The Stormlands, ... the very name conjures images of its mystery and adventure for those that have traveled so far. Blackhaven is no little village. At the northern base of the Boneway its stronghold keeps the unwanted out.

It has rained for almost 5 days with little rest from the clouds above. At times the wind force would speed the rain, and it would hurt when it struck the face or exposed hand.

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Mardax Kaldor has spent these last 5 days pushing forward to Blackhaven. At times staying off the road to avoid men and even some travelers for the worry that they are still after him. He has been silent with no one to speak too and nothing to do but walk and remember the fire of the burn farm house. And awakening to his dear companion missing. Mardax is hungry and weak, Not so that he couldn't defend himself, but a hot whole meal instead of scraps left behind at an old camp would be so satisfying at the moment.

At the mid-way point to the crest of a rocky hill the smoke of chimneys can be seem. It's almost noon as the sun breaks though the clouds. The rain has stop, like a sign from the havens, below the hill is a pleasant sight, .... it is the grey, muddy, wet, Blackhaven. Mardax is almost relieved, .... BUT .... from behind the sound of horses and wagons approach.

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The caravan from the west, .... The houses of The Reach are almost at Blackhaven, and for the first time in almost 10 years, three forces that have been at one time or another at arms and against each other are coming together to meet as equals, and without sword in hand. The rain has stopped and ahead is a weather beaten, somewhat ragged man, perhaps a solider or scout, ...... as the caravan gets closer, he looks somewhat surprised and worried at the sight of the so many, .... its not fear but something else.

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Within Blackhaven, the Dorne houses are enjoying the 'Old Lords' hospitalities, ... a bit of a rude man he may be, but the rest don't seem so bad. The oddest thing is the Old Lord's son Haryl (the current true lord), his wife Deria and their family have yet to greet them and the Dorne men and ladies are watched closely .... One most wonder what this means.

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Several scouts ride in and announce that the families of The Reach will be at Blackhaven with-in the hour.
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  Rain, most times welcomed, for its benefit to the crops, refreshing rivers and streams, and making clean the air and land. But the very thought of the word brought a curse to the lips, of the second son, of House Ashfield. The Gods had pissed a cities population worth upon those that traveled this mud field, called a road, these many days. Only with the dawn, did the sky offer  a change for the better, with the sun making a brief appearance.

 Mathys, with his squire Leon, that trailed at his side, had taken up a position in the advance guard of the caravan. He was wet,chilled,saddle sore, and just  plain bored with the whole journey. But it was nothing that a  warm hearth, decent wine, and the arms of  a buxom serving girl, could not set to rights. Ser Mathys was speaking with his Squire, as he rode along the muddy road, with several Knights of Ashfield. " By the Seven, Leon, I could drink a tavern dry, and hump a Sand Viper whore, by now. It will be good to get to our destination." He chuckled and tapped spurs to his horse, to take it into a canter ahead of the others.

 When Ser Mathys saw the lone man standing in the road, Mathys took his measure, as concerned if he was armed, and with what, type of garb, and body language. Next his eyes darted around the area, seeking potential enemies, hidden or otherwise. He slowed the horse to  walk, and removed the leather loop from his longsword, but did not draw it, not yet. Leon had his shield, so his coat of arms was evident to the stranger. He did not address the man, as it was common for the low born to offer respects to their betters.
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The trip was a terrible that had dropped Edric's spirits to a low. He had left Blue Hall riding high in the saddle, clad in his new plate armor, but with the ran had come grim tidings and his sister had fallen ill. Edric arose in the morning and donned his armor, ready to make the final push to Blackhaven. Riding in the middle of the caravan with his sister, Edric spirits had begun to lift as the rain began to stop and the sun started poking out from the clouds. Hopefully at Blackhaven offered better opportunities and more sound advice then the road had.

Seeing Mathys speed a head of the group, Edric kicked his own horse to speed up so that he might catch up with him. Edric slowed his horse too as he approached Mathys and the traveler, but said nothing, letting Mathys take the lead on this.

Ashara's easy morning turns a bit more active as Ashara strolls around Blackhaven some, interacting with the Dondarrions and seeing the castle. She tries to spend most of her time in the company of Cyra and Fatimah. "So, have the Stormlands been all you thought they would be?" she asks Cyra and Fatimah.

Grateful of the non-aggrivating company, Cyra gladly joined Ashara's company. The interaction with the Old Lord left a sour taste in her mouth in terms of Blackhaven nobility, and it left a frown on her normally pleasant face. But the line between her eyebrows began to smooth the longer she spent with both Cyra and Fatimah. But at Ashara's question, her frown returned and she shook her head, glossy black hair framing her face, "Land is storm, but people are storm more. No true lord has seen us. Eye of storm has yet to come." The good news was she was wearing dry clothes, and she wore her favorite yellow silk gown and and a maroon cloak. In comparison to he gloomy landscape the clothing looked strange.

Fatimah responds Well it certainly lives up to its name. Its stormy. Its people have stormy moods. Dark moods. But all in all they are nice enough.

Mardax was in slightly better moods seeing his destination down below.  The slight food he got from the scouts was a bit better then he had in days, and now he could finally get some real food and clean up.  Or, so he hoped...

When the sound of horses and wagons came from behind, he quickly darted around.  His hand went to his side, where his weapon hung.  He must have looked like hell, his armor covered in mud and dried blood, his face bruised, hair messed and caked with dirt.  Was when he saw three riders come ahead and approach him.  His eyes narrowed for a moment, when he saw their coat.

While far from a master of politics, he knew that the coat of arms belonged to no Dornish house, but one of the Reach.  His stance lessened slightly, though his eyes remained on who seemed to be the one in charge.

"Greetings, travelers from the Reach.  I don't suppose you have room for a Dornishmen heading to Blackhaven, do you?  I can pay, if it is required." No sense giving out his name unless he must... he had no idea how far, or deep, this conspiracy ran.

Ashara tends to her needlework as she chats with Fatimah and Cyra. "Yes, the weather was certainly as stormy as we hear and I'm glad to be out of it" Ashara says with a shake of her now-dry hair. She looks a bit worried at Cyra's other words. "Do you think us not seeing the lord yet is significant? I'm hoping he's just busy, but it could be a calculated insult, or something worse" she says quietly to Cyra and Fatima.
"Well, many of the stormlanders are very nice." Ashara replies to Fatimah. "And the old lord was very flattering to me" she adds, blushing. "But I didn't like the way they treated Cyra at all." she finishes softly so none of the Dondarrion's servants overhear them.
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    When the mud caked man spoke, it was as one equal to another. That, combined with his level of speech marked him as no robber. So Mathys came to what to his mind,was a logical conclusion. " Did whatever sway back, you rode finally die on you, Hedge Knight? You look like something that a cat would refuse to drag in." Mathys was not making a jape, even if it might sound like one. His facial expression was one of a frown. And the man's hand movement had not gone unnoticed, as evidenced by Mathys resting his hand on the handle of the hammer that was located in  a saddle scabbard. " Declare yourself, man of Dorne."
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Ser Hassan had made his appearance that morning wearing some thicker garb to protect against the harsh wind. It was a black doublet with sleeves slashed with lavender, the buttons up the doublet were seven pointed stars. His once longer hair appeared to be freshly cut, and his face trimmed and proper. This is what Ashara and Fatimah remember their Father/Uncle looking like when he was younger. Behind him stood Roland and Gerrin, Squire and Page respectively. Roland, Fatimah's younger brother appeared to be walking around in a set of full plate built for his size and a House Ravenhowe tabard. When the three approached Roland lifted his visor and waved a metal clad hand to the women. "Hello!" Hassan shook his head at his son slightly chuckling, "Good morning ladies, I hope you all slept quite well," he placed his hand on Roland's shoulder.


"Roland here has a big day ahead of him, lots of training, he was planning on entering the Squires Melee in King's Landing. I think he was planning to ask Miss Cyra Vyraes for a favor," it was at this point that Hassan was immediately cut off with a very huffy "DAD!!!" from Roland who's cheeks immediately turned red and his visor fell over his face. "Now I've gone and embarrassed him, I'm sorry my son." But Hassan's face was in a smile.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 8):

Cyra looked at Ashara somberly, but she smiled genuinely at the first words, "You truly innocent, my sweet sister." Her tone grew more grave and quieter as she spoke the next, "If we in Myr, no insult. Servants greet visitors, show them to rooms, allow guests to freshen, relax for hours. Then meet host leaving mud of road in laundry and bath. Is polite. Here, not so. If Lord Dondarian were at castle Kolwyn, he be greeted under hour by your father. Here, they send lecherous bleck man to welcome and true lord not even greet us break fast after. We take hospitality without leave to thank host proper."

She gave a moment to let the words sink in, but upon seeing Ser Hassan approach, Cyra whispered, "House Kolwyn been slapped in face."

Looking up at the approaching knight with sons in tow, Cyra allowed the severity to leave her features, leaving her posture and expression pleasant as ever. Though she did not know Hassan the way the other women did, it was hard to miss the difference a hair cut, shave, and knightly clothing made on the father. "Good morning sers. We slept wonderful, and appears you renewed by night, too." And to Roland and Hassan's exchange, Cyra smiled so that her eyes crinkled, but she held back a chuckle for Roland's sake. Looking between father and son, she put a hand over her heart, "I flattered. No knight or knight-to-be ever suggested desire for favor." She lifted her eyes to meet Roland's visor, the genuine smile still alight.

Mardax narrowed his eyes as the man spoke.  At first, he was rather angry, and his mouth turned inward towards a sneer.  But then, he suddenly went the other way, and started laughing.  After all, this man had no idea who he was, and hell, if he looked in a mirror, HE probably couldn't tell who he was.

After the short laughing fit was over, Mardax composed himself again, smirking at the man.  "I am no Hedge Knight.  However, forgive me if I say, the LAST time I said who I was, a group of men tried to murder me.  So i would prefer to be, somewhat anonymous.  However, I can tell you, that if you help me, I will see you are properly rewarded.  Or perhaps, if you give me your own name and house, I might be able to see if your connected to the people who have tried to kill me, and mayhaps trust might be earned."

 The horse Mathys rode, snorted and attempted to back peddle, as horses are want to do, from time to time. He reined it still,as he responded to the stranger  on the road. " You are a bold rascal, to make conditions,when you are asked something by a Knight. If I where an enemy of yours, we would not be speaking, but engaged in the dance of steel. I will not ask you again, Declare yourself."

Leon trots up besides Ser Mathys when then stranger gets confronted, ready to hand over the shield to his knight whenever things become violent.
He tries to peek past Ser Mathys to get a view of this muddy man out of pure curiosity, wondering who dares to speak like that to his knight.

Mardax looked at the man, smirking still, as the man spoke of not being his enemy, or if he were, he would be in a dance of steel. "Mayhaps you are not, because you know not who I am..."  He said, his face staring at the man, before he simply said.

"Besides, I do not need answer to knights, as you are beneath me.  I am Lord Mardax second son to Lord Reinard of House Kaldor.  Now, will you help me, or are you and your retinue going to delcare yourselfs enemys, and we can start that dance you spoke of."

His voice was stern, and rather harsh, as his eyes narrowed again.  His hand did tighten on his weapon, as like he said... last time he greeted with strangers, they tried to kill him.  Without Brindal, he wasn't going to take chances, and prepared himself, just in case.

Edric blood ran cold when the Dornish man started laugh. He knew his friend would not take the laughing fit lightly and now threat were being made. Mathys, we have orders from the King to make peace with the Dornish. Threats will not accomplish that.

Edric attention then turned to the disheveled man on the road. Lord Kaldor, please excuse my friend. While he has no love for the Dornish, I can guarantee that we don't wish you harm. I am Ser Edric Neumann of Blue Hall, second son to Lord Henry Neumann, and this is Ser Mathys Ashfield and his squire Leon. If you require a horse to ride then you can borrow my spare til we reach Blackhaven since it seems we are headed to the same place.

 When  Edric spoke for him, Mathys glared at his friend, words would be spoken between them about this, oh never fear. But now was not the time. He returned his attention to the self proclaimed Lord of Dorne. " As my companion has told you, I am Ser  Mathys of  House Ashfield. Since you claim to be a Lord, then it is a Lord you shall meet and we shall then see." Mathys turned to his Squire. "Leon, ride to my Lord Father,and inform him we have met a Lord Of Dorne, that requests hospitality of him. I shall fetch his " Lordship" to him forthwith. Make haste." Mathys was not convinced this man was as he claimed, but dammit, Edric was correct, even if he was an interloper in Mathys  business.  They had to make nice with the Dorne. He would rather impale one then break bread, but a Royal command,was a Royal command.
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Ashara smiles back at Cyra. “Thank you, that’s very kind.” She pauses in her sewing as she considers Cyra’s whisper, looking worried, but she doesn’t have time to say anything before her Uncle arrives.
Ashara looks a bit shocked at the years her uncle has lost. She smiles brightly on seeing Roland. She sets aside her needlework, rises and curtsies to him. "Good morning, squire Roland!" she greets him cheerfully. "I slept well, uncle" she says pleasantly enough, but without the warmth she would usually show him; she's still mad about the way he treated Bron.
“I wish you the best of fortune in your training and at the Melee, Roland. I’ll pray to the warrior for you” she says warmly and holds in her giggles when Hassan reveals he is planning to ask Cyra for her favor. Smiling brightly, she says “Every maiden dreams of a knight or knight to be asking for her favor.”

Mardax watched as another man rode forward, and spoke.  A man more diplomatic then the other his eyes watched the pair.  So, they were headed to the same place by royal command.  He was curious if his own family had made it here yet.

As the one introduced the pair, and the squire, he relaxed a bit.  The houses of the Reach had always been... coridal at best, but at least they were known enemys of Dorne at times.  It was bad, when he was willing to put more trust in a House of the Reach, then people of his own land.

At the offer of a horse, he shook his head. "Thank you, no.  Me and horses... don't get along. Water would be good, and possibly a spot on the wagon.  Otherwise, I can walk and keep up.  Prefer it that way.  Also, something to clean up my armor a tad, and you will see my houses Sigil, to give a bit more.. Credit, to who I claim, since I don't believe you think I am who I say." His eyes were gazed at Mathys when he said that.  The way he spoke was all he needed to know the man didn't believe him.  But, at least, it helped him trust them to not be part of the plan to kill him.

  Mathys wheeled his horse around to face towards the caravan. " It is not me that you must convince, but my Father, Lord Ascar. I shall escort you to him, " My Lord." Those last two words, they bespoke of  Mathys skeptical view on this matter. But  he would bide his time for the truth to be revealed.

