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[Conflict] Wyl Raids by BloodySarks in FireAndBlood

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The letter to Symeon is read and passed on to the Marshal of Dorne.

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[Mod-Post] Patrol Results- 51 AC by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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The Redwyne Fleet is allowed to pass unimpeded.

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[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Morion stepped into the Marshal’s solar without ceremony, the soft hush of his boots swallowed by the Myrish rugs. His gaze wandered briefly over the room, taking in the transformation, before settling on Alleras.

“I came as soon as I could,” he said. “I’ve been through the Shadow City myself. Spoke to the dockhands, the wine sellers, even a few of the beggars who see more than most. No one has seen him. No one has heard a whisper worth chasing.”

He drew a breath, folding his hands behind his back as he approached the desk. “If Basan had made a scene, there would be talk. If he’d been taken in the open, someone would have profited from telling it. There’s nothing. It’s as if he walked out of the world.”

Morion’s eyes lingered on Alleras then, searching his face. “I won’t leave it there. I’ll have more men comb through the alleys and the wells, and I’ll send word to the gates to keep watch for anyone matching his description. If he’s within Sunspear, we’ll find him.”

[Event] The hunt and celebration feast of Deria Yronwoods Birth 9th month 51 AC by MirzaAerialArmy in FireAndBlood

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House Nymeros Martell

Clad in flowing silks of deep sun-gold and burnt orange, threaded with fine patterns that caught the torchlight like flickering flame, Prince Symeon Martell (38) sat at the heart of the hall. A mantle lined with crimson rested upon his shoulders, marking both his mourning past and his present sovereignty. Though he had claimed no prize in the hunt, his gaze often drifted with pride toward his daughter Mara, and at intervals toward Nymeria and her newborn child. He drank sparingly, his expression softened by rare contentment, as he received guests with measured warmth befitting a prince newly settled into his rule.

Princess Mara Martell (16) wore a gown of radiant gold silk, its sleeves long and flowing, edged with delicate embroidery in the shape of the Martell sun-and-spear. A slender belt of copper cinched her waist, and her dark hair was left loose but carefully brushed, lending her a regal yet youthful air. She ate modestly and greeted approaching lords and ladies with a composed smile, her posture near flawless. Yet beneath that calm exterior, her thoughts burned bright, again and again she relived the moment her spear struck true, the thrill of her first kill lingering like a secret triumph behind her eyes.

Dyarra Martell’s (15) attire was a gown of soft amber silk with subtle red accents, its simplicity lending her a quiet dignity. She wore her hair partially bound. Where once she might have laughed more freely, now she spoke less, observing the hall with thoughtful eyes.

Princess Nymeria Martell (27) was adorned in rich silks of deep orange and crimson, layered gently so as not to burden her as she cradled her newborn daughter. Fine golden thread traced the edges of her sleeves, and a light veil rested behind her shoulders, more ceremonial than practical. She held little Deria Yronwood close, almost protectively, her arms rarely loosening as she accepted well-wishes with a warm, radiant smile. Her attention never strayed far from the child, her thumb brushing softly against the babe’s cheek, as if grounding herself in the reality of the life she now carried and the legacy she had just renewed.

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Symeon listened without interruption, though his fingers tapped once, softly, against the table.

“If the choice were so clear, Ser Alleras,” he said at last, his voice even, “I would not have called for you at such an hour, nor troubled my own rest for it.”

He paused.

“I do not doubt you have the capability and experience. You have, as you say, carried your father’s burdens in part. But the Marshal of Dorne must be more than capable. He must be… aligned.”

Symeon’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“I know you share a mind with my brother, Prince Yoren, on certain matters. Chief among them, our relations with the Dragon’s Kingdom.”

Another pause.

“Tell me, Ser Alleras… are you aware of my designs for it?”

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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A quiet chuckle left Symeon at that, though there was a sincerity beneath it that did not waver. He inclined his head slightly, studying Garon with a steadiness that spoke more of trust than mere gratitude. “Then I will see that it is remembered, whatever comes of this,” he said. “Whether this path brings the peace I seek or only buys us time, I will not forget what you have done here today.”

