Houses of the Boneway
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House Yronwood (Major)
Older even than House Martell, and second in power in Dorne to them, House Yronwood's history includes once ruling over the Marches and northern Dorne. Hearkening back to those origins, the head of the House is always given the title "the Bloodroyal". Their long renown has been tarnished by the actions of their recent ancestors, however, who joined forces with House Blackfyre in rebellion against the Targaryen kings and House Martell. Their arms are a black portcullis on a field of sand; their words are "We Guard the Way."
- Lord Edgar Yronwood is the Warden of the Stone Way, a man renowned for taking his duty seriously and his skill in warfare.
House Sungold (Minor)
Given their House's perfidy in acquiring their renowned gold mine from House Deltario, the Sungolds have a reputation as conniving and warlike, although the current lady of the House has taken efforts to try and mitigate that reputation. Shortly after their break from House Deltario, House Sungold swore fealty to House Yronwood. House Sungold's arms are a white sun on a field of gold; their words are "Rising in Splendor".
- Lady Amaya Sungold is a strong-willed woman given to compromise and negotiation over grand-standing and threats.
House Redmont (Knightly)
Redmont is a great peak of red stone on which is built the great citadel of Redmont. House Redmont is known for their cavalry, the Redmont Lancers, and for the jousting prowess of their knights and scions. They are sworn to House Yronwood. They fashion their arms with a red butte on an ermine field; their words are "In the Heights".
- Ser Rudryck Redmont is the master of this house of knights, and a fearsome knight himself. He is called the Bloodknight betimes for his garments of blood-hue at tourneys, and for his ferocity in joust and melee.
House Wyl (Minor)
In a very real way, House Wyl is at the forefront of any potential conflict, and it shows: their citadel called Boneway Castle is always manned, their troops always drilling and preparing for the inevitable conflict with the forces of the Stormlands that overtakes their peoples every few decades or so. Their arms are a black viper biting a man's ankle, on a field of yellow; their words are "Ware Our Sting".
- Lady Euphemia Wyl is warlike