Edric dismounted his horse and retrieves his water-skin from the saddle, handing it to Mardax. Yes let us return to the caravan so we can get this mess straighten out so we can finally get on our way. He says in an agitated tone. I for one just want to reach the warmth of Blackhaven and cleanse my body of this cold and judging by the looks of you I sure you want the samething, but if me must present you in front of Lord Ascar than so be it. Mathys might of forgotten, but your House is potential trade partner with our Houses. We meet your brother Garin a couple fortnights ago at Poppy Hall right before we left to come here.

     Being a third born son left Rikard with plenty of time to do as he will, and he had spent most of it before this journey exploring the woods back home.  Now, he wished nothing more than to be with his father's scouts rather than riding with his family, but apparently his father had other ideas as to where his son should be and so Rikard let his mind wander as his horse plodded along.  As he mused, it was very clear to those around him that his thoughts were as gloomy as the weather.
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Mardax nodded his head, and got himself a drink from the skin provided.  So, he would have to meet with their Lord Father, which really, would be fine.  He knew who he was, even if.. he didn't look it at the moment.

When Ser Edric mention Garin, Mardax looked over at him with a smile.  "Good, he is still alive then.  How did he fare?  Was he well?"  he asked, looking on over at him for a moment, before taking another sip.  "And it is fine.  Meeting the Lord is a wise precaution.  After all, I am sure I hardly look the lord at the moment.  And.. Dorne and the Reach have always had.. and interesting relationship.  Animosity is something that one grows used to.  This new world of Unification is an interesting one."

He thought on his brother, and wondered if his men had made it to his brothers side.

Your brother was well when he left. He had a run in with Vernon Steiner, but the situation was defused. He did kill one of House Steiner's men so we sent him with an escort to Blackhaven. You will hopefully see him soon, but for now lets introduce you. Edric grabbed the reins of his horse and walked back with Mardax to the caravan. When they finally make it back to Lord Ascar Edric speaks up first. Lord Ascar, this is Lord Mardax Kaldor.

 Mathys all but snarled at Edric, when he dared speak to his father before he could. The urge to strike his friend was almost overwhelming, but he gained control of himself. "He claims to be a Lord of Dorne, father. It is for you to decide the validity of this claim....... And no one else. " these last words where said thru clenched teeth,as he glared at Edric.
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Leon acknowledged the order of his knight with a quick "Yes, Ser!" while putting the shield away. It seems as things wouldn't get violent anytime soon here.
So he was speeding off as quick as he can. He might be not of much use otherwise but he sure is a decent rider and a swift messenger, making sure to give his best when such opportunities arise.

The last words he heard from the stranger still were concerning him though. "A man who is not good with horses can't be such a good man...

Bron awoke from the common rooms along with the rest of the men. He cleaned up fairly well, as they expected House Kolwyn's men to look presentable. A quick soaking via some cold water, a bit of scraping of the beard, a herb for his breath and he was ready to go. After insuring Sundancer was cared for, he prepared to follow whatever orders they had for him. No doubt Ashara would be too busy with all the noble folk to spare any time. Just as well, really-he still had not finished his note.

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 25):

"Well Matrhy's what if he is the Lord of Dorne? ... What then, do we apologies for your rudeness. Boy sometimes I think you may serve us better on the front then as my son. Maybe I should force you to take 'The Black' and be done with you?"

"Unfortunately your mother would most likely cut of my manhood as I slept so your safe for now." "Come, you to Rikard, ..." Lord Ascar Ashfield mounts his horse and heads over to the wagon were Mardax is waiting.

Speaking firmly to Mardax, .... his voice sounds off, as if he was questioning you rather then speaking formalities. "I understand you claim to be Mardax Kaldor son of Lord Regenard Kaldor, Prince of the Pass?"


OOC: Mardax AWARENESS test (10), roll before you post.
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 When Lord Ascar scolded Mathys, he felt his face flush, for his father's and his twin where the only two opinions of him that mattered, to the second son." Father, what you call rudeness, is what am call being wary. A dirty,ragged man,standing in the middle of road, claims to be a Lord. I handled the situation as I thought best." But as the last word slipped off his tongue, Mathys knew it was a wasted effort. His father had already made up his mind upon the matter. So the young knight fell in next to Lord Ascar for the short ride back.
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In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 29):

With no one listening he speak kindly to his son "Yes, very well then perhaps I would have done the same. He does look like a mess."
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Mardax listened to Ser Edric, as he talked about the confrontation with Vernon Steiner, and his mood soured some.  His eyes darkened, but a small smirk crossed his lips when he said that his brother had killed one of Steiner's men.  But he remained silent for now.


When introduced, he bowed his head to Lord Ascar, but when the lord started to speak, he smirked some.  With a shake of his head, he looked at Lord Ascar.  "No, my Lord.  I never claimed to be son of Regenard Kaldor.  Unless their are more Kaldor's then I am aware, such a man does not exist.  I am son of Lord, Prince Reinard Kaldor of Kaldor Tower & Guardian of the Prince's Pass, since you were trying to add in his titles."

His eyes locked on with Lord Ascar as he spoke, showing the man that he was being formal, but the test, while possibly necessary, wasn't appreciated.  Nor was the mispronunciation of his fathers name.

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 31):

Lord Ascar breaks out with a laugh, then smiling with a reply, .... "You are a Lord Prince's son and well spoke to add. Well my son Mathy's I think you should speak the words that are stinging a little, because this man seems to be who he claims, who else could he be if not himself."

"Ser Eric lets continue and extend to the young lord of Kaldor our hospitalities, as best as we can. We should see Blackhaven within the hour." He turns his horse to heads back too, from which he came. "Rikard stay with your brother, and try to keep him out of trouble."

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Mardax smiled a bit at Lord Ascar, and nodded.  "Well, diplomacy is one weapon I usually wield fairly well, my lord.  I thank you for the hospitality and lift to Blackhaven.  Hopefully, my family has beaten me there." 

He gave a smug look to Mathys, as his father told him to speak the words, seeming to wait and relish the words that would come.

    It's not until his father says his name a second time that Rikard is shaken out of his morose reverie.  With some hesitation he calls out, "Yes father?" while spurring his mount forward.  As he approaches he looks about with more than a little confusion but says nothing, hoping his father doesn't realize that he has no idea what he is suppose to do.
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 When Lord Ascar made words that Mathys should ask Mardax's pardon, his frown deepened,is such was possible. " My Lord Father, I did what  I thought good sense, in the matter of my treatment of Lord Kaldor. Until recently, he was the enemy, a worthy one to be sure,but still the enemy. I cannot shift my attitudes when  I encounter a Warrior of Dorne, overnight.   I think with all things considered, I acted appropriately." Mathys expression then become stoic, but he did nod to Mardax,as one Knight might when greeting another.

Yes M'Lord, I will show Lord Mardax to an open seat on one of the carts as he has requested. After showing Mardax a place to sit, Edric remounts his horse and takes his place at the front of the column. Donning his helmet, Edric want to make sure he looked impressive  and formidable to the lords of both Dorne and the Stormlands.

Time Pass
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Mardax in truth did no fault the knight for his questioning.  After all, he hardly looked the stuff of lords.  Under the grime was once a fine set of clothes, but the only thing he still had of any lordly value was his castleforged steel.

He continued to smirk, but nodded to the knight.  "Do not fault him my lord.  Other then being a bit abrassive, he did well by you.  I am sure in time, with this new peace and brotherhood we are finally joining, me and your son might be good friends."

Mardax had a way with words, and then followed Edric to the cart, where he quickly hopped on.  Then, he went to work trying to clean some of the worst grim off him and his outfit.  He didn't wish to be seen by his family like this... or worse, Ashara.

 Well, the current drama having been concluded, Mathys looked at his younger brother. "Well  Rikard, we are nearly at our destination. Wine, women and song. Did I mention women?" He said with a smirk upon his lips,as he winked to his younger brother. Mathys enjoyed teasing Rikard, because he tended to be on the reserved side. " Now remember,brother, you bed wenches, not sheep. We are guests after all." Laughter followed the jape.

     Letting his horse lead the way, Rikard lets out a deep, resigned sigh at his older brother's joke while regarding him with an incredulous eye.  Not even cracking a smile, Rickard replies in a matter-of-fact tone, "Unlike some, I've never been so drunk as to not know the difference between the two, brother."
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In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 11):

Roland smiled at Lady Vyraes after lifting his visor, "Well it would be my honor to carry your favor at the tournament my lady." Though only 14 he did look on the brawnier side, he had the build of a knight, and at 5'6" he has not finished growing. Roland puffed out his chest to make himself appear as tall as possible.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 18):

Seeing the look of shock Hassan chuckled, "See a ghost from your past Ashara?" He rubbed his jawline with his hand, "Aislin though I was growing to look too much like the mountain men of the north, said it was not becoming, and that she did not marry a northern barbarian, she was quite insistent upon that."

Ashara giggles uncontrollably, her uncle's appearance bringing back pleasant memories of her childhood. "Maybe I have. You've dropped years, uncle. It makes me feel like a little girl again." She looks mock-worried. "Like you are about to chase down me and Jadis after we get in trouble yet again."

His explanation, though, brings back present circumstances. She shrugs. "I guess I'm different from Aunt Aislin. I rather like the northern barbarian look."

She looks over at Roland. "Soon to be a knight. They grow up so fast, uncle..."

Bron watched the set up for the tournament. He noticed the black eagle above him, sitting on one of the high towers. Sundancer's powerful eyes seem to be peering at something below, and the bird fanned out its wings, as if ready to dive. Only when Bron looked carefully at the beast did it seem to reconsider.

He followed the raptor's gaze, and wondered what could be antagonizing him so. Then he saw...Ashara and her uncle, speaking together. He looked back up at the bird. Was it just an animal? Did it pick up on his feelings? Was it something altogether different? He did not know. What he did feel was the powerful mix of contrary emotions as he too watched Ashara and her uncle.

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 10):

I actually spent half the night turning my guts out. Most of it did end up in the chamber pot so the servants shouldn't be too mad. Fatimah says breathing somewhat heavily. Actually lets think of nicer things. Can I just assume it would be tacky to give myself my own favor at the melee?

Ashara smiles indulgently. "Oh, Fatimah, that would be very tacky indeed. But you have no need to do so. You are a very pretty young lady, if you'll just let me fix your hair and pick out the right dress for you the young men of Dorne and the North will be falling all over themselves to ask for your favor."

Mardax listened to the two brothers speak about bedding sheep, shaking his head.  Well, what can one expect from Reachmen anyway?  He continued to clean himself up, as best he could, but was always looking around when they started again towards Blackhaven, as if looking for someone.


Time Passes?
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Time passes

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 42):

"Ashara surely you can do better then that," Hassan said with a smile at her as he turned to address his daughter. "Perhaps a Knight will ask for your favor, after which you will force his back into the sand, so to speak," Hassan placed his hand on Roland's Shoulder he smiled up at his dad.
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Ashara sighs, exasperated. "We need to talk, uncle. Privately."

It was then that Ashara heard the voice of her Aunt ring from off the hall, "I concur Ashara; We do need to talk." Aislin looked at the other two women, one being her daughter. "Pardon us ladies," she bowed her head gently. She guided Hassan and Ashara to another more private forum.


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To a Private thread.

Ashara curtsies to her aunt and follows along after her. "Please excuse me, Cyra, Fatimah."

Time passes

Time passes.

Old Lord Dondarrion and Ser Ackley Selmy approach the table to where the Dorne quests sit and eat. Cariel the old lord places his hand on Ser Hassan’s shoulder, “So it seems the Reachers have arrived, it be best we get ready for them, …. Let your men know to keep their weapons put away regardless of what’s said, …. My son will favor them and it will be in your lord’s, best interest.” Cariel walks away to sit and finish his breakfast.

Ser Ackley Selmy follows just behind his lord and quickly speaks “your house and your Lord Perro’s house can call Cariel, Old lord an ally when you find enemies among the thorns of Flowers” he just as quickly walks away to catch up to his lord.

OOC: Players at Blakhaven may make one post freely, …. I recommend making it long and end it with being where you want to be when the Reachers arrive or I will take it that you do not greet them at all/

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The procession from The Reach continues down the muddy road to Blackhaven. It seems that the people were aware of their arrival and many of the small folk have gathered on the main road. It is a much different welcome then the Dorne had received, maybe it was the weather or timing, regardless they seem to be warmer to the east then the south.

Lord Haryl, Lady Deria and their children have also come out of their castle to greet their new guests. They stand at the foot end of the road before the points were no outsider may pass.

A ragged bunch of older veteran warriors stand behind Old Lord Dondarrion and Ser Giles Herston. Menara Dondarrion and her husband Osgred Selmy are also amoung them.

Standing with Lord Haryl Dondarrion is his personal guards The BlackBolts, with Ser Ackley Selmy at their head. The BlackBolts are in purple and black, the house colors and well-armed with good quality armor.

OOC: Players in the group of The Reach may post from the point of the arrival of Blackhaven and with the greeting of the lord to Blackhaven and these surrounding land.

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Yeah that would be tacky Maybe if I win I could ask a handsome knight to take my favor? I'll think of something. Fatimah says as she is leaving to give them privacy. On the way to her room to get ready for the Reachers, she plans out what to wear Okay, I definitely heard that the men would have weapons so I obviously shouldn't go without, but what about armor? I suppose the goal is fitting in... if I'm the only one with armor I'll look a bit bloodthirsty. But I'll look less than serious if I'm all dressed up when everyone is ready to fight. Hmm... I'll dress up. I bet I can play off that easier. Okay now how to dress up. The outdoor dress. That should work here.

The dress Fatimah is designed for the searing sand and sun of Dorne, not the outdoors of the Stormlands. The dress is light, white, loose and covers Fatimah, while still showing some of her form. Since the goal is to keep the sun off it has a hood (worn down now) it covers her skin. The skirts are part of the reason she likes it. Essentially two skirts with one slit down the sides and one slit down the middle the end result is that movement remains fairly free, but it keeps the sun off her legs.

Fatimah then belts the sword on her back and tries to find Ashara to greet the Reachers with her.

OOC: Am I supposed to say time passes? Anyway this is my "greet the reachers" post.

Pella had insisted that Mara remain iin bed. Mara was still weak from the chills, and weak from the letter Squire Leon had delivered. She had known when Thorin left that day; he would not return. He had started the work, but he had left her alone to bear its burden. She would ride proudly into Blackhaven. She had been in court long enough how to to do her make up in a way that hid her condition. She pulled out her one of her finer gowns of Emerald colored silk. Should rode tall on her white Palfrey, she was Lady Mara of House Neumann, and even though she was not a queen she would conduct herself with all the dignity of one. As she passed the many small folk, she waved and smiled kindly. They were who Thorin truly died for. To bring them peace and safety.