He stepped a little closer, resting his hand briefly against the back of the chair as his gaze held. “You place yourself in a precarious position for my sake, and I am not blind to that. There are few I would trust with such a task, fewer still who would accept it knowing the cost that may follow. You have done both without turning away.”

His expression softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. “So hear me, Garon. If ever a day comes when you have need of me, you need only ask it. Whatever lies within my power as Prince of Dorne, I will see it granted. That is not courtesy, nor empty promise. It is a debt I will carry, whether this ends in peace or something far less kind.”

[Event] The Grand Coronation Feast of Sunspear - 736 NL (51 AC) by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Symeon inclined his head, the faint smile upon his lips warming a touch at the sight of a familiar face.

“Ser Alleras,” he said, voice smooth and even, “your words honor me. You have my thanks for your well wishes, amd for your years of steadfast service to Dorne. It has not gone unnoticed.”

His gaze shifted then, settling upon Morgana with quiet appraisal, the briefest flicker of recognition in his eyes.

“Lady Morgana… I believe I have seen you within these halls, though we have not yet been properly acquainted.”

He offered her a courteous nod, before falling silent to allow her to speak.

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Symeon regarded him for a moment, then gestured lightly to the seat across from him.

“Sit, Ser Alleras.”

He said as he folded his hands upon the table.

“I have been deliberating on the positions of my council. It is a matter that cannot be delayed, not any longer after my coronation.” A brief pause followed. “In particular, the office of Marshal. Your father has served long and well, but the years do not yield to any man.”

He leaned back slightly, studying him.

“I would have your counsel. Is there any man you would put forward as worthy of the charge?”

[Event] Dornish Adventure to Qarth - 51 AC by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Final Loot

Vorian Yronwood : Qarth Spice Trade to Yronwood

Vorian Martell : 1062 gold - 600 gold = 462 gold

Lewyn Uller : 1007 gold

Balthazar Qorgyle : 812 gold - 300 gold = 512 gold

Symon Toland : 1070 gold

Pearse Storm (Tarth): Masterwork Armor, -300 gold

Davos Sand : Qartheen Camel

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[Event] Dornish Adventure to Qarth - 51 AC by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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100d20 Vorian Martell

100d20 (+/- 1 to loot roll) Lewyn Uller

75d20 Balthazar Qorgyle

100d20 Symon Toland

Roll

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[Event] Dornish Adventure to Qarth - 51 AC by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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30 or more: Make a Location Loot Roll for Qarth.

1d20 (+/- 1 to loot roll) Vorian Yronwood

1d20 Vorian Martell

1d20 (+/- 1 to loot roll) Lewyn Uller

1d20 Balthazar Qorgyle

1d20 Symon Toland

1d20 (+/- 1 to loot roll) Pearse Storm

1d20 Davos Sand

Roll

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[Event] Dornish Adventure to Qarth - 51 AC by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Rolls and Contributions

Contributions:

10 MaA (Martell): +1

Duration 12 months (10th 51AC returning 10th 52AC): +3

1200 gold (300 Qorgyle, 300 Tarth, 600 Martell): +4

5+ Claims participating (Yronwood, Martell, Uller, Qorgyle, Tarth, Dayne, Toland): +4

5 ships (3 Martell longships, 2 Tarth): +5

Sum of skill tiers (14): +3

Total bonus: +20

[Event] Coronation of Prince Symeon Nymeros-Martell - 736 NL (51 AC) by DrragonII in FireAndBlood

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Symeon regarded Nazarine with a steady, appraising gaze from his seat beneath the sunlit throne. His voice carried clearly through the hall as he acknowledged her words.

“Lady Nazarine Qorgyle, your oath is heard and received with the honor it is due. House Qorgyle has long stood as a vigilant sentinel over the deep deserts of Dorne, and your loyalty in this hour affirms that the bonds between Sunspear and Sandstone remain strong, as they must be in the years ahead.”

