Many have been working extra to get what is needed to the docks and now several keelboats have begun to take the supplies to the unmarked ship.

Lord Kolwyn has requested the following persons to meet at the docks and prepare to set sail, they will be headed to the north by ship, .... any not interested in sailing to the capitol is welcome to travel with the caravan by land; Aislin Ravenhowe, Archibald Sand, Ashara Kolwyn, Bron Snow, Cyra Vyraes, Fatimah Ravenhowe  Gabriel Laurent, Ronan Kolwyn , Ser Ernesto Riquez,  Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe,  Ser Hassan Ravenhowe, & Strohan Storm.

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Standing at the end of the dock with a grand ship in the background is Lord Kowlyn and his family. "With much honor and pride I give you the newest and lead ship of House Kolwyn, 'The Wave Hunter'. She is fast his is strong and she is ours."

He points to the un-marked ship, then a flamed arrow is shoot into the sky signaling the ship ... In the near distance with the sun on its sails, .... raises the colors of Kolwyn on the sail. The ship sails in slowly, as they get closer to the docks "She is to big and deep to come all the way in so we will board her from the keelboats"
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Bron had gotten some work lifting barrels and bringing them to the docks. Yes, he was a guest of the noble house. However, there was no money in that until Lord Kolwyn actually hired him for something. Which at the moment had not happened. Nor did he feel like shoving himself in the lord's face asking for work-which may have to happen sooner or later. However, he had been made part of the 'Elite' guard...but what that meant nobody had told him...including the pay. So for now, he was gathering what coin he could.

Sundancer landed on one of the barrels, and cawed at him. "Ok, ok-featherbrain!" He said and chuckled. He proceeded to give the Black Eagle one of his salted fish treats. By tossing it in the air and watching as the razor sharp beak snatch the food before it hit the ground.
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Strohan stood on the dock watching as the sailors moved about relocating crates and bags to different locations and boarding them onto the ships. From time to time he would step aside to let them pass so he wasn't in the way but most times he watched out across the water. Looking out at the ships he admired how calm the waves looked at this very moment and wondered if they would keep that temper as they headed north.

 Looking around he waited for those of worth or arrive. He was sure they would have something he could tend to but he was in no hurry and enjoyed the sounds of the working dock.

Looking down a ways he noticed the the landing of nice sized blak bird landing close to a man that Strohan assumed was his keeper.

Snapping back from his thoughs he stopped a young man heading away and flagged him down.

"I need to make sure that my wagon and supplies are loaded onto the ship. Also make sure my livestock is in good hands, they've never traved across the water before."

 Strohan hadn't planned on taking both his horse and the ox with him. And perhaps he wouldn't need the wagon but it was best to keep his supplies close. Not knowing how they would enjoy the shaking rocking of the boat he wanted to make sure they would be taken care off.

Wiping his brow he titled his head back and absorbed the warmth from the sun. The slight breeze cooled him but his armor was not very forgiving in the sun. Sliding his shield up over his sholder and securing his axe across his back he headed to check on his belongings.


OOC:

Strohan Storm notices that food supplies and valuables are being sent to the new ship as well as personal belongings. Live stock is at a minimum, as a land caravan will be transporting the long term supplies to Kings Landing in a few weeks.

The merchant ship from Essos, Cyra Vyraes trade vessel, will be transporting about 30 days of supplies to hold over at Kings Landing and for the trip. Also it seems that a near by village has delivered some newly dyed fabrics of silk and other items for trade at the Landing.

"The Wave Hunterlooks to be an impressive ship, father. Will the rest of our ships stay here?" Ashara asks her father. She gives an appreciate "Oooh!" at the dramatic revelation of the ship's House Kolwyn colors.

Ashara hears the caw of Sundancer and smiles at Bron and the eagle.

Bron noticed Ashara, grinned and wandered over. The black eagle hopped forth, and landed on his out stretched fur covered bracer. The light lion skin provided some protection, but was light enough to wear in this heat. He proceeded to bow to the lady and her father, even as the eagle opened its wings to keep its balance on his arm. "My lord...my lady." He said. He had met Lord Kolwyn, when he returned his daughter to him. He wondered if the man wanted him around at all, as he seemed rather sucipus weather or not he had touched his little girl in an extra unseemly way. Bron had not of course, but the ripped dress had not gone over well. However, Ashara had most likely kept Bron from being hung by her family-rescue or not.

"You remember Sundancer, Ashara...er, I mean Lady Kolwyn." He corrected himself. The eagle cocked its head at Ashara, as if it was unsure from one human to another.

Ashara turns to Bron and smiles at him from behind the veil that keeps her from sunburning. She curtsies to him when he bows to her "Hello, Bron. Yes, I remember Sundancer." She reaches out to Sundancer. "May I?"

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 6):

"Bron, .... Well done on your advancement to the your new station. I hope they are treating you well? I have spoken with the captain you and a few others will be joining us to King's Landing. You will be traveling on board The Wave Hunter with us. I hope you will be able to manage the sea." Lord Perros has always made it a point to personally give his respects to those that have earned advancements in his ranks. It said that he personally choices, with his consults.

Perros has a proud look on his face as he stares at his newest his. As he speak with Bron he continues to scan the face of those on the dock this fine morning. It seems he is looking for someone.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 7):

"Daughter is this the man that saved you?" She already know the answer but ask any way. "Bron is it not?" as she takes her daughter arm in her's. "My lord husband said you will travel with us, I look forward to your company and stories of heroism."

"Ashara, he is a sprawling man." lightly speaking to her daughter as she leans into Ashara with her head on her shoulder.

Bron bows to Lady Tansa. "Yes, my Lady. Thank you." He says. He was still roughshod, and tried to remember all the court manners he had observed in others. Needless to say, it was not a lot. The free folk ignored and mocked such things...but he was not north of the wall now.

When Perros gave him his orders, Bron looked relieved. He was half expecting a 'good job, now here is a few coins and on your way like a good lad-far, far away from my daughter.' "Yes, my lord. I was a sailor when I met your daughter the first time, and I am more than a fair swimmer, as she has no doubt told you." Trying to carry her on his back in the ocean while staying out of the pirates view had been something of a challenge indeed.

When Ashara reaches for Sundancer, the bird turns its head sidewise to get a better view of her. "Of course you can! Remember, just like I showed you." Bron replied to her request, grinning.

Sundancer had helped him get to shore. Swimming at night, carrying Ashara-he relied on the Eagle's cries to let him know which way to land. They both owed their lives to the animal, and he had 'formally' introduced her to him once they had hit the beach.

The eagle seemed to accept Ashara's hand on his feathers. The animal was calm, and began looking about for other things, as he quickly lost interest in the current scene. "Don't be rude, Sundancer." Bron chuckled as the bird started looking for prey.
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Ser Hassan and Lady Aislin had arrived arm in arm with knights and children in tow. Many of their shields appeared freshly painted with Heraldry and coats of arms from across the 7 kingdoms and especially Dorne. Some of them were alternate versions of the standard coat of arms of House Ravenhowe, indicating other branches of the Family. Hassan's own shield was slashed with an X of silver. "Quite an impressive show Brother," he said to Lord Perros as he saw the ship. "Yes Perros, it is marvelous, truly one to commemorate," said Aislin as they gazed upon the ship. There were some sharp whistles and nods from the various knights who were joining them, 10 in total in addition to two of the Raven's Claws.

Badar marched with the other knights of House Ravenhowe as they followed Lord Hassan and Lady Aislin and their family. His own shield was emblazened with both the symbol of his family, HOuse Kaldor, and that of his Lord's family, House Ravenhowe. He had wrapped his head for the travel but now the wrapping lay around his shoulders like a banner to either side of his surcoat.

Several paces further behind the grouping of knights was Badar's loyal Sand Steed, Habool. He had been riding Habool, when they had been riding but now the black horse was keeping a watchful eye on its master. Habool shook the sand from the journey free of his mane and spun in a quick circle.

Badar stared in amazement at the large ship as the colors of House Kolwyn were raised. He let out a quiet gasp. This was the largest ship he had ever seen, then again he might say the same of the keelboats they were going to use as boarding vessels. As the wonder faded he pulled himself into a rigid stance with his spear infront of him. "Remember your duty men," he said to the other Knights in a hushed tone.

