Pyke

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

The main keep of Pyke imposingly stands against the crashing waves, pounding far below. Several towers stand on rocky outcrops detached from the main island, connected to the keep by precarious rope bridges. The main gate is made of wrought iron and is formed in the stylised shape of a kraken's jaw closing. The Black & Gold flag of House Greyjoy flaps eagerly in the wind from the battlements.

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure stared up into the sky until the Drowned Priest pulled him up. The man had a kindly look to him, "how does it feel to be drowned my good sailor." Edmure glanced around, there were fewer men among his crew than there had been last night, but the ones left looked on him with admiration. He looked back at the man, "Let's just say I don't fancy going through it again, once was enough."

OOC: Balor this is your island, so I'll let you rp the priest.

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

The priest frowned "It is a great honour to be reborn as you have been. What cannot die, grows stronger" he said piously.
"Who are you, to battle the storms around Pyke in winter? You are no ironborn. You proved that much by coming through Widow's Bay rather than the safer route past the Three Maids" he points to the 3 jagged outcrops out to sea. To Edmure, they appear identical to the many other spires jutting like dragon's teeth from the swirling ocean.

[Percy Rivers]

"I've only been here once before, and that was as a young cabin boy." He rubbed his chest, it was sore where the priest had pushed down on it. "I was born in the Stormlands, but was raised on the sea. My name's Edmure Seaworth, and you have my thinks priest."

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

The priest shrugged "Those that live, deserve to do so. Many of your comrades were not so hardy, so they belong to the Drowned God now" the priest made a little motion with his right hand - obviously a religious gesture of some kind.
"Seaworth, you say? That name is not unfamilar to me" he straighted, lifting Edmure to his feet "Come, Garrick Botley will want to meet with you. His keep is not far from here"

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure made sure all was well with his crew and his ship. A mast had snapped, and the side was badly scrapped, but it was nothing that a few weeks of repair couldn't handle. He was glad that they had kept the chest of gold they had found on the ship. He turned and strode up the path with the priest.

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

They approached the keep of Lord Botley. In truth, Edmure noted it was nothing more than a glorified fortified manor home, though larger and more rough-hewn than those he had seen in the Reach. Although challenged, the priest waved them away with his driftwood cugdel and they met with Lord Botley, an aged, grizzled man about about 50.
"Who is this, Grimon?" he said curiously to the priest, staring at Edmure and his companion's bedraggled appearance.

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure gave a slight bow, "My name is Edmure Seaworth my lord." He proceeded to tell Botley all that had happened to him, minus Callen of course.

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Lord Botley frowned "Well, you have been fortunate Ser Seaworth. I have seen many men die in those waters and you are among the few to survive such a voyage" he paused, offering food and drink to the guests. Once they were comfortable he continued "You still have not said why you made the journey at all. This is not a place for casual travellers, so you must have some purpose, yes?" he sipped his wine, curiously waiting a response.

ooc: I have to go - it's 1am over here Feel free to RP Lord Botley somewhat. He perfectly willing to take you to see Lord Greyjoy, he's just trying to find out more about you first

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure felt his shoulders tense. He took a small sip, "I have business Urrigon Greyjoy," he answered simply.

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Lord Botley smiled "Urrigon Greyjoy? Perhaps you need to talk to Grimon again then!" he laughed at the notion "Urrigon has been dead these many years. Lord Balor rules the ironborn now" he sat down and looked again at Edmure and said casually "You still haven't said what that business is, of course. Mi'lord Greyjoy is a busy man and I need a reason to present him with a stranger plucked from the seas"

[Percy Rivers]

Mother grant me mercy thought Edmure. While Balor might not have much of reputation in these parts he was known well enough in the Narrow Sea and in places like Slaver's Bay. Edmure himself had had several narrow escapes from the man when he was still reaving. "I have come bearing a message from Callen Baratheon. He has sent me to seek audience with the lord of the Ironborn." Edmure figured honesty was his best bet here, Balor did not take to lies and shadows kindly.

[Lilith Royce]

A stone's throw from where Edmure had washed ashore, another drowned man started a new life. Amdle Flowers, gradually regaining consciousness, stared into the eyes of Bella Blacktyde, the woman who had declared him her 'salt husband.'

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: I didn't wash ashore, the Majestic pulled into harbour as I went overboard.

[lordbalorgreyjoy]

Lord Botley's eyes narrowed "Callen Baratheon? What is he doing back in Westeros. Last I heard he was drowning his sorrows in the brothels of Braavos" he smirked "Not that I blame him - getting my arse burnt off by a dragon would send me running as far away as possible too" seeing the look of the face of Grimon behind Edmure he ceased his taunting "Oh very well then. If nothing else, I want to see Balor's face when you deliver your message. It's been very dull here lately"
He levered himself from his chair. "Take him and get him some new clothes. Can't have him wet & covered in seaweed when he makes his speech now can we?" Laughing loudly at his own wit, Lord Botley headed off and began to make arrangements to leave for Pyke keep.