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Post by Erik on Nov 29, 2007 2:48:42 GMT -5
Erik bursts into the inn, looking frantic. When he sees Sargon, he tells him, "Oh, thank the Drowned God. I've been looking everywhere for you. You've got to get the fuck out of here, Sargon. As soon as possible. Everyone's talking, that Bolton girl's cried rape."
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 7:26:56 GMT -5
Sargon looks up. Raising an eyebrow. “Are you fucking serious?” His hands ball into tight fists, one smashing at the oaken table irritably, sending the flagon of dark ale smashing to the foor. Letting out a loud sigh, Greyjoy stands. "Then what do you propose I do, brother? Those bloody guardsmen whisked her right off my fucking ship. The harbor will be closed off…”
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Post by Erik on Nov 29, 2007 12:44:46 GMT -5
Erik shakes his head, "They aren't that fast. The Lannisters don't seem to have reacted too much just yet. Just go, I'll meet you on Pyke. And I hope she was a damn good lay."
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 13:17:26 GMT -5
Sargon spits on the ground, cursing. “Aye…probably best. Might take some time to gather my crew… Still, we can get them back ‘eh?” He grins.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 29, 2007 13:27:31 GMT -5
Herman stood up, putting a hand on Sargon's shoulder.
"Need a hand?" He asked, no longer as drunk, nor as roughly Iron as he sounded a moment ago. His eyes were steel, however. Something about that whole scene had brought back something to Herman.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 13:34:39 GMT -5
Sargon shrugs off the stranger irritably and keeps moving towards the door. He turns his head slightly and calls back to him as an after thought, “Aye…m’haps I do.”
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 29, 2007 16:48:39 GMT -5
Euron happened to have gone to the privy only moments before Erik came in. When he walks out to find Sargon gone, he mutters curses and goes after the bastard for leaving him.
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Post by Fel on Dec 3, 2007 13:59:58 GMT -5
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Hardon Kenning, Xaza and Sargon Greyjoy enter the Inn. Hardon orders them each an ale, then seats down at a table.
Hardon takes a sip of his beer, then speaks ina friendly tone, "so, Sargon, tell us true. Erik believes you bedded this girl he's being accused of raping. Is that what happened?"
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Post by shacklock on Dec 3, 2007 14:04:04 GMT -5
Glancing around briefly, Sargon shrugs nonchalantly. Taking a long chug of his ale. “To be fair, I doubt I could be sure. I had a lot of them Bravosi whiskeys.”
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Post by Fel on Dec 3, 2007 14:22:33 GMT -5
Hardon's friendly demeanour finally disappears, he leans forward, a dark look in his eyes. "Listen to me you treachorous little pup, things will go very badly for you if you don't come forward about this. Erik didn't fucking do it, everyone knows he didn't. Siding with the Boltons over your own blood..." Hardon looks at him with deep contempt, "you worthless piece of shit, what did they offer you?"
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Post by shacklock on Dec 3, 2007 14:35:03 GMT -5
Sargon manages to keep his expression more or less looking at ease, taking another drink of Ale before replying. Leaning forward himself. “A bold and remarkably stupid accusation. We all know full well how the Bolton bastards lust after Lordship of Bear-Island and…” He smirks, “They aren’t known for their charity nor their trustworthy nature.”
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Post by Fel on Dec 3, 2007 14:38:16 GMT -5
Hardon slams his fist down on the table. "I knew it! Mark my words, you'll pay for this Greyjoy," Hardon says, pointing a finger at Sargon, his voice a dark rumble.
Hardon leaves the Inn in a fury, followed by the unusually quiet Xaza.
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Post by shacklock on Dec 3, 2007 14:47:30 GMT -5
Sargon shrugs to himself, drinking idly. After a moment, Ulerr moves out of the crowd to sit opposite. “It’s a dangerous game captain… And getting more risky.” “Aye…but it’s got prospect, for both of us my friend.” They both grin, but rather uneasily.
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Post by elaena on Dec 3, 2007 16:36:38 GMT -5
tow scruffy-looking, dark haired boys stand outside The Silver Blade. One is peering through the window, the other watching the goings-on in the street.
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 4, 2007 7:36:49 GMT -5
Several men in Lannister colors appear and observe the boys for a moment. They match the description.
"Are you brothers of Lady Eleana?"- One of them asks.
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