Cyra stood with the Kolwyn family at the unfurling of the house standard, and she clapped at the show with a pleasant smile upon her face. Her dress that day was pastel yellow silk (it seemed she always wore her family's wares) with very little extra detailing; it was a traveling garment with a more flowing skirt than her usual form-fitting fashions, and the color contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. Others around her were speaking freely, but for the moment she contended herself with watching the proceedings than joining in the conversation. Her brown eyes went from the majestic Kolwyn ship to the merchant vessel she traveled in on and felt a small pang of homesickness. Back home her mother would be hosting a festival for the harvest of the orange and lemon trees in the garden; she always loved picking apart the orange fruit and the feel of the sweet juice between her fingers. The courtyard and her skin would smell of oranges for days.

But today she smelled the sea instead and did not allow herself to dwell too long on her homesickness, so she closed her eyes and breathed, allowing the aroma of sand and salt to wash over her. She suspected that the garish celebrations at King's Landing would leave her too distracted to think about home; besides, there would be business to attend to.

Looking around she backed up a pace or two as the Lady Ashara and her family spoke with a man with an eagle, and the approach of the Ravenhowes, their brood, and their knights on the dock, which while spacious still had it's limits, gave her a convenient excuse to slip away from the Kolwyn bustle. She had felt more than welcomed by the family, but she knew that even when new guests were enjoyed there are times when it's pleasant to deal with the familiar than the foreign. Cyra wanted to give them that opportunity before they were all huddled closely on the ship. The close proximity of the docks caused her to pass close enough besides several knights that they might catch her perfume.

She stopped besides Stroham with the same warmth she had for him at their first meeting. "Do you guard today, Ser Storm, or do travel on ship with us?" she asked as she met his eyes.

Ashara gives her father a curious look, wondering who he is looking for.
“Yes, mother, this is Bron. I owe him my life. He has some quite exciting storis to tell” she introduces Bron to her mother. She is happy to see her mother seems to get along with Bron. “He is at that” she whispers back to her mother.
“Thank you” She smiles at Sundancer and laughs when the eagle began to look away. “I don't mind, though I hope I only bore eagles, not people.”
She smiles at her uncle when he compliments the new ship.

 Strohan allowed himself a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. The sent of Cyra was a much more pleasent sent then the men working in the heat. Bowing his head just slightly he nodded to her.

 "Mi'lady I hope you are well today. I'm not on duty, today. I just feel a bit more relaxed around those working. It seems I'm to travel north aboard the ship. Its been some time sense I traveled with the water under me. To be honest I'm lokoing forward to it. It will be nice to feel the sea breeze. Also the time it will save is worth the chance of weather.

 If I might ask, will you be enjoying any festive activities while in Kingslanding or are you business all the time.?"
 Strohan turned to face Cyra giving her his full attention. She looked amazing and it seemed to him that the dress she wore was ment to tease those that saw her walking in the breeze. That thought made him snicker. This was a lady he would hate to do battle with. For some reason he had a feeling that his massive axe would seem a childs toy against her beauty alone. Who knew what else she was carrying, hidden somewhere out of sight.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 14):

Bron grins back at Ashara. "I know what to do. The blasted featherbrain only loves a few things-and most of those are not people." He took a object from his belt pouch, and gently pressed it into Ashara's hand. It felt liked dried meat. "Now, just call to him by name, and toss what's in your hand over his head. High as you like."

Assuming Ashara did, the bird's sharp eyes would lock on to what was now airborn. If needed it would leap into the air, and grab the dried fish with one loud snap of its beak. Only to land by Ashara's feet and look up at her, as if expecting something.

"Thank you, Bron" Ashara said. "Sundancer!" she called out and tossed the fish into the air. She smiled to see the bird snatch it up.

In reply to Strohan Storm (msg # 15):

Cyra laughed at the mention of weather. "Weather is worth risk. Sea is thrill, but unforgive. Water and metal," she began and touched his armored arm, "Might drag away unsuspecting man. You enjoy breeze better without." She made no attempt to mask the mischief in her cheek.

At his question of business and pleasure in the capital, the woman looked up in thought. Then again there wasn't much further up she could look considering how tall Strohan was compared to her. "Is there difference between business and festivity? In Myr we always work. Work to gain, work to pleasure. Both are challenge," and she paused for emphasis, "I love challenge. Makes alive."

And as if in echo to Strohan's thoughts, an easterly wind brought the smell of the salt with it, and Cyra's loose hair and yellow empire gown blew across her face and body the same way it had when they had met upon her arrival. Her dress this time was looser and the fabric rippled like the ocean beneath their feet--or liquid sunlight. It was hard to tell was her hair whipped across her face, but she might have winked at him.

Fatimah drags her gaze away from the ships and water. She's met all sorts of people who have been on a ship, but she's never been on one herself. She is however dressed for the occasion, loose, light clothes that won't restrict her movements if she falls in. Wraps to secure her chest and she is reasonable certain she can struggle just enough to stay above water if the worst happens.

As she turns to the spectacle of feeding the bird she asksImpressive, what else can he do?

Bron grins at Ashara, as she claps as Sundancer grabs the food out of the air. He turned to Fatimah as she spoke. "Much! Aside from saving my life every couple of weeks, he can hunt, dance, speak, fetch, and be very sarcastic without saying anything!" He winked. It was unclear weather or not Bron was serious about his boast...

Gabriel made his aboard, having carefully cleaned and prepared his equipment in the intervening days allowed to them. The studs of his brigandine armor gleamed brightly in the sun, touched with the same lively luminescence that danced among the waves rolling about The Wave Hunter. His blade, Cloudbreaker, hung easily at his hip - its pommel, plain but for an embellished indent in the shape of a raindrop, polished til it shone bright as a star at his hip... But the leather of his brigandine was still worn and nearly cracked, old and tried from two generations of use. The cloak that hung at his shoulders still grew thin at its hem, where it nearly touched the ship's timber deck.

Helmed as always, the warrior's exact expression was inscrutable. Though his sea green eyes seemed to rove the distant waves, rolling with their white-capped swells. As always, whenever Gabriel came to the coast, he was enraptured by it. So similar, air filled with the sound of crashing tides and crying gulls... It evoked distant memories of Watchman's Point. Of his father.

A father, whom Gabriel thought, would be watching closely over the next few weeks.

Gabriel walked to the ship's railing, metal-clad fingers taking hold of it as he looked beyond wordlessly. This voyage, and what came after, might mean everything. Might mean nothing. Time alone would tell.

A sailor on one of the many keelboats belts out "We are taking those ready on board, ... Kick a heel landlovers!"
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Ashara giggles at Bron's comment about Sundancer. "I'm coming, good sailors" she says good-naturedly. She enters the boat, careful with her dress since it's hard to manage in the breeze.

"Excuse me, my lord and ladies." Bron bows to Fatimah and Ashara's parents, and grabs a huge box. Hoisting it like a something other men would buckle under, he proceeds to carry it onto the ship. Sundancer flies off, and lands in the crows nest, looking down at everyone. Bron waits until Ashara has made in on the ship to do so of course.

Ser Hassan and Lady Aislin boarded the ship together, Hassan went into the keel first and offered his hand to his wife so she could use him as support while she crossed. the two exchanged the briefest kiss before finding joining the other. "I've never actually been aboard a boat in my life." Hassan's many children were aided onto the ship by many of the knights who were joining them, a child is raised by the community after all. Hassan today was in simple silk robes of Dornish design, and his wife a tightly cinched dress it was orange with no sleeves, wearing the colors of her original house. She had a small child which she was bouncing up and down before kissing him on the nose. "Enjoying your self already I see, Ashara," said her uncle as he walked toward her with her cousin and his squire Roland in tow.
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 Stohan looked up as the man called out from over the ships edge. Looking down at Cyra, Strohan pauses for a momoent to admire her beauty in the breeze. For a moment it appeared as if she may have winked through her wind blown hair but Strohan was sure he had to be mistaken. He wasn't the smartest of men but a woman of Cyra's qualities did not find men of Strohans stature appealing. Often most saw him as a massive brute, but everytime she touched him it soothed him. She was not timmid or afraid by his side. It was refreshing to know that. Her eyes were always kind and her smile was sharper then the blade he carried so we had to wonder what thoughts might stir within.

