Allies in the South (Open)

[Ser Uther Sand]

Ser Uther Sand, Sword of the Morning

Uther had been preparing for weeks. Nymeria had secured some alliance with a former Lord of Westeros and some Yunkai Noble woman to bring an army to Dorne and march on the Iron Throne. Now those allies had arrived. They had sailed to Sunspear with five hundred galleys, it was obscene. But perhaps obscene was what they needed.

Ser Uther was adorned in the lavender enameled scale & breastplate he was known to wear, the greatsword Dawn across his back, worn over the large wolf skin cloak. He looked ever part the proud Knight and servant to House Martell as he prepared to greet the leaders of this foreign army. When the Unsullied had started marching out from the longboats he had to hold himself back. Slaves were an abomination to the Seven. But Uther trusted the Lady Nym and he had sworn himself to her. Uther might not like her new allies, but it wasn't his place to complain. He glanced towards her for a moment, standing beside him as they waited for the group to arrive. She was so beautiful. Other Dornish nobles had turned up to greet the allies from across the sea, but none were so beautiful as the Lady Nym.

With his head was back in the game he looked forward, back straight and shoulders tall. Finally the command retinue came into view. This was it. Dorne would have its justice with these allies. In quiet corners Uther had heard that Dorne would have its 'revenge,' but his dear Nymeria always told him it would be their 'justice.'

[Lucifer Whitecrest]

Lord-Commander Lucifer Whitecrest

There was nothing in all the world like watching a large number of men marching in perfect formation. Between Melis and the Legion they had over six thousand Unsullied, two thousand archers, a thousand mounted, a thousand sellswords and five thousand fighting slaves and his knights. Over fifteen thousand men to join the might of House Martell and its bannermen.

Lucifer had summoned for his wife and her permanent escort along with a retinue of his knights before meeting with Melis and departing to meet the Dornish. The Lord-Commander was adorned in his silver gilded plate as was appropriate for such a meeting. They set out promptly when word arrived that the Dorne party had arrived. While some men might feel making them wait would establish authority, Lucifer was to the opinion that allies just treated as such until they proved themselves of lesser calibur. But until such a time, the Lord-Commander of the Goldbull Legion would make effort to keep terms polite and encouraging.

When they finally stepped down onto dry land he had to admit some comfort, the annoyance of travel by some had become a background noise. The group was greeted by Lady Nymeria Sand, although a bastard by name she was respected in her court and tales of her spoke highly of her danger. His dealings with her had been entirely by letter until this point, but she had handled herself well. At her side was another bastard, but where some men saw 'bastard' Lucifer saw 'asset.' The Sword of the Morning was not a title given out lightly and men took courage by having such titles on their side.

"Lady Nymeria, we meet at last. The stories do you no justice." Lord-Commander Lucifer placed a polite kiss upon her hand before stepping back to introduce the others. "May I present Melis zo Reyhan, Noble Woman of Yunkai and my wife, Lady L'inarra Hightower." His tone was polite and upbeat. Everything was friendly and exciting on the outset of a fresh campaign.

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It was not demanded that she be here, in fact it was discouraged, she had a nasty habit of tossing decorum and civilized conversation to the winds. She was a high spirited woman whose wild streak ran a mile long. She cared little for exaggerated dresses and corsets, she much preferred a loose gown, a bottle of rum in one hand and a drunken crowd joining her in laughter. It was remarkable that her father had not yet disowned her, not that such a thing would rightly phase her.

News shot like wildfire as the infamous Sword of Morning approached Dorne. She of course could care less about some fancy title or the men who blindly followed such a man. The Sword of Morning... it sounded like a glorified name for a lesser mans cock. She snorted at her own thoughts. Bathed in halfway decent attire for her status, she guided the steady horse beneath her, to watch from a respectable distance as the Knight Commander introduced himself and of course his wife. The horse beneath her shifted, tossing its head a few times before drawing still, irritated, obviously at having to remain still. Oh how she loved a horse with a stubborn streak.

She swung down from the creature, a small company of guards attending her as they always did when she was actually in Dorne. She was of a lesser stature, but her father was away, something to do with a trade deal to the east, and she was to represent the Breaux family, much to her own displeasure. She stood dignified, back straight, head held high, hair immaculate, the dress even more so... it was all a facade, a pretty lie swathed in silks to impress some gent and Lady Nymeria.

For now she would remain back, allowing the Knight Commander to introduce himself, his wife, and welcome the visitors to Dorne. She was of a lesser stature and it would be terribly improper for her to simply saunter into their conversation and as much as she thoroughly enjoyed a good scandal, she would, at least, attempt to be a halfway decent representative of her family for the time being.

[L'inarra Whitecrest]

L'inarra took her place beside her husband, slightly behind him. She donned a dress of pale yellow and deep purple, giving a bit of colour to the dankness of their current residence. Her was half done up, a pretty mess of curls and deep red braids. She donned light boots made of tan leather, almost attempting a golden colour. She wore minimal jewelry, three rings here and two golden bracelets here.

As Lucifer introduced her, L'inarra made her slight bows, her eyes falling on the Lady Nymeria. A curious creature with dark features. L'inarra had no doubt that the girl knew how to command, of course to no reach as Melis but still. L'inarra found her eyes moving over to meet Melis' slim form, proud and tall and all power. She also drew L'inarra's attention.

Finally L'inarra's eyes found Ser Sand. A young thing, no doubt. A pity he was already a ser, not even able to live his life. It was true that L'inarra did not understand the intricacies of war nor the minor workings but she bid her time and stood by like a dutiful wife.

"We accept your gracious allowance to come upon your home. It is truly a magnificent place." she said in her soft voice, full of wonder and smiles.

[Melis zo Reyhan]

Melis was dripping in her finery, every one around her seemed so... plain.
She'd been told this was the Westrosi style, but she still found it rather dull. Once she was ruler of this place she'd introduce proper styles and teach these savage simple folk how to live.

Standing beside Lucifer Melis gazed upon those she was greeting in turn, her dress of woven blue with flecks of golden in the cloth clung t her tightly as her earrings and headdress caught the light of the sun in Dorne. It would be a great port soon enough.
"Lady Nymeria, I am told your father offers us refuge for our ventures, and your Sword of the Morning offers us his great military promise." She looked over the morning sword and she found her self sizing him up, he was rather small compared to the warriors she'd brought with her, and young, perhaps only her age if not a bit older. Lady Nymeria on the other hand was white like the snow they'd told her of, and her hair was black as Melis' own onyx tresses. These two would be their allies in the coming days, she'd best show them a little 'kindness' at first. "You have my greatest gratitude for your welcome."