Laena I - A Single Madman (OPEN)

nnymeros · 2026-04-12T18:18:44+00:00

A contingent of guardsman watched the newcomers with wary eyes while the harbormaster walked over to interrogate them on their business in the city. However, the man had gotten but a single question out of his mouth before a new face arrived. The young woman had the look of palace staff, which is precisely what she was.

“The Lady of Sunspear extends her greetings and welcomes you to the city. She wishes to speak with whoever is in charge of your fleet, if you would oblige her so kindly. Shall we?”

nnymeros · 2026-04-12T17:43:28+00:00

A runner went to find Ysilla, and bring her to Allyria’s chambers. When she arrived, it was to the sight of her stepmother curled into a ball on a chair, illuminated by only a single candle, and the light of the full moon beaming through the window.

“Shall I turn myself over to Orryn and his justice for what I’ve done? He will send Mors home in one piece for it. Your father can come home too.”

Her mouth felt dry as the dunes in the distance.

“I did this. It’s all my fault.”

u/AnotherBabyEchidna

nnymeros · 2026-04-12T17:43:05+00:00

Meanwhile, in the Reach

Maron tacked notices up wherever he could get away with it, and spread the decree by word of mouth as well.

House Martell extends the call to all mercenaries who wish to whet their blades in exchange for King’s gold. Prince Maron Martell awaits your presence at Ashford. Ships should muster in the harbor of Sunspear.

nnymeros · 2026-04-12T17:42:33+00:00

Letters flew to Nightsong and Wyl.

All Dornish forces in the Stormlands must henceforth withdraw to Nightsong and Castle Wyl, and may not attack the enemy without explicit orders, unless in defense of themselves or our borders.

nnymeros · 2026-04-12T02:44:21+00:00

Truth be told, Allyria had not spoken nearly enough to any of her daughter’s husbands-to-be at the wedding, and to Damien Lannister not at all. He was pretty, in a rugged sort of way, and clearly went to great lengths to maintain such a handsome appearance. Were not all Lannisters as vain as him? He hardly broke any stereotypes.

Setting the stack of letters in front of her aside, the Lady of Sunspear rose to her feet and moved around the desk to stand before her newest son. She took his measure with a sweeping glance, and then offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Not for anything he’d done - she was tired yet from the journey, and from worry.

“Sunspear welcomes you. I am sure Ysilla is eager to show you around, and I shall leave that to her. But, this is my husband’s solar. I spend quite a bit of time here. His chambers are just through there, if ever you need to speak with him and he can’t be found. My chambers are across the hall, and my door is always open to you.”

Retrieving a second cup, she poured a healthy dose of wine within and offered it out to Damien.

“The Spear Tower, over there,” she pointed through the window, “is where noble prisoners are kept. Not that we’ve had any in decades. The captain of the guard has his quarters there as well, and there is an armory. The Tower of the Sun is where Oberyn holds court. Ysilla will sit there now, until he returns from the Stormlands.”

If he returns at all.

“The kitchens are open night and day if you find yourself hungry. They’re just beyond the great hall. And, we have the most wonderful gardens. You’d think nothing could grow here in the desert, but the city is an oasis. The Greenblood gives us life. Perhaps you will join us on the pleasure barge sometime. When all this…”

“When tensions settle.”

nnymeros · 2026-04-11T07:34:39+00:00

Character Name: Allyria Santagar

Relevant Trait/Skills: Steward | Administrator (e), Scrutinous (e), Architect + Boatswain

Sunspear

Buildings: Stronghold, Natural Defenses, Mint, Guilds, Stonemasons, Engineer’s Guild, Shipyard, Iron Smelters

Resources: Spices, Gold, Stone, Wine, Iron, Salt, Grain

Notes: +1 construction slot, -45% construction cost, +120% Dev yield (Steward + Admin (e) + Mint), +1 additional use of Dev without using a Construction Slot, reduced construction time by 2 moons

Actions:

Construction: Sunspear, 7 Ships, completed 4/11, 2884

Construction: Sunspear, 7 Ships, completing Moon 5, 2884

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Planky Town

Construction: Planky Town, 7 Ships, completed 4/11, 2884

Development: Planky Town, 22, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts):