"Shall we board? It seems we are ready to take on this thrill...I will need to remove this armour as soon as I can. I'd hate to be washed over and then sink like a rock with all this on. Are you aware of the rooming arangemens?"
 He took a step as he spoke to accompany her onto toward the ship and as the words lefts his mouth a lump in his throat almost choked him to silence. He couldn't believe he had just asked her about rooming. Surely he words would give her reason to pause. All to often his words get him into trouble but most of the time it was a stiff hook to his jaw or sound of metal on metal that resulted. His slip may be taken as in insult and clearly in his mind he had over stepped. Something about her made him let down his guard.

That isn't a good thing


"I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

Fatimah is impressed by Bron's boast. She certainly thinks its possible. And she can see how it could be sarcastic. Birds are clever like that. I think we need to make sure it doesn't learn the trick of keeping us from missing the boat. Fatimah comments, before turning and taking off towards the boat. Wait for us! We don't want to swim! She runs past Ashara making sure not to bump into her, and significantly more confidant she made the right choice of attire.

"You've never been on a boat, uncle?" Ashara asked, surprised. Ser Hassan was so experienced, Ashara was sometimes surprised to realize there were things he hadn't done. Gosh, I hope uncle's not seasick.
She helped Hassan's children into the boat and smiled at her uncle when he approached. "It's never too soon to enjoy good company!" she replied cheerfully.

Ser ernesto had been un#usually quiet as the ship set sail. He still had his Huge dominating stature about him yet he somhow seemed more reserved than normal. There were no recruits to train here nor armies tha needed fighting. He felt out of place from this fact.

He figited with a small knife, Playing with the blade as he stared across the sea. He appeared to be looking for oncoming vessels to fight. As if that was a ray of hope on the ocean, rather than the despir it should cause. Sheathing the knife he gave up the chase however. and decided in his own words to watch the pups dance. But was lost in this world.... His thoughts turned to how he would cope in kings landing if this was to be expected of him also. No one was actually speaking their minds and this allways disturbed the knight.

"Nice of you to join us Fatimah," her father said with a shake of his head. "Have you seen Badar?" he asked looking about for him. Looking toward Ashara her uncle shrugged, "I've always had me feet firmly planted on the ground I'm afraid, it's been years since I've even seen king's landing, When I was younger I spent most of my time here," he said referring to the lands of Kolwyn. Ashara knew that Hassan had squired for her Grandfather when he was much younger and was even a page here before that. He and her father had grown up together.

Ser Badar stepped forward from the crowd of Knights helping the others onto the keelboat. He still had his spear in his hand as he pushed past the others. "My Lord? Is there something I can do for you or your family?" He was fidgeting with his armor as he spoke. Badar hadn't left Dorne in his life and only had rumors of King's Landing to go off of. Like most Dornishmen, he had nothing nice to say about the Targaryans or those loyal to them.

In reply to Strohan Storm (msg # 26):

"Did not intend ask of rooming or roaming?" Cyra asked Strohan with a smirk and falling into step besides him. His stumbling only brought on a more playful look in her dark eyes. Instead of being offended, the foreign woman appeared amused. I like this one. The thought showed in how comfortably she walked besides the giant of a man.

"I no aware. Even big ships small, and we are many--how do you call, up-born?--many up-born here." As they reached one of the boats, the one besides Ser Hassan and his entourage, she stopped and turned to him to ask, "Might I borrow assistance, Strohan Storm?" Her manner remained cool and relaxed, but there was a small darkening of her cheeks at asking for his assistance, especially with other more nimble souls behind her scamping into the boats with grace.

Then she tilted her head curiously. "Storm. I not familiar with house. I know Kolwyn, Redwyne, Targaryen, Ashfield, Martell, Tyrell. Where is Storm?" The question was genuine, but in close proximity to her request for help and how quickly she shifted subjects it seemed as though Cyra were using a genuine question to smoothly mask her own embarrassment. She paused and smirked meaningfully, "Does Storm roam?"

"Well, I'm hardly much of a seafarer myself. You'll have to tell me if King's Landing has changed much since you last saw it, uncle, this will be my first time there" Ashara told Ser Hassan.

Bron brought the heavy box onto the deck, and assisted the others in doing the same. Once everything was on board, he noticed Sundancer up on top of the mast. "That's the CROW's nest, you stupid bird!" He yelled up. The Eagle cocked his head, glancing at Bron, throwing him a questioning look. "You may be as black as coal, but no one thinks you a crow!" Bron said again, as if his words where actually understood. Given their years together, Bron liked to think they were.

Strohan enjoyed Cyra's company and her tone. It was soothing to listen to her talk in her distant tounge.  With a slight grin Strohan responded, "They are called high born...which is somewhat funny because I know some nobles that weren't born so high. I guess they enjoy the name so they can forget where they came from."





Strohan, looked down at her as she spoke. Her tone slightly changing. For a moment Strohan wondered if something was wrong.

"Mi'lady you can ask what you wish of me. If it is within my ability I will help in any way that I can..."




For a moment Strohand though he missed the area that she needed assistance in but he went with the the conversation anyway,

"I am from no house. Storm is a bastards name. I was born in the area known as the Stormlands. So because of that I was branded with the name."

Strohan watched to see her reaction once she realize she was walking with and speaking with one much lower than herself. He may tower over most he stood beside but his name often put him lower than the common field workers. In an attemp to continue talking to her he went on to answer her about Storm roam?

"Does Storm roam.....That is a very good question. Often I find myself roaming much more often then other might like. I go where I'm needed or where coin takes me. Might I ask why? Is there a place you would have me roam to?"

He wasn't sure she would want his help now that she understood his bastard name but something about her gave him reason to offer.

Having never been across the sea he wasn't sure how ladies of Cyra's level of living looked at bastards. He wasn't going to speak of his fathers name, or the house he runs. He would rather no one knew the blood they shared. Blood he would like to see run one day.

Shaking his thoughts away he brought himself back to Cyra. As he looked at her he couldn't help but wonder how his father could cloud his vision from the beauty that stood before him. Another reason to dislike the man even more.

Dio Dio had been shadowing Cyra for most of the day...there had been a point early in the morning where he woke in a pleasure house sore but self congratulatory.

As they walked down the docks he watched the big Storm at her side and he watched her.  He had no gift for tongues like Cyra did but he knew flirting when he saw it.  Still he was determined to not be a spoil sport and give the girl her space to do what she willed.

As they approached the boats he knew she'd need help getting into something as rolling and unstable so he slid passed her and Strohan to step into the boat first.  Turning around he saw her looking to the giant for aid and his apparent inaction.  Clucking his tongue slightly in amusement he offered Cyra his own hand to step down into the boat.

"This one isn't very bright plum, do you want my help or should I stay in your shadow some more?" he asks in their native tongue.

Strohan was taken back by the man but said nothing. He steps to the side and smiled at Cyra, "Mi'lady I appologies, I lost focus on my surroundings in your beauty. Please allow him to help you, if you should fall I'll be sure to catch you."

 Strohan stepped up to the side and watched as the ship rocked back and forth for a moment. Normally the thought of tossing this little man into the water would have crossed his mind but after his reflection of his father and the sight of Cyra he didn't give it any thought.

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 30):

No, I haven't, want me to try and find him? Fatimah asks looking around.

Ashara giggles at Sundancer's antics. She looks a bit surprised to see Cyra talking with the gigantic Sellsword but smiles to see them getting along.

In reply to Ser Badar Kaldor (msg # 31):
In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg # 38):


Ser Hassan turned around to see Badar at his side, "Ah there you are Badar," he said to him. "I'm afraid you'll need to remember you are family." Hassan scratched at his chin, his cousin was much younger then him, by 21 years. Badar had not been a knight for long either, being so young to have earned his spurs was impressive. He was quite ambitious, but he didn't want to see him get over his head. "So tell me, both of you," he said to both Fatimah and Badar. "Do both of you have intentions of Competing?"

Gha, your sneaky Fatimah cries out at Badar's sudden (to her and probably no one else) appearance next to her father.. She takes a moment to center herself. Of course, there will be both a melee and a joust if I am correct? I'm pretty sure I could handle myself well in the melee and avoid making a fool of myself in the joust, although I think I'll leave that one to the men. Plus, it will be a chance for me and Ashara to dress up, which will be fun and she'll love.