Bron watches Ashara head off with her aunt. Needless to say, the last thing he needed for her aunt to see was him following her around and then raise a fuss. No doubt even his eyes upon her niece was too much of an offense.

The worst part of it all is he could not speak to her at all. He enjoyed the playful banter they had-and it had been harmless. Bron was not stupid-he knew what Ashara's future held...not him. It did not mean he had to like it however.

In the meantime he would work out a way to get into contact with her, and then he could feel at least he had made an effort. That way she would know there would never be any hard feelings between them.

In the meantime, he would stay 'on duty'. It may be dull, but at least the pay would be good. Assuming they paid him at all...
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 With their objective close, Mathys had his Squire Leon,clean and shine his armor and leather goods, so he might make a good impression upon arrival. His scale was gleaning in the limited sunlight that broke from the clouds. His helmet had a plume in it, for the occasion, and his shield was held so all could see his coat of arms. Lance held in an upright position,as he trotted past the throngs of the small folk. Mathys had taken the position of honor at is Father's right side in the column, as the most senior son present,

 As they moved along, the second son of House Ashfield's attention kept moving to both sides of the road,ever alert for any potential danger, either to his father or himself. His expression most serious and dignified, He looked every inch,a young God of War, come down to honor the mortals,so they might bask in his glory.

     In his well-used leathers and rough-shaven continence, Rikard looked more like a servant or sell-sword than a son as he continued to ride near his older brother per their father's instructions;  his blatant discomfort at being near the front was obvious to all.  He too swept the surrounding country-side for any sign of trouble towards those they traveled with.
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Mardax sat in the Wagon, having cleaned himself up as best he could given the circumstances.  He needed a proper bath, and some not road worn clothes, but he was at least not caked in dirt and sand anymore.  Someone was going to pay, for that he was certain, but for now, he just tried to make himself look as presentable as possible.

After all, from what he had gathered from talks of these Reachers, this was where everyone was meeting before moving on to Kings Landing and this wedding.  So, he wanted to set a good example as possible to these others, after all, it was their lands that were getting to marry into the royal line.

Ser Hassan and the knights of House Ravenhowe may as well have looked like they were on parade. There were 11 knights present with armor freshly polished, two banners hung behind them. One was the Banner of House Ravenhowe proper, and the second was a Raven's talons, on a field of purple. The Raven's Claws all had their own custom Heraldry upon their shield, reflecting who they were while also indicating what Noble houses they originally hailed from, members of House Steiner, Dayne, Kaldor and Ravenhowe filled their ranks. Judging by the stillness in which they stood they were all quite disciplined.



OOC NOTE: Those characters who care to roll Knowledge History with a Routine Difficulty of 6, because it is fairly recent history. Know that the Raven's Claws were the knights that Ser Hassan Ravenhowe and his Brother Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe led in a charge that broke and routed the Targaryen vanguard. Turning what would have been a significant loss on Dorne's part into a victory.

Edric rode behind the Ashfield entourage. He was their guest and they deserved the attention and tobe in the front. Riding next to he sister, he was taken aback by the attention she was giving the small folk. To Edric they were just common people that could care less about him, but his sister was treating them as if she was there lady, as if they had know who she was all their life.

Riding into the castle's courtyard, Edric attention was drawn to the well organized Raven Claws. He had come to admire them and their bravery. Their charge against the Crown's vanguard was know throughout Westeros and had made them the stuff of legends. If only he could form the Blue Lance into such a respectable.

Removing his helmet and pushing his mangled hair out of his eyes, he position his horse slightly behind Pella such that the Ashfield's were still in front, but still making himself noticeable. He look less for wear after the long travel on the rode and it was clear he would need to clean himself up. He waited patiently for one of the lords to speak.

Ashara returns from her talk with her uncle and takes a moment to fix her hair and adjust her dress before returning to meet up with Fatima and Cyra. She chatters to them, trying to take her mind off her serious discussion with her aunt and uncle.

Ashara curtsies to Cariel when he talks to them and replies "I thank you for telling us, my lord." When he and Ser Selmy have gone, she turns to Cyra and Fatima. "It's been a long time since I've met anyone from the Reach. Not since the invasion, and I was only ten back then. And we were hardly friendly to them." She turns to Cyra, who might not know about the invasion. "In less than a year, the Young Dragon, ruler of the Six Kingdoms, conquered Dorne. It didn't last, but at the time it seemed like it might last forever" she explains. "It was a frightening time. Even more so for me, because I was young and had trouble understanding the politics and battles. To my younger self, King Daeron seemed impossibly powerful and menacing" she says, her voice soft and contemplative. She smiles at her uncle. "I used to get so scared. But my uncle and my father always reassured me."
"Despite everything, I'm curious to meet them. It should be a much happier meeting, now that we're not at war."
She smiles brightly at Cyra and Fatimah. "Come on, my dear sisters! Let's go see." she says cheerfully. She heads off to see the Reach nobles as them arrive. She looks poised and lovely, in an orange dress of Vyraes silk and lace decorated with her family's coat of arms.

She smiles warmly at Bron if she sees him.

Bron tries to hide-which is silly. Like Ashara wanted to hurt him or something. However, he feels his head turn-almost against his will-and smile back at her. I am so stupid. He thinks to himself. He half expected her blasted uncle to charge forth and start trying to kill him again. What he should do is pretend not to notice, or cheer at her passing like no doubt others would. Or maybe just lower his gaze.

However-Bron did not play those games. He had lived in a place where people where truly free to express whatever they felt. True, they where also free  to starve and freeze to death-but they relished life. Bron wondered if he would ever see the place he had been born in. A place that sometimes called to him. He could wear the lightest of clothes, and not feel the chill at all.

He wished he could show Ashara his home. He had told her about it of course, but he lacked the words to fully describe the place. While others had said the southerners where so fragile their blood would freeze in their veins-he knew better. He had swam with her in the ocean, making sure she got to land safely. She did not complain, nor give up, nor scream in terror. She had hidden steel under her features of silk...

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He said, shaking his head. He must be sick, making up bad poetry about a woman.
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They have reached the courtyard and the Marcher Lords begin their greeting with their new guests.

Their is another unknown family that stand beside Lord Haryl and his family. They are all very well dressed, a well aged man, a woman who seems to be his wife and four children that all look very much like brother and sisters. Lord Ascar has a grin like he just had his first women and smiles at the lady and her children. Before even greeting the lord he greets the lady, "Lady Vaira I can not say how good it is to see you again after so many years, .... Sister you do look well." "My apologies Lord Haryl, ... very rude of me." Lord Ascar dismounts. "It has been just as long since we have see each other." The lord helps his lady and walks over to shake his hand properly, one warrior to another. "And these fine lords and ladies, .... they do look fit, most be of their fathers blood, ..... Good looking children Lady Dondarrion they have your beauty and his strength." As he slightly bows to them.

OOC: Mind you all from House Ashfield you have no idea about Lord Ascar's sister, and have never meet her, ever, and he has never spoken about her ever. But perhaps Lady Iliria, has knowledge of her, but she too never spoke of Vaira.

OOC: I still have more interact to post if you want to wait but everyone is welcomed to reply to the above.

Blackhaven's Courtyard


With the storm over, the ground is still muddy, but the sun is strong today and it’s starting to dry out the ground. The structure is old and well maintained. There are no real military features to this area and it’s not the castle proper.
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Aislin who was standing with her daughter looked over the crowd and had an alarmed look upon her face at the new comers. The woman clad in orange, moved through the group of nobles toward her husband and began pointing out Mardax. "Didn't his father say he was missing?" she asked with a look of alarm on her face.


19:40, Today: Aislin Ravenhowe rolled 22 using 6d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,5,5,2,1,4. Awareness . (Enough to pass a heroic test holy crap she sees EVERYTHING!!!!)

Ser Hassan looked just as surprised as she was that Mardax was in the custody of the Reachmen. The group of knights were quick to act as they marched through the mud directly towards Mardax.  Passing through the back and toward the cart that Mardax was in to avoid interrupting the pleasantries of the lord, but the eleven knights mobilizing was not unnoticed. The group approached Mardax, and was prepared to level spears should any of their Knights try to stop them. "Mardax, are you okay!" he heard the familiar voice of his cousin speak through the helmet with a sense of urgency in his voice.

Mardax was still trying to clean himself up, but the tears and bloodstains would not come out.  He shook his head, as he heard some cheers and jeers as the Reachmen entered.  Then he heard a slight commotion, and looked over hearing his cousins voice.  He nodded his head to the Reachmen, but jumped out of the cart, and stood up.

"Yes cousin, I am alright.  These fine men were helping me on the last leg of my journey here.  They were kind enough to offer food and water and a lift."  He again nodded to the Reachmen. "Thank you for your hospitality.  I hope to see you all again soon." 

With that, he went over to his cousin. "Glad to see you safe.  Sorry for my dishoveled state.  Weeks on the road and over the dunes takes a toll.  Is my father and brother here by chance?"  He asked, nodding his head to his cousin, who could easily see the bloodstain and by his shoulder, and the blade marks on his hard leather.

In reply to Aislin Ravenhowe (msg # 68):

As she looks around at the approaching Reachers, she notices much. For one, their colors, and individual sigils, It seems that House Ashfield has left the first born home on this important trip to Kings Landing. And they travel with their well-known ally, House Neumman.  Also it seems that the Lady Mara Neumann is not well but and is hiding it. She shows her strength and she is a true noble women.

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House Dondarrion has an interesting dynamic, the young lord has taken his father place but they seem to both rule, and not together. The house is almost divided but yet they know there roles and play them well. Hearing the exchange she now realizes there is a marriage relation between these houses, making it all even more uncomfortable and she understands why they had a different meet and greet for them.

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 70):


"I'm afraid not Mardax, we had just received a report from him that you had gone missing," he said as he looked him over and saw the sword wound near his shoulder. "Seems that some one ran you through... Bandits?" he asked with concern in his voice. "You do not need to apologize for your appearance Mardax, you've been through quite an ordeal, we'll see to it that you get a proper bath and some clothes. I believe Lord Perros brought his Maester on the journey. We'll have to send message to your father immediately."

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 72):

Mardax looked a bit dismayed by that news, but quickly composed himself once again.  However, his cousin could see the fire, and vengence that was burning behind his eyes.  People would pay.  But now was not the time, no.  There was still much he did not know.

When asked about the wound, he looked down at it, before looking back up.  He just smirked a bit, but leaned in.  The smirk was a ruse, it was bad news.  After whispering to his cousin, he then went back and nodded.  "Well, that would be good I hope.  Some things still.. bother me though."

Fatimah stays close to Ashara, staying beside her and doing her best to look like a Dornish noblewoman should. Back straight, looking level and so forth. Mardax is okay. Guess that was a lot of worry over nothing, but thank the gods he's all right. Fatimah keeps to herself questions about what did happen, its still all very strange.

It was a relief to see Mardax all right, even thought he looked little like the well dressed noble Ashara had nearly danced with at Kolwyn Hold. Ashara nods to Fatimah. "Glad to see him all right, but we don't know yet why he was missing to begin with. It's unlikely to mean anything good" she whispers to her cousin, before walking forward to her uncle's side. She curtsies to Mardax. "Mardax, it's a great relief to see you again. I had heard you were missing, and I was afraid" Ashara says, relieved.

What ever it was Mardax told him, had him concerned fortunately he was wearing a helmet other wise his face may reveal his surprise. "Well you're safe now, We'll insure you get back to your father safely, where were you headed?"

"Ser Edric Neumann?" Lord Haryl walks up to Eric, then looks over at Mathys, "Ser Mathys Ashfield?" He gives a chuckle, "So it seems the houses travel far but leave they prize home, .... all the first born sons seem missing,....."

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'Old Lord Dondarrion' Haryl's father has an excite look on his face, He was much younger and before their families allowed their children to marry they were enemies on the battle field. In fact they were bitter rivals at many things which ended with the command of House Targaryen, demanding the two houses end there indifferences by a marriage. Cariel Dondarrion knows all these houses well, in fact much better than his son, yet he seems much more interested in making good on the Kings request to join in peace. "Good to have all these houses in one place so historic. We all spilled blood for our people and king. Yet we all stand unit under one kingdom and under our king and with the ‘Seven’." “House Ashfield, … House Neumann allow we to introduce House Kolwyn and House Ravenhowe." He then begins to introduce everyone by name. For an old goat he still has his mind.

Mardax nodded lightly, when suddenly he saw Ashara.  He gave her a bow, looking at her.  "I am glad to see you safe as well, my lady.  Please excuse my attire.  The road was dirtier then I thought it would be.  I do believe I still owe you a dance."

He turned to his cousin with a nod, but did not speak, as Old Lord Dondarrion began introductions between the four houses.  Historic day indeed, but he was not here for that reason.  Was a good cover, but it might make finding his friend, and the man he set out to find in the first place, harder.  For now, he had to wait.  He wasn't in any condition to do much of anything though he put on a brave face.  He was tired.

Mara turns and nods to Lord Haryl. "House Neumann  thanks you for the welcome. My father and Brother have great faith in the abilities of House Neumann's younger son. You will see that Ser Edric is capable enough, and to make a good showing for our family both on the Tourney Field and in Court. " She was often amaze that these great warrior that were so brave on the field could not find their tongues when courtesy was demanded.

Bron is proceeding to check on the the grounds for security purposes. While House Kolwyn is honored guests, they still would be expected to have their own guards. For appearances, and not to insult the hosts of course. That being said, Bron was not ready to totally trust anyone. He had to keep an eye on the members of House Kolwyn. Although the any possible danger to them most likely would not come from enemy forces...

"I thank you, there were some frightening moments on the trip, but I was kept quite safe. And you are entirely forgiven, my lord" Ashara tells Mardax warmly. She blushes slightly when Mardax mentions their dance. "I haven't forgotten."

She curtsies formally to the Ashfields and Neumann when the old lord introduces her to the other houses. "Greetings from Dorne. It's a pleasure to meet you all. May the Seven bless you" she says courteously, hoping to make a good impression.

 As the procession entered the courtyard. Mathys had the look of a cornered animal seeking a way out. His eyes darted from here to there, taking the measure of the place. Despite the brash,and oft times vulgar tongue of the Knight, his mind was a calculating one, in the short term. To him, the world was a tactical display in a constant state of flux.

 He had made a promise to himself, for the sake of his House's honor to  keep his natural nature in check, or as much as he could. The Gods knew he meant well. These thoughts  vaporized as his vision snapped to the group of spear armed soldiers that marched towards his House's procession. His hand went to the hilt of his word, and flipped off the leather loop from the hilt. " Men of Ashfield, look to your Lord." Mathys moved to the side of his father and made ready for whatever came to pass.

