Nagga's Cradle

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OOC: Okay.

Harlon Sparr looked at this unknown Mortimer with deep contempt.

"What the fuck does this cocksucker want with us?"

[sercoletyrell]

The old man pushes himself up on his wooden staff, blood dripping down from his head where it had knocked against the floor when he'd been pushed over. He pointed a long, gnarled finger at Harlon Sparr, and his rasping voice came again "More fool you if you would beleive the words of Harlaw, he says what you want to hear, not the truth."

"Any who would argue with the offer the bastard makes us insults Balor Greyjoy, for Mortimer seeks just what Balor sought for us! Riches! Strength! The glory of battle! Not some fool's crusade!"

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"Harlaw is the grandfather of Urri and Meera Greyjoy," Sparr said coldly. "And more ironborn than either of these two I see. This bastard is not Balor come again, I can assure you."

"Enough. I tire of bickering endlessly, as if we were greenlanders." Sparr stood silently. It was still not clear to others who he supported.

[sethgreyjoy]

OOC: I think from this we can glean that basically all of the Iron Born are the same person.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

sethgreyjoy said:

OOC: I think from this we can glean that basically all of the Iron Born are the same person.

OOC: That has been one of the criticisms of the Ironborn sections of ASOIAF, actually. I guess we're just living that out...

[The Smith]

The masses seem unsure and seem to be dragging their feet on the vote. They could use some more convincing by the principles involved.

[michael]

"For all the True Ironborn here know this I will lead us into a new age of glory where we will be feared and respected through out the entire world."

[sethgreyjoy]

"Yes, Harral, thank you for changing your format once again and stealing mine own." Mortimer said, with a scathing look to Harral.

"I aim to lead our people into full accomplishment. Becoming respected members of what has come to be known as the "Kingdoms". I will not make stupid actions that lead to needless war. I am a negotiator and tactician. I am a Greyjoy, bastard or not. I am an Iron Born, most of all, and you can pray to any God you wish, but he will not save you from my wrath if you say otherwise." He scooped up the gold.

"Take your gold, and vote for me, or not. You make the decisions here, at this moot. It is your gold whether you choose me or not. Just know that a clever leader can bring you more. A leader that thinks only for himself will kill us all. A leader who thinks for his people will allow us to prosper. I am a leader who thinks of you, even if you do not accept me. I am a Greyjoy through and through. To the salt and to the death."

[michael]

"You are no more a Greyjoy than Jukmar here is a milkmaid and i dare you to try and call him one cause you singer will not be around long if you do. You will lead the Ironborn down the path of weakness and slavish devotion to the greenlanders."

"What deeds have you done to prove that you can lead the Ironborn where are your victories these bodies here prove nothing. How do we know that it was you and your crew that killed them."

[sethgreyjoy]

"Yes, because the Braavosi keep their heads in chests when they die." Mortimer mocked. "I have fought countless fights in my time, and I aim to prove to one and all that I can continue to do so. It is no secret that you, being many years older and more decrepit than I, have seen more battle. But that proves nothing. You attack defenseless villagers and rape and steal from them. That is not the Iron Way, the true Iron Born take from other warriors and fighting folk. Yours is a way of cowardice. I look an enemy in the face, Harral. As I will look upon you whilst I drown you."

[michael]

"Defenseless villages, I would not call a 7 foot tall northman berserker a defenseless villager."said Harral with a smirk on his face.

"Just know this my fellow Ironborn if you vote for this singer than it will be the end of us and our ways forever."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"What ship do you captain, boy? Where have you reaved? None and nowhere. I won't call a beardless boy Lord." Bloodkin spits. "As for you, Harral, you son-of-a-saltwife, what have you done past reaving? Nothing."

"I'd make a better Lord than both of you sat on the same chair, but these cowards here would never choose me. But I'd rather be despised than lick boots. But I say again I'll take Harlaw."

[sethgreyjoy]

"Our ways will never die. You should know that Harral, or do you have so little faith in our people that they would just let their culture vanish? You are an idiot. If you vote for Harral, you will have mindless 'reaving' until the Stagking stabs him through the heart after he tricks the idiot by some childish means." Mortimer clenched his fists.

"Harral keeps repeating his same moronic passages over and over, hoping that repetition will win out over common sense. He is a fourth-rate leader and a first-rate jackass."

[michael]

"Not reaving, have you not seen the north burn under my leadership."

[sethgreyjoy]

"My beard got tangled in your wife's cunt, Bloodkin!" Mortimer said. "So I had to chop it off. It smelled to strongly of whore." He turned to face them. "I am your true leader. I will break the bones of any who say otherwise."