Velaryon Family/Monterys/Full speed to Golden Farrow

Letter from Monterys Velaryon

Dragon Islanders, The Goldoran hordes have breached the walls of Golden Farrow. I will not get into details on how this happened and how come the defenses didn't hold. What is done is done and we now prepare for a liberation campaign of a city whose strategic value is gargantuan as it directly borders our own capital. The Dragon and the Sun shall sail forth from Port Raviel in a matter of days - three days to be precise - and all of you proudly bearing the banners of those armies are to reach Port Raviel in due haste, according to your army orders. No exceptions, no delays and no holding back. Everyone has three days to be in Port Raviel. There, you shall be granted funds for recruitment and further instructions will be delivered. Light the flames within you, comrades, as we embark on a campaign that will set the course of this war. Together with our allies, we will burn our enemies with dragon's fire.

Monterys Velaryon

Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon

The celebrations and festivities of the invading force was slowly being silenced as the harbor bells started to ring. One, two chimes at first, but then rapidly accelerating into a full-blown symphony that warned of the arriving fleet. The commotion coming from Golden Farrow's harbor quickly attracted many nobles and commoners alike, and a whole host of them came rushing and climbing the city's southern wall. In the far away mist they could see the clouds and mist gathering together, and then, one by one the ships started to appear. Strongly build ships of southern craftsmanship, long masts, wide white sails depicting the dragon, lion and the sun and iron bows with dragon heads acting as peaks. --- Monterys stood on the bow of his ship. The Sunchaser had many miles in her career, she has weathered storms and commanded powerful winds. She was up for this, and Monteys was hoping the crew and soldiery would be on par. Behind his flagship an entire myriad of ships followed, sailing in a wedge formation, the hymns of the high seas being sang out loudly and cheerfully by men who were promised glory and battle, wealth and fame. The high wind picked up, and his battle-priest came behind. "The wind is hauling from the deep. Tidemother whispers to me. It is time. She wills it, Monterys". Monterys wrinkled his face and called for the captain. "Pick up the pace and sound the drums. Dragon Fleet - full speed to Golden Farrow!"

Monterys Velaryon

Roleplay from Ziva Blue

Ziva ruffled the hair of the little girl standing beside her on the battlements. She had ridden with the unit and it's followers from Uppervia, add Ziva had cared for her after an unfortunate accident had taken both her parents. "Who are they, Captain Ziva?" Ziva grinned, not having the heart to correct the girl's confusion about titles for what must be the tenth time. "Those are Westgardian ships, Rachel. The Shield of Humanity." "Are they going to fight us? We're not monsters! Am I a monster? Will I start growing fur everywhere?" Ziva laughed, her belly shaking with mirth. "No, little one. You'll not sprout hair like a monster. If you were a man, it might start growing from your ears when you got older, but you don't have to worry about that." Rachel smiled at that, but then her brow wrinkled in confusion as she looked to the sea again. "Then why do they want to kill you?" "A great question, little one. A great question indeed..." She noticed the concern in the girl's eyes, so she bent low and whispered in her ear. "Maybe I AM a monster," she said, and began furiously tickling Rachel. The little girl's laughter echoed through the crenelations, and many a soldier stopped to look, and smiled at the sight.

Ziva Blue

Letter from Monterys Velaryon

Friends and allies, We march straight into the jaws of Farrowfield, with our crests held high and drums sounding far and wide. I hope all of you have brought enough healers and banners for this siege, for these will be your best friends for the challenge ahead. The forthcoming battle shall be a bloody affair, but it is necessary. Farrowfield is the key to winning this war and we must break the enemy ranks regardless of the lives that will surely be lost. The enemy infantry lines outnumber ours, which is why it is important that our own footmen are deployed in box formations. This will allow our brave chargers to endure melee for as long as possible and not break ranks, allowing our famed bows to rain death on our foes. Our ranged troops are greatly superior to theirs, and should the god's mercy smile upon us and grant us a day without winds, our hail of arrows will reign supreme. Tell your men to fight 'till their last, instill iron will in their hearts and make sure they don't lose their heads once the clash begins. Do not falter before the storm, friends, and imbue your warrior's hearts with fire. The time for roar is now.

