Deepwood Motte

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 18:50:38 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 18:50:38 GMT -5 A wooden keep near the coast, Deepwood Motte is the home of the Glovers.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 18:52:28 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 18:52:28 GMT -5

A single Ironborn longboat sails into the little port near the keep. It flies the Coldiron barrel-and-axes, and under that a white peace banner. After docking, Erik steps off the ship with 30 of the crew as guards and makes his way toward the keep, to speak to Lord Glover.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 19:56:41 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2007 19:56:41 GMT -5 They are lead into the keep, Lord Glover limps out frowning, "Yes?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 20:22:34 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 20:22:34 GMT -5 Erik gives a short bow and smiles, "Lord Glover. I am Erik Coldiron, Lord of Bear Island. I thought we might talk a little politics."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 20:30:31 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2007 20:30:31 GMT -5 Glover eyed the other man with a barely concealed distaste. "Of course."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 20:45:54 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 20:45:54 GMT -5 "Now now, no need to look so sour. I'd just like to ascertain your loyalties. I suppose you've heard that your Lord Regent is a fugitive?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 20:52:47 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2007 20:52:47 GMT -5 "Yes. By the man who killed the Regent as I heard. It seems like he was serving the King." Glover replied as cold as the wind on the sea.

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Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 21:01:06 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 21:01:06 GMT -5

"Your news is old. The Regent lives, and Lord Horas has not been convicted of anything. Lyas attempted to instigate a revolt against the crown, starting with having his niece level false accusations against me. I'm not sure about the whole thing, all that plotting runs my head ragged. I will put it plainly. Do you stand with the Boltons, who are sure to get themselves killed? Or would you rather not have the North torn apart by another costly war?" Erik's face grows serious for the first time, doing his best to match the other man's demeanor.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 21:06:45 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2007 21:06:45 GMT -5 "I do not want a war. I am not a Bolton man. I stand with the King and Lord Stark." Glover frowned.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 21:12:28 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 21:12:28 GMT -5 Erik grins. "Wonderful. Then you won't mind letting my men land here, I suppose. Provisions would be welcome, as well. Maybe a place to stay for the night. Oh, and calling up some troops to support us, of course."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 21:14:51 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2007 21:14:51 GMT -5 "You are not my Lord. You may not land here, unless you burn my keep to the ground." Glover stood up and stumbled, but seethed with anger.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 21:29:56 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 19, 2007 21:29:56 GMT -5 Erik rolls his eyes, "Oh, cut the theatrics. I'm ready to pay for use of your port, and anything else. I have no intention of burning anything between here and the Dreadfort any time soon."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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Deepwood Motte Dec 19, 2007 21:37:14 GMT -5

Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2007 21:37:14 GMT -5

"If I get commands from the King I will try and apprehend Lord Bolton. But if you put on solder on Northern land Lord "Coldiron" then we are at war. I know what your kind did to the Riverlands under no approval from the Old King." Glover spits with anger.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Deepwood Motte Dec 20, 2007 1:22:33 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2007 1:22:33 GMT -5 Erik blinks a few times. "Entirely different circumstances. Lord Glover you have my word that my troops will not harm your land or your people. But if you insist on being obstinate, I can find safe harbor elsewhere."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Deepwood Motte Dec 20, 2007 1:34:39 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2007 1:34:39 GMT -5 "If I hear they land in the North Coldiron we come for you. You may leave now." Glover replies.