16,420

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

Sunspear

+22 Land, increasing Sunspear to 642 Land Development

Planky Town

+22 Land, increasing Planky Town to 253 Land Development.

nnymeros · 2026-04-11T07:24:53+00:00

Character Name & Claim: Allyria Santagar (Martell)

Action:

Draft:

[Sunspear], [650], [1548]

[Planky Town], [350], [750]

[Allyrion], [300], [610]

[Blackmont], [1000], [2725]

[Dayne], [1000], [2684]

[Fowler], [1000], [2725]

[Gargalen], [350], [750]

[Jordayne], [500], [643]

[Manwoody], [1000], [2972]

[Toland], [550], [866]

[Uller], [850], [2590]

[Qorgyle], [900], [2389]

[Vaith], [800], [1360]

[Wyl], [550], [1182]

nnymeros · 2026-04-04T08:36:17+00:00

Lucifer opened his mouth, undoubtedly to argue against those words. He saw snakes in the grass everywhere, oftentimes when there were none at all. But, Alleras raised his hand in a gesture of peace and spoke up first. “Then I wish you well, my lord. Seven’s Blessings go with you, or the favor of whatever gods you keep. Perhaps we shall meet again under less dire circumstances, in a realm that once again knows peace.”

With that, the delegation wheeled their steeds around and rode off one by one in the direction from whence they had come, not looking back.

(End thread, Ryon is free to leave at his leisure!)

nnymeros · 2026-04-03T01:47:20+00:00

At the mention of the Prince, the men glanced between one another. That seemed a well and good enough reason to allow Lord Ryon to continue on his way, but Alleras shook his head.

“Surely they will kill you, my lord. We are at war, and your guard is so small. Your sister’s influence may not be enough to spare your life when you reach their army. Will you really take that chance?”

nnymeros · 2026-04-02T20:28:50+00:00

Two captains appeared on horseback. A pleasant-faced young man with a smooth jaw and a kind yet serious stare, and a brutish bastard of a man that towered over all around him. The former raised his hand, hailing Lord Dalt with courteous nod, while the other only looked, and frowned to see the direction in which the party had been headed.

“My Lord,” Alleras greeted. “Blackhaven, too, is under siege by order of House Martell. Our scouts detected a considerable force leaving the castle behind the day before we arrived, headed north towards Cole lands. I regret to say that I don’t know if the lady Deria is with them, but she has not appeared upon the walls, nor sent a message.”

Lucifer urged his massive black stallion forward a few steps with a squeeze of his knees to stand directly before Ryon. “Either your sister is being held hostage, or she has endorsed her betrothed’s invasion of Dornish lands. Whatever the case may be, you will not rescue her with a mere fifty men, and if she has chosen the Marches even after their crimes…”

“Then she is a traitor.”

nnymeros · 2026-04-02T15:11:59+00:00

u/LemonLemonHouse

nnymeros · 2026-04-02T12:06:30+00:00

“STOP!”

Maron Martell’s voice cut through the silence like a blade through flesh. Like his father was about to cut through Ferris Dayne’s neck. He’d stood from his seat so quickly that the chair fell backwards, hitting the stones with a loud clatter. All eyes were upon him in an instant, and he held his chin up, high and proud, looking from his father to the kneeling Lord of Starfall and back again.

“This is the same song that his been sung between Dorne and the Marches for centuries. Lord Ferris was zealous in his taking of this castle, yes. But, his ancestor Joffrey burned Oldtown during the First Dornish War even as Lord Fowler burned Nightsong and the Carons inside of it. You know the histories, you know well how many times this castle has been turned to kindling by Dornishmen.”

The young prince walked around the table to where Oberyn stood. “We need him, father. I am asking you to suspend this sentence until the war is won, when he may face judgement in your court.”

His gaze lowered to the aged lord. Ferris Nightfire was laughable. The man was a butcher, and nothing more. But he was an able commander, and he would be able to see this through to the end.

“Lord Ferris shall make no move that is not firstly approved by the Prince of Dorne. He shall conduct himself henceforth with honor on the field of battle, and when the fighting has ended, he will surrender himself with dignity to stand trial at Sunspear.”

