In Dorne after the Martells finally bowed to the Targaryens a revolt almost broke out. This was not from the vassals, or the people of sunspear or even the brash and mostly unthinking youth. No, this revolt came from a section of dornish society that all outsiders and even most dornish forgot about, The orphans of the Greenblood.
They more than anyone else in Dorne maintained their Rhoynar heritage, worshiping the Mother Rhoyne, and trying to live as their ancestors had in Essos before the Valyrian's arrived. For the Orphans, bowing to the dragons was completely unacceptable, after all why else had they left their land and mother but to escape dragons? Even the Martells, whom otherwise could count on the absolute loyalty of the orphans, could not contain the anger and for a time it seemed that a civil war would break out in Dorne not even few moons after the end of the war of conquest.
As Aegon and his lords began to draft plans to bring the Rhoynar under heel, war was averted by a lowborn man by the name of Garin. Garin was born completely ordinary. The middle child who had 6 siblings, he was not one people would comment upon, a quiet child, he spent most of his time by the water like most of his people, disliking the desert and the sea. But once the conquest of Dorne was under way all that changed.
It is said that one day while travelling with his village on the greenblood, out of nowhere queen Visenya descended and began burning the village nearby, as the villagers scrambled for cover visenya began targeting people further away, before unleashing her flames upon the small group, in desperation Garin threw himself in front of the group which included his entire family and begged mother rhoyne for aid. It seemed it was all for waste as large steam burst and visenya left, satisfied that they all were dead and the local lord had learnt his lesson in defying the dragon. But all was not what it seemed for the steam covered the fact that the group had survived, protected by a wall of water such as those conjured by the rhoynish water wizards of old. Mother Rhoyne had heard Garin's plea and had saved his family.
After the war when it became clear that the Martells, the heirs to Nymeria had bowed to the Valyrian's Garin quickly began drawing more and more of the True Rhoynar of Dorne to his side by proposed an audacious undertaking, that the Orphans of the greenblood should abandon Dorne and return to the embrace of Mother Rhoyne. He used his tale as proof that she is calling for her children to come home. Soon most agree barring a vocal minority who wish to remain in Dorne and feeling that this journey is folly, though since their influence is limited Garin's call is heeded.
And so, using the money the orphans of the greenblood have saved for exactly this day they purchase over 400 well stocked ships from the braavosi. At last in 12 AC over a thousand years after princess Nymeria led her people to Dorne to escape the Valyrian's, Garin of the Greenblood leads his people back to their mother, for the dragons of Essos are dead and their lands ash. Though while most leave some stay and since these are mostly women they are known as the Widows of the greenblood.
They first sail towards Volantis, and the many mouths of the river rhoyne. One night they use the same mouth as Nymeria had in her voyage in order to avoid patrol ships and the bay of Volantis. After all skilled sailors, they maybe they are no match for the volantene and their slave armies.
Soon however they cross the mouth and the orphans are reunited with their mother. The voices of thousands singing and cheering is heard as tears of joy flow freely, the emotions are hard to ignore, and even harder to suppress despite all knowing that they can't be found or caught unless they wish to be sold into slavery, despite this few think of the consequences for their hearts overwhelm their minds. Though the celebrations are not to last for soon the children of rhoyne grow silent at the sight of ruins, clearly Rhoynar, which reminds them of the stakes of their journey, that while they have returned to their mother they are wet not safe.
For the Rhoynar the question now is where to find the land upon which they are to settle. This is a trickier thing than imagined, for the Rhoynar must find a place to settle where they could avoid the Dothraki, the slavers, the pirates, the free cities and any other enemies. Mother rhoyne may be large, but she has still been divided up by outsiders and there is not place where her children can settle safely.
The realisation quickly saps they joy and happiness from the Rhoynar as they continue to sail upstream and into the sorrows. The Sorrows is a stretch of the Rhoyne from south of Dagger Lake to beyond the ruins of Chroyane, the festival city. Each Rhoynar knew the tale of the sorrows of how when the rhoynish armies were burnt by the dragons, Garin the Great leader of their armies had called upon a curse, bringing greyscale and think damp fog to what was once the heartlands of the Rhoynar, making sure that their city and lands could not be taken by the Valyrian's.
As they approach the great sorrow or the city of chroyane, a sense despair burst from the Rhoynar, an almost physical blanket enveloped them for at one time the bleak ruin in front of them was the festival city, the richest, most beautiful and most powerful city of the Rhoynar people. Now it was a ruin inhabited by stone men and fog.
It is here that Garin, according to tales, was whispered a secret by mother rhoyne, and he commanded that the fleet sail into the fog, westwards. This caused an uproar amongst the captains present who declare the fog it too thick, to which Garin replies using the now famous words, "the Son of the Rhoyne on orders from the Mother herself commands this to be done and so you". Reluctantly the flagship carrying Garin turned left and starts sailing, suddenly cries breakout as people protest, as they don't want to get stuck by the ruins being obscured by the fog and to then be killed by the stone men, but Garin remains determined and orders them forward. To the astonishment of the people however, while the fog gets thicker and thicker until it's not possible to see what they had right in front of their eye's, they do not reach shore rather they come out of the fog to a paradise. A warm sun and lush fertile fields greet the Rhoynar who emerge from the fog of the sorrows, as they now are entering the river Lohrulu, the smiling daughter.
The fog not which had prevented people from coming closer had become a shield, protecting these lands for centuries waiting for the children of the Rhoyne to come home.
The entire fleet soon enters the tributary river and make their way upstream. Half way they stop when they spot the ruins of an old city, which looks mendable, surrounded by open fields and which has a large river dock. Therefore in 13 AC the Rhoynar settle at what shall be called the Sunfort, where they crown Garin the first king of the Rhoynar as reward for bringing them back home. Garin would lead to Rhoynar into an age of peace and his descendants and people would use this to rebuild not only their civilisation but also their strength, for now that they were finally home after so long, not even dragons or those who think themselves dragons could remove them or take it from it. Though that tale is a story for another time.
