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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2008 23:10:20 GMT -5
"Ah. Well, then, I'll skip to business: join us, and swear fealty to Dagon Harlaw, King of the Iron Islands and the Trident. It's in the best interests of you and yours."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 24, 2008 23:11:34 GMT -5
"Everything remains as it is, I pay the same taxes I would pay to Riverrun, nobody messes around with me and mine, my family, my lands or my gods?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2008 23:14:45 GMT -5
"That's the plan. I imagine you'll have to go to Riverrun to officially bow to the king, but that's a short trip. Do we have an agreement?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 24, 2008 23:16:06 GMT -5
"I've made deals with worse devils than you. What's the worst that could happen."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2008 23:18:04 GMT -5
"You claim I coerced you under duress, and whoever is on the Iron Throne when all is said and done shrugs and leaves you alone. As always. How many men can you have ready in two days' time?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 24, 2008 23:19:58 GMT -5
"Maybe a thousand. I have another thousand at Raventree hall, but that's probably beyond our reach. At the moment."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2008 23:45:38 GMT -5
"Mind if I use them for a little while? I'll try not to get them too scratched up."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 24, 2008 23:46:45 GMT -5
The man grunted. "Ser Jory will go with you, to see that you don't send them head long into suicide." he gestured towards a younger man, who looked like him.
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2008 23:49:46 GMT -5
"I welcome the help." Erik looks the knight up and down. "Son of yours?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 24, 2008 23:54:07 GMT -5
"No, my cousin. He's been to war before, and a good fighter." Burque said. "See that he comes back too."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2008 23:57:32 GMT -5
"No guarantees, but I'll do what I can." Erik turns to Jory. "And what are your thoughts, boy? Think your cousin's right to send me off with your men?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 0:01:02 GMT -5
"Those who sit on the fence only get a sore crotch." The young man replied.
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2008 0:04:26 GMT -5
Erik laughs loudly at that, before replying, "Well put, ser. I'm sure you'll do nicely. Have your men ready to march at noon in two days, and it's off we go."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 0:05:17 GMT -5
"As you wish." Piper wheeled his horse around, and the men went back inside.
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2008 0:06:02 GMT -5
Erik turns back to camp, and trots off to have himself a beer.
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