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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Aug 7, 2007 3:48:51 GMT -5
The harbour at Lannisport was the grandest and largest port in western Westeros. The dockyards thronged with traders, merchants, goldhands and sailors going about their business all in a raucous cacophany of noise. At least a dozen ships were loading and unloading their goods from the huge wharf which stretched across the length of the town and several small patrol ships weaved to and fro, guiding them with efficent skill.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Aug 7, 2007 4:18:44 GMT -5
The harbour master surveyed the crowds from his office, gazing out across the bay as he kept a close eye on the ships coming and going. He didn't want a repeat of last month's trouble when a Reach trader had slammed into the side of Dornish merchantman, nearly buckling her hull. Today seemed busy, but under control and he sighed happily, sipping at his hot herbal tea.
In the distance he spotted some sails approaching. He frowned at the number. It was rare to see so many ships travelling together. He reached for his looking glass and peered through the lens. The ships resolved themselves into sharp focus. Ironborn! The Harbour master blanched as he bellowed out to the guards outside to sound the alarm. He anxiously looked through the glass again. They were approaching swiftly, the wind at their backs, they would be here in a matter of minutes. He quickly counted their number; 8 ships. He frowned again and scanned the horizon. Only 8 ships? That would not be nearly enough to assault the harbour. He looked again at the lead ship. It came in swiftly but he noticed a parlay flag flying from the prow. This was turning into an odd day. The harbour master grabbed his things and ran down the stairs towards the nearest patrol boat.
The docks were panicked now as word spread of the ironborn's impending arrival. Several merchantmen were cutting their mooring ropes and making a run for open sea. Two of them nearly rammed each other in their haste, as the patrol boats weaved angrily amongst them, trying to restore some semblance of order. The goldhands were gathering in the dockyards, as traders and sailors streamed past them into town.
The ironborn cruised silently into the harbour mouth, ignoring the merchantmen completely and effortlessly steering round them. The harbour master's boat pulled up cautiously nearby and hailed the lead vessel "Ho there! What is your business in Lannisport?" the harbour master bellowed. A grey-beared man looked over the side, contemptuously glancing at the patrol boat before replying "We are here at Lord Baldwin's request, in answer to his call for council". The harbour master looked relieved and then his face coloured in anger "Why did you not send word of your acceptance by raven?" he yelled. The ironborn's face darkened "Be careful, cur. We go where we please and when we please. Now will you grant us safe passage as lord Baldwin has decreed?". The harbour master glowered but pointed at the far end of the harbour.
The lead ironborn ship, the harbour master noted it's name on the bow was Iron Kraken, moved into position and the gangplank was lowered. Several burly ironborn were first off the ship, warily glancing around them, before a tall lithe man wearing a coral circlet and long black cloak with a golden kraken disembarked. Two more ships, Tidebreaker and Iron Price, also moored up, with the remainder staying at anchor nearby. He spoke quickly with the commander of the local goldhands and soon a party of 40 or so ironborn made their way out of the harbour and towards the Rock. The harbour master sighed at the knowledge that he was going to have to put up with the presence of the rest of them and the inevitable fights in local taverns. No-one here was fond of the ironborn and that feeling was entirely mutual. He arranged for the goldhands and town watch to be notified and patrols trebled in the area to try and keep order. He cursed the seven gods and felt a headache coming on.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 7, 2007 12:40:51 GMT -5
Edmure made sure all well on the ship before making his way off it. As he walked by a small harbour sept he went inside and lit a candle to all the Seven. It had been a while since he had last honored his gods, and he was glad to be able to finally do so. As he left he touched his hand to a statue of the Maiden, "Luck," he whispered. He took a ride on the back of a wagon making its way to Casterly Rock and finally reached the courtyard.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Aug 8, 2007 11:13:55 GMT -5
Bella Blacktyde and Amdle walked with the group to the yard of the Rock. Amdle blinked slightly at the rapidity of events. He had been dragged from the sea only to find himself hanging out in the lion's den.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Aug 8, 2007 11:28:44 GMT -5
Another ironborn ship pulled in, much to the harbour master's ongoing irritation. Word was spreading and traders were starting to stay away from Lannisport. A space was cleared in the harbour and she came in to dock. A old looking man got off and, spotting Bella, strided towards them. "Bella! I need to see Balor straight away. Do you know where he went?" Bella looked at him rather disparagingly and said "He's at the Rock, Botley. He'll be back soon". "This cannot wait!" Lord Botley said and started off for the castle.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Aug 8, 2007 13:32:17 GMT -5
Balor and his party entered the docks. In short order they were boarding the ships, the captains dragging some of their drunk crew out of the nearby bars and taverns with shouts, kicks and curses. Soon enough, the ships hoist sails and begin to sail out of harbour, heading north.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Sept 9, 2007 13:40:17 GMT -5
Ships continue to move in and out of the harbor, as trade picks up again.