She was immersed in the conversation with Strohan, looking at him curiously to hear that he was a bastard. Someone had warned her that bastards in Westeros were outcasts at best. She opened her mouth to speak when Dio stood besides her offering her his hand. The old pirate has always had a way with timing, this being no exception given how quickly Strohan seemed to snap back to formalities.

Cyra looked back and forth once between her beloved Dio and Strohan and sighed. Men, she thought to herself. Something in Strohan's reaction made her wonder if he understood her native tongue, though it was unlikely that he did. She smiled at Dio and took his hand as a gesture and teased him in Myrish, "You're ever helpful, and I adore you for it, Blue Beard. But let us see what this one does. It's useful for us strangers to get to know the locals and their character, no? You've been getting to the 'bottom' of the women after all." A few pebbles dropped in her stomach though at Dio's quick reaction. Did he think it unwise to reveal a weak leg to a sworn-sword? Or was that thought all her own?

Leaving her doubts in those pebbles, she returned her attention back to Strohan, "It strange. Clearly nervous about being bastard, but you give strong name. Storm. Sailers and merchants live and die by storm. Even Dio." She gives Dio a wink and his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and offering it to Strohan, palm down. Cyra's face looked downright roguish, "Yet you give in easily. Shall we board? I curious where you have roam."
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In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 39):

Bron sees Ashara laugh, and he grins. Then he moves over behind her, and calls out to the bird once more. "Look! Will you come down, you stupid giant crow, if SHE asks?" He rolled his eyes and folds his arms as if utterly annoyed. Behind Ashara's head, he hold out a treat the bird loves so much. He knows the bird's keen eyes can spot it.

Assuming Ashara calls to him, the eagle flies down and lands on the railing next to her, chirping lightly. If and when she pets him, Bron slips the animal a treat. "Bloody flirty bird..." Bron pretends to complain.

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 40):
In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg #41):

Badar nodded his head at Ser Hassan at the mention of their familial ties. He was still fresh from his vows and so in most situations he chose the more formal of two interaction options. It was going to take a lot of reminding before he could force himself to be more casual. " Yes Ser, I will do my best not to forget," he said softly.

Fatimah's shock sent him reeling a bit. He was about to throw himself into an apology before he though better of it and closed his mouth for a moment to listen to her talk about the tournament. He nodded as she spoke, right up until that last part. He had often seen Fatimah with a weapon in hand and wielding it well. He hadn't given much consideration to her in fancy clothing. He was silent for a few moments after she stopped talking.

"I hadn't considered either event to be honest. I am not so confident in my jousting that I would risk losing Habool. He has been my most faithful friend since before my vows. On the other hand if I attempted to joust with either Ayman or Kedar," he was suddenly aware how many horses he kept, "I might make a fool of myself. For, neither of them is of the stock and breed to ride into honorable battle. I'd sooner joust from the back of hobbler." He didn't know if his comparison of a craftsman to a work horse was proper but it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. "I could fight in the melee and it would be a good experience, I had however considered my duty to protect paramount to competition. I do not know that I trust our hosts enough to let my guard down inside their city." Realizing how open he had been with his thoughts he stopped talking and continued to fidget with his armor.

He looked at the ship and the small boats for a long second. "Ser, would you prefer I accompany you on the ship or guard the caravan heading to King's Landing by land?"

In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 42):

Dio couldn't help but chuckle a little as he retracted his hand and scratched idly at the scar on his cheek.  The former pirate made his way to the far side of the small craft to make room for his charge and her oversized compatriate.

"None of the important women...didn't want to ruin your negotiations before they begin after all." he offered in flimsy defense with his lightly accented Myrish, "Are you planning to delve that deeply into this one's character?"

Taking her hand, and be careful not to sqeeze it to tightly he walked the ramp to the boat and helped her step over. Walking with Cyra along the deck of the ship. He looked out across the water and then turned to her.

"Being a bastard doesn't say very much about who I am, but it says a great deal about the type of man my father is. I would be just another child if my father had not been given a title. I hold no love for a man or woman based on a title. I would much rather hold my judgement based off of their actions."
He wasn't sure how Cyra would take that but once he started to explain himself he couldn't help but finish. Pausing for a moment he took a breathe and gave her a soft smile.

"As for sailors and merchants, I'll be honest some knights have died by a Storm as well..." he couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm sorry what were you asking me about where I roam?"
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The lord and family heads over on the first Keelboat, .... several boats continue to load up the ships. Cyra's merchant vessel gets loaded with finished bolts of silks. They are almost all set, the keelboats are just about done going to and from - the loading is now completed.

Ravenhowe and Kolwyn with a few other have taken the lead ship and Crya and the others take the merchant ship to be there home for the next few days until they reach the port of call by Blackhaven.

OOC: I will give the players choice to which ship they board.

"Please Sundancer, would you care to come down here?" Ashara asks as sweetly and politely as though she were trying to convince her father to give her something. She looks a bit surprised when the eagle actually does land. "I guess he does like me" she says as she strokes the bird's feathers. She smiles fondly at Bron's mock-complaints.

"Oh yes, that does sound fun" Ashara says excitedly to Fatimah. "Perhaps one of us will end up the Queen of Love and Beauty."

"It looks like we'll be heading for different ships. Hope to see you soon in King's Landing, lady Cyra!" Ashara says and bids a fond farewell to Cyra for the moment.
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Bron grinned at Ashara. "You know what that means, don't you? I have to teach you how to handle eagles! Not much of a step up from Hawks, but good to know never the less!" Sundancer lets himself be petted, letting off a brief chirp-like shriek. Nothing too alarming, but it was just the noise an Eagle made.

In reply to Ser Badar Kaldor (msg # 44):


"If you wish to Compete Badar, I will allow you to, there are others in our Company who are more than competent to fill your place until after the competition," Hassan said to his younger cousin. "And you may compete in which ever event you wish Fatimah, Which ever it may be I do reccommend you bring a more wieldy weapon, I plan to compete in the joust and only the joust, competeing in multiple competitions may cause you to fatigue. Believe me I know from my earlier years."

After a few hours the dock is empty and the supplies are loaded, ..... The house members are ready to sail out as well as the merchant ship. In the distance the Ironborn vessel sits and rocks in the shallow waves. Kowlyn has yet to give the order to sail out, he sits and stair at the Ironborns ship. Under his breath "Dame them, why have they not left?"

Ashara smiled at Bron. "I love hawking, I think I would like that." She noticed her father staring, however. "Excuse me for a moment, Bron" she apologized. She walked up to her father, remaining behind him deferentially. "Anything the matter, father?" she said softly. She looked over at the Ironborn ship, remembering stories she heard about them. She felt glad to have Gabriel to protect her.

Fatimah follows her father and Ashara Yes being named the Queen of Love and Beauty would be quite the coup. And yes father, I was planning on using the ball and chain. Even a blunted greatsword is not something for mock battles. One event it is then the melee for me. Fatimah looks at the Ironborn ship not saying anything. Combat on a ship. So many things could go very, very wrong.

Bron smiled at Ashara, and watches her head over to her father. He raises an eyebrow and looks at the Ironborn ship the man was staring at. He wished he could see like Sundancer could, and he could tell his Lordship what was going on over there. However, Bron had no way of communicating to the bird like a warg could.
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One of the sailors approaches Lord Perros, "M'lord the Ironborn vessel is slowly preparing to sail. But they don't seem to be in a rush. Your orders?"

"Tell the Captain we should be ready at a moments call, .... make sure the men are ready if a fight should break out. Keep the archers to the stern out of sight, and the rest below decks." Lord Perros continues to look on, .....

"Ser Hassan have your Ravens Claw ready I'm concerned that the Ironborn will take advantage of the merchant ship when we leave to open waters. The merchant vessel is under our protection but the law doesn't stop them on the open sea to try to take its bounty. And help get the women down below decks."

"SAILOR! signal the other ship to be ready to sail, on our lead."

"I think our chances are good. After all, those northern girls can't compete with us Dornishwomen" Ashara said to Fatimah.

Ashara was confused by her father's reaction to the Ironborn. I thought he said he had asked them here, but now he thinks they'll attack. "Father... how bad is it?" she asked, worried. She'd been through something like this before and didn't want to go through it again. She cast a worried look back to Bron.