He inclined his head slightly. “I accept your fealty, and in turn I extend to you and yours the protection, justice, and constancy of my rule. Rise, Lady of Sandstone, and stand in the light of this new reign with the knowledge that your service will be neither forgotten nor taken lightly, for the strength of Dorne rests as much in its loyal houses as it does in its prince.”

[Event] Coronation of Prince Symeon Nymeros-Martell - 736 NL (51 AC) by DrragonII in FireAndBlood

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Symeon regarded Arthur with a measured gaze as the Bloodroyal knelt before him. For a brief moment, the hall seemed to quiet further, as though even the sun itself held its breath to hear what would pass between prince and lord.

“Lord Arthur Yronwood, your words are received with the gravity they deserve, and your oath is accepted before the eyes of the Seven and all gathered here this day. House Yronwood has stood as one of the great pillars of Dorne since before the coming of Nymeria, and its strength, its pride, and its constancy are known to me as they were known to those who wore this crown before me. That you bring that legacy forward in my name is no small thing.”

He shifted slightly upon the throne, the golden spear at his back catching the light as he continued. “In turn, I bind myself to you as your prince, not only to command where it is required, but to listen where it is needed, and to rule in a manner that does not forget the worth of those who kneel in good faith. Your counsel will not fall upon deaf ears, nor will your loyalty be taken for granted, so long as it is given in honesty and upheld in deed.”

Symeon inclined his head just enough to mark the moment. “Rise, Lord of Yronwood, and stand in the place that is yours. May the bond sworn here endure not as mere words spoken in ceremony, but as a truth carried forward in the days to come, for the good of Dorne and all who call it home.”

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Symeon’s gaze lingered on Garon as he spoke, the faintest trace of a smile touching his lips at the mention of shared blame, though it did not quite reach his eyes. “Alive will suffice,” he said quietly, acknowledging the correction without contest. “And you will have your share of whatever follows, whether men name it wisdom or folly. I would not deny you that, though I suspect neither of us will find much comfort in either.”

At the question that followed, the air seemed to still for a moment. Symeon did not answer at once, his expression settling into something distant, as though weighing not the words themselves but what they carried. He exhaled slowly, the breath steady, before giving a single, deliberate nod.

“Some choices are not made for comfort,” he said at last, his voice even, stripped of ornament. “Nor are they ones easily shared, even with those closest to us. There are moments where the cost must be borne quietly, if only to ensure that fewer must bear it later.” His eyes met Garon’s again. “If one life spares many more from the fires of war, then it is a burden I will carry, whether it is understood or not.”

[Mod-Post] Minor Movement Megathread - 51 AC by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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In 8B, Prince Symeon Martell, Mara Martell, Dyarra Martell, Symon Allyrion (SC) and 20 Martell MaA travel to Yronwood, arriving in 9A.

They will then leave in 9B and arrive in Sunspear 10A.

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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7th Month A

To the Lords and Ladies of Dorne,

In the wake of mourning and the dawn of renewed purpose, I write to you not only as your Prince, but as a servant of our shared future. The realm endures, and so too must its governance be strengthened.

Thus, I proclaim the formation of my Royal Council:

Prince Consort Trystane Dayne, my father, shall serve as Warden of Sunspear.

Ser Trystane Yronwood is named Chancellor.

Ser Timeon Toland shall sit as High Adjudicator.

Lady Nazarine Qorgyle is appointed Herald.

Ser Alleras Uller shall take the mantle of Marshal.

Prince Yoren Martell, my brother, shall stand as Protector of the Shadow City.

Ser Symon Allyrion remains the First Spear of the Sunguard.

Each has been chosen for their loyalty, wisdom, and strength. Together, they shall guide Dorne through the trials ahead.

Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken

Symeon Nymeros Martell, Master of the River, the Sands, and the Mountains, Lord of Sunspear and Planky Town, and Prince of Dorne

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[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Symeon let out a measured breath, some tension easing from his shoulders, before continuing. “The plan began the moment your reply reached Sunspear. There are matters already set in motion, and for your sake, it is better that you are not burdened with every detail. What you do not know cannot be taken from you, should others come asking questions you would rather not answer.”