 When it became obvious that it was some sort of honor guard for the Dornish Lord they had picked up upon the road,  Mathys felt less concern, but remained on guard. He was still in battle mode,and guarded his father,never leaving his side for the time being.
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Ser Ackley Selmy approaches Ser Mathys, "You are amongst friends, not need to be so zealous.”

Lord Haryl also sees Mathys reaction, …. Speaking in general to all the lords and ladys present, “On behave of Hosuse Dondarrion you are all here at the request and service to the king, we extend to you the Guest Right. Come to our halls and partake & share salt and wine.”

Fatimah follows Ashara's lead in curtsies to the other Houses. She turns to Mara to ask her a question, probably a poor attempt to make small talk. Shall Ser Edric be partaking in the Melee at the tourney? When Mathys reacts Fatimah's hand moves up, closer to her swords hilt, but she let's it drop when it seems there was no danger, only an over reaction.

"My Brother favors the sword. I believe he plans on demonstrating his skill."  She turns towards Ser Mathys. "Do you see how we converse. No threats just pleasantries trying to find a common ground. You have claimed you respect the the Dorne, but each time we meet one your temper zealously marches on further separating everyone's efforts to make peace. Ladies if there is time while we are her; I invite each you to join me in tea."

 The second son, of House Ashfield remained stoic of expression,as he remained at his fathers side. He  nod acceptance to the Lord that spoke to him, and he removed his hand from his sword and slipped the loop over the hilt. " I do my duty,as I see it needs be done. Let the Seven decide if it is well done of me." And with those words, he fell silent.

Ashara gently puts a hand on Fatima's arm when Fatima begins to reach for her sword. "I thank you for your hospitality, my lord" she says to Lord Haryl when he extends the guest right to those present.

She smiles warmly at Mara. "Thank you my lady, you are very kind. I accept your most gracious offer. I'm hope we'll become good friends. May I ask your name?"

She gives Mathys a friendly look as well, trying to calm him down. "Your attention to duty and faith does you credit, ser." she tells him.

Edric gave Mathys a confused look at the news of Lord Ascar's  sister. After spending most his life at Poppy Hall, not once has Edric seen or heard about her. His attention was brought back to the situation at hand at the voice Lord Haryl. Lord Haryl, my brother found himself to occupied to make the trip to King's Landing, but do not worry because my sister is the true pride of the house.

Hearing his name spoke by the ladies, Edric dismounted his horse and made his way over to his sister and the ladies of Dorne. Why yes, I do hope I can bring honor to my family in the melee and joust. His attention was drawn to Fatimah's sword. I see you are well armed, do you perhaps tend to enter the melee also Lady... Edric let his voice trail off so she might give her name.

In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 88):

"Well said Ser Edric, she is a beauty, .... a delicate flower, and I was told a sting like a bee from the tales of court."  He smiles, Lord Haryl seems to be enjoying the rally of comments as if he was playing a game and is entertained with the conversation.


Lord haryl over hears melee and joust, ..... "Now that I would enjoy greatly, I heard Aemon Targaryen the 'Dragonknight' was entering, ... I would find it so entertaining if he was beaten by a women, .... I mean it's not to say you have any less talent then he," he speaks slowly the words, almost nourishing in what he says "but the comments at court would be just delightful if you beat him."

"I'm sure you will give a good accounting of yourself, ser" Ashara says politely to Ser Edric when he mentions he is taking part in the tournament.

"This is my dear cousin, the lovely Lady Fatimah Ravenhowe, heir to House Ravenhowe" Ashara introduces Fatimah proudly. My, Ser Edric is handsome. I wonder if his interest in Fatimah is really about tournaments.

"The Dragonknight? He's said to be quite the fighter." Ashara says to Lord Haryl. While she has faith in her cousin, the Dragonknight was a very famous knight and unlikely to be taken down by a young competitor like Fatimah.

Mardax remained silent as the others spoke around him.  He did not wish to draw attention to himself at the moment, given his state, and they were talking about a tournament.  He was not one for displays of martial prowess.  While he could hold his own against ruffians and common soldiers, skilled fighters would rip him apart.  He learned that the hard way, from Brindal...

He closed his eyes, and fought back lashing out in rage that he felt.  How could Brindal fall, and why in such a stupid way?   Sucha  meaningless way.... but.. he might have gotten away?  But why leave him then?  What of the family?  WHY?

He listened as they spoke about the dragonknight, and their prowess vs him.  But his mind was still muddled with the last week.  He deepened his breathing, trying to calm down, stepping behind one of the Ravenhowe knights so he wasn't in direct sight of the other houses currently, growling lightly.

When Ashara puts her arm on Fatimah's and Fatimah realizes their is no danger, just some people on edge she mumbles an apology and puts her hand back down.

Fatimah curtsies to Ser Edric, as her mind turns to the Melee Lady Fatimah of Ravenhowe, and indeed I do hope to participate in the Melee, assuming alliances aren't bad form perhaps we could ally. Work together. If we both make it to the end honorably duel, perhaps? Of course, my goal is less victory and more acquitting myself well. It would not do well if people simply concluded you were protecting me, maybe we could work together so I could take a shot at this Dragonknight. We get delightful comments and show what a Dornish warrior can do... Fatimah eventually trails off from her rambling. I hope that's not too forward. I can start again if you'd like. she finishes with a smile.

Bron watched the nobles speak of jousts and Melees. Of course, he would be invited to a such a thing-but then, he did not need to be. If he could get away from his duties-with his Lord's conset of course-he could sign up for the wrestling. While the nobles enjoyed their courtly games-the small folk also had their own version. More gambling of course, and surprisingly much less lethal. One would think the 'nobles' would want their sons in one piece-but Bron supposed not...

"I'm sorry for your Ordeal Mardax, but I'll do what I can to give you proper comforts," he said to him. ] Seeing his daughter speaking with the knight of House Ashfield Ser Hassan nodded knowing where she was. Hassan made a show with the knights of the Raven's Claws moving through the groups of knights and giving proper introductions and handshakes. On knight who stayed by Mardax showed a very familiar sigil on his Shield, his personal coat of arms was Quartered, On two opposed quarters was the Raven's Claw on Purple, and on the other was the Kaldor Dust Devil on Teal.

"Uncle Reinard is not going to be happy about this Mardax," said the Kaldor/Ravenhowe Knight. As he turned toward his cousin and shouldered his Shield. "I believe I have some clothing that should be more fitting to our colors," he said with a nod of his head. "Ser Hassan has assigned me as your personal Body Guard for the time being." taking off his helmet Ser Armand was slightly older then Mardax by a year or two, but the age in his face from the fighting and the war was evident, he had apparently lost his eye in the conflict as well as a single black sash was wrapped around it covering it. Pulling a skin from his belt he offered it to Mardax, "Wine?"

Mardax looked over, when he was spoken to.  Apparently the knight he was behind was his cousin, and he seemed to relax just a bit.  So far, family was the only thing he trusted right now.  His cousin looked the worse for wear however, clearly having fought in the war that he had missed.

"Probably not cousin."  Was what he said first, looking up at him.  He looked around a bit before nodding.  "That might be a good thing.  I sort of wanna get out of here, and get cleaned up.  It is shameful to be around all these other lords looking like a common street urchin."

He took the skin, and sipped it, before handing it back to him.  He leaned in close, and simply said to his cousin.  "but I was sent here to look for someone."

"Mardax?" Ashara asks softly as he steps away, but she loses sight of him behind the Ravenhowe knights. I'll ask him what's wrong when I see him later.

"Don't worry Fatimah, you'll acquit yourself well" Ashara encourages her cousin softly.
"Any knight would be very fortunate to have my cousin as their ally in a tournament." she says, smiling. I wonder if he'll ask for her favor?

 Ser Mathys fell into a grim silence, his expression, one of stoic firmness. He did not respond to  any barbs cast his way, for his honor and knowing he was in the right, acted as armor to other's opinions. He would offer what was required in way of greeting's to the Hosts, if indeed any. But from this point on, he was on the men of House Ashfield, to remain sharp and alert. Otherwise, he remained at his Lord Father's side.

Edric couldn't help but grin at Fatimah's enthusiasm at the prospect of fighting in the melee. M'Lady it would be a rare sight to see a Lady of the court to partake in the melee.Outside of Dorne women take on a more passive role and are not trained in the way of combat.A women such as you who is capable of defending her own would draw unneeded attention in the melee and would find a large number of competitors looking to to remove you from the games so their honor might not be tarnish. I will do what I can to help you in the melee, but my sword might only be able to protect you for so long.

The notion of Fatimah fighting in the melee was made more humor-able at the metion of her defeating the Dragonknight, who was perhaps the most skilled swordsmen in all the Realms. The defeat of the Dragonknight at the hands of a Dornish Lady would be a most humbling experience for Aemon Targaryen, and perhaps the gossip of the court for a lifetime.

Edric soon notice Mathys's seclusion from socializing with the other House. While his hatred for the Dorne was well founded, old wounds would need to be closed and what better time then now. waving him over , Edric shouted. Mathys, you father is safe here and has plenty of men willing to lay down their life to save his. Come and join us. What do you say to the Dragonknight being bested by Lady Fatimah.

 Mathys indeed, had remained aloof from interacting with the Dorne. After the group of Dornish Knights had advanced upon his Household when they arrived, he had been on guard His body language was more like one on the eve of battle, instead of a social gathering.

 Edric called him over,and it was obvious that he hesitated, but Mathys finally walked over and nodded to those present. " What are you talking about, Edric? The idea of a Woman defeating the Dragon Knight, is absurd. It is almost as Absurd, as a woman putting on armor, picking up a weapon, and attempting to strive with men."

 Mathys's tone of voice had the sound of being stone cold serious,and believing every word he had said.
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“It is gallant of you to fight alongside my dear cousin, Ser Edric” Ashara says thankfully, smiling at the two of them. “I shall pray to the Warrior to help you both. I’m sure he will bless you both and you will go far in the melee.”
“Well, we shouldn’t get our hopes up too far. The Dragonknight is a masterful fighter and it’s unlikely anyone will overthrow him this tournament.”
Ashara curtsies to Mathys when he joins the conversation. “A pleasure to meet you, Ser Mathys” she says politely, seeing his tense body language and hoping to keeping anything unfortunate from happening.
Ashara's remains pleasant but she doesn’t want anyone to insult her dear cousin. “My cousin is really quite special, Ser Mathys. Most Dornishwomen are like myself, hardly fighters. But Nymeria fought and conquered, as did some of the ancient Rhoynar ladies from which we are descended. My cousin is the rare woman who would make Nymeria very proud, a true daughter of the Rhoyne" she explains cheerfully, smiling.

Well that's a dash of culture clash and general fun killing. Although the Targaryen women had a tendency to battle. Fatimah thinks in regards to Mathys remarks Still if I'm going to be targeted by people like him, it will be most entertaining to best them. And if I remember my history right... Fatimah almost manages to not laugh, but let's out a small one regardless. Don't let any Targaryen's hear you say that. They might think you're mocking their ancestors. she quips before turning to Edric In truth, it is folly to think that any of us could best the Dragonknight, or any martial Targaryen for that matter, in a fair fight. Melee's aren't always fair, but the goal is to acquit myself well, not win. And on that note, please let me take the brunt of the fighting. The last thing I want is for people to say I was hiding behind you.

 Mathys, just ignored the others comments, and looked hard at Edric. When next he spoke, it was near Edric's ear. " Not long ago, those that you exchange honey coated words with now,  where enemies of the Crown. I have not forgotten friends and loyal retainers slain by Dornish arrows and blades. But it seems you have, Ser Edric."  Mathys turned his back on Edric, and returned to his Father's side.
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Aislin watched as Mathys walked off in a huff having listened to what the young lord had said. Aislin who had been not far away from the situation made her presence known as she approached Ser Edric. She smiled at him, "It is truly a pleasure to meet you Ser Edric," he could tell by the looks of this woman she was most certainly Fatimah's mother. "You bear the ram proudly," she said gesturing to one adorning his attire, she leaned in close to examine the workmanship. "Quite Superb, you'll have to tell me who fashioned it." Backing away from the knight she looked at her niece and daughter, "Perhaps some need to see a demonstration of what a lady of Dorne is capable of my love, I'm sure they'll be more then impressed at the tourney."

14:34, Today: Aislin Ravenhowe rolled 18 using 6d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,6,1,2,3,1. Awareness.

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 96):

"Were you now?" he asked curiously as the two watched over the proceedings. "I see your man servant is not with you, is the worst to be assumed?" he asked in a hushed voice. "Do you still intend to go to king's landing, because that is where we are currently heading."

Edric scolded at Mathys's words, but he had already turned his back on Edric and a new comer had just called his name. Giving a polite bow, Lady Ravenhowe I assume. The pleasure is all mine. He was a little taken aback as Lady Aislin leaned in close and his posture stiffened and his eyes darted at Fatimah for a brief second as Aislin leaned back. Yes it is, said Edric with a slight stutterer. Superb that is! Blue Hall has one of the finest smiths in the Reach. Edric bowed once more to the Ladies. I am sorry to take my leave so soon, but the journey has been long and hard and I need to wash off the dirt and ware of the journey. I hope to be come better equated with the Ladies of Dorne tonight at dinner.

Taking his leave, Edric made his way over to Mathys and leaned in and whisper something only audible to him.

Mara had warned Mathys with her earlier statements. He maybe a warrior with swords, but she was a warrior with words. If, he wished to look the fool; she would help him all the way. "Mathys of House Ashfield, you speak of loss. I know loss. My beloved Thorin fell while seeking to parlay with the enemy. He was my future. He would of been the father of my children. Do not speak of loss near me. You barely comprehend it. Your true self shows that you despise the lose of opportunity to seize glory. A true man fights to provide protection and security to those he loves, But Mathys, you do not love. So all you know is hate. It is not my place to judge you, so I will leave that to be done by House Dondarrion."

"Fatimah, be polite" Ashara chides softly, almost whispering.
"Things are different now,, ser" she says to Mathys, and frowns to see him leave. I was hoping we'd get along with all the northerners.

She smiles encouragingly at Fatimah "Fatimah will look very impressive in the tournament, she is the daughter of Hassan Ravenhowe, after all." she replies to her aunt.
"Farewell for now, Ser Edric" she says pleasantly.

Ashara leans over and whispers to Fatimah, smiling mischievously.

In reply to Ser Ahmed Kaldor (msg # 105):

"I do not know cousin.  We were attacked at a farm.  We fought together, then I retreated some, hoping Brindal was behind me.  But, something happened and I blacked out.  The wound if I had to take a guess.  When I awoke, the farmhouse was a charred husk.  I was alive, 4 bodies were left behind.  One set of tracks made it away from what I could see.  It doesn't make sense..."  He shook his head, as if confused.  There were at least 6 people in that farmhouse before they even got there... But no tracks, no nothing.  How is that even possible!?

