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Post by Erik on Nov 7, 2007 17:26:17 GMT -5
Skyte drunkenly shambles past Berion, Sargon, and the others. "'E's Qarl's boy, eh? Sargon Greyjib...job...Greyjoy." He laughs loudly. "Kill any a' these damned Reachers, boy? Or you just drinkin' what we won?"
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Post by shacklock on Nov 7, 2007 17:27:35 GMT -5
Pushing back a thick strand of hair from his eyes, Sargon replied in a light, joking tone. “I’m insulted, I’ve heard of the name Berion the Bloody yet he has not heard mine? Sargon Greyjoy is mine name.”
Turning his head to eye the latest speaker, Sargon smirked. "If anyone's in their cups it's you my friend. As for these Greenlanders, I sent a score of them to the depths!"
" An...we'll sink as many more when they return!" One of his crewman roared besides him.
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Post by theother on Nov 7, 2007 17:35:22 GMT -5
Quellon Drumm glowers at the ruckus but chooses to say nothing. His men nearby look fearful and anxious however.
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Post by Fel on Nov 8, 2007 7:36:52 GMT -5
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Felryn slams open the door of the lord's solar to find his father. "They will burn!" He shouts. "Pyke! Pyke has been taken by those fucking worthless shits!" He was letting out a side of his character he had kept hidden from his father since his return. "Give me command of the fleet, father, and I swear I will see them utterly crushed. And when they have no ships left, we will reave all that they hold dear, the Reach shall be our playgarden as we run rampant, burning and razing anything we come across! Their wives and children will be ours to do with as we please! Oldtown shall once again remember the fear of the coming of the Ironborn!" He stormed around the room as he said he all these things, then suddenly he stopped. He thought hard for a moment then sat down.
"What word do you have from Erik Pyke on the matter of these Shield Islands?" He said, calmly.
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Post by theother on Nov 8, 2007 7:44:09 GMT -5
Lord Harlaw looked startled at the inital outburst but soon he was as angry as Felryn had ever seen him "Those impudent bastards! They don't have the sense to know when they're beaten! Take some ships and teach them it's death to tread on Pyke without my leave to do so. No prisoners!" he kicked over the table in anger, spilling it's contents onto the floor. He spun round to Felryn "If you don't return with the head of their leader, you'd best not return at all!" he snarled. He stormed out, yelling orders to any captains he met to gather their men.
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Post by Fel on Nov 8, 2007 7:53:30 GMT -5
Ferlyn grinned with grim satisfaction. He hadn't had time to mention the matter of his own representative in King's Landing, but no matter, he had what he wanted.
He jumped out of his seat to begin preparations.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 8, 2007 8:00:20 GMT -5
Sargon chuckled quietly, watching Harlaw’s son stormed up the stairway, rage clearly written across his features.
“Somethin’s rattled him good, battle comin’ I’d say, Greyjoy.” Uler noted.
“Aye…I’ll go find out” Sargon answered, buckling on his dirks and heading towards the castle’s Solar and Lord Harlaw for answers.
Striding towards the Solar, Sargon requested entrance confindently.
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Post by theother on Nov 8, 2007 9:30:55 GMT -5
Once Sargon got to the solar he found the table on it's side and Lord Harlaw deep in animated discussions with Harral Greyjoy & Quellon Drumm.
Spotting Sargon, Lord Dickon turned to him and snapped "Yes? What do you want?" somewhat tetchily.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 8, 2007 9:37:05 GMT -5
Greyjoy raised an eyebrow skeptically before grinning. “I'm wonderin' what the problem is, an' how Storm-Reaver and my men could be put to good, bloody use. Them and myself are hungry for more reaving." Sargon patted his favourite dirk gently as he spoke.
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Post by theother on Nov 8, 2007 9:54:06 GMT -5
Dickon frowned "Pyke has been seized by the forces of the Reach. They - "
Quellon roared "Seized because of your incompetance! Balor was never stupid enough to sail the entire fleet away and leave the Pyke undefended!"
Harral gripped his axe and yelled back at Drumm "I didn't see you volunteering to leave your ship behind, Drumm" he sneered
Drumm looked murderous and opened his mouth to respond, his hand on the hilt of Red Rain.
"SILENCE!" shouted Dickon. "What's done is done, Quellon and quarreling amongst ourselves will not undo it!" Turning to Sargon he said "Your ship Storm-Reaver could help by sailing out with some of the fleet and teaching these reachlanders the penalty for defiling our land with their presence" he said with a face like thunder.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 8, 2007 10:02:39 GMT -5
Sargon’s eyes widened, shock clearly showing for a moment before he growled angrily. “Aye, that’s all I’m asking for. These Greenland bastards will sleep below the ocean soon enough!”
Leaving the solar, Sargon strode downstairs, calling out for his companion and second, “Uler! Gather the rest of the crew on the beach; tell them to ready Storm-Reaver to sail, soon!”
As he swept through the castle and into it’s yard, the Young Kraken’s mind was filled with the tales and drinking songs soon to written of him. A fierce grin slipping across his young features.
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Post by Sam on Mar 24, 2008 14:04:41 GMT -5
A letter arrives at each of the Shield Islands, addressed to each lord respectively. All the letters are sealed with blue wax, impressed into which a ship can be seen.
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Hope you all are well and happy.