Nagga's Cradle

[michael]

the seven foot tall Jukmar grins at Lord Drumm "Care to say that over here laddie,"

[Deleted]

"Taxes," Sparr said grimly. "Just another word for the iron price, eh?"

[michael]

"Am I the only one here with the balls enough to stand before this lordsmoot who else wants the seastone chair."

[Horas]

Saltcliffe frowns. "These are not the days of legend, where brave men could cut themselves glory through the strength of their arms alone. No man can lead us to victory over all Seven Kingdoms. Not even you, Harral."

[michael]

"Yes but we don't kill them so we can take it from them again and again."

[sethgreyjoy]

Seth claps for his uncle, smiling mysteriously.

"Very good."

[michael]

"We may not rule the land but we shall rule the seas of westeros."

[Horas]

Saltcliffe spits at Seth's feet.

"What do you have to say, greenlander?"

[The Smith]

Bottley sneers, "Strong words from a man who accepted Greenlands from their Stagking!!"

[michael]

"Bear Island? brunt that shithole to ground and never been back."

[Deleted]

"Callen fucking Baratheon is trying to control the seas. His grape sailor builds a fleet, and he builds his own greenland ships. Perhaps Balor could have led us to rule the seas, but his kin..." Sparr spat.

[sethgreyjoy]

"Thank you for that." Seth said to the man who had spat. "It's good to know that you respect me already."

Seth nodded solemnly to the man next to him, and as a surprise, the man strode forward, into the center of the meeting, his hood drawn up.

"I will make claim to the Seastone Chair." The man said, his voice resounding in the area. He was obviously used to speaking in public, and his tone showed not a hint of nervousness.

[syd]

Asgryn Wynch takes a piss during all the commotion.

[Horas]

"Who are you?" Saltcliffe yells, all the more loudly to hide his confusion.

[Deleted]

Sparr looked at Seth Greyjoy with undisguised contempt. Then he looked at the other man, cold as ice.