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Post by edricdayne on Nov 29, 2007 18:26:54 GMT -5
"Well, I think I may head back to the Iron Isles. I have grown weary of being away so long. I might hitch a ride on another ship, and get back to Orkmont. It's been over a year since I've been back there and if I'm going to sway my father I need to make sure I'm with him a lot." Euron sits back in his chair, leaning it back onto two legs.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 18:32:47 GMT -5
Wearily Sargon sinks back onto the bed with a groan. “It has been a long fucking day…” he says, chuckling. A long day that has raised a great many troubling situations.
“Best of luck to you Euron. And be wary once you reach the Isles again.”
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 29, 2007 18:37:16 GMT -5
Near on seventy guards appear, dressed in Lannister colors. They proceed to sail picket ships to block the harbor, claiming that they will be searching each ship for a rapist.
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 29, 2007 18:39:36 GMT -5
Euron nods, "Aye. I feel stormy days coming, I can feel it in these salty bones of mine. " Euron takes the wine bottle and downs a few gulps, before slamming it back down on the table. "I've got to get going now to find a ship to get back on."
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 18:44:22 GMT -5
A cry goes up from one of the Reaver’s crewmen. Sargon curses and dashes outside to the sight of the blockade quickly being formed. “Drowned Gods take the bastards… Seems my brother is stuck here, and so are we.”
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Post by Erik on Nov 29, 2007 19:15:58 GMT -5
Erik comes up onto the deck of the Lucky Bastard when he hears the commotion. He finds some guards and asks them, "What's the trouble? Who would you be looking for?"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 29, 2007 20:07:43 GMT -5
The guards give little information. "We are looking for a rapist who is rumored to be in the harbour. All ships will be held untill we thoughly search it."
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Post by Erik on Nov 29, 2007 20:38:44 GMT -5
Erik's eyebrows rise at the mention of a rapist. "You have a description, ser, or were you just planning on walking up to everyone in the harbor and asking if they've raped someone lately?"
Fucking Sargon. He couldn't leave when I told him to?
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 20:59:10 GMT -5
Sargon paces the deck of his ship, drinking from a skin of ale. Gradually more of his crewmen turn up over the next few hours.
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 29, 2007 21:34:29 GMT -5
Euron sticks around on the ship, walking around just as Sargon is. He is almost as fidgety as Sargon, except for the fact that he wasn't being accused of rape.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 30, 2007 0:13:16 GMT -5
Another band of guards, twenty in all, ride up, clutching swords and spears. The leader, a rough looking man, dismounts, and the other follow suit. Soon the group has forced their way towards the Lucky Bastard.
"Erik Coldiron! Erik Coldiron! You are hereby summoned by Lord Randal. No harm will be done if you come peacefully, but we are authorized to use force if you resist."
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Post by Erik on Nov 30, 2007 1:32:29 GMT -5
Erik raises his eyebrow at the call.
Let's see. They have about twenty men. I've got a good fifty. But no way I'd get out of the harbor.
"I'll go peacefully, but with what am I charged?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 30, 2007 8:39:49 GMT -5
Hardon Kenning arrives from the Iron Islands on the Saltsword, and is let through the blockade. ((OOC: I presume he is, anyway))
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Post by shacklock on Nov 30, 2007 11:50:54 GMT -5
Greyjoy witnesses the arrival of Hardon’s familiar ship as it sails into the harbour. He also notes the Red-Cloaks at the Lucky Bastard.Sargon lets out a sigh of relief, muttering, “Well…now I know they aren’t coming for me ‘least.”
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 30, 2007 12:33:40 GMT -5
Herman steps out to watch the commotion. That Erik fellow looked familiar, and because of such, he followed the men holding him.
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