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Post by The Stranger on May 18, 2008 21:14:45 GMT -5
A large wooden hall, with the words "Dead-Eyed Fish's Ale House" written on a sign in red paint. Inside there is raucous drinking and fist fighting going on regardless of what time of the day or night you visit.
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Post by Flex on May 18, 2008 21:20:21 GMT -5
Darien and his two companions entered the bustling inn. Looking around astonished at the goings on, Darien walks towards the bar, indicating for the other two to follow him. As he reached the bar he looked for the barman. "Good man, we have come to seek the services of Asha Sparr."
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Post by The Stranger on May 18, 2008 21:32:54 GMT -5
The man looked at Darien with an enormous bulbous eye, which stared at him without blinking. He began to understand how it goes its name.
"Asha Sparr... Asha Sparr? That'd be her." The man pointed at a small group of reavers sitting in the corner around a wide circular wooden table. In the back, with her black leather boots up on the table, was a woman. The woman had long blonde hair, gnarled into dreadlocks, with arrow heads, and bits of jewelry twisted into the braids. She wore a shoulder-less leather bodice which she appeared to have been poured into as if a model. It disappeared beneath a wide red sash where it met her breeches.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2008 21:39:30 GMT -5
Rolf and Darien looked her over, and then walked up. "Would you be Asha Sparr?" Rolf asked, smiling. "We've come a long way to find you, my lady. This is Darien Stone, the brother Lady Aranya Royce of Duskendale, and I am his steward, Rolf Whyte."
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Post by The Stranger on May 18, 2008 21:41:21 GMT -5
The woman looked at the two men with something akin to impolite disinterest. She sipped her ale.
"What the fuck does that greenland bitch want with me?" She said finally.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2008 22:27:33 GMT -5
"Your axe," Rolf said. "For vengeance for your lord, one day, and for other things too. It will be an opportunity to build your reputation all over Westeros, not just up in the northwest - my lady travels widely. She would pay you well, and is a powerful lady."
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Post by The Stranger on May 18, 2008 22:31:58 GMT -5
"Oh, what Lord is that? Milord brother is piss drunk and having it on with one of 'is salt wives, and these boys right here know me reputation. Better than you two fools, or your poxy Lady."
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2008 22:34:51 GMT -5
"The Lord of the Iron Islands," Rolf said, looking astonished and uneasy that she did not know. "Lord Felryn Harlaw. We got word from Duskendale that he died in Braavos."
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Post by The Stranger on May 18, 2008 22:37:10 GMT -5
"More fool him then. Everyone knows there ain't nothing good bixt the Titan's legs less your looking to get fucked." She laughed too loudly at her own jape, and slapped the back of the man beside her.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2008 23:33:14 GMT -5
Rolf laughed. "And if you are looking to get fucked, there's likely none better. Or bigger, at least." He and Darien took seats with Asha and her ironborn, and Rolf ordered a round of ales for everyone.
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Post by The Stranger on May 18, 2008 23:36:32 GMT -5
Knives and hatchets were coming out of belt loops and sheathes until Rolf gave the call for ale.
"So Greenlander, Your Lady heard bout me all the way on the other side of the the Kingdom and took a liking to me? No surprise there, I guess, she's has a thing for Iron born don't she. Wasn't Lord Harlaw getting it done, that she needs a woman's touch?" She laughed again,
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2008 0:00:00 GMT -5
"She certainly likes everything ironborn," Rolf said, as the tankards were served. "Ironborn longships, of which she has twelve. Lord Harlaw and his crew were impressed by them." Rolf took a deep draught of his ale. "I imagine, for loyal service from an ironborn fighter like yourself, she would not be disinclined to gift you one."
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 0:04:05 GMT -5
Sparr looked at Rolf like she wasn't sure whether she wanted to kiss him, or rip his face off.
"she's twelve longships? Fuck me..." The woman seemed to be considering. "Eh, she's got the ships but she ain't got the crew. Might as well float across the sea on a dead tree, if you've not got yourself a true Iron born crew. And what good is a ship, if ye can't take her where you please. Sail her to Volantis, for a bit of reaving, or as far as Astapor. Anywhere you wanna go, a ship takes ya there. But not if you're serving some Greenlander lord."
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2008 0:08:12 GMT -5
"She's not a typical greenlander. Tell me, what have you heard of Aranya Royce?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 0:12:49 GMT -5
"How would you know if she's a typical greenlander or not? You're a typical greenlander yourself!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.