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Post by Victarion on Aug 24, 2007 22:17:18 GMT -5
Jorah finally stood up. "Constance just leave it, the gold they're paying us will be more than enough." Constance rolled his eyes, "Jorah I told you to leave the negotiating up to me." Jorah ignored him and gave a bow to Razoon. "Councilman Razoon, there is the matter of transportation. Our ships were destroyed in a delaying action allowing us to pull back to the main island."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 25, 2007 1:32:11 GMT -5
Razoon frowned at Stone, "I would like to say use your dead man's bonus to purchase a new fleet, but that would be unkind. I can provide transport to your company Lannister. Where would you like to go."
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Post by Victarion on Aug 25, 2007 13:12:11 GMT -5
"Well, I was planning to stop in Ghis to sell our prisoners, and then buy transport to Pentos, they offered us a contract. But just the other day we captured a couple of Westerosi lordlings trying to play sellsword. Let's see, we have a Rykker, a Rosby, and a Frey, and even a bastard who claims to be from House Targaryen. I expect we'll fetch a good ransom for them in King's Landing."
The men he was referring to were tied up back at camp. Baerdon Waters shifted slightly in his bindings. Cleos Rosby, Jaime Rykker, and Robb Frey sat at his back, all duely miserable. They had escaped with a few Targaryen remanants after King's Landing and had made for Maidenpool, where they had taken a ship to Braavos. Baerdon had retrieved some gold from his account in the Iron Bank and had used it to raise a sellsword company. Now that company was gone, the rest of the gold was either at the bottom of the sea, or aboard a captured ship, and he was here, captive to the Lost Lions. He gave a small whimper as the rope cut into his wrists.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 25, 2007 13:19:06 GMT -5
"You are going to King's Landing." Razoon frowned deeply, "That will be no problem as I am traveling in that direction myself. We will apparantly be traveling together."
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Post by Victarion on Aug 25, 2007 13:32:25 GMT -5
"Really? What business would you have in King's Landing?" Jorah asked, interest on his face.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 25, 2007 13:43:14 GMT -5
"There is a new King, or Kings I should say. And the city was burnt by dragon fire. I am to start back up Lysenne operations in Westeros. We had been based out of King's Landing." Falatir grimaced distastefully, "I hate the Andals. The smell of sour wine and sheep."
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Post by Victarion on Aug 25, 2007 13:53:20 GMT -5
Jorah didn't say anything, truth be told he didn't really care. Yes he spoke Westerosi, and he was descended from one of the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms, but his line had not been back to Westeros in years, and the common tounge was not his first language. He didn't even worship the Seven, having heard of too many gods, and seen so many temples. Still he did have the Andal look, surprising since his family had not been adverse to marrying the people of the Eastern continent. Constance spoke up, he was from the Fingers, but had been descended from a Braavosi sellsword who had taken the Titan to be his banner. "Actually that would be the sheep folk near the Dothraki planes. They are the ones that smell of sheep." Jorah ignored him, easy enought to do, he was used to Constance making an ass of himself. "Very well, when do we leave?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 25, 2007 13:55:28 GMT -5
"Give us a couple days to unload our ships. I will see you then, until then stay out of scent's range." Razoon walks away motioning his men about.
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Post by Victarion on Aug 25, 2007 14:51:04 GMT -5
"Fucking prick," Jorah muttered as he walked back up to camp, where a raucous feast was already well under way. At least a hundred chests full of gold, and a stack of silver bars had been brought up from the Lyseni fleet, and it was already being divided among the men. Jorah joined in on their drinking for a while, and Constance stood on top of the pile of money, dividing it up equally. Jorah found Bittersteel sitting at a table and took the spot next to him. "Good job friend. I would say we earned that." He pointed to the cold, "Although we should have got more from that stingy son of a bitch."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 29, 2007 21:56:09 GMT -5
Razoon and his fleet sail for King's Landing.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Aug 30, 2007 5:38:18 GMT -5
Wat spat over the railing of the ship. He hated ships. They sank of salt, fish and piss. After a particularly strong swell he became naseous and remembered another reason he hated sea travel, as he vomited over the side.
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Hope you all are well and happy.