When asked about Kings Landing, he looked at his cousin. He seemed to break out of a trance, and answered, his tone very subdued. "Perhaps.  If I find the man I am seeking, then I may.  But for the moment, I don't intend to.  There are threats against our house, and I intend to figure out by who, and why."

When Edric gives his bow, Fatimah No the pleasure is... erm crap, Let's talk again. she responds with a curtsy and a smile.

Fatimah giggles I hope so, she responds louder than Ashara, but still whispery. I wonder if he'll participate in the joust. We can fight along side each other, and I can watch him from the stands.

"Old Lord Dondarrion" Haryl's father seems to be getting tiered of all the chatter, Fine save the talk for the table." He waves to the servants to get the noblemen and lady's things "Son do you plan to keep your guests waiting outside? Come lets the servants show you your rooms, ... we dine, ..... and break bread together."

Lord Haryl is not entertained by his father, "OK father, .... tend to the Dornish Lords and Ladys as I make room for extended family in the main house." He walks to his father turns his back to his guest and grabs his fathers arm, in a low voice "That is what you want right father? Looking to play with your new friends like a child with a new toy."

"Well enjoy yourselves and one hour after sun set we dine in the main hall altogether."

Old Lord Dondarrion, grinding his teeth as he speaks low to his son, he looks at his son with hate "Take your hand off me or you will face my men instead of the Dornish this evening." Cariel turns away from his son smiling like he just got laid by the best whore in the Stormlands, "Yes Come Princes and Princesses of Dorne, come join me in my house and relax for the evening, dry yourselves and ready yourselves for food and wine."

OOC: Who follows who and where? Free post for players as they settling in. Only the lords and their personal guards and ladies will be allowed into the main structure. All Dorne are not permitted beyond the outer areas. And of course Cariel has opened his house to them.
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Bron was unsure what to do. He was not there to protect House Dondarrion, especially from itself. If he intervied, then chances are he would get worse treatment from both nobles. He looked about awkwardly, and then followed wherever Ashara was going off to. At a respectful distance of course. His duty was to protect the children of House Kolwyn, so that is what he would do. He would sort out the mess later-and let House Dondarrion tend to itself.

 After The Lord of the Hall, announced matters of quarters and soon to be served dinner, Mathys nodded. He would remain at his Father's side until his Lord became settled. This served two purposes, he guarded his Lord Father,and it limited contact with the Dorne .

Ashara smiled at Lord Cariel. "Thank you my lord, your hospitality is most kind."
She nods to Fatimah. "He probably will. The joust is the most popular."
She lets out a dreamy sigh "I do love watching jousting. I've always dreamed of being named the Queen of love and beauty."
Ashara curtsies to the Stormlanders and says farewell before they leave.

Mardax listened and watched, as things got slightly tense, before people started to depart, being offered bread and salt for their stay.  He sighed a bit, but decided it might be best to look for this butcher, looking how he does.  People would pay less attention to him that way.  He would have to wait to join the court, at least this time.  His brother sent him here, his brother was not here, and his bodyguard was no where to be found.

If he got into trouble, it could end badly for him.  The court was.. marginally safer, but this could not rest.  The Knights of Ravenhowe were too noble for the type of work that would be required.  Could he Trust Lord Kolwyn?  It was he that knew at least what the plan was for him... or was it just random chance a group of assassins found him on that farm?  It was somewhat close to the keep, and patrols do happen...

Paranoia was growing, as he looked around.  He was sure, at least somewhat, that he could trust Ser Hassan.  He wanted to trust Ashara, and he trusted his direct family, and if alive Brindal.

The rest, were all possible suspects.  He couldn't figure out why, but.. who knows.  Perhaps the Yornwoods put them up to it, hoping to reclaim title and leadership of Dorne?  This union?  But, if it is the Union, why attack Kaldor?  Because of Loyalty to the Martells?

He was missing too many pieces, and he sighed.  At the very least, he needed to let his cousin know what had happened and what was going on.  After that, and perhaps a bed to sleep on, he could continue to look for this man.


Walking over to Ser Hassan, he simply smiled a bit, though his face showed much wear, and eyes shone with many emotions.  "Cousin, would we be able to talk somewhere private, now that everyone is going about their way?  I would still like to get cleaned up, and perhaps a bed to lay upon, and rest my weary body from its hard journey."

Cyra walked back to Ashara's and gave her a luscious smile. "Named Queen of love and beauty? But are Queen already, good sister."

It would seem that the chilled Stormland air and days of hard travel in the rain had finally caught up with Cyra. Her eyes and nose were puffy and her rich bronze skin had a tinge white to it, and, though her voice was always a little husky, her words now had the gravel of a cough. Earlier in the day, when talking with Ser Hassan, his son, Ashara, and Fatima, Cyra excused herself for a hot cup of tea to sooth a headache and had not been seen since. With her yellow silk dress and artfully tousled hair she clearly tried to hide the heavy cold, but despite her best efforts to appear as lively as normal she looked the worse for wear. But she had made the appearance nonetheless. "I hope you not get to much trouble without me. I be most distressed."
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Ashara smiled at Cyra when she returned, and looked pleased at her words. "Welcome back, dear sister. Thank you, you are too sweet. But there's nothing like a tournament. A valorous knight picking you out of all the noble girls in the realm to crown, it's the dream of many highborn maidens" She looked concerned, thought, at seeing Cyra under the weather. "Cyra, are you feeling well? If it's serious, perhaps a Maester can help" she asked, worried.
Ashara giggled when Cyra said she didn't want them to get in trouble without her. "Oh, only a bit of trouble. An awkward conversation with my uncle and some hostility from Ser Mathys, one of the northerners. No doubt we can get in plenty more trouble together. Although, speaking of the northerners..." she said softly. She then leaned in and whispered

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 114):

Fatimah curtsies as well, leaving and following after Ashara.

Cyra listened with mischief in her eyes at the mention of the tournament. "Should we tip hand in you favor? Why leave prize to chance?" And she winked at Ashara. But at the mention of going to a Maester for her illness caught a green grimace from the Myrish woman, an expression that looked out of place on her normally roguish expression. "No, I fine. Nothing to trouble Maester with--I trouble bed with instead." But at Fatimah's whisper, that wicked expression returned, and in some ways she mirrored Dio's manner.

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 115):

"Of course Cousin, I'll have Aislin see that your wounds will not fester, and send a serving girl to draw you a bath," Hassan took Mardax to the room that was supplied for him. Looking to one of the many serving woman he had her fetch him the needs for him to take a bath, and he also had fresh clothes brought up for him. "Your cousin Ahmed gave these to me to give to you, they may be a bit big on you but they will be of your house's colors," he set the rather modest Nobles clothes down.

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Edric was confused at the confrontation between Lord Haryl and his father. Something serious must of happened between them if they were ready to show open hostilities between them in front of guest. Motioning to one of his men to start unpack his sister and his things from the carts, Edric made his way over to his sister. Mara, let us see if we can stay with Lord Cariel. His manor will be more comfortable and better protected then some inn. Turning his attention to Cariel. Lord Cariel, would you perhaps have room to house My sister and I along with the Dornish party? My sister has had a rough journey and staying in a well furnished manor would do wonders for her health.

Ashara smiled and got a dreamy look in her eyes. "Oh, I wish. Being Queen of Love and Beauty has always been a dream of mine" she said, adding "If you've never seen a tournament, sister, you are in for a treat."

"I hope you'll feel better soon" she said encouragingly.

Ashara laughed cheerfully, and whispered to Fatimah and Cyra.

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The houses of Dorne are welcomed in to the Manor of "Old Lord Dondarrion". He has graciously opened his doors to the houses of Kolwyn, Kaldor, & Ravenhowe. The family member and nobles have been given rooms to share and use. These room are reasonably sized but they are limited. It is not uncommon for brother and sister and children to sleep with parents when space is limited. Within these room are furs and cloth to stay warm at night and the necessities that normally are in a bed chamber. The outer room with windows have fireplaces and the inner rooms have no window and tend to be colder with no form of heat other then furs to crawl under.

There are several hours that pass before the hall is be ready for dinning and the Dorne houses make themselves comfortable the best they can. Once all are settled they are offered food wine and a bath before the same servants escort them through the manor to the hall.

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The houses of the Reach are given a great privilege to be allowed in past the first defense into the lower gate house were special guests and the sons and daughters  of the Stormlands stay. Due to relations Lord Haryl Dondarrion has extended his home to Lady Vaira's family, House Ashfield and House Neumann.

The Inner Guest Chambers are much lager then those of the manor but they are shared, due to the number of guests. All the guest rooms have windows and fireplaces and the number of staff tends to there needs bring them the comforts that are expected for nobles.

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At the hall, ...

Once the houses are ready the servants take them to the hall which is very large smoky and damp. The stone walls are dark gray, the floor a deep stained wood, the walls are filled with tapestries of events that tell the story of House Dondarrion.

At the far end, .... the head table sit all the members of the House Dondarrion,
Lord Haryl Dondarrion and his wife, Lady Deria of House Caron at center, their childern Luella & Manfred at their mothers side. To the lords left, Haryl's father, Cariel Dondarrion, Lady Loreza of House Yronwood. To the lords right, Menara Dondarrion, her husband Osgred Selmy their son, Ser Ackley Selmy, "The Hammer" and Lady Dalaris of House Mertyns.

At the first table sits Meryn Dondarrion his wife, Lady Vaira of House Ashfield, and their children, Selmond, Jasper, and Olyvar.

The light sounds of wind instruments are heard as all the houses enter at almost the same time, in the hallways outside the doors to the hall several gather and exchange greetings. Then they are ushered in by the servants. The houses and noble of The Reach taking the right side of the lord and the houses of Dorne taking the left.

Their are goblets and trays of salt at the front center table, ...........
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Edric made his way to his chambers in the lower gate house. Taking a seat by the fire, Edric summoned a servant to bring him mulled wine and to remove. It felt good to final rest by a fire after then many weeks of travel on the road. After a hot bath, Edric dressed in a jet black tunic with electric blue flowers embroidered on on the cuffs of his sleeves. He also dawned a cloak for the chill of the road still lingered in his bones.

When the time came, Edric went with the rest of the guest to the great hall. Allowing the Ashfields to enter first, Edric followed them up to the center table where wine and salt awaited them. After indulging in guest right, he gave a bow and spoke to the head table. Lord Dondarrion, you are a most gracious host for opening your home to us. Taking a seat next to Mathys, Edric looked on as the other guest took their places.
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Ashara bathed, dressed, and carefully arranged her hair and appearance shortly after the Kolwyns had settled in, before she fussed over Cyra and Fatimah's appearances. She wanted to make a good impression at dinner. She also spoke warmly but briefly to Bron.

She looked graceful and elegant entering the hall. She wore a quite pretty green dress of Vyraes silk and lace, decorated with floral patterns. It was cut to hint just a touch and the fit was tighter than usual; Ashara didn't want to appear immodest but she was Dornish. She smiled politely at those she met. After they were seated, she turned to Cyra. "Reach, Stormlands, Dorne. Lords and Ladies are here from quite a stretch of Westeros. It should be a special chance to meet nobles from exotic lands" she said softly.

She looked around to make sure Mardax was there.
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Bron was in the background, but among the guards of house Kolwyn. He watched Ashara and her amazing dress quite carefully. He tries not to stare-but then he assumed every man in the place pretty much was doing the same thing. Of course, he tired to study the floor or the ceiling when her uncle and aunt's eyes drifted over to him...

 The feast had begun.a time for being festive and celebration. But Mathys felt nothing but annoyance at having to break bread with those he still thought of as the enemy. This time last  year, he would have been in armor, upon a Charger with lance and sword, instead of  fine dress, with goblet and spoon,as he was now. The whole situation made  any food or drink turn sour to his taste. He was remained close to his father and sisters,as much as possible,and only picked at his food before him, and sampled the wine sparingly.

Fatimah took the spare time she had to exercise, stretch and drill before changing back into her dress. White, practical and relatively modest the dress was designed to keep the Dornish sun from cooking your skin off. Contrasting with Ashara the dress is loose, but light hanging hinting at the outlines of her shoulders, chest and arms. When she sits down though some of her calves and ankles show, despite the normally overlapping skirts.

Its occurred to me that during the Melee, unless people already know about me, I'll probably just look like a boy trying to seek glory, especially to anyone who isn't familiar with Dornish women. Which I suppose technically would be helpful, but it would deny me the chance of embarrassing the people who don't like a woman fighting.  What do you think?

Edric partook in the food and drink, but the feast seemed rather dull. Having spent many weeks traviling with the same companions, there was little left for them to talk about in public. Raising and addressing the younger members of the Reach. Come, our king commands use to make friends with the people of Dorne, and I cannot think of a better chance to do so then over food and drink. Placing a hand on Mathys shoulder. And who knows, maybe we can a flower in the sand for the bitter.

Making his way over to where Ashara and Fatimah sit, Edric grins at the sound of continued talks of the melee. It seems Lady Fatimah mind can only think of future glory on King's Landing. Nodding to an open spot on the bench, May I sit and join?

Ashara smiled shyly and blushed slightly to see the effect her dress had on Bron.
“Just wait to put your helmet on until just before the Melee begins. No one who sees your face could mistake you for a boy, coz. And you'll attract plenty of attention with your pink hair” she suggested to Fatimah.
"Of course, my lord, please sit" she said warmly to Ser Edric. “And of course Fatimah is thinking about the tournament. Opportunities to win glory before the assembled lords and ladies of Westeros don’t come along very often.”

You would be surprised what people can manage to overlook when their assumptions get in the way. Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see. But its probably enough speculation. Our plans won't last two seconds in the Melee. We just need to stick together and hope we last long enough to be defeated by the Prince. So Ser Edric do you have stories of glory to woo the ladies?

In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 125):

 "Ser Edric thank you, it is a pleasure to break bread with your house, ...." The lord's words do not ring so honest, and he is not trying. It clear he doesn’t like what he considers his enemies in his house. Yet there are link within the families that he will respect and he is becoming known as a good political figure in the court recently.

Perhaps he is just lashing out at the closest one to him and maybe staying away from him his evening would be wise.

 Lord Haryl & his Lady Deria sit center and greet their guest accordingly … They are consistent and seem to not focus their intentions at all to the Dorne. At this point there are 2 steps shy of rudeness.

 Meryn Dondarrion, sit with the family but off to the side. His, Lady Vaira of House Ashfield is quite and she never let her children out of her sight. Meryn's & Vaira's children are well behaved and sit at the table just as quite as their mother.

