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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:50:12 GMT -5
This creatively-named tavern sits near the main port of Pyke, and is a favorite among the captains and crews for a good place to rest before and after raids.
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:51:10 GMT -5
Urron enters the tavern quietly, scanning the tavern before letting out a holler, trying to grab the attention of those in the tavern.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:54:58 GMT -5
His sister Jen was in the tavern, drinking with a close friend. She raised her eyebrow when her brother made noise this was never good news.
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Oct 15, 2013 11:09:05 GMT -5
Urron waited until he was satisfied that most attention was on him, and then began. "Brothers, I will not edge around my plan with petty words, or say we will all return alive. I plan to raid, plunder, and burn Deepwood Motte, a Northman keep near our newest land, Bear Island. I will need at least twenty captains and their crews to join me. We will make a statement that the lords of all of Westeros will know for years. The Ironborn are never defeated. We will raid, drown, and burn anything that stands in our way, and leave only ashes behind. Who here will sail, fight, and die with me?"
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 12:52:46 GMT -5
Euron Drumm, an iron captain and cousin of the Drumm, sat in the corner drinking a dark ale, listening to Urron.
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Oct 17, 2013 12:59:10 GMT -5
Once satisfied by the number of captains standing, he hmph's quietly. "Good. We set sail tonight, ready your crews."
(Auto-advancing with permission from Smith. Urron sails to Bear Island leading a fleet of Ironborn. Size to be determined.)
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