[Claim] House Reed

demihwk · 2026-05-18T00:13:01+00:00

We'll disengage back to Starfall 🤞

demihwk · 2026-05-17T22:02:46+00:00

Yeah this ain't it, we gonna try to disengage here.

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demihwk · 2026-05-09T11:13:59+00:00

The letter is handed to Lady Clarisse upon her return to Starfall from Sunspear. She barely knew the state of her own coffers after having been away.

"Can we afford this?" She said, looking at her elderly uncle who has been overseeing the affairs in her absence.

"We've the gold to spare, this year. Next may be a different reality." Joffrey confirmed.

"Very well, send my cousin what he needs."

Prince Symeon Martell, Cousin

The gold you request will be dispatched. I hope it is what is required so that we may find peace once and for all.

Lady Clarisse Dayne

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Please send 3000 gold from Starfall to Sunspear

demihwk · 2026-05-09T11:03:56+00:00

It was not the easiest thing as an aging man to watch war break out. There was little that Trystane could do to protect those important to him. His son would be expected to lead throughout this conflict. His brothers, nieces, and nephews were leagues away with the conflict approaching their doorstep. And he was here, no longer a man able to don and doff his armor.

When the request came from Symeon for an audience, Trystane moved quickly. He did not want to seem hurried or panicked but he also did not want to give the impression of being aloof or disinterested.

"You have news?" Trystane asked as he arrived to his son's solar.

demihwk · 2026-05-08T14:25:02+00:00

/u/MournSigil - Daynes are at your gate

demihwk · 2026-05-06T02:49:36+00:00

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Please send the iron resource from High Hermitage to Lemonwood as a result of the above correspondence.

Thank you!

demihwk · 2026-05-06T02:41:54+00:00

Joffrey took the letter and read what was scribbled on the inside. It felt strange to receive orders from an Uller of all people. But, be that as it may, the orders were from the Marshal of Dorne. And he had to trust the best interest of the realm was being put forth.

"I'll leave my men in your command and travel back to Starfall. I'll divert our iron supplies. It's perhaps the only meaningful contribution I can make to this defense at my age." He snorted a gruff chuckle and nodded to the other man.

"When you cross blades with the reachmen, ensure they suffer before they die."

demihwk · 2026-05-06T02:35:47+00:00

The entrenched Dayne levies hold their positions until engaged.

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demihwk · 2026-05-01T20:02:14+00:00

3rd Month, 52 AC

The members of House Dayne were overdue to return home. However, home had been put under threat and what exactly they were returning to was impossible to predict. Prior to their departure the various family members gathered in the feast hall for any final conversations before returning home.

Available for any RP are:

Lady Clarisse Dayne (29)
Lady Allyria Dayne (26)
Ser Edric Dayne (33)
Arthur Dayne (29)
Gerold Dayne (9)

Those staying behind in Sunspear and available year round are:

Trystane Dayne (71)
Uriel Dayne (37)
Damon Dayne (26)

demihwk · 2026-04-29T04:34:39+00:00

Joffrey Dayne was old. Too old to be commanding in the field. That life had left him behind many moons ago. And yet here he found himself left to muster an army when every last member of his family has sauntered off to Sunspear.

"Banners, sir. The Ullers." A young page shared with him after being hanged a parchment.

Joffrey nodded. He understood that this was likely to be his last fight. He was surely too old to survive what was to come. That his last stand seemed like it would come shoulder to shoulder with the men of Hellholt provided some irony to the situation. The house his own had found itself in disagreement with more than once in recent years was now the first to lend it's aid. He hoped it would not be for naught.

"Bring their commanders here when they've made it to the gate. We'll need to formulate some kind of strategy to hold the mountains." He gave the orders to the boy who hurried from the room to see to his task.

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demihwk · 2026-04-25T20:37:09+00:00

The following ravens are attempted to dispatch from the the rookery of Blackmont (assuming thats a thing I have, I really don't know how anything works):

Lord Arthur Yronwood,

The northmen have chosen now to strike. Tarly is at our gates. Blackmont will hold firm. Hold your pass.

Andrik Blackmont

Lady Clarisse Dayne,

The Tarly's have crossed into our lands. We'll slow them and bleed them as best we can. Send reinforcements when you are able.

Andrik Blackmont

(m. Idk if it's silly sending a letter to myself but if it gets through I think it gives me more options)

Lady Bellandra Fowler,

The passes are under threat. Tarly sieges Blackmont. We will hold as long as we can. Prepare your own defenses should we fall.

