Lordsport

[shacklock]

Botley notices the newcomer standing on the shore-line, but ignores him for the time being. Dragging the young hopeful out from the waves and onto the shore. “What is dead can never die” Harras intones, leaning over to give the man the kiss of life before thumping a fist down on his chest.
Moments later, the drowned-man gasps, water bubbling like a fount from his mouth, He stares up at Harras with wide-eyes.
“But rise again, harder and stronger”, the Priest finishes, smiling down at the new clergyman. “The God has blessed you brother. Rise”

With that done, Harras wades over to the waiting Theon. Eyeing him up and down.

[Fel]

"Well met Harras, I am Theon Goodbrother, I'm here to speak to you about your preachings. But first my men and I would be honoured if you would give us the Drowned God's blessings."

The four of them kneel in front of Harras.

[shacklock]

Harras nods approvingly, uncorking his flask of seawater and emptying a large amount over each man’s head, speaking the customary words. “What is dead can never die”

[Fel]

"But rises again harder and stronger", the four of them say in unison, as they stand back up.

"My thanks, Harras," Theon says, not rubbing the stinging salt water out of his eyes. "Now, word spreads that you oppose Harlaw's rule. You are a brave man to speak up so, and Felryn admires brave men. He does not wish for the two of you to be at odds, so he bade me come down and listen to your opposition and see if an understanding can be reached."

[shacklock]

Harras considers the news and nods slightly, tucking his flask away.
“I see. It is a great shame that godly men such as yourself and your companions follow this man but I am willing to speak, if for naught than to save you from the Storm God’s clutches”

[Fel]

"Felryn is as much a follower of the Drowned God as you or I. Were he not taken with his illness, he would have come down here and received a blessing from you himself. What compels you to preach against him so?"

[shacklock]

“The God speaks and I act accordingy, as a humble servant must,” Harras speaks without hesitation, his tone clearly showing that he believes his words fully.

“This Harlaw is a servant of the enemy, the same enemy the God has waged war against, for all time. I know this to be true.” The Priest gestures up towards the towers of Pyke in distance.
“The Seastone chair sits upon this island. Sculpted by god's own hands into the shape of the great leviathan of the sea. This island of the Kraken. It has been made clear to me that the Kraken must rule, as it does below the waves, so it should above!”

[Fel]

Theon thinks on this. "We have not always been ruled by the Kraken. Before the Greyjoys it was the Hoares and before them the Greyirons and before them there were many others, who were decided upon by right off strength. We are not Greenlanders to be ruled by any weakling who would inherit the Seastone Chair. The only man fit to lead us is the man who is the strongest and fiercest."

"Urri Greyjoy would lead us if you had your way, yet the boy is a craven. Felryn lives his whole life by the Drowned God's teachings. Everything he has was taken by force, so much so he names his ship the Iron Price. Can you not see, Harras, that the man you oppose so much is the very one that by another name you would support with all your heart?"

[shacklock]

Harras considers the words for a moment before speaking.
“You speak from the heart Godswind, I appreciate that. Yet, although he may profess to follow the ways of the Iron-born and the God, his heart is corrupt. Men are not always as they seem, this Harlaw Is most assuredly a man with dark secrets. I know this to be true.”

The Drowned Priest frowns slightly. “His father, a strong man, a wary man. Do you not find it hard to believe he was slain by such a loyal captain? Harral Greyjoy did not strike me as a betrayer. Think on this”
“As for the matter of the Chair. It is true the young Urri is unused to the ways of the Iron-born. Yet in time he will learn. The Kraken has many arms, Theon, just as Balor had many cousins”

[Fel]

"Aye, I speak from the heart, as a man who has sailed with Felryn since we were boys. As a man who knows him as well as any. You, Harras, do not know him, yet you speak with such assurance. Trust me when I tell you there is no man more suited to rule."

"Harral Greyjoy?" Theon raises an eyebrows. "It is no secret why he slew Dickon Harlaw and his son. Harral was outraged that the honour of command of the fleet to retake Pyke had been given to Felryn instead of he who was commander of the fleet at the time. Harral was always a brutish, unintelligent man, which is why he was not chosen for the lordsmoot, I am told."

"Maybe Urri will grow strong, maybe not. For now however, he has no right to the Seastone Chair. If the day comes when he matures and he finds salt does run through veins, then he will have the right to challenge for the position. Until then, Felryn rules, supported by the same men who supported his father at the lordsmoot. I ask you think on this and reconsider your position."

[shacklock]

After a long moment Harras speaks again.
“I shall think on all that you have said,” the Priest states, yet his eyes tell differently.
He wades back towards his followers, mottled green robe trailing behind him.

[Fel]

Theon nods, and leaves, his men following him.

[Fel]

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Theon Godswind returns to the shore, followed by thirty men in Harlaw livery.

When he sees Harras, he speaks. "Harras, have you considered my words?"

[shacklock]

Harras Botley eyes the crowd, a disappointed look on his face. He is surrounded by only a handful of Drowned Men.
“I have considered them…”
He draws out his drift-wood cudgel, the action being repeated around him.
“Now I suggest you return to your master.”

[Fel]

Theon's eyes were not without sadness. "Harras, put down your weapons, you are to be tried for inciting rebellion against the rightful Lord Harlaw."