Monterys Velaryon

Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon

Monterys stood on the blood-soaked battlements of Farrowfield. The battle has ended and the crows have started to circle the field, readying for their feast. Farrowfield defenses have been broken and Golden Host routed, scattered in the fields. The Islander flag fluttered triumphantly over the walls as the soldiery began to woo the peasantry and spreading the word that the town is being liberated. „My Lord“ his captain approaches. „The day is ours. The men bask in the glories in the aftermath of this battle and cry victory. Lords from the Dragon Isles have once again proven their worth. The Dragon overshadows all that come in his wake.“ Lord General nodded and kept surveying the fields and seas. The Farrow's have claimed many lives just in the last few days. He wondered why so many die just for a city. The allure of the golden beast was impressive but he was not sure it was worth it. „What is Golden Farrow's worth?“ He asked the captain. „Nothing, my Lord. And everything“.

Monterys Velaryon

Roleplay from Kay Kinsey

A bandaged up and visibly wounded Kay watched impatiently from his campsite, as allied troops rushed toward the enemy fortifications like the rising tide. He looked down and examined the old and battered war horn in his hands. Its original owner was a Norland Viking. Perhaps his uncle, Jean Luc, took it from an dead enemy. Perhaps it was claimed as a war trophy by the legendary Enri himself. No matter. It would serve its purpose now for its new masters. Kay handed the war horn to his bard militant, the professional musician in his retinue. The man bowed, and went to work. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dW2GF6145vs

Kay Kinsey

Roleplay from Katarina Tajana Menmenne

Crimson sun of Dwili summer dawn was well en route to becoming a blinding golden sphere when Katarina Tajana started coming to senses. The battle was over and the day won. Trance of melee washed over her, shaping with ease; after all she's done it on countless occassions. It always felt the same, same as on day that Branimir thought her the use of sword and shield. In amber foundries of Ossmat they would spar. Let loose, deny logic for it is a shortcut to death, feel the battle tempo and respect it, know when to risk everything, but don't hesitate, never hesitate, for melee is an agent of chaos and one can never beat it, but hope to run on its waves. Ah no, Branimir never called it melee, he called it combat. I have changed my brother, she thought to herself, Dwilight has changed me. Around her, the dead lay. The dying cried in agony. The wounded cried and moaned, most of them aware they were soon to become the dying. The living were marching along in glee. Myrth of victory is a curse, she knew now. She was grateful for the emptiness, that void as final as death itself, black shroud, bringing peace and healing soul. The only way Katarina could restore herself. "Victory, Countess! Victory! Can you believe it?! We have broken Goldora! Tyranny is on its knees!"-drummer boy to the Lances was running around like a headless chicken and shouting, laughing and crying at the same time. Katarina's gaze then fell on a banner, standing up high above the Farrows. It was a D'Haran dragon. She called to the nearest Lance; this one was a newbie from Golden Farrow, recently recruited: "Put the Sun Splitter up there, just next to the Dragon."-she told him. "Sun Splitter, Countess?"-the man stared at her meekly. "Our battleflag, you maggot, the light of the West. Westgard fought here!"-she cried. The man scurried along to pass the order. She was too harsh on him, she knew it at once. Emerald Lances fought well, but they were still so green, true to their name. Military terminology was still a novelty to them and so was effective warfare. She never had the time to train them properly. In front of her lay grotesque scene of the slain. Of all coulours they were, Goldorans, Westgardians, Dharans, it had little meaning across the border. Golden price was paid in the battle for Farrows. She turned around in distress, having enough of Farrowfield for one day. But there, floating on a distant horizon, the golden city gleamed silently, away from frenzy, beckoning in the light morning haze, rising from the sea. Silver and gold. "Golden Farrow. Devourer. I bear no love for you today."-she said out loud. Captain Herwin, who stood by, turned to her, baffled. Katarina said nothing more and left for headquarters.

Katarina Tajana Menmenne