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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 22:24:10 GMT -5
"That one would be Lord Andrik Greyjoy of Pyke. The smart bet. His opponent is Lord Dagon Harlaw, also of Pyke. Perhaps milady grasps the nature of their quarrel now?" The man grins, showing off a golden tooth. "And if we're continuing with the introductions, I am Captain Surri Saltcliffe. My crow is Crow." The crow caws. "And you are damned beautiful."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 22:30:06 GMT -5
Aranya's eyes took in Andrik's patch eye, fierce look, and long facial scar with interest. She grinned, "Aye, I think I see what the quarrel is."
At his introduction, her eyes flashed to him with amusement and her grin turned wicked. "Oho. This captain makes up his mind quick."
"I'm Aranya Royce, Regent of Duskendale. I like your crow."
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 22:44:31 GMT -5
"It is not a matter of making up my mind, Aranya," Surri says, using her first name as easily as if they had known each other for years, and as frankly as if she were some common girl from a brothel. "This man has eyes to see. And you have exquisite tits."
"Tits," Crow caws, shifting positions so that he sits atop Saltcliffe's large captain's hat.
"Crow likes you too," Surri smiles.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 14, 2008 23:11:37 GMT -5
Ulfrik pushes through the throng of men and attends his brother in the center of the ring. "Brother," he says, motioning to the crowd, "I can take it the Harlaw whelp proved stubborn?"
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 23:17:39 GMT -5
"No more than expected, Ulfrik. He claims he is iron enough to best me, so we will fight for Pyke." Andrik sharpens the blade of his axe with long smoothe strokes, his eye fixed on his task.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 14, 2008 23:29:37 GMT -5
A single braying laugh escapes his lips. "In that case, congratulations on gaining your seat, Lord Andrik." Turning from his brother, Ulfrik gazes out to the sea. "The Harlaw lord won't make good go this. We'll have to act quickly, methinks."
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 23:35:42 GMT -5
Andrik shrugs. "We stand before all the captains in the harbor for a reason, brother. If Harlaw fails to show up, all will know him for the coward he is. I will spare the pup if he shows some sense. His father can claim him later if he still wants such a worthless son."
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Post by Ollie on Apr 15, 2008 0:39:51 GMT -5
Ulfrik nods but says no more, awaiting the arrival of the Harlaw whelp.
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Post by Fel on Apr 15, 2008 4:26:25 GMT -5
Dagon Harlaw makes his way down to the docks, several men accompanying him. He enters the circle alone, a hand on his hilt.
"One-Eye," he says nodding his head to the other man, "understand this, I do not mean to fight your brother after I have killed you, and every other Greyjoy after that. The Greyjoys' claim to Pyke dies with you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2008 6:53:38 GMT -5
"It is not a matter of making up my mind, Aranya," Surri says, using her first name as easily as if they had known each other for years, and as frankly as if she were some common girl from a brothel. "This man has eyes to see. And you have exquisite tits." "Tits," Crow caws, shifting positions so that he sits atop Saltcliffe's large captain's hat. "Crow likes you too," Surri smiles. This was taking it too far. Aranya's eyes glinted. "Turn those eyes away and a put a more courteous tongue in your mouth, unless you want to lose both to my sword right now," she said, hand on her hilt. "A whore's teats would suit you and your crow better, I think." |
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Post by Horas on Apr 15, 2008 12:56:30 GMT -5
"I am not sure about that," Surri says, "I find Crow has excellent taste, and woe be it for me to ignore his advice."
Then the reaver winks, "Twas only play, fair lady. But consider yourself warned. You're in the Islands now, and your pair of greenlander swordsmen will do little to save you if a less scrupulous gentleman than Surri Saltcliffe happens to cross your path. But shhh," he lays a finger across his lips, "The fight is beginning."
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Andrik stands, kicking the barrel on which he sat out of the way. "And Harlaw's claim is finished once I am done with you. Only a Kraken can be lord of Pyke."
Greyjoy casts aside his whetstone, hefting his axe in his left hand. He lets a smaller axe, weighted for throwing, fall into his right. "What is dead can never die," Andrik intones. Then he attacks.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 15, 2008 13:07:37 GMT -5
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Upon seeing his brother butchered by Dagon Harlaw, Ulfrik Greyjoy lets fly a feral cry from deep within his chest. The Thrice-Drowned along with all the Greyjoy crewmen charge the Harlaw men, their captain's sole goal to kill his brother's killer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2008 13:46:14 GMT -5
Aranya winced at the way the man was savaged by the Harlaw.
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Post by Fel on Apr 15, 2008 14:18:17 GMT -5
Emotionlessly, Dagon pulls his sword from the dying Andrik, and wipes his blade on the man's cloak. Without a word he watches as Ulfrik lets out a cry of attack, he quickly orders all those loyal to him to rise to his call and attack Greyjoy and his men.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2008 19:17:57 GMT -5
As things calm down, Aranya talks to the milling sailors, hiring men to work on her longships.
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Hope you all are well and happy.