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Post by sagewolf on Sept 26, 2007 5:12:45 GMT -5
Cedric sketches some images on his drawing pad, images of boats and ships in the harbor. He is perched on a low wall in between two maritime taverns. He smiles to himself as he finishes the drawings, sketching the flames that devour the ships and the occupants leaping into the water to save themselves.
"Done." He says happily, and hops off of the wall, whistling a tune as he walks back home.
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Post by melon on Sept 26, 2007 5:23:23 GMT -5
Lord Robert Hightower having spent the morning talk with Master of Lannisport Harbour had bored him totally he wished to return to the years of training with Tallahar but the man had gone North with the King and left Robert here alone.
As he walked he passes by a small boy whistling a pleasant tune, "My boy I must say that is a good tune, who are you and why are you left to run free." Robert was confused as the boy wore fine clothes yet there were no guards.
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Post by sagewolf on Sept 26, 2007 5:31:12 GMT -5
Cedric smiled up at the man in a disdainful manner.
"Cedric Lannister, you fool man. Where do you hail from? Beyond the Wall? Surely by the way you dress and smell you are a wildling." The boy laughed heartily at his own joke.
"Leave me be, Wildman, I have matters to attend to that would simply confuse you. Namely a bath." He laughed again as he walked off, leaving the other man behind.
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Post by melon on Sept 26, 2007 5:35:40 GMT -5
"Unless you want a clout around the Ear you shall show manners to your betters, I am Lord Robert Hightower, Voice of Oldtown. So your a Lannister are you it is never good to have more of them."
Robert has stepped in front of Cedric so to get past the man would have to be done by force which would be hard for a small boy.
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Post by sagewolf on Sept 26, 2007 5:38:12 GMT -5
"If you don't move your overripe stomach out of my path, you will be dragged down to the dungeons and beat you impetuous oaf." Cedric stood waiting.
"Lord of the Hills for all the shit it is worth, get the fuck out of my way or you will pay the consequences!"
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Post by melon on Sept 26, 2007 5:44:49 GMT -5
"Me pay what are you then a Bastard who thinks himself a Lannister, Not a man in this city would take me or could they, I am a deadly with a blade something you should be afraid of BOY." Robert still has a smile on his face but there is Steel behind the words he speaks.
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Post by sagewolf on Sept 26, 2007 5:51:06 GMT -5
"Not a man, you say?" He laughed. "You MUST be stupider than you look. I am the son of Lord Baldwin. This is his city. Your petty titles will hold little grounds when I say you tried to molest my person. Shall I scream rape?" He smirked. "I believe a rape charge gets you three square meals of your own genitals, pervert."
He was tired of talking, he moved swiftly and was around Lord Robert in an instant, walking back towards his home.
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Post by melon on Sept 26, 2007 5:55:24 GMT -5
"So your one of Baldwins git. Will you'll end up like your Father dead by his won sons sword, or how about Allard the dear boy who did that to him, Will you be a Kinslayer. I am a Great Lord you are nothing a regent sits where you should." Robert calls this all on a crowed street and all hear as he yells after the Lannister boy.
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