"I will consider the two events and," Badar was in the middle of saying when he had heard the call to his Lord, Ser Hassan. He made a quick motion to un-sling his shield and find a safe place to leave it at rest. It was nice, he thought, to have a symbol of who he was but the shield was such an unwieldy thing in his hands. He was much more confident with the spear and the natural protection it provided through distance. He held his breath for a few moments leveling his gaze at the Ironborn ship in the nearby waters.

"Your command my Lord?"

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 56):

in a soft voice He replies "It will be fine daughter, do not worry yourself,... Lady Tansa places her hand on his back, ... "they will not attack they are Ironborn not savages, but for some there is little difference, .... I can not see them become outlaws of Westeros by attacking us. Lets leave them and show that we are better men in the eyes of the Seven." Perros gives a smile to his wife, "Yes my love your are wright we are better men and we will sail, ....  "Give the signal Captain set sail to Blackhaven, ...."

The sails are adjusted and the anchor is raised the wind and tide is good and they begin to sail out over the Sea of Dorne. Lord Perros walks to the captain "sail in close to their ship I want to give my farewell to the Ironborn."

Bron raised an eyebrow at Lord Perros's command. Those where Ironborn ships. He had seen the results of the 'way of Iron'. Raided villages and docks, burned homes, women sized-children killed. They where nothing but vermin of the ocean-raiding those weaker and running away to the sea when the consequences came for them.

"My lord...should I take your daughter and Lady wife below?" He asked.

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 59):

"No Bron, in fact tell the others I changed my mind and come on deck if they like to see the ironborn up close" .... he smiles at the thought. "Be prepared Bron this is a site you will not want to miss, ....."

On the bow of the ship is Lord Perros, his lady and a young women (Ashara), a few others stand around them, the sailors are focus on keeping their ship in line and at a safe distance but they are coming in very close. Perros has a sword sheathed in his hand.

Holding his sword by the sheath .... with his hand & sword extended out in front of him, ..... the ship comes in closely, ........ Yelling across the deck "Fight the 'Storm', .... freeman you are ...." he has gives his farewell.

The ship slowly turn when clear, and heads northwest.

Fatimah continues to watch the Ironborn ship suspiciously. Looking to see if they follow or ready some form of weapons. It would not be good to get caught unaware by a volley of arrows.

In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg # 61):

The ironborn rely to Lord Perros; "May the drowned god watch over you and your ship."

As the ship gets further away from each other - they seem to be setting sail as well, but they are slow about it.

"Well...that's a first." Bron said, seeing a Iron Born ship sail away rather than after someone. He looked back at Lord Perros. "And they won't burn any coastal villages on their way  back to that island of theirs, my Lord?" He wanted to believe it, but the only time a Iron Born could be trusted was when Bron smashed their heads in.

Ser Hassan watched over the preceedings like a hawk, his spear was in hand as they passed the ship. "The Iron Born have always been odd ones, borderline savages," said the older knight shaking his head. "Perros how long will the journey to King's Landing be?" he asked inquisitively.

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 64):

"We first head to the shores of just north of the Boneway there we will disembark and travel to Blackhaven. Shouldn't be more then a few days from here to there, .... we are expected to meet a few families from The Reach. The ship will leave us and stay in Black Water Bay until we call for them."

Ashara waits nervously as it seems a battle will break out at any moment. She sighs with relief when it doesn't. She waves farewell to the Ironborn vessel

Ashara smiles wryly at the words of the Ironborn. "I never thought that I'd have Ironborn wish me well. I never really thought they'd see me as anything but a target for their raids. Drowned God... such strange people." she says, though not loud enough for the other ship to hear.
She nods to her uncle. "For all the damage the dragon kings have done, at least they've brought the Ironborn somewhat under control"

"We will be traveling with families from the Reach? When I was a young girl, Lord Tyrell had briefly ruled Dorne for the Young Dragon. Times have changed... for the better, if Seven are kind." she says hopefully. The Reach had long been an enemy of Dorne, but perhaps this was a kinder age.

In reply to Lord Perros (msg # 65):

Bron looked at the leaving ship, and glanced at Ashara. Then he looked back to her father. "My lord, I would ask that I can accompany you and your family. I fear the ill will of...others...may require all the extra eyes and ears you have available." He said, hoping the man did not order him to stay with the ship. Then again, he just might-for reasons that have nothing to do with safety.

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 67):

Lady Aislin looked on toward Bron Snow as he approached, she looked at him with slight disdain. She wasn't foolish and his attempts to be with Ashara were far to heavy handed, and with the family needing to Marry her off before she became to old his constant flirtations would be nothing more then a nuisance to House Kolwyn's attempts. "Truly you fear this, Snow? You are far to honorable to have any ulterior motives to wanting to stay with my family? Surly the brave Knights of House Ravenhowe and Kolwyn are more then enough. Unless that is to say you are challenging their competence."

In reply to Aislin Ravenhowe (msg # 68):

Bron blinked at the sudden 'attack' from the lady. If it could be called that. Of course, he half expected Ashara's father to say what she did. Not to mention Bron had punched a man for accusing him of such, and it always had a bad result. This was a woman, and he knew why the Lady was doing this. He would always cause fear and suspicion where ever he went. He was even reluctant to respond, least she regard it as a threat to her safety.

"No! Of...of course not. My apologies then." He said. Overhead Sundancer cried out, but Bron kept his eyes on his boots. Of course her accusations where off...or where they? He was so glad to meet someone who was not frightened of him, maybe he did not think about what he was doing. He rather doubted Ashara looked at him that way...or maybe in some wonderful dream she did. He was a nobody, and she was the heir of House Kolwyn.
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In reply to Ser Badar Kaldor (msg # 57):


Ser Hassan was distracted by overseeing his knights to notice his wife speaking to Bron Snow, but as they passed Hassan raised his hand, "Seems there is no danger, but... stay prepared. Badar what were you saying? You were considering two events yes?" he asked as he looked around for his daughter.

Fatimah looks at her mother then Bron, then her mother. That was out of the blue. No reason to let our guard down, around the Ironborn. I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw one. Fatimah says as she reflexively tries to keep everyone from fighting.

"Aunt Auslin..." Ashara chided softly. "Bron saved my life, he can be trusted. And I'm sure he meant no offense to my uncle."

The journey is expected to take a few days to the a small village within the Bone way from there to Blackhaven.

Strohan Storm has been helping greatly and his his encounter with Cyra Vyraes has been interesting to say the least. One can only wonder what's on his mind as they plan to return to the Stormlands.

Bron Snow & Ashara see to be getting along well. Perhaps not fully understanding the southernism ways has miss-spoken and few seem to wonder why the lord and the family have taken to Bron so. Regardless he sails with the family which is an honor in its own.

Gabriel Laurent has stayed closed to his charge and has been quite extra quite. The mystery knight remains a yet bigger mystery to some.

Ser Hassan Ravenhowe is his normal self and has taken a watching carefully,  .....

AS Fatimah Ravenhowe has stayed close to Hassan and their ways, .....

and then Aislin Ravenhowe, traveling so far, well the Ravenhowe's are known to stay close to one another in everything they do, .....

Ser Badar Kaldor has been silently ignored so far, he's not sure if its just because they are too busy or they have other agendas, regardless if he wants to make his mark perhaps he will have to stand out in some way.

Cyra Vyraes & Dio Dio have been treated like nobility in most matter, the lord and family have taken to them both. The others seem to be very attracted to the foreign beauty and capturing accent of her voice and figure.

---

Two days at sea and the waves have become rougher and the rain and sky have become unkind to this trip.

OOC: straight Will check for sea-sickness and, if you have any specials add them as well - if your PC is a sea going character then they must completely fail to be sea sick - those that have never sailed if you get sea sick you will suffer these effects until kings landing and will need to properly RP it as we go :)

Bron was a tiny bit put off by the rocky waters, but he had much worst. His first time at sea he had 'painted the deck' as he had not quite succeeded at getting his head over the side. However, Ashara had done very well last time they where at sea, and she had been a prisoner of all things. Still, he brought a bucket to her quarters just in case...

OOC-Bron is a salior-and I added in my swimming skill to the roll-although if its not allowed I can take it out. What is a complete failure?