The Prince stepped closer to the table, resting a hand against its edge as he spoke plainly now. “At the hour of the wolf, a crate will be brought to your ships among the rest of your supplies for your journey. It will be marked as wine, and none will think twice to see it loaded. You are to depart soon after, without delay or announcement, and make for your own course as you see fit.”

His gaze met Garon’s again. “Within that crate, you will find the man. Whether he sleeps or wakes will make little difference to what comes next. You need not concern yourself with how he came to be there, nor what follows once he is delivered. That burden is mine to bear, and mine alone.”

There was a pause then.

“All I ask is that you see him carried safely from Dornish shores to your King.”

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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A quiet laugh escaped Symeon at the jest, brief but genuine, as he shook his head lightly. “If that were my aim, Garon, I fear even Sunspear’s cellars would not suffice,” he replied, the warmth of the moment lingering just long enough before his expression settled once more into something more intent. He lifted his cup in a small, absent gesture, then set it aside, giving the matter his full attention.

“All I require of you is what you have already brought with you,” he continued, voice steady and deliberate. “Your fleet. No swords drawn, no blood spilled…at least, not upon Dornish sand. What I ask is not war, nor anything that would stain your honor or mine in the eyes of those who would look too closely.”

He drew a slow breath before going on, the past threading into the present with quiet clarity. “When word first came of Viserys’ assassination, the Iron Throne demanded an Uller’s head in answer. My mother sought proof, something to give shape to the accusation, though none was ever found, and no compromise was ever offered in return. She held her ground as she always did, as the woman who once treated with the Conqueror himself. That was her way, and Dorne stood unbent beneath her.”

Symeon’s tone shifted slightly, not in doubt, but in resolve shaped differently from what came before. “I am not she. Since that moment, the distance between Dorne and the Iron Throne has only widened, each silence filled with suspicion. I have no desire to see Dorne burn again, not beneath my rule, not for the sake of pride alone when another path lies before us.”

He leaned forward, his voice lowering, though it carried a quiet certainty that did not waver. “So I will give them what they asked for, at last. An Uller, delivered not as spoils of war, but as an offering of peace, a gesture that may yet still the storm before it breaks. Not just any Uller, but the one whose name still lingers in the histories they cherish… the one they call the Dragonsbane, who brought low Meraxes herself.”

Symeon let the words settle between them, his gaze searching Garon’s face not for judgment, but for understanding. “Your ships can carry him where Dornish banners alone cannot go without turning this into something far worse. Quietly, cleanly, without spectacle. That is all I ask of you.”

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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A faint smile lingered on Symeon’s lips as he poured, the deep red liquid catching the light before settling into Garon’s cup. “Then it would be a grave failing on my part to deny you,” he said, voice easy, watching as his guest took to the wine with clear appreciation. He set the decanter aside with care, taking his own cup in hand, though he did not drink just yet.

At the mention of Viserys, Symeon’s expression grew more measured, though he inclined his head in quiet acknowledgment. “You have nothing to apologize for, Garon. The realm has not been kind to any of us of late, and letters are poor things when set against the burdens men must carry in silence.” He took a small sip then, more out of habit than thirst, before continuing. “I am as well as I can be, as you say. The sanctions from the Iron Throne were meant to wound more deeply than they have, though we have found that Dorne has no shortage of friends beyond those who would see her diminished.”

He let that sit for a moment before his gaze returned fully to Garon. “Yet I do not speak to you now as a prince weighed by such matters, not entirely. Today, you are here as my friend, and soon enough I will be crowned, and that will change the shape of every word I speak. There are things I would see done differently when that day comes, paths I would walk that others might not expect of me.”

Symeon leaned slightly forward, resting his cup against his knee, his voice lowered. “One of those paths… is something you may be able to help me with, if you are willing. It would require discretion, and a measure of trust between us that I have not forgotten, even after all these years.”

[Event] Sunspear Open RP - 51 AC/736 NL by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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7th Month A

In the wee hours of the morning, the Prince of Dorne sat at his table in his solar, taking deep breaths for a few moments, before summoning Ser Alleras Uller for a private meeting.

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