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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 1:08:57 GMT -5
An island formed from the dome of an ancient volcano, the lush and newly-populated center is only accessible through a winding sea cave. A rather rustic Ironborn-style hall sits just off the beach, a few old smuggler's warehouses nearby. One of them has been converted to quarters for the thralls.
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 19:34:05 GMT -5
The Bitch of a Kraken pulls in to the cove, a small skiff in tow, and docks.
Jhorgo soon comes up to it, noting the captives aboard.
"Thought we weren't taking prisoners, Helya," He asks the ship's captainette, "These two something special?"
"Said they wanted to talk." Helya replies simply with a shrug, "Thought you'd like to see them. And they've got something on the boat, don't know what."
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 19:52:43 GMT -5
The bound men give the newly approached ironborn a long, appraising look, the wild-maned northerner eying him through his mud-black tangles. "Unless I am gravely mistaken," he said, reaching up with his bound hands to shift the tangles of hair from his mossy green eyes, "You are the son of Erik -- Erik Greyjoy."
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 20:04:22 GMT -5
"I am." Jhorgo replies, his arms crossed over his chest. "And unless I miss my guess, you talk like a Northerner. I'm not one for Northerners. I seem to recall they betrayed my father, once upon a time."
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 20:12:10 GMT -5
He shook his head confirming the fact as he murmured something silently to himself, unruly hair falling again to cover his eyes. "I'm impressed, so far. From what I've heard your father was a rash man, something that ultimately became his undoing. It's a shame what can befall a man when he fails to think his actions through," he said, in an even tone bereft of sarcasm.
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 20:40:55 GMT -5
"Yes, of course, veiled threats. Give me your name and state your business, Northerner, or you'll find yourself working with the rest of the thralls here."
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 21:27:16 GMT -5
"I have something valuable. Something valuable that I believe you will want. Something valuable that is yours. Would you like to know what?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 21:35:17 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, get on with it, man."
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 21:46:26 GMT -5
"Not here. Somewhere... private."
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 22:24:29 GMT -5
Jhorgo rolls his eyes and grabs the man by the back of the shirt, leading him toward the long hall built in the cove.
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Post by Erik on Oct 20, 2008 22:26:14 GMT -5
A few minutes later, orders are shouted for some thralls to cut down the mast of the towed skiff, and bring what is found to the hall.
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2008 23:58:38 GMT -5
The Bloody Fool, Jhorgo's longship, sets sail North with two other ships.
Soon after, the Bitch of a Kraken also sets off, to the Southwest.
Octavion is left in charge.
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Post by Erik on Nov 3, 2008 19:18:51 GMT -5
The Bitch of a Kraken returns, and its crew unloads a large supply of Far Reach gold and silver from their trade, not to mention their new maester.
The next morning, the Bloody Fool returns as well, with its two companions. Jhorgo storms off the gangplank and makes for the hall, where he locates Olivan Reed.
"Months, I've been sailing around the fingers, and not a single ship bearing a noble family has passed through! And I might have continued, had one ship not carried a copy of this," He thrusts a sheet of paper bearing the declaration of Lords Hightower, Harlaw, Royce, and Dondarrion. "I doubt there'll be any pleasure cruises for the time being."
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Post by Ollie on Nov 3, 2008 23:09:53 GMT -5
Olivan looks up from his ale curiously as his gracious host enters, and read the paper offered. Looking at Jhorgo for a moment, he returns his attention to the parchment and reads it again.
"Well," he says, with a roll of his shoulders, "Fuck."
Finishing the dregs of his drink, the northman sets his mug down and rises to his feet. "I trust the Vale and Crownland ships were ripe pickings, at least?" he asks.
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Post by Erik on Nov 3, 2008 23:43:59 GMT -5
"Oh, of course. Couldn't be too very rapacious, though, lest your quarry decide the sea route too dangerous." Jhorgo shakes his head. "And now there's the concern of what to do with you now."
"A word, brother?" Helya had creeped up behind her brother, and he now turned, the two of them exchanging a few whispered words.
"Well, that's easy enough. We're going to Pyke. You'll be coming along, I suppose. See if we can make you useful."
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Hope you all are well and happy.