Ashara shrugged off the Dondarrion's rudeness. She nodded to Fatimah. "I probably would be surprised, sometimes I'm a bit too quick to trust people." she admitted.
"You'll make it that far, Fatimah. I'm sure you will! Cyra and I will be cheering you on." she encouraged her cousin. "As long as we don't meet any too handsome knights taking part in the melee to cheer..." she teased.
"Yes, Ser Edric, do tell" she said with a teasing smile.
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Ser Ackley walks over to Lady Fatimah with ale in one hand and wine in the other. "Lady Fatimah this is a wine of the peeks of the Red Mountains, its not as sweet as Donish wine but it has a taste that many seem to enjoy."

"Excuse the lords rudeness, many have lost so much in the last years and they seem to forget that so have the people of Dorne, .... I'm sure your families have lost a few good souls as well."


"SO, .... Are you seriously going to enter the tourney at King's Landing? You know that for many you will have a target on you. They will do there best to beat you to show others that woman should not think of entering and fighting. And them their is the Dragon Knight, .... If you do fight him and even come close to defeating him there is more for your house to lose them gain. Tourneys are a warriors political arena and the Targaryen's will not take likely to such a defeat if it comes to that."

A small table is being brought in followed by a try of salt and dried meat.

As eye wonder the room, there are several household knights and the men are divided, .... it seems as if their forces are just the same as the Lords of Dondarrion (divided men).

The table is placed in the center of the room, it seems the lord is waiting for everyone to have their full of ale and wine. Food have yet to be seen.

@ Bron Snow, it seem the lords and ladies are having their full of wine and many have forget your presence. Perhaps a good thing. Lady Ashata is safely between several of her house members and there doesn't seem to be any lurking about hall, our anyone that out of place.

OOC: your free to do as you like, you don't have a sit at any of the tables but that doesn't mean you can't help yourself to food or wine.
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@ Cyra Vyraes, you are fitting in well. Lord's Kowlyns idea of the trip by land may be more dangerous put its proving to be wise. The journey has brought some together and made a few more aware of the importance what the last few days have had, ... and there are events as will lead to the capital and maybe make new allies. You feel good about this new venture and relationship, it looks as if it will bring you gold and power if you play the game just right. Then again your interest could lead to other things, ......
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@ Rikard Ashfield, well Rikard it seems that you find yourself in the shadows of your family yet again, bt the hall is full of all types, ....


It seems your brother Mathys has brought is new squire Leon to the event, its amazing the things he does, and what he gets away with even when wrong.

@ Ser Edric Neumann, You are being watched, ....

In reply to Caladin (msg # 138):

Bron left the wine alone. After all, he was part of the guard and needed to keep his wits sharp. Of course, the only danger Ashara and her family would be in was death by dull convesation, which Bron could offer no defense against.

While he enjoyed watching Ashara in her fine dress, he realized he was not suited to 'noble' life. All that pointless chit chat would lull him to sleep after the first half an hour. Less if he had been drinking. Still, at least the food was good. One does not get honey cakes and fine sauces for the meat in any roadside inn.

Hassan had entered the great hall with Lady Aislin upon his arm and a cup of wine in hand. Following him were many of the Raven's Claws. Hassan was dressed in silken robes of Purple and black with a shammagh scarf wrapped around his neck. The Raven's Claws were dressed in the finery of their own houses with a distinguishable Surcoat signaling their Allegiance to the knight house. He walked up to the various members of his family and said hello before taking a seat near Fatimah and Ashara. "Some of these people look so melancholy he said to his daughter," bfore sitting down.

Altair followed the procession of nobles in his position as leader of the guard. He ushered them to one side as his lord entered.

The level of hostility in the hall made Edric nervous. They were suppose to be at peace, but it seem the there was always the threat of a dagger in the back. Taking a sip of wine from his goblet, he decided in would indulge in the Ladies's request.

Well I suppose I can tell you about the day I earned my right to stand my vigil and take the vows of knighthood. I was 17 and a squire for my Uncle, Ser Fredrick Connighton .We had returned to Griffin's Roost from Dorne to deal with a border skirmish with another house who thought they could claim more land with force of arms. On our way to the border of Connington lands we were ambushed and Ser Fredrick was struck with a few arrows and fell from his horse. I stood by his wounded body and fought of wave after wave of foolish men who sought to advance themselves by taken my taken my Lord's life. The battle seemed to have no end as more and more ambushiers joined the battle. Eventually Connington's men began to break and run. Taking my Lord's banner in my hand, I rode the line and rallied then men. We were able to push back the attack and not only save Ser Fredrick's life, but also save the day.

Noticing that his actions have drawn the attention of his family. Edric raised his goblet in toast to them. Turning his attention back to the ladies, Now I spend my days hunting down bandits in my land and returning peace back to my people.

Lord Haryl stands once everyone has entered the hall. He walks around the table, unguarded goes to the table that has the trays with salt and some nameless meat. He reaches back for his wine and raises his goblet, "To our guests, Welcome to the Stormlands, .... As a Marcher Lord, Guardian of the Pass, and  Lord of Blackhaven, I invite the Dorne Princes and their noble lords to share in the customary Guest Rights, ... we will share in salt, break bread and dine."

The noble members of House Dondarrion raise from their seats to pay their respects. "Old Lord Dondarrion" Haryl's father, also comes around the table uninvited and stand by his son, "I too will share salt and break bread with those that I once called enemies, let it be known that we soon share the same faith under of King and Targaryen rule."

"Let it be know I have no ill will to those south of the Boneway"

Father and son meet eye to eye and Cariel simply smiles at his son.

Altair is the son of a marcher House. He cannot be but suspiscious. He turns to his sergeant "Look casual, stay alert."

Ser Hassan leader of the Knight's of Ravenhowe had decided to be the one to break the proverbial ice, he gestured for Altair to join him on his approach. Getting up from his seat he walked up to the Storm Lords as was customary and went through the ancient Ritual of Bread and salt. Hassan could feel the tension as eyes were seen upon him, he was one of the Generals who had lent more then a helping hand in stopping the Targaryen conquest of Dorne and was sure that more then a few of them here wanted his life as well as those in his Retinue.

"The Knights of House Ravenhowe, thank you for your hospitality, and pray to the Seven for peace and prosperity between our houses," he said gesturing to the two lords with his wine. "And Let it be known, that the Knight's of House Ravenhowe, lament for the fallen on both sides."

The other nobles and some of their son raise to join the center table to share in the Guest Rights.

OOC PCs interest that are noble born may so the same or not.

Fatimah turns to her father
Indeed, it seems like some can't get past the war. Losing friends and family can be hard on people. But if we can't leave that behind we'll just lose more people.

Bron's mouth goes grim as Ser Ravenhowe speaks. He folds his arms, and just pretends to keep watch. However, some of the others guards from the other House snicker among themselves. "Looks like Kolwyn's northren dog is not happy with his meger scraps..." One of them whispered to the other. Bron focused and made sure not to look at them. He was used to harsh words. It had always been harsh actions that made him react.

 Mathys sat at the table,and would imitate what his Lord father did. But the expression upon his face was stoic,and he kept his own counsel, only picking at his food,and nursing one goblet of wine,all evening. He seemed more like a coiled beast of prey,ready to pounce, then a guest at a celebration.

Altair follows Ser Hassan, a step behind. He joins in the ceremony. He can feel the hostility."My Lords, my House did it's duty in the war, and had it's losses. I lost an nuncle and two cousins. I am sure it was the same for you. Peace can come now. Frienship may take time."

Ashara turned to Ser Edric. "Please excuse us for a moment, Ser, Lord Dondarrion is calling." She walked gracefully to the central table. She spared a glance for her uncle and Bron to see if they were on edge. She didn't expect any trouble, but if there was any Bron and Ser Hassan would be the first ones to notice.
She smiled at the two Dondarrion lords. "I thank you for your hospitality and kindness, my lords. May the Seven bless you" she said cheerfully. She partook in the guest right..
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In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 154):

"The Beauty of Dorne has graced us," as 'Old Lord Dondarrion' smiles, "Aaahsh, .... if only I was 50 years younger." once every have tasted the salt and broken bread Cariel belts out "Good!, .... now that formalities are over lets eat and drink."

As everyone, one by one, clears and walks away from the table Cariel approaches the Dorne houses "I understand House Fell has already left their fortress and travels to meet you at Ridgewood to escort you to Kings Landing. So this seems to be the last night with us. I have much to talk about with the nobles of Dorne. I hope you will make time to discuss important matter after the feast"

 Once the ceremony was over, Mathys excused himself from the feast. He walked outside for some fresh air,and to be with his own thoughts.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 154):

Bron smiled and nodded at Ashara as she looked over at him. He did not care what her uncle thought. He was suppose to give her confidence in her safety. It was then he heard one of the more thuggish guards behind him snicker. "They have you on a short leash, don't they? Do you do tricks too?" He turned, and saw the group of four snickering at him.

Across the courtyard, on top of the roof, Sundancer peered through the window at the party. It let off a shriek, and flared its wings. Its eyes trained on Bron even now.

Bron narrowed his eyes. "I know a bunch of tricks. Here's one..." He held forth the metal cup in his hand. He proceeded hold the sides of it with one hand, and he grit his teeth as he flexed his fingers. The guard's experssion of contempt quickly changed to alarm as the cup was bent by Bron's fingers. "Oh...silly me. I broke my cup. My iron cup. How clumsy." Bron said, sounding very insincere. He gave the ruined cup to the man-his fingers imprinted into the side of its collapsed structure.

"Now I have to get a new one..." He proceeded to do so, and the four seemed to find themselves something else to do. Just as well as Bron could not do what he really wanted to do to them.

 Mathys decided that being alone was no solution, for the  disgust he felt for this shame being played out in the Great Hall. He would as soon light the place on fire,and let the flame have the men and women of Dorne. So, Mathys decided to have some diversion, with one of the serving women of the place. He would seek to find a suitable wench, that was pleasing to the eyes and attempt to get her into a closet or some other out of the way place, to have sport with her. The Knight would offer her a few coins for her time. If he could not fight, he would fuck, his  current ill temper away.

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 158):

ok

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 160):

  Mathys could tell that the small folk whore, was afraid of him. He was in such a black mood currently, he really did not care. He held the coins for the woman's inspection. "Look here, girl, I am looking for some sport,but wont take a woman against her will. However, if you do not accept the money, and bend yourself over a barrel and lift your skirt, I shall be very displeased. And by the Seven, you do not want me displeased. Now what is it going to be?" He took her hand and dropped the coins into her palm one at a time, then closed her fingers over them. He then smiled to her.]

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 162):

((I need an intimidation roll persuasion))

In reply to WaryJasra (msg # 163):

19:47, Today: Ser Mathys Ashfield rolled 5 using 2d6 with rolls of 3,2.

The young woman presses her back against the wall dropping the win and spilling it across the floor. Sweat beads over her forhead, "M'lord, please, Lord Dondarrion wouldn't like it." she said averting her gaze from him, it was obvious she didn't want him and in fact was quite terrified. This struck a Chord with Mathys, what if the lord did find out...
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 He snorted in disgust,at the girls reaction." You little nothing. you should feel honored that I even would pay any attention to you. Just as well, I might get fleas and far worse from having you. Get out of my sight." He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her away.

 This day was just getting worse and worse, he turned and just staring walking down corridors of the castle, not really caring where he ended up. Since the war ended, Mathys had felt he belonged no where,and did not fit in anywhere. He missed the excitement of thrill of battle. His music was the sounds of steel clashing,and the cries of men locked in a life and death struggle. Everything else paled by comparriion. Indeed, his was a soul adrift in the world he did not understand, nor wish to dwell in. Perhaps he would get drunk, he tought.

As Mathys walked down winding corridors, he passed various servants who were going about their duties. Set of armor from lords gone by and various other accouterments that took up their house. But eventually the knight found himself on a balcony when a dark haired man stood leaning out and over the edge. Apparently seeking to leave the audience of the great hall as well.

 When he stepped out onto the Balcony, Mathys just leaned on the railing and stared out into nothingness. He watched the other man out of the corner of his eye, and almost decided to ignore the other, but for some reason he spoke to him. " Come here for the view?"

"Something along those lines," the dark haired man said as he turned to face the knight before him. "The intrigues of court arn't exactly my favored field of battle, you?" his accent was heavily Dornish and in fact Mathys recognized him from the hall and knew his reputation. "I am Hassan."

 Mathys turned to face the man,a man of Dorne,but one that perhaps had the same distaste for politics and courtly manners,as he did. " We seem to agree on something. I am Mathys." He looked hard as the Viper,but then  it softened, but just.

"Of house," he stared at the crest for a moment before saying "Ashfield yes?" When Mathys looked at the man he seemed at peace, not nearly the bloodthirsty barbarian the North had painted him to be in battle. "These sort of things are more my Wife's Forte, she always could work a room as they say, Are you married friend?" he asked curiously making small talk.

 "Yes, I am Ser Mathys of House Ashfield,and you are Ser Hassen of House Ravenhowe." Mathys spoke in a matter of fact tone. " We are hardly friends,Ser Hassen. Until recently, we would have met upon the field of honor, instead of a balcony. More is the pity,that we did not encounter each other in the war. It would have been glorious." Mathys sighed and looked out at the view again.

Ashara blushed prettily at the old Lord's compliment. She knew she'd probably take some teasing from Cyra and Fatimah for it.
Ashara returned to her table and sipped her wine slowly; it would be a very big mistake to get drunk here. She nodded to Lord Cariel and said "I'm sorry to hear we will only enjoy your company for one more night, my lord. You have been most kind to us. After the feast we would be pleased to speak to you on whatever matters you wish."
She returned Bron's smile, happy to know things were okay. Her uncle had slipped out, which was hardly courteous of him. But at least he didn't seem worried about her and Bron at the moment.

Ser Edric made his way to the center table where bread and salt were being offered. Taking a position next the Aislin Ravenhowe.  Edric raised his goblet as the Lords made their toast. After the ceremony was done, he returned to the Reach side of the hall where he remained. it seemed that his kin didn't take to kindly to his socialization and didn't wish to anger them farther.

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 172):

"The warrior is a fine aspect to uphold," he said as he took a sip from his skin of wine. "But do not let it cloud you from the others," he nodded his head. "I see you in there, hot headed and angry at me, and at my people. It was not our choice to go to war, it was your king's our Princess offered an Alliance to which your now dead king saw fit to refuse. It is said that the six kingdom's lost over one hundred thousand men taking Dorne and another fifty trying to hold it. So tell me, was it worth refusing the olive branch? You're not the only one who lost family and friends." Hassan spoke with a calm demeanor.
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In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 174):

Aislin continued to socialize with the various Northern women, speaking of everything from fashion, to knights favored at the tourney.
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  Matheys regarded Hassen with  an annoyed expression. "What would you have me say? I did not start the war, I did not end the war, but peace has broken out upon the land like some plague. It infects everyone and everything. My family and someone I thought a friend act as if it never happened. They chatter and act like all those lives you bespoke, where never ended. One would think this was nothing more then some social gathering for a birthing day, or wedding feast." He slapped his hand upon the  the balcony railing.

