Nagga's Cradle

[Erik]

"I've died like every man here, cousin. You seem to have missed the point, though. We're supposed to rise harder and stronger, not smellier and dumber."

[michael]

"And you think that These two are harder and stronger cause if so the ironborn aren't much anymore."

[Erik]

"These two? Fuck these two. Both could use a few years on a ship, maybe then they'd make something of themselves. No, I'll not speak up for either of them to rule."

[sethgreyjoy]

"I'm sure I am harder and stronger than you in a number of ways, my aged Uncle." Seth says, lewdly grabbing himself through his trousers.

"Longer too, I would imagine. You may use an axe, but my sword has hafted through many women."

[michael]

"Don't get to excited there ser seth don't want to squirt all over your nice clean trousers."

[sethgreyjoy]

"The only thing these trousers are cleaner than is your disgusting beard." Seth says. "Oh and whatever whore you happened to surprise in the alley before coming here."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Ironborn sailors drop anchor from the deck of The Despised, the great red hulled ship of Captain Andrik "Bloodkin" Codd, a famed reaver. Bloodkin Codd comes ashore with his axemen, sees the quarreling Greyjoy greenlanders, and ignores them.

[michael]

"Whores aren't really my thing but she looked so sad because she said the little Knight tried it on with her but his dick wouldn't rise for the occasion so she pleaded with me to finish her off. And when a whore offers you a free fuck boy you take it."

[sethgreyjoy]

"Wise words from an equally cunning man." Seth said, and left his Uncle to ponder the statement as he made his way to the inner-most area.

[The Smith]

Lord Quellon Drumm - another 'Umber-like' monster of a man. Huge, hairy & relentless without a bone of softness or compassion in him. Kinda like evil Hagrid. Has two sons near as large as him and a wife even more scary.

Lord Dickon Harlaw - Balor's ablest 'general' and the closest thing the Iron Islanders have to a military stragetist. A stern looking patrician who maintains a cool, level head at all times.

Lord Garrick Botley - something of a laughing stock in the ironborn, only House Codd are more despised as useless. One of the few ironborn to openly worship the seven and have 'Sers' amongst his men. Lord Balor does not trust him and has him watched often.

Lood Goodbrother & Lord Sparr - a double act so far these two, so may keep that goingbut not much else known about them yet. Not very bloodthirsty as ironborn go, but loyal - and fabulous dressers

These men also arrive.

Drumm and Harlow are perhaps the two most respected Ironborn captains alive today.

[michael]

Harral walks up to the Seastone chair and looks at with a small smile on his face he positions himself just to its right.

[syd]

Asgryn Wynch of the Drowned God's Arse, clad in a myriad of dark and dull colors stood inside Nagga's Craddle. Asgryn stood beside his best men. Directly to his right stood a man displaying Asgryn's personal coat of arms: A disembodied ethereal ass on dark blue.

[sethgreyjoy]

Seth pats Urri. "Who's your pick?" He asked the boy, jokingly.

[Horas]

Captain Harald Saltcliffe sails into the harbor aboard his Iron Serpent and pushes his way to where the other captains stand.

[sethgreyjoy]

Seth was now standing next to a man in a cloak. One of the many that had arrived with them. "This might get ugly." He whispered.

"Good thing I'm so pretty." The man returned.