Edit: I am assuming the diff is ether 6 or 9. Even if it's 12, I did not fail it by 5, so I should be ok.

14:02, Today: Bron Snow rolled 8 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,1,1,1. Will vs sea sickness, possible swimming skill to add to the roll?
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Ser Hassan had not taken to the sea well at all, in fact most of his time had been spent heaving over the side of the ship, losing what ever most recent meal he had eaten. "Oh mother have mercy!" he could be heard exclaiming before the all to familiar sound of vomiting could be heard. When Hassan managed to pull himself from over the side, his normally dark complexion was pale and he had drops of sweat forming along his brow. Turning around he threw himself onto the deck of the ship leaning his back against a barrel as he buried his face in his face in his hands gasping for breath. "Never- again..."

Aislin had fared much better then her husband, and seemed rather comfortable at sea, but was tending to her husbands illness. She seemed to be alleviating the vomiting through having him suck and chew on ginger root which she had brought with her from their home. As he was bent over the ship's ledge her hand was on her back patting him in a consoling manner. "Oh dear..." When Hassan had chosen to take his impromptu seat against a barrel she had handed him another slice of the ginger root. In her other hand was a water skin which she handed to him as well. With a rag she wiped his brow of the sweat, other then being well trained with handling gold, Aislin was a rather competent healer. "Don't worry Hassan, we'll be in King's Landing soon enough."





14:13, Today: Aislin Ravenhowe rolled 18 using 5d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 2,6,4,5,3. Healing. .
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Ashara was nervous on the sea, recalling the time she was nearly kidnapped. She spent a while in prayer, praying for a safe journey. There were so many things that could go wrong. "Prayer is very important to me, I hope I didn't bore you" she apologized to Gabriel.
She headed up to the deck, smelling the sea air and looking over the sea.



14:50, Today: Ashara Kolwyn rolled 19 using 4d6 with rolls of 6,5,2,6. Will+Pious bonus.

Fatimah wasn't particularly happy about the never ending rocking. It wasn't awful and she had vomited so far, but she was queasy. But when her father retched, the smell and sound... she joined her father at the side of the ship sending vomit over the side. I think... I think I'm getting used to this.

OOC:
02:32, Today: Fatimah Ravenhowe rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 6,2,2. will for sea sickness- with 3 dice.

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 74):

Bron felt the rough sea but quickly adjusted. Some of the others were not doing so well.

In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg # 78):

Fatimah illness was getting better; the captain gave some advice to keep for staring at any one thing for too long and to avoid looking out to the horizon. Also the cook on board made some odd tasting soup disk which has claimed most of those with upset stomachs.


OOC: after eating the soup only players with under a 3 continue to suffer sea sickness those who roll under 7 but stay below decks or keep from looking over to the horizon have minimum sea sickness.

Ashara comes up quietly beside Aislin "Anything I can do to help?" she asks. She hated to see her uncle and cousin feeling poorly. She would never have guessed her tough uncle would get seasick.
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Bron comes by the sick, bearing soup. Making sure everyone got at least a bowl full, he comes over to Aislin and Ashara. "The cook has claimed this will help settle you. He's been on more than few sea voyages, so I think this will help, my lady." He offers a bowl to Aislin to bring to Hassan.

Gimmie! Fatimah says grabbing some soup, and starting to drink it down. Between gulps  I've already had some and this soup is a gift from the gods. I think we should declare the cook a prophet of the seven. Or Rhallor. Or the Shepherd. Who does he worship? Or maybe he's a god in disguise. We should ask him.

"Thank you, Bron." Ashara says sweetly.
She smiles at Fatimah. "I'm glad the soup helps you feel better."
"Fatimah, don't take God so lightly" she chides softly. But her words are undercut by her giggle at Fatimah's comments.

Strohan stand with his hands on the rail looking out across the water. His mind unaware of his surroundings but more on his homeland. He can only wonder how things might have changes...or better yet how they have stayed the same.

The pain in the pit of his stomach only fules his anger but he does his best to keep it inside. His ability to sleep at night is all but completely gone. Torn between anger and sorror he find little compfort in the idea of the small encounter of someone from his past.

Closing his eyes he smells the sea air. The wind against his face relaxes him. For a moment he wonders how his life would have been had he jump aboard a ship many years ago and not taken the route of a land soldier. Something about the ship felt good.

Turning and looking around he watched the men on the ship work and move about on different task. He thought about Cyra and wondered what was coming of their talks. At time there seemed to be some sort of playful spark there, but as of late she had been distant and said little. Perhaps her mind was other places. Strohan could understand that.

Clearly you haven't had enough soup if you think I'm taking the gods lightly. Fatimah tries her best, but she can't keep a straight face. Although she does stifle her laughter pretty well.

Ashara gives up on her straight face and giggles along with Fatima.

Still feeling quite sick to his stomach Ser Hassan had opted to take his soup below deck, and would lay down, praying that his stomach would be settled. Aislin had thanked every one who had helped them most graciously, she seemed as surprised as Ashara at how sea sick he had gotten, but at least the soup appeared to be helping greatly. Aislin returned back up to the top of the deck with an empty wooden bowl that Hassan had been eating out of. "Fatimah do check on your father in about an hour please, make sure that there is nothing he needs, I'm sure Ashara would not mind helping you."
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Bron chuckled at Fatimah's comment, and tried to keep a serious face on when Aislin looked over at him. Last thing he wanted was to provoke the lady with his presence any more than he had already. However, it was harder to keep a straight face than he thought it would be...

Ashara nods. "Yes, Aunt Aislin, I would be happy to help Fatimah" She'd do what she could to help. It appeared this time the ship's cook was a lifesaver; maybe she could pick up the recipe.
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In reply to Strohan Storm (msg # 85):

The appearance of the Ironborn did not trouble Cyra, but for different reasons than the others. Her ship was too far away to hear the shouting between the Ironborn and the Dornishmen, and over the next few days she seemed quiet despite the usual smolder of her dark eyes. They were as loud as ever. Most often she was seen speaking with Dio Dio, but never stopped herself from giving everyone on the ship a pleasant smile, especially Stohan.

Once, nearby Stohan, she had said to Dio in Myrish, "Does the homesickness ever fade, Blue Beard?"

It must have faded, since she was next seen on deck wearing a golden-sand silk dress that was so sleek over her form that most Westerosi standards would call it indecent, but she found the light fabric free of sleeves and high necklines freeing in the turbulent sea. Seeing Strohan leaning against the rail and looking out at the water, she left Dio's side and crossed the deck. She stood besides him, comfortably close, and placed her hands upon the rail. "You seem brooding, Ser Storm. What is your mind?"

In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 91):

Dio Dio had spent most of his time up on deck.  The rocking of the boat in the waves and the salt in the air was a reminder to him of younger, wilder days and he enjoyed the nostalgia.

When Cyra asked her question he could see she was lonely and homesick but there was little he could do for that except give her the truth.  Tugging on his blue follicles he shook his head, "No little plum it never does go away." he begins before looking over in Strohan's direction, "New friends can make the time away easier though." he continues before looking back at her, "As can new family."

 Turning and looking down he grinned as Cyra spoke to him. She looked amazing as always and the breeze helped his mind imagine what he eyes could not see. It was a nice distraction from his thoughts even if for only a brief moment.

"I will be fine, mi'lad and even better now that I am in your company. This ship of yours is an amazing vessel, if I might ask do you have many of these at your command?"

Strohan enjoyed the ride on the ship, the rocking of the waves and the smell of the air was enough to lose himself in. He could understand why the Ironborn seem to spend of of their lives at sea.

Sapping back he smiled at Cyra, "Tell me a secret about yourself, I was once told that you know nothing about a person until you know something that no-one else knows? I would very much like to know you."

To Dio: A time earlier

Cyra listened to Dio with the kind of respect a child views a beloved parent, and she could see how much he enjoyed being on the water. His enjoyment had made the first voyage feel like an adventure, as if she were a child living out a favorite story. So she listened as he did nothing to shield the truth and she closed her eyes slowly. He spoke the truth, but truth did not always ease the pain of reality, but out of her came a resigned smile and sigh and she took her arms and wrapped them around one of Dio's, leaning her head on his shoulder. He was sturdy to lean against, especially here at sea, and it eased the strain in her leg. "You are my family. I'm glad you're here, Blue Beard." There was a silence as she listened to the waves and the sound of the crew. "I suppose I miss home because I don't know when I will see it again, or anyone that I love there. Last time I knew I was coming back. Now that truth is anything but certain.

