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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 17, 2016 1:59:20 GMT
Nestled in the southern folds of the Southern Camp, a swathe of red and orange tents are set up in a wide circle around the banners of House Martell and the flag of Dorne. Between the two flags is a large fire pit, currently unlit, although a great pile of logs is prepared. When questioned, the color of the tents is definitely to represent House Martell and Dorne and is completely unrelated to the heathen god, R'hllor, long live the Seven, praise be to the Royal Septon, hallelujah.
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 17, 2016 2:07:17 GMT
Kneeling several feet away from the unlit fire pit, Vaqerro stares into the pile of dead logs, hands resting on his knees. The camp surrounding him may have been a tornado of activity as merchants sorted their wares and camp cooks prepared their meals, but the area around the solitary man was given a wide berth. Word had spread quickly that few people should interrupt the High Priest of R'hllor during his meditation, or face the wrath of fire.
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 17, 2016 6:48:32 GMT
The Prince stepped out of his tent, wearing red leather pants and nothing else, displaying his many burns and scars to the sun above. His bare feet crossed to the fire pit as though strolling through his own marble palace. Once there, he dropped to his knees beside the High Priest and began his own obeisances to the Lord of Light.
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 17, 2016 7:52:30 GMT
Vaqerro continued his own silent worship for several minutes, eventually turning to face Auron as he studies the man's worship, almost as if he was judging his performance. "The ways of your people are still wrong, but some of you seem to be learning. Perhaps some of you will survive when the fires come to purge these lands."
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 17, 2016 11:28:39 GMT
Auron responded without hesitation. He spoke as though somewhere inside, the Lord of Light conveyed scripture directly to his lips, and it was not unlikely Auron believed this to be the literal truth. "The Rhoynar have survived the avarice of the dragonlords twice over, and have always understood which customs made them strong and which made them weak. I have faith my people will learn to please the Lord of Light, and become stronger in it. According to my last census, your words are heard by seven tenths of my people. And it is well-understood the Royal Septon's overbearing nature only strengthens your own position, Your Holiness. And what is not strengthened by wisdom in this land and weakened by the disease of heresy... will be excised and then cauterized by my own hand."
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 17, 2016 16:43:30 GMT
Vaqerro gave a thin smile in response, an action that seemed unnatural in every aspect. "Even those who refuse my words will soon learn to see the truth. My brothers in Essos grow restless, and now word has spread that the Targaryens are making themselves known once again. If the Coward King seeks to land on Westeros once again, it will be your first test by our Lord to prove your faith, and your chance for revenge. This fool of a Septon will have his own demons to answer to before the sun sets."
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 18, 2016 7:04:40 GMT
Auron's scars shifted with his own slight smile. "I look forward to demonstrating the accuracy of Dornish archers."
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 18, 2016 15:32:30 GMT
As Vaqerro opens his mouth to reply once again, the distant shriek of 'Dragon!' interrupts whatever he had been about to say. His smile returns once again before he kneels down once again, turning to face the bonfire-to-be. "It would seem that our Lord looks forward to your display as well, good Prince. I hope you make it impressive."
A mixture of panic and fear quickly sweeps through the camp, chaos erupting as people either run to the nearest place they believe they can hide or rush for weapons to use against the potential attack. The sudden mass of surging bodies leads to at least two people being trampled already, with the situation likely to deteriorate further with haste.
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 18, 2016 19:26:57 GMT
"DORNISH! You have trained for this! Womenfolk and children in my tent! Warriors, rally to me! Today, we shame the world through your arrows!"
Warfare 7* (Command 4, Siege 4, Strategy 4, Tactics 4)
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