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Erik
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The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 15:54:54 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 15:54:54 GMT -5

Erik laughs. "The Crown Fleet, match the Braavosi? Unlikely. The Iron Fleet's the only force that could stand up to them. Fortunately, their army's shit, or odds are they'd have conquered the Kingdoms years ago."

He shrugs. "I did have a motive for going to Pentos, though. There's a package I need to pick up there, soon. Thought we might have a little fun on the way."

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 15:57:28 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 15:57:28 GMT -5 "Are we really going to Pentos?" Dacey's fingers dug a little deeper.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:02:44 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 16:02:44 GMT -5 "Well, I am," Erik turns a bit to smile at her, "You're welcome to come along. It shouldn't take too long, Lettie can run things at the Avalon."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:05:35 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 16:05:35 GMT -5 Dacey kissed him. "Yes she can. And I'd love to. When does my lord plan to leave?"
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Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:12:35 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 16:12:35 GMT -5 "As I said, within the week, unless I get called to Dorne. A wonder I haven't already, but Felryn's been a pissy little girl lately. Likely doesn't want me to get a drop of glory." He sighs.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:20:35 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 16:20:35 GMT -5

"Him?" Dacey snorted, remembering the Iron Price last night. "Let him have his 'glory'. We hear news in the city all the time, and that sand country has fallen to crows and any scavengers scraping for few bits and pieces of glory. Who wants to go win glory in Dorne? Do you gain fame from beating a broken child?"

Erik
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The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:29:27 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 16:29:27 GMT -5

"When that child has a history of being Unbowed, Unbent, and Unbroken, you just might. But you are right, most every keep down there has been taken. From what I hear, though, some of our honorable commanders may not rest until every last Dornishman is dead. Which, of course, I'm not entirely opposed to, so long as they keep a few of the women."

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:37:02 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 16:37:02 GMT -5

"They should change their words then, and take a broken spear for a sigil," Dacey said, with some satisfaction. She had never forgiven Emelia Martell and Shajura for the burning of the whorehouse and Mally.

She giggled. "Dornish girls have sand between their legs. We're better up north."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:43:13 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 16:43:13 GMT -5 Erik laughs. "I don't think I've tried enough Dornish girls to make the comparison. The ones that I have, well, you're not entirely wrong. That Princess Tristeza, though, her I wouldn't mind having my way with."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:45:14 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 16:45:14 GMT -5 "What's she like?" Dacey said curiously, still scowling at the memory of Emelia.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:47:31 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 16:47:31 GMT -5 "Well, I've only met her a few times, but, pretty though she may be, the good Princess strikes me as a stuck-up bitch who could use a cock between her legs. Or perhaps in her mouth. Her ass as well, for good measure."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 16:59:06 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 16:59:06 GMT -5 Dacey laughed. "Didn't she marry the blue-lipped Crow? I think the princess never knew a real man in her bed."

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The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 17:09:26 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 17:09:26 GMT -5

"She did, and from what I hear, bore him a son after he'd died." Erik pauses for a moment. "But I also hear she's fled into the desert, so odds are she does have sand in all sorts of unpleasant places now." He shudders. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to give her a thorough washing first."

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 17:16:11 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 17:16:11 GMT -5 Dacey smiled. "Shouldn't be too hard of a task for a Drowned Man on a boat."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Lucky Bastard Apr 12, 2008 17:20:24 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 17:20:24 GMT -5 "True. But Drowned Men tend to prefer to keep one's head under the water a bit more than is necessary to get clean. And then she'd be a bit too limp for a proper fuck."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.