Amid Shifting Sands
Twenty First Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Whispers carry far among a crowd and farther skill when there is magic to echo them. You learn that the Yronwoods have allied themselves fully with the Martells with talk of a betrothal between young Gwyneth Yronwood, granddaughter of the Lord, and Quentyn Martell in the works, though the latter came as a bit of a surprise even to Tyene. "I didn't know Uncle Doran was considering the match or I wouldn't have suggested Quentyn for Pol Ning," she says sheepishly, though after a moment she grumbles. "I wish he would write about these things more often, I sometimes think he has to see me fight a bloody higher demon with his own eyes before he wholly stops treating me as an impulsive child."
You forebear from reminding her that she had first made herself remarked to Prince Doran when she stole away in the night to follow her father into 'exile' in the Stepstones. A child Tyene may not be, but 'impulsive'... that is likely a sin all of you here share save perhaps Ser Richard who throws himself into mortal peril in a very deliberate manner.
One might guess from the cheerful boasts and good-natured revelry of their armsmen and the sheer number of their knights present that House Qorgyle and House Vaith have also sent their sons to Sunspear in the hopes of obtaining surer ties to House Martell, though there had been a a brawl last week involving a pair of Vaith squires, close cousins of Lord Daeron, and a sworn knight of House Blackmont serious enough that there was need of the magics of the Order of the Cauldron to heal them. Ordinarily you would not trouble yourself over that alone. Mingling wine, dreams of glory and the grievances that lies between Houses for generations is almost guaranteed to boil over, but this had been no dispute over old deeds.
Dragon's piss-lick, the Blackmont knight had called out among other colorful invective. It seems there is a growing sense among some of High Lords of Dorne that the Martells might be too close to you.
That had not been a concern when the king who might take their traditional freedoms was Robert Baratheon and you were nothing more than a boy prince with a pirate kingdom, but as your conquests in the east have grown more notable by the day the worry over new laws, new customs and a stronger king presiding over all have caused House Blackmont, House Gargalen of Salt Shore and, perhaps unsurprisingly given their history with dragons and those who rode upon them, House Uller to draw away from Prince Doran's efforts to bind Dorne tighter together in the face of a changing world.
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As Tyene finishes her summarizing the last of her uncle's letters on the matter aloud for the relief of being able to speak freely in the warded apartments you had been provided upon presenting yourselves before the Sandship, Waymar's lips twist into an unaccustomed grimace. "And Andrew Dayne's taking advantage of their worries to press his own position about magic, isn't he?"
Recalling your meeting with the head of House Dayne more than a year and a half ago you wonder if your words had not sank in as much as you might have hoped. He had not been disruptive to the efforts of Doran's own mages to recruit in his lands you know, but it is easier to extract grudging acceptance in deed of a lord than still his tongue. "What is Lord Dayne saying since he arrived for the tourney?"
Somewhat to your surprise it is Dany who answers. She had melted into the crowds at the harbor, seeking to learn more of the hedge mages and cunning men who now plied their wares in Dorne, too petty in their powers to concern the Three Orders. "Since the Conclave Lord Dayne has been saying that the Faith should guide sorcerers onto a righteous path. Some of them seem to agree, though not the ones who have been east and learned low magic from Scholarum trained sorcerers." She pauses a moment. "I heard something else of lords and gods. Tyene, just how comfortable do you think the Fowler twins would be with the idea of blood sacrifice?"
It is not often that your friend is surprised into silence. "What kind?" she asks at last.
"To the Old Gods," your sister replies and that is when you remember something Oberyn had said years ago when he presented you with the sapling that would become the first Heart Tree in Sorcerer's Deep. It had come from Skyreach, seat of House Fowler.
Carefully you reach out along the familiar mind link to the puppet Varys and beyond that to the mind of Bloodraven upon his pale throne. You are not certain if you should be impressed or annoyed at the answer.
"Lord Fowler did not learn how to consecrate his Heart Tree from the Old Gods, he learned it from
us," you explain. "He sent a mage with a perfect memory to Myr to observe a public consecration then performed it himself with a sacrifice of outlaws from the Red Mountains. For what it might be worth Jeyne Fowler is not under any blessing of the Old Gods, she is just skilled with a bow."
"I doubt Dayne and his like would care much for the competition besides a High Lord of Dorne offering blood to heathen gods," Tyene says what all of you were thinking. "We should warn Uncle Doran."
The door creaks open. "Such an ominous greeting you give me, Tyene," Doran Martell himself says while entering. He takes the news of Lord Fowler's doings with less surprise than you might have expected. "I suspected something of the sort when Lord Franklyn laid out his full support on the table with hardly any conditions of his own."
Thus the prince of Dorne recounts his own moves in the game of influence and power. He had drawn the Daynes of High Hermitage to his side to balance out the influence of their kin from Starfall. "After finding the Sand Way to Ghost Hill they saw too much profit in magic to abandon it, or give the Faith authority over its use..." The Lord of Dorne sighs. "Lady Toland, who holds the lands on the other way, is still somewhat discontent at the Martell armsmen guarding her end of the passage, but not so much that she would make common cause with the Ullers or Blackmounts, she dislikes the former for dynastic reasons and the latter for personal ones."
"I see," you nod. "Who do you think would be most amenable to meeting with me, or with 'Corlys Waters envoy from Sorcerer's Deep' if a lighter touch is needed?"
"With Dayne himself you should act boldly or not at all, the man has such an aversion to subterfuge I sometimes wonder if his mother bedded an Arryn." The words startle a laugh from Waymar and a giggle from Dany, while Tyene having perhaps heard the jest before merely smiles. "Harmen Uller would be most amenable to changing his tune. I know Ellaria has been trying to persuade him into a less grudging collaboration, but..."
"He does not think much of his daughter's good sense for falling in love with father," Tyene finishes dryly.
Which Dornish House do you approach and how?
[] House Dayne to settle the matter at its heart
[] One of the Dornish Particularists to make them more at ease with the idea of your rule
-[] House Blackmont
-[] House Uller
-[] House Gargalen
[] House Fowler to speak of their new-found devotion to the Old Gods
[] House Toland to explain the reasoning for the limitation of instant trade
[] Write in
OOC: This turned out longer and more complex than I anticipated, if anything is unclear do not hesitate to ask questions.