The wedding of Gysella Harlaw and Erik Coldiron

[Erik]

Erik just laughs at Gorek, before the Bastard alerts him to the commotion. "Do as you like," He says, "But if he's going to die, I'd say a drowning would be best."

[dienekes]

Longhorn is not sitting in a puddle of spilt ale. He doesn't seem to mind much.

[The Smith]

Gorek looks at the Bastard and laughs, "That bloke would use an axe instead of a hammer if it wouldn't sink his blasted boat. I hear the women all stay away, not because of his awful, awful smell, but because they are worried he will cut of their tits when he takes his axe to bed too."

Hagar laughs and adds, "So that is why he only takes his Axe to bed."

[melon]

The Bastard comes long and picks up Longhorn and throws him over his shoulder. Walking over to the drown priest he bows his head, "This man offended me and the drown god I as that he be drowned."

[dienekes]

Agro thinks he's on a ride. "Sail to port! No port you fool!" He calls down to the Bastard.

[melon]

The Bastard ignore him and looks to the priests.

[dienekes]

"Lay anchor! Here there be treasure, me boy!"

[Erik]

Irrin replies, "I say drown the man, but it is not my hall that we stand in. Let Harlaw decide. I hear priests who disagree with him end up in the gaol."

[melon]

The Bastard looks around, "Hey Lord Harlaw."

[dienekes]

"Pirates off the port bow! Pirates off the port bow! Grab your spears and charge! For the Drowned God!" The man gurgled happily thrashing about on the Bastards shoulders.

[Ellinda]

"So when do we get to start our new life?" said Gysella looking out over a sea of passed out Ironmen.

[dienekes]

The Bastard feels something wet drip down his shoulder as Longhorn sighs.

[melon]

"O for fuck sake." The bastard walks out of the Hall and returns a few seconds later.

[dienekes]

OOC: Does he take Longhorn with him?

[Erik]

"Soon, I think, soon," Erik tells Gysella, "We'll sail within the week. I just need to see about finding some folk willing to come up as well. Shipwrights, sailors, Drowned Men. The Northerners need an infusion of Ironmen if they're to learn the Old Way." He smirks, and begins to run a hand up her leg. "Or did you mean something else? Because we can start that whenever you like."