Nymella Qorgyle

**Nymella Qorgyle** is the sole legitimate child of the late Lord Qunetyn Qorgyle and current Lady of Sandstone. A skilled administrator, Nymella's dream has always been to turn the dunes of Sandstone into an oasis of prosperity and culture.

When her father and mother both died unexpectedly of the bloody flux some ten years prior, Nymella was pushed into the position of a ruling lady, a rank which at first she seemed ill-prepared for, but as her childhood progressed many came to realize just how suited she was for the role.

## Appearance and Character

Nymella looks more Rhoynish than any of her Andal ancestors. Her black hair is long and often un-kept, framing her sharp cheekbones and radiant green eyes. Her olive complexion was inherited from her Rhoynish mother. She has an athletic figure, well toned from riding throughout her dotted holdings in the desert.

Imperious and serious, yet still playful and kind, Nymella often gives into her desires, and as a result has remained sternly unmarried. Despite her rough upbringing she is quite easy to get along with, possessing many friends and allies in far-reaching provinces.

## Biography

Born in the seventy-fifth year since Aegon's conquest, Nymella was the first legitimate child of Lord Quentyn Qorgyle. The lord and his lady-wife had planned to sire many more children, but as the years turned without success, the Lord of Sandstone was forced to accept that his wife had turned barren. Despite this setback, Quentyn remained married to his wife, forgoing the idea of a "dishonorable annulment" for the sake of his family's reputation. This vow, however, did not mean that he would remain faithful, and within three years the infant Nymella had yet another half-sister: Obella Sand.

In her youth many considered Nymella prideful, and being the only legitimate child of Lord Quentyn certainly did little to abate those early opinions of her. Even at the young age of eight she would often be found commanding servants and soldiers as if she were the Lady of Sandstone already. Many would go along with it for fun, but those few that fought back soon regretted it whenever the mischievous Nymella would tell her father about their "lazy conduct" around the castle, often resulting in their dismissal from the castle.

She wouldn't stay this way forever, however, as on the eighty-seventh year a terrible blight of the bloody flux struck the demesne of her house, killing hundreds of peasants and scores of minor nobles. Even her family was not safe from the sickness. Two of her uncles, an aunt, and two of her infant cousins were the first to be lost, and soon after so too did her parents follow their deceased kin.

Thereafter, Nymella was consumed by internal grief and self-pity, yearning for something to latch onto to save herself from any further pain. That help would only manifest itself in the form of her younger sisters, and over the years the three girls would become best friends, only ever leaving each other's side when absolutely necessary.

Eventually the Lady of Sandstone would get over the loss of her parents as best as she could, burying herself in the pursuit of knowledge. She found happiness within the endless tides of books that others would've seen as boring. Large manuscripts about stewardship and gargantuan tomes regarding engineering were consumed by her in single nights, and by the age of eighteen the far more open and opportunistic Nymella could speak fluently in Valyrian, Volantene, Qohorik, and Tyroshi. She even attempted to learn the tongue of Yi-Ti, but soon gave up after she became far too busy to pursue it further.

Many saw an irony in Nymella becoming well-versed in the arts of stewardship and administration. The holdings of Sandstone had never been fertile, glass and various animals being the castle's largest export. But where others saw sand Nymella saw opportunity, and by her twentieth year she had embarked upon countless economic ventures to increase the revenues and fertility of her lands. Man-made streams stemming from major rivers fed new farmland, and state-of-the-art mills produced grain for the bakeries of Planky Town. The endless dunes were scoured for pockets of sand suitable for glass-making, and while at first there was only failure, the discovery of suitable sand to the west of the keep soon began to turn into large profits for the Lady of Sandstone. It wasn't that she was smart as much as she was ambitious. For many of the endeavors which she succeeded in had never been attempted before in the first place.

   Soon after the reports of the success of her lands began to arrive at Sunspear, Nymella was personally invited by Nymor Martell to serve as "an Adviser to the Prince," a position of great renown and opportunity. The twenty year-old Nymella was, at first, hesitant to accept, fearing that the economic gains of Sanstone would be lost in her absence due to mismanagement, but in truth she was more scared of being separated from her sisters. It would take Tyene and Obella no more than three moons to convince Nymella to go, reassuring her that if anything went awry they would send for her immediately.

The tall towers of Sunspear and sprawling city below were a far cry from the quaint castle of Sandstone. It was a mysterious place filled with strange people, and as a result Nymella was cautious when it came to meeting new people besides her mentor, the Lord Steward Cletus Martell. To busy her mind she resumed her diligent studies, working alongside Lord Cletus to the fullest extent possible. For almost a year this work ethic persisted, forgoing others for her personal fortune. However, much would change when she met Sarella Martell, an apparent Water Priestess of the Old Mother Rhoyne. As the lady of an originally Andal house, Nymella was hesitant to become acquainted with the Priestess, yet as they got to know one-another her shyness began to shed away, inevitably beginning to wonderful friendship between the pair.

To this day Nymella continues on with her duties as an adviser to the Prince of Dorne. Her youth have made many cast doubts on her abilities, but as the last living legitimate Qorgyle her peers are forced to deal with her instead of anyone else. The Lady of Sandstone yearns for a brighter future for her downtrodden house, searching everywhere for anything that could help this fruitful endeavor.