 Mathys then looked away,and then back to Hassen." I was forged and tempered in the fires of that war. I embrace the Warrior, for that is what I am. It is what I am meant to do in  his world. Think me a fool,if you so wish,Knight of Dorne, but I miss battle, like a starving man misses bread. You are wrong, I do not hate your people, I respect them was worthy opponents in battle. What I hate is that they stopped fighting and now embrace the plague of peace as much as my own people." Mathys had no idea why he was telling a stranger,and a Viper what had vexed him these many weeks,but the words had poured out like a river.

 " Now think me mad, or one to be mocked. " He made a nod of respect from one equal to another, then turned and left the balcony not waiting or wanting the other man's reaction.The truth was, Mathys did not even understand his feelings currently.

In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 177):

"Then perhaps you should consider joining a mercenary company in Essos if you are that determined to be in constant war," he said simply to the man. "A true warrior knows there is a time when he must set his sword aside for other purposes, I suggest you learn to embrace that or you will be your own undoing."

When Ashara moves to Dondarian Fatimah follows, she partakes in the bread and salt. She takes note of Mathys, and makes note of Dondarian's remarks. She's probably being too quite, but she was on edge now with Mathys's leaving. It was probably nothing, but you can't be too careful. Her job was to be a guard after all.

Mathy's exit from the hall did call for some alarm. Edric knew his friend well and when Mathys was angry, there was no telling what trouble he could get into.
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In reply to Ser Edric Neumann (msg # 180):

"And how would you propose to make that happen?" She asked a leading question.

Ashara turned to Fatimah. "You're being awfully quiet, coz. You're not this shy. Are you not enjoying yourself?" she asked, concerned.
She smiled mischievously and whispered

 The second son of House Ashfield, was adrift upon a sea of conflicting emotions. He felt he could not breath within the walls of that place. He needed the freedom and wind in his face. His feet seemed to know what was better for him then his mind, for he found himself at the stable. Mathys had one of the Grooms,saddle his horse,and led to the courtyard. He climbed into the saddle and kicked it's flanks to send the horse into a clatter down the cobbled stoned lane and out into the countryside.

Fatimah shakes her head and whispers  before letting her voice go back to normal But yes, mooning over Edric and the melee. Can you think of anything more romantic than fighting together as a team of two? she giggles before taking a more serious tone. Although that's generally a bad idea in a real battle ironically. You want to be like brothers and sisters when marching to battle.

After some time of talking and politicking a man clad in the trappings of the Dondarrion stood up and clapped his hands at the top of the stairs before the throne and it's table. Music began to fill the hall as he announced to the guests that Lord Dondarrion cordially invites you to enjoy a dance within his halls to celebrate this new found Alliance.

When this was announced Ser Edric noticed Ser Ackley Selmy heading toward Fatimah with a certain expression on his face which gave the reachman a limited amount of time should he wish to ask her to dance.

Ashara being attractive as she was had a number of Male nobles eyeing her, some like a prize, others with potential romantic intentions at heart.

Altair Fowler couldn't help but notice that some of the girls of the Dondarrion house were smiling and winking at him the lucky devil.


Bron was approached by a Dondarrion serving girl who placed her hand on his shoulder and was gesturing to him to lower himself so she could whisper in his ear over the music.


(Time to Pair up ladies and gentlemen, ask out who you wish to dance with NPC or otherwise.)

In reply to Dondarrion Herald (msg # 185):

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 186):

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 186):


FYI

The meal had ended and the time had come for the festivities to begin. Edric surveyed the Hall looking to see if Mathys had returned. Maybe dancing with a beautiful lady would sooth his anger, but he could not be found. Edric did notice Ser Ackley movements. Downing his goblet, Edric wiped his mouth and made his way over to Fatimah. Arriving just behind Ackley, he put his arm around the man's shoulder. Ser Ackley it would be a great honored for you to offer my sister to a dance. Bealor the blessed said that she was the beauty of the realm. Offering his hand to Fatimah. M'lady, it is a common sight for those fighting together for the first time to trip over each other feet.  I would be greatly honored if you join me in dance so I might get a taste of your footwork and put my fears to rest.

Altair notices the interest from the girls. The dance is called, he does not recognise it.  He goes over to the girls. "I like to dance. We have a dance called the Dorne Lancers, but I don't know the one that was called. Could I have a teacher?"

Bron nodded at the serving girl. smiling. He nodded to one of the guardsmen to fill in while he would proceed to get a meal. It had been part of the routine rotation-and he was not planning to go far. "Lead on, then." He said, nodding to her.

Ashara smiled at her admirers and waited to see if any of them would be bold enough to ask her to dance.

She leaned in to whisper to Fatimah
She turned to Ser Edric and teased "Enjoy yourselves preparing for the tournament, you two."

She looked fondly at Bron when he went to the dance floor. Good, he deserves to have a fun time after all the trouble my family have put him through lately. For a moment, though, she had to suppress a twinge of jealousy towards the serving girl. Jealous, me? Impossible. It must have been something else. She smiled at the two to encourage them to dance.

Mardax had arrived late.  His movements were swift and with purpose, as he came into the party, dressed in his house colors, his eyes tracking the movements of the hall.  He had to be careful, but he would be damn if he would not dance with the one person he had been thinking about for weeks.

There!  He smiled, happy for a change, as he strode over to Ashara and company, and bowed.  "Ladies, you all look stunning this evening.  But, I do believe, if you are still interested, I owe you a dance, Lady Ashara, with interest.  I would like to pay my debt now, unless you like having me owe you something."  He asked her, his eyes meeting hers as he held out his hand, smiling.

Wha- Edric's question startles her. On guard for a threats to jump out Fatimah's mind momentarily takes time to switch tracks. Yes, a dance! I would love to! Umm... I'm going to keep this on. Fatimah says, gesturing to the strap keeping the sword on her back. I am technically guarding Ashara. Maybe I can start a new trend. So this is one of those things were the guy leads? As much as that should offend- Fatimah pauses, a look of panic appears on her face Not that I'm offended! I just haven't danced much, so you'll need to lead. I'm doing this wrong. She takes a deep breadth and stands up. I would be honored Ser Edric. Fatimah says, somewhat calmer while curtsying
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Bron enjoys a woman on his arm as he escourts her to the dance floor. Despite his size and strength-Bron was more agile than he looked. He was not a clumsy brute with two left feet. Granted, he does look at Ashara every once in a while. It was his duty to keep her safe of course. No doubt the pretty girl he was dancing with would forgive that. He whispers in her ear even as he moves her around the floor.

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 195):

"No, you misunderstand, there's a separate party for the off duty servants right now, down stairs," she said with a titter. "By the way my names Kimberly, Kimberly Storm."

"Ah...Storm." She was a stormlands bastard, even as he was a northren one. "Yes, I will come with you then. When you get hit in the head as often as I do, its easy to get confused." He grinned at her. Of course, he would make sure someone would replace him in the guard duty before he went...

Ashara smiled encouragingly at Fatimah and waved fondly to Bron when he left the room with the serving girl. Enjoy yourselves!
She smiled warmly at Mardax. Mardax looked almost a different man cleaned up, although he had been handsome either way. "You most certainly do. I have been looking forward to it, my lord. I would be pleased to dance with you" she said. She curtsied to him and took his hand gently. "I don't need you to owe me. Although it might be difficult, I suspect I could persuade you to dance with me again" she teased.

Mardax also nodded his head to Fatimah.  He wasn't close to his cousin, but she was still family, and it was nice seeing her enjoying herself.  Not every day a guy can whisk her off her feet like that.  Was impressive, the Reachers really knew their stuff.

Smiling, and escorting Ashara to the floor, he smiled lightly at her.  "I hope I live up to expectations."  He stated, looking into her eyes while she teased him about persuading him to dance again.  "Be careful what you wish, my lady.  It might be granted." He said with a smirk, as they started to dance.

The girls seem unwillling to make his decision. He approaches a girl with red hair and freckles. "Will you give me the pleasure of a dance? he says.

Ashara was graceful and an excellent dancer, and she let Mardax lead her in the dances of his choice. She smiled mysteriously and replied with a teasing "We'll see" when Mardax said he hoped he lived up to her expectations. She looked back in to his eyes. "It might? I do love dancing... will you keep me guessing, my lord?" she asked.
She spared a glance for her cousin, to see how her dance was going.

Fatimah's reaction brought made brought a smile to Edric's face and in a sarcastic tone. M'lady Fatimah, it is consider quite rude to be armed as a guest at a Lord's feast. It shows you can't trust him to protect. Finally offering his arm so that he may escort her to the dance for. Plus dancing is far less fun with a sword strapped to your back.

Mardax smiled at her, continuing the dance, before giving her a spin, and then pulling her a bit closer to himself, his face next to hers.  His lips moved, as he said something into her ear, before he kissed her neck lightly just under her earlobe.

Fatimah turns red embarrassed, Sorry, sorry, right I didn't mean I didn't trust the Lord. Its just I'm supposed to guard Ashara. What if umm... a ruffian sneaks in? Or an assassin? I hear some assassins can shapeshift! No Lord could be blamed for letting one of those sneak in.  she turns and puts the sword over her chairs back. All ready now! she says as she takes Edric's arm. Did I save that? Probably just made a bigger fool of myself. But I swear I saw a man change shape after killing a baker. Although who has the money to hire an elite assassin to kill a baker? Plus he was a jerk, people would have cheered if someone just stabbed him in the open. Stupid shapeshifters.

Ashara's smile brightened as Madax spun her around. "I suppose I have my answer" she said mysteriously. She leaned in a whispered to Mardax.  Ashara continued to let Mardax lead her in the dance. "I wonder if we're being watched. The handsome lord and his Dornish partner..."

She gave Fatimah an encouraging smile.

Altair took the red haired girl by the hand, and brought her out onto the floor. "My Name is Altair. And you are beautifull."

Mardax smirked a bit, as he looked back into her eyes continuing the dance.  A few spins and dips, depending on the song, as he shook his head.  "Who would be watching?  My cousin and her partner, because to me... no one else exists.  They only exist because you keep looking at them."  He said with a smile. "not that I mind.  My cousin is quite charming, given the right motivation."

Ashara looked in to Mardax's eyes. "That's very romantic" she said happily when Mardax said that for him no one else existed. She blushed when he pointed out she kept looking at her cousin. "My cousin and I are as close as sisters, and I wanted to make sure things were going well for her. I'm sorry, it was rude of me to turn my attention from my dancing partner. Please forgive me my lord. You have my undivided attention" she explained, embarrassed.
Ashara smiled and laughed as Mardax spun her around; she loved dancing, and it was a joy to dance with someone who was good at it like Mardax. "You are an excellent dancer, Mardax" she said warmly, before teasing "If only you hadn't arrived at Kolwyn Hold so fatigued" with a mock-pout.

 Mathys had returned from his bout of needing fresh air. He walked back into the Great Hall,and resumed his seat at his fathers's side. He knew his Sire was giving him the " We are not amused" expression, for having left. Ser Mathys reached for a goblet of wine. " I needed to clear my head, father. But rest assured, I shall be on my best behavior, for the duration of this Mummers farce.." He took a long drink.

He smiled at her as she talked about her cousin, and nodded.  "Yes, it would be good to see her happy, in these rare cases.  But it is alright, family is important. No need to apologize."

When she teased him about when they had first met, he nodded.  "Had I known dancing with you would release so much tension, I think I would have sucked up the fatigue, and danced with you anyway.  Though, this time, I think it is because your smile is my reward for surviving an assassination, and making here to be with you again."

Ashara looked relived. "You are very understanding, thank you. If I may ask, howdo you get along with your family, my lord?"

She looked mock-hurt "You'd only dance with me for... medicinal reasons?" But she grew utterly serious when he mentioned the assassination. "What? I didn't know things were so bad... but I'm very glad you made it through. I'm happy I can make things special for you after so terrible an event." She offered Mardax her best smile "Welcome back, Mardax"

Mardax smiled, and bowed his head to her.  "I don't wish to discuss the bad right now.  If you  wish to know more, we can talk later."

Another twirl, before she was back in his arms, he spoke about his family.  "Well, I like to think I get along well with them.  I am close with my older brother, and close with my little sister.  Me and my father don't always see eye to eye, but we know family is the most important.  As for the rest, I am not sure.  They are family, but I don't generally have much contact with them.  War heroes and everything, I missed the war.  I was in Essos."

As the events unfold and the festivities continue, Lord Perros Kolwyn and his Lady Tansa rise up once they have done he duties to avoid any disrespect to the Marcher Lords. They first walk over to Menara & Osgred Selmy, ... Lady Tansa seems to be at it again as they looks over at Fatimah & their son Ser Ackley Selmy "The Hammer". Once they are finished. Perros and his wife head to Lord Haryl's table, they are clearing giving their good nights to their host.

Cariel Dondarrion can be seen eyeing the Dorne families and as a somewhat skilled politician times his move to intercept the Dorne Lord and his lady before they leave. Words are exchanged and soon after "Old Lord Dondarrion" makes his way to Ser Hassan of House Ravenhowe "Ser Hassan Lord Kolwyn has agreed to meet with me later, I hope that you will also be able to attend. I will be at my manor once the drinking is done" "I hope you will attend, perhaps all the key family members should attend, .... they will all have something to gain."

In reply to Altair Fowler (msg # 206):

Speaking softly she leans into Altairs left ear, smiling and with a seductive voice "Your a very handsome young man, But I was told to dance with you by 'The Butcher'. He can't get close to Mardax without causing suspicion or making a sense." "My patron wishes to meet Mardax, outside the seeing eyes of the house and its many spies." "My patron knows you have no idea what I'm talking about or even why but its in all the houses interest, ... so doing this would be in service to your lord and many others." "He will meet Mardax and wishes to also speak with Ser Edric Neumann and Ser Mathys Ashfield, .... Edric and Mathy's will have no idea what or who you are talking about but tell them that their houses are in danger and it goes beyond the bandits that plague there lands"

Leaning away and now speaking louder so those close can hear if they were trying "You dance well, .... Thank you, I now most take my leave."

Fatimah has a mix of feelings swirling about in her head, anxiety from dancing without her sword in a strange place, worried about screwing up the dance, worried about Edric's safety in the melee, feeling protected by Edric while dancing. She knows mentally the last two are silly and probably a very good reason to never, ever do this with someone she plans on fighting beside in a real battle. But a Melee isn't a real war, so she's happy.

