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Post by Fel on Nov 29, 2007 9:48:20 GMT -5
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Saltsword pulls out of pyke harbour, headed back to Lannisport.
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Post by shacklock on Dec 16, 2007 11:15:18 GMT -5
The Storm-Reaver puts into Lordsport harbor, Sargon Greyjoy accompanied by Uler Dengerr and two armed crewmen step onto the dockside. They head out for Castle Pyke on the otherside of the island.
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Post by shacklock on Dec 16, 2007 17:41:49 GMT -5
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The Storm-Reaver pulls out of Lordsport, sailing for Harlaw.
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Post by Erik on Jan 10, 2008 12:59:30 GMT -5
The Lucky Bastard, filled to the brim with passengers, leaves Pyke for Bear Island.
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Post by Erik on Jan 14, 2008 0:46:37 GMT -5
Erik's fleet docks at the harbor. Coldiron himself, with a group of guards, makes for the castle.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 14, 2008 14:14:53 GMT -5
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The Drowned Vengeance, Iron Reckoning, and Turtle Soup, along with the Western Glory and Your Whore Mother lent by Lord Coldiron, make berth at Pyke.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 14:37:18 GMT -5
Andrik Greyjoy departs from his ship with several of his crew and makes for castle Pyke.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 14, 2008 14:42:00 GMT -5
The Thrice-Drowned and his men follow. With a hungry glint in his eyes, Ulfrik's lips curl into a wide grin.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 20:52:37 GMT -5
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OOC: A lot of my current RP is stuck in the past, not current in-game time. So this is Aranya in the "current" time.
Aranya sailed into Pyke on a Duskendale cog, and docked at a pier. After speaking to the ship's captain, she disembarked, leading a hardy sorrel gelding instead of her favorite grey mare. Aranya missed Wenhaver, but the mare was heavy with foal, and could not be transported.
She rode up through Pyke, looking at the sailors as she went. Two of her knights rode with her.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 21:02:24 GMT -5
Several Ironborn shout out catcalls as the lady passes by.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 21:05:20 GMT -5
Aranya smiles and shows them her sword.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 21:54:17 GMT -5
A large open space has been cleared away at the foot of the docks, where Dagon Harlaw and Andrik Greyjoy have agreed to duel. The captains of most of the ships in the harbor have come to watch. Most of Andrik's crew is present as well to cheer their captain on.
Andrik himself sits on a barrel he has rolled out into the center of the makeshift ring, sharpening an axe and waiting for his opponent.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 21:59:10 GMT -5
Aranya joins the crowd thronging around the docks, curious. Maybe I'll find some willing sailors here, she thought, eyeing the men. Then she saw they had formed a ring around a single man sharpening an axe. She eyed him for a minute, measuring him. "Is there to be some sport here?" she asked in a loud voice.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 22:06:01 GMT -5
A man with stringy blonde hair and a crow perched on his shoulder answers her. "The best kind of sport, milady. Bloodsport, of course. Care to place a bet?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 22:09:44 GMT -5
"Not if I don't know the fighters," Aranya smiled. She nodded to the man in the ring, eyeing him closely again. "Who's he?"
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