"Ashara is a lovely new sister, don't you think?" and she lifted her head to glance over at Strohan after Dio's eyes, and grinned. Some of her fire began to return. "Oh, so now you approve of that one!" she teased, enjoying the ease of speaking in Myrish.

To Strohan: Current time

Cyra returned his smile without thinking. "We have same affect on other. You tall you brighten day be in sky-by being in sky." There wasn't much pause from her grammatical stumble. "Not my ship, my father's. He proud of merchant fleet. I the young of three. Much to earn before my own ship. One day." As Strohan stepped away from the edge Cyra followed by turning around and leaning her back and elbows against the sides, but her height prevented the rail from bracing anything above her lower back.

With the rolling of the sea and her poor balance she imagined a large wave rocking the ship and tossing her over the edge. The thought should have warned her to be more careful, but instead it woke pleasure from the danger. It was hard to tell if that tendency would save or doom her in the end. Perhaps it was the same tendency that fueled her imaginings of what she'd do to a willing Strohan if all the lights went out. I've spent too long with Dio, Cyra decided.

"You wish to know me and secrets?" her expression became roguish, "What do you wish do with my secret?"

Strohan grinned as he looked at Cyra standing there. He wondered just how many secrets a woman like her might have. Traveling about probably allowed her to see more than her share of things she could share with others. Still he hoped that the secret she might share would be more personal, a secret that left her exposed to show some level of trust.

"I will keep it, held close to me and take it to my grave. I wish only to know you like no other. To see inside your heart and understand what it is you enjoy, or fear...maybe even desire. The secret can be anything you feel like giving to me. To what extent you trust in me."

Strohan didn't want to put her on the spot. He could understand not wanting to share anything with him. They had not known each other long and to add to that she was a traveler from some distance away. Either way this trip back to his homeland left him with little to know filter on his thoughts and his words. Something about Cyra gave him comfort so what better time to test those waters and see just what she saw when she look at him.

In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 94):

Dio couldn't help but laugh at his surrogate daughter's comment, "Approve?  No child.  I still think he's an oversized bear playing at a man, slow of both wit and charm and not at all deserving of your attention much less your affection." he says still laughing, "But if you fancy him who am I to turn you away, you're a grown woman after all and my only concern is defending your honor, not protecting it."

To Dio: A time earlier continued

Cyra laughed and there was mock indigence in her voice. "Good thing, too, rapscallion. If you were bent on protecting the 'virtue' between my legs I'd ask after all the maids who call you 'thief'. Not to mention the miniature Dios. I'm certain there are more of them than there are hairs on your face. What stories their mothers must spin!" To Cyra Dio was the most delightful scoundrel that ever crossed her path.

In truth she inherited more from Dio than her actual father would like. On nights when she would return home late with a mane of tangled hair and a glow in her cheeks and he would call her into the library. There he stood over half melted candles, the scent of oil lamps, and maps of Essos and would express concern over her recklessness with worry lines on his mouth. Father would call her a wild thing, though not unkindly, and her mother would take his hand in hers. "Leave her be, love. We should feel so lucky at her spirit." Cyra's scars itched.

"We shall see which way the wind blows. I make no promises, save to follow my desire. You will enjoy Kings Landing though. There will be whores a plenty there, and women from all seven kingdoms. Maybe even salty Ironborn wench," she said freely to Dio in their own tongue.

To Strohan: Current Time

Cyra listened to Strohan and by the time he finished speaking she continued to look up at him in silence, considering him more seriously than before. Secrets were the currency of nobility, one that she used herself at strategic times. With one dark hand she reached up to capture a lace from his shirt, but the string wasn't pulled tight. Instead she let the slack fabric roll between her fingers as she thought. Her fingers brushed his chest as she did so.

"If I start, you expose secrets, hm?" she said in a low voice, one that was only meant for the two of them. At once she was glad to be on her father's ship and not on a Dornish one.

Ashara looks out over the sea. "This will be as far from Kolwyn Hold as I ever been, and in another country. Quite the adventure!" she says cheerfully.

Bron smiled at Ashara. He was about to say something, but the dour eyes of Lady Asilin where upon him. He should leave the noble family well enough alone. He would always be a landless bastard, and they knew it. They would find some rich lord to send their first born daughter off to, and Bron would never see her again. Which is just the way it was, and nothing anyone felt, assuming they did, would ever change that.

Still, he could not help himself. Ashara was one of the few people who did not look at him with fear and loathing. She was like the sun, needed for life-but forever out of reach. Wonderful, now I am thinking in poetry. He rolled his eyes at his own inner silliness.

He came back to the deck with two fishing poles. "My lady, I thought you might like to see what sailors do most of the time at sea...other than drinking and deck scrubbing that is." He grinned at her, and offered of one the fishing poles to Ashara.

In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 97):

Dio Dio laughs along with his charge.  At them mention of an Ironborn woman he grimaces a little but laughs all the same, "I had an Iron woman once, she tried to cut me afterwards...said if I couldn't love only her she could at least keep my equipment...at least thats what the other whore I brought to bed told me she said."

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 90):

Almost an hour later
Fatimah finds Ashara, since it was time for them to check in on Father. Ashara, its probably about an hour. Want to see if the cook has any left over soup for my father? Then do the checking in? Fatimah asks Ashara. She hoped her father was okay and if not the divine stew certainly would be able to help.
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Ashara smiles at Fatimah as she approaches. "Of course! I'm happy to help. And if they don't have any soup, maybe they can make more. Anything to help uncle Hassan!" She moves to join Fatimah.

Finding the cook in the galley, he looked over the girls as the requested more soup. "Actually yes, we still have some, a lot of people's first times at sea it seems, so I whipped up another batch just in case," he poured out a bowl of soup for them to give to Hassan. "I hope you ladies enjoyed it, it's my great grandmother's recipe." Sliding the bowl to them he turned around and returned to his duties.


Fatimah and Ashara continued through the deck of the ship finding what was Ser Hassan and Lady Aislin's room aboard. They could heard the faint sounds of groaning through the door, upon opening it they found Hassan standing in the corner, a sweat drenched tunic lied on the floor, and a sour scent filling the room, he appeared to be washing his face in a basin. His normally dark complexion was unhealthily pale, and if he had not been washing himself he would have been drenched in sweat. Hearing the door open Hassan turned around, to face them, "Ais- oh, my apologies girls, I thought you were Aislin," the most peculiar thing they saw was that he had a Tattoo on his chest of the 7 pointed star, near his heart. "Did she send you girls to check up on me?" he asked as he stepped to a trunk and grabbed a white tunic from it's confines.

Ashara waves to Bron as she heads off with Fatimah. "I'd be happy to when we return."

She smiles at the cook. "I thank you, goodman. That soup has been been a definite lifesaver." She takes the bowl, careful not to spill any on her dress. "Maybe you could teach me the recipe sometime, this probably won't be our only sea voyage."

Ashara looks concerned to see her uncle in such a state. "No need to aplogize, uncle. Yes, Aunt Aislin sent us to make sure everything is all right. It looks bad, uncle, is there anything we can do?" she asks.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 104):

"I will hold you to that! Nothing like catching and making your own dinner!" He chuckled to Ashara. Of course, he never had a choice in that matter-for the most part. Granted he could eat what the rest of the men did-but he hardly called that food.

Fatimah thanks the cook The soup was divine.

You should try this soup. Its kept me well this voyage. A seven pointed star? Huh, I knew he was devout, but I didn't realize he was tattooing symbols on himself.
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The journey is quick and swift. The weather is fair, with low winds until the ship reaches the northern Sea of Dorne. The waves were high as it is normally during this time of years. The ship has changed course and is now headed north of Dorne and the Captain has announcement that they will be landing in the Stormland as early as noon the next day.

The ship is doing well and the crew has had a few minor snags but in all they preformed well.

In the distance the mouth of The Boneway, the pass of the Red Mountains that connects Dorne to the Dornish Marches in the Stormlands. It is one of only two major passes through the Red Mountains, linking Dorne to the Stormlands and the Reach. Blackhaven is still a few days away, but tomorrow the ship will be on the shores of the Stormlands.

