen and Slave using citizens be enough to allow Frances Dayne and his allies to live, to plot, to be an ever-present reminder of Dorne's dark past.
"He must not live...." Nymos whispered to himself, as he stood on his feet and looked Killion in the eyes, his own hardened with determination, "Let me send word to our forces. We do not have much, but we will help you in this fight...and we will leave Myr to you, to do with as you please..." He said, knowing the weight of what he had agreed to fully well, and deciding to bear it for the good of dornes future.
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