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Post by shacklock on Dec 3, 2007 13:54:44 GMT -5
OOC: perfect
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 4, 2007 21:09:58 GMT -5
The harbor is finally reopened.
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Post by Fel on Dec 7, 2007 18:57:47 GMT -5
The Punisher and the Sea Cleaver pull in to Lannisport harbour. From the Punisher descends the tall, muscled figure of Felryn Harlaw.
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2007 15:28:48 GMT -5
Punisher, Sea Cleaver, Saltsword and Black Swan all depart from the harbour, heading towards the Iron Islands.
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 15:30:59 GMT -5
OOC: With people from the trial onboard?
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2007 15:45:13 GMT -5
Yes, most of the Ironborn who were at the trial have left, no one who was on trial though.
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Post by elaena on Dec 10, 2007 15:47:12 GMT -5
OOC: So they just went "Good luck Erik, bye!" and walked off, now there's friends for ya...
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Post by shacklock on Dec 11, 2007 18:11:08 GMT -5
Sargon Greyjoy sits, locked in the cabin of his small reaver-ship, drinking heavily. This damm waiting was a game he did not care for. The captain was sick to death of the city of Lannisport, he needed the open-deck of his ship at sea once more.
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Post by Erik on Dec 13, 2007 3:25:21 GMT -5
The Lucky Bastard finally leaves Lannisport behind, heading North.
The Flayed Slut is left at port, for the time being.
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Post by Fel on Dec 13, 2007 5:19:26 GMT -5
The Iron Price pulls in.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 13, 2007 23:23:10 GMT -5
Strider led the Braavosi through the streest of Lannisport. Several times they would duck into an alley, and double back. Strider continueously looking over his shoulder. One time he even risked the open square. He surveyed the rooftops un till satisfied nobody was watching from there. Three hours later they went to another inn, where two mounts were waiting. They rode hard towards the edge of the city, and then suddenly Strider veered his horse under a pass of a nearby empty bridge.
They found two other Bolton men hiding there, Strider told the Braavosi man to switch clothes with them. And then the two men took their horses and went on their way. Strider took a seat, and put some sour leaf in a pipe of his. They waited for another hour before continuing on foot. After another hour of walking they came to a grove where they found some more mounts waiting. They got on those and then rode to a nearby spot. They eventually found a small camp hidden by a river, far from the city. There were two men sitting by a fire. "Well, here we are." Strider said, rather tiredly.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 13, 2007 23:33:16 GMT -5
The Braavosi sat at the fire and smiled, "Greetings from a friend across the sea. He has sent me here to speak to you."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 13, 2007 23:40:36 GMT -5
The man at the fire looked up. "And what intrest would this friend have in me?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2007 1:50:05 GMT -5
"He offers you safety. And support. Do you want these things? Or should I leave now?" asks the Braavosi.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 14, 2007 18:55:41 GMT -5
"Support, ay, I'll take that. Safety? What safety could he offer me that isn't in the North?"
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