While 8 years ago amidst the burgeoning tensions of war, Nymeria sought solace in prayers to Eru, seeking guidance in the sacred temple nestled by the tranquil waters of the Rhoyne river. Troubled by harrowing visions of war and fire, Nymeria feared the cataclysmic consequences of the Valyrian incursion. Moreover, the introduction of R'hllor as an acceptable religion within Rhoynar further stoked the flames of unrest.
Within the hallowed halls of their sanctuaries, Nymeria beheld a concerning sight—Priestesses and Priests of Ulmo, deities of the waters, had abandoned their holy grounds. While her brother Garin and some of the other princes dismissed the signs with indifference, be believing they only needed the R'hllor priestess.
Nymeria sensed the ominous vision that were unfolding.
So she prayed the Lord Eru for the past moon and un the midst of fervent prayers to Eru, the divine realm responded to Nymeria's pleas. In a resplendent flash of light, Lord Eru himself manifested before her, exuding an aura of profound wisdom.
With a benevolent smile, Eru addressed the worried princess, "I have heard your prayers, my child."
Nymeria's burdened shoulders lightened with relief, and she asked in awe, "Lord Eru, are you the one who has been giving me visions?"
Eru's smile served as a confirmation, and Nymeria boldly inquired, "What can we do? The Valyrians seem to hold the upper hand. Could peace talks still have a chance?"
The daunting reality weighed on Nymeria's warrior spirit. She had delved into the ancient texts, learning of the mighty Perseus Velaryon and his powers during the Ghiscari War. Understanding the supremacy of dragons in the Valyrian arsenal, she pondered the prospects of peace, considering her brother's choices and the perceived displeasure of Lord Ulmo over the inclusion of R'hllor.
With sorrow in his eyes, Eru replied, "In the past, peace might have been possible, but the new King of Valyria is driven by ambition and an insatiable thirst for power. War will continue, regardless of your endeavors."
As Nymeria's concerns deepened, she turned her thoughts to Perseus Velaryon, a name she had encountered in the ancient scrolls.She read he was very close relationship with Rhoynar in the past.So she politely asked"What about Lord Eru's grandson woundn't he be able to sway the Valyrians to stop this war."
Eru, attuned to her unspoken ponderings, revealed, "My grandson could have influenced the decisions of the Valyrians. Alas, he departed Valyria long ago after his wife's tragic demise, relinquishing his position to his son. The new king severed any influence he once held."
Indeed, the New Valyrian King Aryan's ambitions knew no bounds. Fearful of Perseus Velaryon's sway, he took swift measures to undermine the ancient connections with Lord Ulmo.While Aryan did show devotion to the Gods, he also wanted to be one.
Aenar delved into the shadowy arts of Asshai, darkening his path with every step.
Desperate and filled with resolve, Nymeria pleaded with Eru, "Can you help us, Lord Eru?"
Eru's smile turned somber, and he advised, "The best course is to abandon Rhoynar, embarking on a new journey . I will show you the way."
In a profound vision, Nymeria beheld Dorne in Westeros, a distant land offering refuge and the promise of a great life. As Eru emphasized the need to gather as many people as possible, Nymeria's frustration and anger subsided, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose.
Shaken yet hopeful, Nymeria set her sights on a future beyond the encroaching darkness."While Eru added" Do not think about revenge, since Valyrians are going down a dark path and they will have their downfall"
With that Eru faded from her sight, leaving the young princess slightly shocked.
Driven by an indomitable will, Princess Nymeria rallied those who sought no part in war, leading them on a daring exodus. A massive fleet of refugees set sail, their destiny entwined with the meandering course of the Rhoyne, venturing out into the vast expanse of the Summer Sea. Bound by prayers to Ulmo, they sought safe passage through the treacherous waters.
Finally reaching the distant shores of Dorne, in the elusive southeast corner of Westeros, they were met with an unexpected sight. A vast assembly of people, the natives of Dorne, stood without weapons and without hostility, seemingly awaiting their arrival.
A general, curious yet cautious, inquired of Nymeria, "Milady, are they here to welcome us?"
As Mors Dayne Martell, the King of Dorne, stepped forth to greet them, Nymeria detected a hint of admiration in his eyes. Maintaining her composure, she listened to his words, "We have been waiting for you. Lord Eru has spoken of your arrival."
Reassured by the warm reception, Nymeria aligned her fate with that of Mors Dayne Martell, forging an alliance in the face of looming challenges. Together, they confronted the trials of Nymeria's War, battling valiantly against the uprising led by House Yronwood. In these tumultuous times, Nymeria's indomitable spirit earned her a place in history as a warrior queen—a symbol of strength and hope amidst the turmoil of a realm in transition.
While the Rhoynar princes began to face the Valyrians separately in the following years, being constantly defeated and subjugated by the military superiority of the dragonlords of Valyria, who began to spread colonies throughout the Rhoyne on the ruins of the destroyed Rhoynar cities.
Garin convinced other leaders of neighboring cities to join forces under his command to face the invaders together, directing the largest army hitherto seen in Essos against an army of 100,000 Valyrians, 100 war elephants, and 3 dragons. Using strategies that harness the magic of the river Rhoyne, Garin managed to push back the Valyrian empire for the first time and won the title of "The Great."
While in Rhoynar after Prince Garin's astonishing triumph, he stood tall as a unifying force, uniting all the Rhoynar city-states under his command. With unwavering determination, he led his battle-hardened army towards the magnificent city of Volantis, their sights set on conquest and victory. Little did they know that an awe-inspiring spectacle awaited them, one that would shatter their dreams of conquest.
As they approached the grand city's gates, a thunderous roar echoed across the skies, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The horizon darkened, and lasa tempest unleashed, 300 dragons soared overhead with fiery breath and ferocity in their eyes. It was a sight to behold, both breathtaking and terrifying.
Garin's heart sank, realizing the enormity of the threat before him. The dragons, majestic and terrible, descended upon his army with devastating force. In a horrifying dance of destruction, they unleashed torrents of searing flames upon the Rhoynar warriors, turning their formations into fiery infernos. Panic spread like wildfire through the ranks, but there was no escape from the onslaught.
Tens of thousands of brave Rhoynar warriors fell in mere hours, their dreams of triumph and glory crushed under the weight of the dragons' might. The once indomitable army, which had achieved victory before, now lay broken and defeated, their spirits shattered, and their hopes extinguished.
Garin, the valiant leader, stood amidst the chaos, witnessing the devastation of his people. His heart heavy with grief, he realized that even the so called Red Priestess/priest were no match for the overwhelming power of the dragons. It was a defeat that would be etched in history, a testament to the might of the dragonlords.
Captured, Garin found himself imprisoned within a cage, forced to watch as the Valyrians relentlessly razed the Rhoynar cities to the ground. Their once-vibrant society was annihilated. As a final, cruel act, legend says the Valyrians hoisted Garin's cage high above his own city, ensuring he witnessed the devastating obliteration of his homeland and the tragic demise of its people.
As the last echoes of battle subsided, Garin looked upon the smoldering ruins of his once-mighty army. The skies cleared, but the scars of the encounter would forever mark the land where dreams of conquest had crumbled to ashes. The dragons, now triumphant, returned to their lairs, leaving behind a scene of desolation and despair.Before he too died of starvation.