OOC: So it seems like Edric has vanished, and I do want to post something so it doesn't look like I've vanished.

Altair goes over to where Mardox has also finished the dance with Ashara. He bows,"My Lady, will you excuse us for a moment?  Ser, I need to speak with you in private."

Ashara blushed. "Of course, I won't mention it again. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up painful memories." She only hoped she hadn't ruined the occasion. She focused on the dancing, trying to move past her mistake.

"A family man. I like that." she said with a smile "It's important for knowing if a man will be a good husband, I think." She grew more grave when the war was mentioned. "That was a hard time, for all of us."

Ashara curtsied to Altair. "Of course, ser. Talk away."

She moved to the side of the dance floor, where she could see Fatimah and her knight dancing. She scanned the crowd for Bron, but didn't see him. He must still be dancing and enjoying himself. Good, he deserves a happy time.

Mardax smiled lightly at Ashara, before another man came up.  At least he was polite enough to wait till the end of the dance, but he still gave him a slightly cold stare.  He was curious what this man wanted to speak about, but turned to Ashara.  "Please excuse me, dear lady.  I will return as swiftly as I can."  He kissed her hand, before departing with the man.

Altair takes Mardax into the corridor, and looks round for a jplace far from anyone else. "Ser, I am sorry to take you away from your lady. You obviously had more success than I. My lady was sent, to give me a message. Her patron, called "The Butcher", wishes to speak with you in private, nay, in secret. He also wishes to speak with Ser Edric Neuman, and Ser Walter Mathys. They will not have heard of him. She says, tell you it is to the benefit of all our Houses, and it's not just to do with brigands."

Mardax stared at the man a bit indifferent, until he spoke the name.  Then his eyes narrowed, as he looked around as well.  What the hell?  The Butcher was here?  At least he knew he was looking for him.

"When and where.?"  Was all he said.  The less information the better.  Meeting with two Reachers, though, that was a bit odd.  But no matter, he was told by his brother to meet this man, and so he shall.

PM

"I am sorry. She did not give a place. Perhaps if you spoke to those others, if I got their names right, you could come back, and I will ask her for another dance." Altair goes back into the ballroom, and looks for his lady. He has misseed the start of  a dance. The girl is dancing with a youth with pimples! She must love her work to dance with him, Altair thinks.

Ashara blushed slightly when Mardax kissed her hand.

She walked gracefully up to Altair after he moved away from Mardax. "Were you assisting lord Mardax, ser? If so, I thank you sincerely" she said warmly. She curtsied to Altair. "I'm Ashara Kowlyn, eldest daughter of Lord Kolwyn. And you are?"

Mardax looked at the man, as he explained nothing useful after that point, and went off again.  HE sighed a bit, before he was thinking things over in his head.  Why two Reachers?  Was he going to go find them?

Mardax was a bit more tense now, and sighed, before going towards the one on the dance floor.  He stepped up to Fatima and Edric.  With a bow, he turned to his Cousin.  "Fatimah, please excuse me.  But I must speak with Ser Edric about something.  He will return shortly."

Not a problem ser. Fatimah says, but she isn't exactly quick to part on her own. A sort of lingering. When they walk away and she's out of there line of sight, she hurries over to Ashara, whispers with a sort of glee. He asked to dance. This is going to be so much fun. He'll fight for me, I'll fight for him and we'll dance again.

Ashara smiled fondly at Fatimah, pleased to see her cousin looking so happy. She leaned in to whisper back to her. "You two looked very sweet together. I bet every boy here is jealous of Ser Edric. And you will make quite a pair in the tournament. Although it is a shame you have to hide that pretty face and hair of your under a helmet."

"You seem a bit flustered... are you thinking Edric might be... more than a one-time dance?"

Edric gave Fatimah a twirl after she voiced her concern for her cousin's safety. Ashara has a gentle heart and I sure no one would want to cause her harm. Besides the Dondarrion are one of the most powerful families in the Stormlands. No harm will come you or your sister I promise.

Their dance was interrupted by the arrival of Mardax. The expression that played across his face showed that something was troubling him. Giving a bow to Fatimah, I am sorry our dance must come to an end so soon, but if I return in time perhaps it might continue? Edric left and followed Mardax out of the hall give it and its occupants a cautious look around before exiting.

OOC: To Lords and Ladies thread or Private Messages?

Altair bowed. "My Lady, I am Altair Fowler. I am third in line to my House. And I serve Lord Ravenhowe."

 The service in this Hall was abysmal, or so thought Mathys. His wine cup, it had been empty all of a few seconds,and had not been refilled. He grunted,then got to his feet and stunned his father and sisters. The second son of House Ashfield, actually walked out onto the dance floor and stopped before a woman of Dorne. He cleared his throat to get the pretty woman's attention,then made a slight bow to her. " I am Mathys, of House Ashfield. I ask the honor of the next dance, Lady of Dorne." He regarded the Lady Ashara with a stoic expression,and his voice was neutral in tone.

"My uncle's ward, I've heard of you. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, my lord of Fowler" Ashara said warmly to Altair.

She turned to Mathys as he approached, and returned his bow with a formal curtsy. She was surprised to be asked by a northerner, but intrigued. His manner was neutral, which was rare from young men around her. She regarded him curiously. "I am pleased to accept, my lord. I am Ashara, eldest daughter of Lord Kolwyn" she said politely. "Do you dance the same way in the Reach as we do in Dorne?"

 " When the Lady Ashara accepted his invitation, to dance, he nodded to her. When her question came, Mathys had to think a moment, on how to respond. " I found  it easy enough to do the dance of steel, with the Warriors of Dorne, Lady Ashara. I am confident that any differences that our cultures have, in the way of other dances, can be adjusted for. Shall we?" He held out a gloved hand to offer to takes hers.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 12:36, Mon 11 May 2015.

As Ashara left to dance with Ser Mathys, Altair seeks out the girl he had danced with. He asks for the pleasure of another dance.

Ashara frowned when Mathys mentioned the war. But she smiled at him and took his hand gently. "Lead the dance and I'll follow. I am pleased you believe our cultures can overcome their differences. That's what this trip is all about."

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 233):

 He did force a thin smile, in way of a response to her words. " Yes, that is what this is all about, Lady. Or so I have been informed, on several occasions." Mathys began to lead her in  the current dance. He held her not to close, nor to far. He had promised his father he would be on his best behavior, for the remainder of the event. His body stance was at first stiff, but she was beautiful,even if of Dorne. But then he found himself starting to enjoy himself, in spite of his general soured disposition.

Edric return to the hall and looked towards the side filled with the Reachmen in the hopes of finding Mathys. He was surprised to see that Mathys was not there next to his father, and he was shocked to see that he was dancing with Ashara, a Dornish women, when he surveyed the whole hall looking for him. Well he finally intermingling with the Dornish so best not get him fired up since he seems to finally enjoying himself. Edric thought to himself. He was about to go and resume his dance with Fatimah when Pella caught his eye. He had completely forgotten about her and most likely upsetting her by not offering her the first dance of the night. Going to her, he offer her his hand to dance and they made their way to the dance floor. An awkward tense seem to be between them as the finally danced.

OOC: So I would like a player re-cap; list all the events as they see them. Basically a review in IC and post in the words and eyes of your PC. This is to help me on my next post and close out this IC to start the next chapter of the game. Players should also say what they plan to do so I can help finish off with NCs. You should post as the feast is coming to a close, feel free to take over NCs other than "Old Lord Dondarrion" Haryl's father, and Osgred Selmy husband to Menara.

Before.
Altair  had entered the hall as head of House Ravenhowe's guard. He was pleasently surprised to be brought with his lord to the table with the other nobles. Later at the dance, a girl agreed to dance with him, only to tell him she had done so on instructions so he could pass a message from "The Butcher" to contact Mardox Kaldor, Ser Eric Neuman and Ser Mathys Ashfield to meet secretly, for the good of all inclulding his own lord. He was chosen because he was unknown, for the same reason he mixed the names a bit. But he got the message across.
Now.
 Altair approaches the girl who had danced with him before. He smiles. "May I have the pleasure just this once more?" He leads her onto the dance floor. He holds her close and whispers in her ear. "Don't worry. I am sure people will think I fancy you to ask you again." He turns her, and takes her in his arms again. "So where can we agree to meet? I would expect you to bring your 'butcher'."

Edric enjoyed himself at the feast. He used the time to find friends within the Dornish party and spent some time conversing and dancing with Lady Fatimah, much to the distaste of his family and friends. The dancing ended for a time as Mardax pulled him aside to talk about meet someone who took interest in both of them. Edric returned to the and finished out the night dancing with Pella Ashfield.

 The second son, the current black sheep, as far as his family was concerned, enjoyed the dance. He would of thanked the Lady of Dorne, then returned to sit beside his father.

 The entire episode did little to relieve the continued dour disposition of the man, known as Mathys Ashfield. In truth, he could not explain his feelings, he just knew he felt a sense of loss. War had been a grand adventure, filled with excitement and terror. The conflict had tested Mathys to his limits,and he found he was good at it. He had heard those that used certain substances to cause feelings of euphoria,and then where denied it, had such feelings as he was experiencing. The Seven only knew,if he would recover from this sense of profound loss, with the passage of time, perhaps. However, Mathys would strive to maintain his word to his father, and act the proper son.
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Ashara had enjoyed herself greatly at the dance, the more so since her dear cousin seemed to have enjoyed herself too, although she had missed Bronn's company and was unhappy she had not been able to speak to him. She had finally danced with Mardax, and was pleased to do so.

Ashara danced with Mathys, letting him lead. She was gracious and friendly when they spoke, genuinely curious about the Reach and its ways. "It was my pleasure." she replied when he thanked her. "I enjoyed your company, my lord, and I wish to speak with you again before we leave Blackhaven" She bade him farewell with a graceful curtsey and a kiss on the cheek.

When Mathys left to sit with his father and Mardax finished speaking to those he wished to, Ashara danced with Mardax again. "Is all well, my lord? It puts me in quite a conundrum... I must hope that you enjoy my company enough that only a serious matter would take you away from me, and yet I cannot hope you are in any serious situation" she said, before adding "I tease, of course. I am not bothered, I am happy to have you with me again and I hope you feel the same."

"I hope so. Anyway, I wouldn't want to get it wrecked in the battle field. I'll have plenty of time at dances and the joust to show it off. "

As Ashara gets pulled into a dance again she looks out. Back to watching for dangers. Looking at the mood. Mayths seemed to enjoy his dance. It was the kind of thing that melts animosity. Good. Ashara seemed happy. Her dance Edric was wonderful. A partner for the Melee. This was a good time. Maybe peace would break out.

OOC: there seems to be a few missing on a recap?

Need those to close out and move this along :)

I will continue to checkin and hopefully by the end of next week we can be in a new IC.
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In reply to Caladin (msg # 242):

OOC-Still here!

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 243):

OOC: As noted need a re-cap for every PC

In reply to Caladin (msg # 244):

Once Bron is sure that is guard position is relieved, he heads downstairs with the charming Kimberbly Storm. Bron then proceeds to dance with her among the servant's party. Maybe not as fine and refined, but certainly more lively and stirring in song and dance.

In reply to Altair Fowler (msg # 237):

She whisphers in your ear "there is a slaughter house in town he will meet you there before the moon is at its highest, it's at the far east of the road" .... "My master said all most attend or he will not meet any." "now I'm going to slap you and leave the hall do not follow."

"Snap, .... I am no whore sir.!"

Before he lets her go, Altair whispers to the girl "I would love to meet you when you are not working!" He stands back fore warned, takes half the hit. He looks hurt as the girl leaves the room. He looks round and shrugs. He leaves the dance hall. The three are waiting, and he gives them the meeting place.  She realy is a nice looking girl. He woulod like to meet up when they are not working.

OOC: OK so I'm looking for finial notes and posting on this thread and before Friday we will start a new thread.

Keep in mind that the group leaves in the morning so post accordingly. The lords and ladies can interact freely with PC so if your looking to get something done and your want, .... you can post on behave of NCs for this ending of the party. This means you can exit with any NC of your chosen even if the intent is to bed one or etc. NO details needed please, also you can detail who saw you leave with who. Could make for interesting future storylines.

Lastly there are no events the spark a fight or anything what creates combat so keep the posting within this line and we should be good. Enjoy this free play time you can make so cool stuff happen if you wish, ...

including a bastard for future play :) .... just an idea, if anyone's interested.

 Mathys would excuse himself in the course of time,and make his way to where the Garrison trained. He would seek out someone in authority,and seek permission to get   some sword practice in. They had been upon the road for days,and he felt he needed to maintain an edge, so did martial training whenever possible.

Altair goes to find Ser Hassan, and tell him of all that has happened and makes him aware of the meeting to come. He goes to his room for the night. He sits on his bed and looks at his left hand with it's missing little finger. "It's a good job I don't need you. I can play my pipes without you!" He goes to bed.

So the vents of the evening unfold the respective house take their leave form the dinning hall. As the wine and drink become heavy the mood lightens and the houses for the most part have given way to either their hosts, or guests.

RECAP

Lord Haryl & Lady Deria seems to be at odds especially with regards to their extend family members and having the Dornish at their table. But they don't show themselves to be poor hosts.

Osgred Selmy & Lady Menara Selmy have been focus on their son and simple matter of none importance. In fact they almost stay out of the way unless drawn in by others.

Ser Ackley Selmy he has shown a respectful interest in Lady Fatimah Ravenhowe, its clear that he enjoys the fact that she is a lady that understands the sword.

Cariel Dondarrion The rumors of this man are true, he is rude at times, out spoken and clearly lost his position in the house, but he is tring to hang on to the little power he has, and he does so with a strong tight grip. No love loss for his son or those he often refers to as useless.

The rest of the house hold and family member has been what was expected of them and little too nothing out of the ordinary can be said (openly).

Behind the senses;

Lady Dalaris Dondarrion she is much more then what she lets others see, on the surface a proper lady, and she knows much more then she lets on too. It's with out to say that there will be more form this lady.

'The Butcher' The mysteries person who calls himself The Butcher, known in dark circles to have not only information about assassins but he himself a network of spys. Still none of the party knows who he is but Blackhaven seems to be a base of his operations.

OOC: you can post and finial comments and this IC will be closed.

Ashara finished the night by kissing Mardax on the cheek and telling him that it had been a true pleasure to dance with him and she hoped to see him again at the tournament. After she left the dance, she found Bron and checked to make sure he'd enjoyed the party. Before she went to bed, she was sure to tease Fatimah about her new 'suitor' Edric.

Experience Point Awards

All players will be given +1 to an Intrigue specialty of their choice. Congrats

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