In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg # 106):

"Thank you girls," he said as he threw the tunic over his head. He took the soup but looking at it did not make him to inclined to eat it. "By the Seven, this soup looks like what nightmares are made of," he held back his heaving, he felt the sharp pains of his stomach convulsing before he begrudgingly ate the soup. "How far are we out?" he asked looking up from the bowl.

"We're glad to help!" Ashara replied. She winced to see her uncle in pain. "It shouldn't be too long to until we get to the Stormlands" she reassured Hassan. "I bet you never thought you'd be glad to be in the Stormlands" Ashara added with a giggle.

In reply to Dio Dio (msg # 100):

Cyra laughed and leaned forward at the absurdity of the story. "Truly? But they're not nearly as fun detached. Was it worth the threat, hm?"

Bron was up in the crow's nest, as climbing was fairly second nature for him. He did not even need a rope. He looked out on the ocean, observing the majesty of the waters. Sundancer sat on the side of the human version of a bird's perch.

"Quite a sight, my lad." He said, giving the animal a treat, and stroking his feathers. Once again he felt envy of the raptor, wishing he could fly and see anything and everything. The ultimate sign of freedom-with no one able to restrict you. He sent the bird off to get some fish for them both, proving both of their value to the crew.

"I'll just be happy to be on land," he said as he began to clothe himself, and wash out his mouth. "How is you mother Fatimah?" he asked as he had spent most of the journey down in the hold.

In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 110):

Dio merely shrugs but his smile promises a story he's not telling, "I honestly don't remember Plum.  I was too far gone on Dornish wine to remember the night.  I always took the threat as a complement of sorts..."

The old pirate turned guardian takes a beat for the wind to catch his hair and the salt to burn his eyes just a touch, "Enough of my old stories though, you should be making your own I wager."

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 112):
She's doing well. Better than us two I think. She asked me to bring you the soup. And even another day on this torture device is what I would call too long. she hopes that cheers her father up a little, although the soup should definitely do the trick.

OOC: I thought I posted earlier. Hell I even editted my post in response to the OOC comment.

"We all will all be happy to land, I think. Sea had its novelty, but nothing to see but the waves and the cramped conditions wear our their welcome rather quickly" Ashara replies to her uncle. And she'd be happy to see her uncle and cousin feeling better, too.
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It's mid-day and the ship is off shore to a small fishing village which has no name. Several small fishing vessels are out netting and the dock is to small for the Kolwyn ship, .... the crew begins to prepare the row boats to head to shore.

"Perpare your selves we be headed to shore soon. Your belongings will be sent over before night fall!" as a crew member yelps it over the deck and down to the lower levels of the ship.

The wind seems strong today and the clouds are deep gray. Perhaps one of the many storms is approaching in which the lands get their name from.

In the distance a parade of men on horseback, maybe soldiers, .... some type of men at arms can be seem on a cliff and circling around to the village. They are easily noticeable by the cloud of dust their horses leave behind.

Ashara gazed curious at the fishing village in the distance, her first look at the Stormlands. "I'm glad we've arrived at last. It looks like quite a reception." Ashara says, looking at the soldiers.

Her skirt keeps moving around in the wind and Ashara finally decides to hold tightly onto her skirts to keep them from moving around too much. "The stormlands are just as windy as they say" she said with a blush

Hassan had brought his armor with him, and had ordered the knights to do so as well. The risk was obvious with falling in, but it would be a short boat ride. He'd rather be prepared come landfall, and did not recognize those soldiers. If they were of a lords court they'd carry a banner as to be identified. Hefting his shield he looked at his coat of arms for the moment. It was the standard of House Ravenhowe with a bar down the middle of black. Those who understood coat of arms knew that this had meant heart break. Few people had seen him with out that upon his shield. Those of Ashara's generation had never seen it other wise.

Looking better, Hassan ordered his knights to be prepared to encircle the other members of the family when they hit land. "We don't need to be ambushed by stormlanders, I have no intention of meeting the stranger this day."

"Trouble, uncle?" Ashara asks, concerned. Her uncle and his men looked ready for battle.

Bron's possessions where only as much as he carried, so nothing needed to be sent ahead. No doubt that was mostly for the noble passengers in any case. He shouldered his boar spear, and he heard the worried tone and noticed Ashara's troubled expression. He walked over, and bowed to the Lady and her uncle. "Is there anything wrong, my lord?" He asked Lord Ravenhowe.

I wouldn't think so Fatimah tells Ashara, her armor on and her weapons strapped on her back. Probably some lords forces riding to make a show of things, but it pays to be careful none the less.

"Yes there is," he said to the group who had questioned him. "What don't you see?" he asked Fatimah as he pointed to the riders. Waiting a moment he answered for her, after all it was more rhetorical. "They lack a Banner Fatimah, which means we don't know if they are a mercenary company, bandits, the lords men, or they could not have it on purpose so their origin is unknown. A lack of knowledge is dangerous."

"Onces we reach land, spears upfront, form a shield wall, can't be too safe, I'm sure the horses will reach us first."

"Yes, you'd expect the forces of a lord to proudly identify themselves, to show off his power. This does sound like trouble..." Ashara shied back towards Bron and Gabriel and checked to make sure she had her throwing knives. "Still, we should check with my father before we worry. But you are right, we should be careful in any case."
She smiled at Bron as he came up.

"If it would be alright by you my lord, I was wondering if I could stay around here until those mercenaries pass.stremgth in numbers and all that." That being said, he made sure he was near Ashara. He returned her smile, and offered her his very untrained bow. He knew she would be prime hostage material to any lord who wanted any sort advantage over house Kolwyn.

Cyra wore a dress of sea-foam teal today, and with even a thin cloak on her shoulders to stave off the wind of the coming storm it was a more modest fashion than she had been sporting in both Dorn and at sea. In fact it was the most modest gown she owned. It covered from neck to floor with tight sleeves, but it was also curve-hugging as usual. It must have been the wind and the humid chill. She stood at the starboard side of the ship and stared out at the small village, the Kolwyn ship, and the growing clouds of dust in the distance. It hardly looked like a pleasant place to make berth.

On the Kolwyn ship she could hear the clang of soldiers getting dressed for battle and she shook her head. "Those raven knights prepare for battle when we could simply sail on." she said to Dio. She took a few glances around at the crew and the few Westerosi that joined them; she had never voiced aloud how unimpressive the crew was, and she had nothing but praise for the crew members that were nearby. But between the soldiers on land and the soldiers on sea she knew landing could take a turn for the worse, and when it came to real trouble she wasn't certain how the crew would hold. They were untested and unchallenged. "How do you feel like acting a pirate today?" she asked Dio as casually as she might ask about the weather, but her dark eyes were full of mischief.
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RECAP

Lord Perros announces those that will stay and those that will head to King's Landing to attend the a royal wedding. He also reveals several new ventures and the days when on. One of which was the new ship and trade relation with a well known silk house of Essos.

Lady Tansa has wrapped herself with her daughters and prepares them for King's Landing. This is a fantastic opportunity to find them the right noble to wed them. She has also been very bussy with her Lord and planning several other matter that have not yet been clear to all involved.

Ser Ernesto Riquez, Gabriel Laurent, Bron Snow, Strohan Storm, and members of House Ravenhowe have been requested to protect the family and travel as well to King's Landing.

Gabriel Laurent a mysterious fellow has been assigned to protect Lady Ashara Kolwyn. And he has done his job well so for, even just recently saving her from harm by snakes.

Strohan Storm has yet to show the Lord his well know talents but he is from the Stormlands and his limited knowledge of the lands and people may prove to be invaluable when the time arises.

Bron Snow a young man running from something and the Dornes don't seem to care much if he is. It his sword and loyalty what they watch want him for.

Cyra Vyraes coming to known as 'the silk wave' by the small folk of Dorne have started to call her, .... she has come to Dorne in an interesting time and her new friends have shown to be not as boring as the stores her heard.  Dio 'the pirate' has been watching her carefully and he too is being watch.

House Ravenhowe has entered a thick, long, traitorous plot that has yet to unfold completely, but there unflinching loyalty has not gone unnoticed by Lord Perros.


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