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The '''Storming of Tarth''' refers to the conquest of [[The Stormlands#The Isle of Tarth|Tarth]] from the [[Andals|Andal]] King [[Galladon Morne|Galladon]] of [[House Morne|Morne]] by an alliance between [[Qarlton II Durrandon]], [[Beron Blacktyde]], and the [[Green Queen]]. It ended with the exile of [[House Morne]], and reestablishment of [[House Durrandon|Durrandon]] control over the isle, with the [[House Blacktyde | The '''Storming of Tarth''' refers to the conquest of [[The Stormlands#The Isle of Tarth|Tarth]] from the [[Andals|Andal]] King [[Galladon Morne|Galladon]] of [[House Morne|Morne]] by an alliance between [[Qarlton II Durrandon]], [[Beron Blacktyde]], and the [[Green Queen]]. It ended with the exile of [[House Morne]], and reestablishment of [[House Durrandon|Durrandon]] control over the isle, with the [[House Blacktyde|Blacktydes]] given Evenfall Hall and the rest of Tarth to rule over. | ||
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Qarlton Halfhand | It was during an autumn of vicious storms. The worst the Summer Sea had to offer came barrelling across Cape Wrath - cyclones and thunderstorms the likes of which had not been seen in a generation or more. Shipbreaker Bay tossed and turned, shattering even the smallest of fishing vessels in its terrible fit of rage. It was this autumn that Qarlton Durrandon, Qarlton Halfhand, sailed from the Galelands, the nearest point between his kingdom and the isle of Tarth. With him sailed Beron Blacktyde, and a small army from the Rainwood. A sight unseen since the Long Night came ashore at Mightpoint: the children of Durran, and the children of the forest, united against a common foe. | ||
The | The rains never stopped pouring through the campaign. Lightning speared the sky and thunder boomed loud enough to leave men stunned and shaken. The torrential rains turned the land into a quagmire of mud, and the heavily armored men of Morne could not withstand the fury. Obsidian arrows buried into them, piercing right through heavy plate as though they were not even wearing it. The children danced across tree branches, leaving no time for an organized retreat in most cases. Men drowned in their armor, suffocating as entire lines were subsumed by mudslides. | ||