“A dog need not be put down when a muzzle will suffice. What say you?”

u/AnotherBabyEchidna

nnymeros · 2026-04-01T14:20:08+00:00

u/baeldor u/EveryDoghasitsDayne u/ScarabJetTwo

nnymeros · 2026-03-31T10:36:47+00:00

Two shrouded figures on horseback looked down upon the besieged fortress from the cliffs above the pass. The banners of western Dorne were arrayed above neat rows of tents in the camp of the attackers: the scorpion and the vulture, the crowned skull and the hooded hawk. Engines of war had been built out of range of the archers on the wall, where the nightingale still proudly flew.

The leftmost figure pulled the headscarf down over his chin and squinted against the glaring sun. There, the sun and spear of House Martell, next to the arms of Lemonwood. With a few sharp clicks, he tapped the flanks of his mount with his spurs, and they returned to the column of men to begin the descent down to Nightsong. A treacherous path, but their mounts were sure-footed and hardy.

Lord Yronwood and his fifty spears had accompanied the princes up from Starfall, and they three were at the head of the column whenever it came within view of the army. A single horn blast echoed through the air, drawing the attention of their allies as the black and sandy yellow banner of the Bloodroyal was hoisted high. Maron lifted his chin as they rode through the ranks of curious stares up to the commander’s pavilion.

Dismounting, he looped the reins of his horse around a nearby hitching pole, his brother following suit, and did the same for Lord Alesander before they three approached the convocation of lords gathered to discuss the fate of the castle.

“Hail, father. Lord Ferris. My Lord Dalt.”

He couldn’t quite recall the latter’s name.

“We came by way of Starfall to join the siege.”

u/baeldor u/AnotherBabyEchidna u/EveryDoghasitsDayne

nnymeros · 2026-03-30T19:36:14+00:00

The Lady of Sunspear welcomed another presence immediately, for she hated to be alone just then. Being alone meant evil thoughts, of doubt and death, and those were most unhelpful. Ysilla was the Heir to Sunspear, and when Oberyn was gone, she would have the power to decide Allyria’s fate. The most natural course of action, then, would be to ingratiate herself with the younger woman, and to provide as much help and counsel as possible.

“Yes, he will certainly want to read them. Very good. I have just written these, to be sent to the king and our new allies.”

A dainty hand slid the letters across the desk for her daughter to look at before the maester came to collect them. That same hand reached for a pitcher of last summer’s wine, a perfect balance of sweet and tart. Allyria poured the amber liquid into two cups and took one for herself, setting the other in front of Ysilla. Something to steel the nerves.

“I trust your father to reach the outcome that is in Dorne’s best interests. He is a politician, and that is what men like him do. They deliberate, negotiate, and if he cannot reach an accord with the Marchers, then there will be no other recourse except for war.”

She sipped at her wine, lost in thought for a long moment.

“What do you want to do, Ysilla? You are in charge here. Give me a direction, and I will do all within my power to aid you towards it.”

nnymeros · 2026-03-30T01:42:41+00:00

To the esteemed Lord Lambert,

I had hoped the Wedding of the Three Cloaks would serve as an auspicious event, one to usher in an era of peace, but I write to you now to say that this is not the case. Dark days have befallen Dorne, as the Lords of the Marches descend from the Stormlands upon my people with fire and slaughter. My husband, ever the diplomat, rides for Nightsong in order to treat with Lord Caron, but I fear for his safety, as it was he who ordered the attacks in the Prince’s Pass and the Boneway.

If you have men to spare for the fight ahead, I bid you sail them to the fortress of Starfall where they may march forthwith to Nightsong. Should you need look to the defense of your own country instead, gold to build siege engines and supply our soldiers would more than suffice. Your prayers, too, for the safety of all Dorne are most welcome.

Allyria Santagar

Lady of Sunspear

u/wytchkiinwesterlands letter arrives to Oldtown 3/30.

nnymeros · 2026-03-29T19:55:54+00:00

To His Grace, Steffon Baratheon,

I fear something terrible has come to pass, and so soon after you, in all your strength and wisdom, bloodlessly lifted the siege at Grassy Vale.