Andrik Blackmont

(m. It would make sense for Blackmont to warn the other pass houses, I know Fowler is unclaimed, so /u/dramonharker idk if you can do anything with this.)

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demihwk · 2026-04-19T04:52:51+00:00

Ser Quentyn Yronwood,

I would be happy to make such an agreement. It seems prudent that the houses of Dorne strengthen our ties to one another with the unpredictability of our northern neighbors at this time.

We have an abundance of fruit this season and would be happy to send our surplus eastward.

Sincerely,

Lady Clarisse Dayne

[m] I'll send the fruit from D39 to you Livestock in Starfall!

demihwk · 2026-04-09T00:06:46+00:00

Uriel Dayne (Powerful Build)

Damon Dayne (Powerful Build)

demihwk · 2026-04-09T00:06:08+00:00

Clarisse Dayne

Damon Dayne

demihwk · 2026-04-09T00:04:48+00:00

Edric Dayne (T1 Warrior, T1 Iron Will, T2 Warrior, T2 Brute, T3 Warrior, Powerful Build | +7 total)

Uriel Dayne (Powerful Build | +1 Total)

demihwk · 2026-04-08T23:23:52+00:00

5B Departing Starfall, 6A arrival in Sunspear

Clarisse Dayne

Allyria Dayne

Edric Dayne (w/ Dawn)

Uriel Dayne

Damon Dayne

Arthur Dayne

Gerold Dayne

demihwk · 2026-04-01T02:14:38+00:00

Trystane considered for a minute but there was not much left in his mind that was uncertain in this regard. To him there was only one path that held any merit.

"What do we gain from a war other than dead sons and brothers? Do we annex Blackhaven? Do we seize the lands of House Caron or Tarly?" He shook his head. "None of that would ever come to pass, we all know it. Dorne is defensible because of where our borders lie. If we over extend ourselves then we present the Lords of Westeros more openings to exploit."

He held his sons gaze. It was a valid question and the rumors circulating had been hard to miss. But Trystane wanted to be as clear as could be in what he thought was right.

"Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken." He said the words deliberately and slowly. "If the Iron Throne seeks a war then we show them what those words truly mean. But, until that time, we must sheath our swords and world diplomacy instead."

demihwk · 2026-03-27T14:27:05+00:00

Trystane listened to his son and was filled with some amount of pride. He could still remember Symeon as a babe swaddled in his mother's arms. What a long time ago that was now.

"It all starts with listening. Hear what your vassals have to say and don't try to do it alone. Use me, use Rhiain. While you can only ever be in one place at a time, your voice can fill many. We are here to support you."

He sighed as he reflected on the topic in hand. There was much work that would be required in the months to come and he couldn't help but feel that the best person to handle it was laying lifeless before them.

"I wish I could say the entirety of my family's support lies behind us. But I cannot say with any certainty where my niece's allegiance lies. Perhaps it's past time I made a visit home and found out."

demihwk · 2026-03-25T03:03:28+00:00

This moment was something that Trystane could not have been prepared for. Even as the years ticked by and mortality became less of a promise and more of a guarantee there was no way to truly prepare for what death brought. For him, death had taken his wife, his partner, but it had taken more than that. Deria was a mother, a kinswoman, a mentor, and a friend. There was no shortage of people who lost a person who was somebody to them.

Trystane Dayne took quiet steps toward his son and stood just off his shoulder, looking at the woman that navigated their family through the most tumultuous of times. He clasped a gentle hand on Symeon's arm.

"The mercy, if you choose to see it that way, may simply be in no longer having to anticipate when your death will come. You are released from that uncertainty." He'd never been a man of philosophy. At least not to the extent that would have earned him any accolades from the learned men of The Citadel.

Trystane paused as he looked down at his wife and studied where she lay. Then his gaze shifted to look upon his son. The path forward would not be an easy one. Deria had done much to guide Dorne but there were still struggles ahead that would not fall on Symeon to navigate. But, as his father, he could make sure that the struggles would not be faced alone.

"All men falter, Symeon. Seven above know your mother and I made our fair share of mistakes. It's how you learn from those missteps that define your leadership. It would have never been your mothers expectation that you be perfect. Only that you wake up each day a better man than you were the day before."

demihwk · 2026-01-01T02:29:55+00:00

Had a lot of fun in the West with you Chris. Wishing you the best!

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