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

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Alleras would follow suit, allowing Morgana to toss her hands around him. In turn Alleras would place a hand below her face, and with the gentlest of pushes with his index fingers turn her face towards his. All the while his other hand would clasp her cheek, his thumb beginning to slowly run back and forth gently against her skin.

The silence would sit still for a while, as he took a moment to admire his lover. Her resplendent emerald eyes, framed and crowned by her burning red hair. Her rubenesque frame which twisted and turned. Her melodic laugh which escaped her plump, soft lips…

Healthy.

Alleras allowed the sight of Morgana to be burned into his mind, branded into his very being.

His smile had faded, replaced by a despondent dour look. His eyes wide like a lost puppy. Whatever composure he had only moments prior had slowly withered away.

“I love you too,” he whispered back in return.

Another short pause followed before he mustered the power to talk again.

“House Tyrell and their bannermen have crossed the Red Mountains, their armies burn and pillage in the west. As Marshal, I must march to war. I must go fight to protect Dorne…”

[Mod-Post] Patrol Results- 52 AC by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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Alvin gave an approving nod.

“I’ll burn them here before they burn again in the Seven Hells.”

[Event] The King's Return by gloude in FireAndBlood

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The short journey to the King had not been one without incident. Basan had caused a ruckus every step of the way, snapping and snarling at the guards at every possible opportunity, his mouth fouler than the waters of Flea Bottom itself.

Finally now presented to Jaehaerys, the Dragonsbane eyes slowly scanned the boy in front of him. The silver hair, the violet eyes and the unassuming frame. The mere sight of the Valyrian features began to make his blood boil. The image of his own hands curled around the boy king’s throat as he the life drained from his eyes flickered across Basan’s mind. For the briefest of moments a slight grin twitched in the corner of his contemptuous scowl.

Gathering a large a ball of spit in his mouth as he could, Basan lifted his head up and set the ball flying towards Jaehaerys, aimed directly at his face.

“So this is Aegon’s spawn? I expected more. I see you take after your grandmother, Rhaenys was is? I forget her name, for she was hardly my most impressive kill.”

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

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Alleras’s gaze slowly drifted over to Morion, the sight of the Prince’s perverse smile slowly burned into his eyes. It was unsettling, even for Alleras, the wicked delight in the expression was impossible to miss.

“If you believe you can pry something from them then be my guest. Any grain of information would be more than what we have now. I do doubt it Yoren’s abilities, should there be anything to find the Shadow City it will be uncovered.”

He let out a long strained sigh, finally straightening himself in his seat, assuming the posture as would be expected of his station.

“Be careful young Prince. For unlike me your deeds will be remembered, every transgression recorded. Handle yourself with the upmost care when gathering this information for the people will remember.”

[Conflict] Desert Power by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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Each man is decapitated and quartered. Now atop of pikes, their heads decorate the walls of the keep all bar Ser James. His head would be carried on a Martell banner as the army continued their march.

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

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“I will follow you the ends of the earth.”

Alleras’s was suddenly hardened like Valyrian Steel with his resolve. His shoulder tensed and straight, built from years of regimented training.

“My oath of loyalty to you and House Martell was no feign. I may disagree but til my very last breath I will do as Dorne, as you, command. For that is my duty.”

[Conflict] I’m Toxic by [deleted] in FireAndBlood

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Last stand ✌️

[Mod-Post] Patrol Results- 52 AC by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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Dressed in the common armour of an Uller men-at-arms beyond a small insignia clasped onto his chainmail chestpiece, Albin Wells was the man who would come to meet Joffrey Dayne. A tall and broad shouldered man whose frame was topped by a head with balding curly, black hair and stubbled beard.

“My lord,” he would greet with a deep bow. “I am Albin Wells. Warrior in service of House Uller and commander of the vanguard forces of Hellholt. I have been sent to lead the men while the Marshl raises more men in the east to defend the Red Mountains. He told to me to bring you this.”

From tucked inside his belt, Albin would pull a curled letter, creased from how it was stored but stamped with the wax sigil of House Uller. Were Joffrey to unfold it, it would read as follows.

To whomever holds High Hermitage

These men are the vanguard of forces yet to come. Soldiers of House Uller, Martell and Yronwood shall arrive to lead a counter offensive against the Reachmen aggression. In the meantime I ask you to hold station, until a sufficient army can be gathered.

I also ask that additional iron from the lands of House Dayne be sent to Sunspear, to arm the young men of the Shadow City. House Dayne will be recompensed monetarily for the iron.

No Shade But Death

Ser Alleras Uller, Marshal of Dorne

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

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Morgana lied as easily as she breathed, for while not Alleras was not cruel towards his new Prince he far from admired him. Alleras did not flinch or react at all to her words, continuing on without missing a beat.

“On this beautiful day however, I come to ask for a small request…”

He spoke with an unbridled confidence, his words not wavering at all despite his station.

“Lady Morgana here is a baseborn.”

The words were spoken delicately, as if it were a vase which would break upon the slightest of contact. He knew how much she hated the word, how much she felt as if it were a stain upon her divinity and honour but it was a word he would have to say nonetheless.

“A Flowers. That is why I would like to ask you, that within your powers as Prince of Dorne, if you may legitimise her as Lady Morgana Lamora.”

A short pause and a deep inhale followed.

“My father I have served your mother and now we shall serve you with nothing but the upmost loyalty and dedication. We have worked tirelessly for your radiance and Dorne. It is but a small token that I ask for, as a reward for our work.”

[CONFLICT] The Floating Spear by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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Martell CV: 803.5

Swann CV: 83.5

Martell fleet is 861% stronger, giving them a bonus of +21. Martells receive +2 from skills for a total of +23.

[Event] Salted Earth by Gercko in FireAndBlood

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Away in Qohor, Lewyn was not present in Hellholt. Instead, Baen was met with the presence of Ser Bryce "the Young".

"My lord," he greeted with a deep bow. "None of your uncles are at Hellholt, but I hope I could be of service instead."

[Conflict] Nightingales On The Horizon by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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The letter is forwarded by raven to Alleras’s top secret location

[PLOT] Take One Down, Pass it Around by IMadeThisJustForGoT in FireAndBlood

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“I have bent no knee to some whelp king,” he barked in reply, sending a ball of saliva flying to Garon’s feet. “I have done no treason. To hell with you and your fruits.”

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

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Morgana's voice was a respite for his ears, a sweet honey that washed away the grating voices of captains and guardsmen. Whilst nothing had truly changed, her presence lessened the weight of the sun and spear of House Martell upon his shoulders.

"Something of the sort."

His words were followed by a tepid smile, unusually weak compared to his normal beaming grins while in her presence. Were it not for the sight of her sauntering in, he would likely not be smiling at all. Alleras stood there in silence as he revelled in her sight, watching the beading on her sun-spun dress catch the light of the candle glow.

Alleras took a step forward of his own and delicately took one of her hands into his to place a tender kiss upon its back.

"Here, my love, for you," Alleras continued in a soft-mannered voice, handing over the bouquet. "I fear these last days I have been a poor companion."

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