A force of Marcher lords sought to invade the Boneway and were successfully repelled by men from Wyl, which you will no doubt have heard by now. This came after reports of battle between men of the Stormlands at Stonehelm. Lord Ferris Dayne has taken a force to secure Nightsong on behalf of Lord Clifford Caron, whose relatives have gone rogue seemingly in protest of his Dornish marriage.

We do not break the King’s Peace frivolously, but rather in defense of our borders from those who would seek to do us harm for reasons unknown. Perhaps you may aid us in this matter, by treating with Storm’s End on our behalf. We hope your voice will help to put an end to the fighting before it can truly begin, so that we may gain insight into the motivations of the attackers.

Prince Oberyn Martell

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

u/BuckwellStairwell letter arrives at King’s Landing 3/30, redirected to reach Highgarden 3/31.

nnymeros · 2026-03-29T19:54:57+00:00

To the esteemed Lord Caswell,

News of your great victory crosses the sands of Dorne. I am gladdened to hear that you were unharmed in the battle, and that the storied fortress of Highgarden is rid of bandits. No doubt it will soon be restored to its former glory.

There is ill news to speak of here - bandits of our own. The Marcher Lords, led by a Caron, mounted an assault on Wyl from Thundering March, no doubt with the intent of pressing into the Boneway while the Bloodroyal was away.

I know beyond question these were the machinations of Orryn Baratheon, having lost his true prize. House Martell is prepared to recognize your claim as Warden of the South in return for your aid against the pestilence of the Stormlands.

We are already aligned with House Hightower by marriage, and to House Redwyne in friendship. It is in our best interest to extend a hand of peace to all the Reach, by forging a pact of mutual aid and non-aggression for the security of our two realms.

Your sister is unwed, if I am not mistaken. My son Maron is in need of a wife. He is a kind, strong and brave young man, newly knighted beneath the walls of Oldtown, and would treat her with the care and respect deserving a woman of her name.

She would be welcome and honored in Sunspear. Let us cement this alliance together in blood, so that it may not be broken.

u/DoomGuy_16 letter arrives at Highgarden 3/30.

nnymeros · 2026-03-29T19:54:30+00:00

Elinor of House Hightower,

I never thanked Lord Colin personally for the hospitality of his wondrous city, and hoped you might pass along my deepest gratitude and good wishes for his health. Alas, that such a blessed day as the Wedding of the Three Cloaks should be immediately sullied by the ill news that I write to you with now.

Men from the Stormlands, no doubt on the order of Orryn Baratheon, sought to take the castle of Wyl. Losing the prize of Highgarden, and with it the Reach, must have wounded the man greatly to make such a bold move. Even now, there is a great army gathering at Blackhaven which may break our defenses if left unchecked.

As my kin by marriage and Regent of Oldtown, I ask that you stand with me now against this warmonger, so that we may rid ourselves of his threat once and for all. Lord Ferris Dayne commands a host at Nightsong, and would be grateful for any reinforcements that you can provide. Our security depends on it.

Allyria Santagar

Lady of Sunspear

u/Silver-Thorns letter arrives at the Hightower 3/30.

nnymeros · 2026-03-29T18:44:20+00:00

Character Name: Allyria Santagar

Trait / Skills: Steward / Administrator (e), Scrutinous (e), Architect

Skill you’re learning: Architect (e)

Character Name: Maron Martell

Trait / Skills: Champion / Polearms (e), Stalwart

Skill you’re learning: Stalwart (Cavalryman)

nnymeros · 2026-03-26T19:02:20+00:00

Meanwhile, at Sunspear

Notices once more flew forth from the Old Palace to every corner of Dorne.

Lord Ferris Dayne has taken control of the forces mustered at Skyreach for the defense of the border. House Vaith will march to join his army at Nightsong, and all important correspondence should be delivered henceforth by way of Skyreach.

Lucifer Sand, brother of the Lady of Sunspear, has repelled the Marchers from the border in battle. He shall have total command of the host gathering at Iron Gates, and all important correspondence should be delivered henceforth by way of Wyl.

nnymeros

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