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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 8:10:34 GMT -5
A long, two-story hall near the harbor which acts as home to the Ironborn in King's Landing. The hall is situated where the old Kraken Hall once stood, before it burned down. The first floor consists of long tables and a bar around a fire pit, while upstairs are living quarters for Ironborn visiting the city. Weapons, shields, and trophies hang from the walls, and several sets of throwing axes are set aside for the Finger Dance.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 8:23:14 GMT -5
Ser Wulf Pyke takes up the position of master of the hall as asked to by Lord Qhored Harlaw.
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 19:06:13 GMT -5
A young man arrives at the Hall, asking for whoever is in charge.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:11:21 GMT -5
He is shown up to the main solar, currently being used by Ser Wulf.
Inside the solar, Wulf is sitting near the window with a leg of chicken in hand. At his feet is a massiv wolf, twice the size that it has right to be. Wulf is chewing a mouhful of chicken, but he motions for the youg man to come in and take a seat. He rips a piece of chicken from the bone and throws it to the wolf, who snaps it hungrily from the air, licks his lips, then turns his yellow eyes on the newcomer.
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 19:16:56 GMT -5
The boy is obviously unsettled by the wolf, and stammers out a greeting.
"G...Good Day, sssser. My...my name is J...J...Jon, Jon Pyke." He begins to speak faster, his words sounding rehearsed. "My ma, she used to work here, y'see, back when someone she called Lord Erik was in charge. And my pa, well, she said he was one o' the captains, used to drink here. And, well, ser, I've got nothing, ser, so I thought I'd come here, ser, and present myself to you. Offer my services and all that."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:20:44 GMT -5
Wulf continued to chew slowly, staring at the boy. He swallowed and smacked his lips. "What are your services?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 19:24:39 GMT -5
"Ser, well, ser, I do odd jobs and all that for what coin I can, ser. Labor, mostly. Work down at the docks some, ser, so I know a thing or two about ships, ser, I know you people, err, we people, like your...our ships. Tended a bar or two, worked as a cook, as well. That's...that's about it, ser."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:26:29 GMT -5
"What were the names of your parents?" he asked, taking another bite of chicken. A low, almost imperceptible growl escaped from the wolf's throat.
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 19:55:42 GMT -5
"Ser, my mother was Ellia. And my father, ser, she said his name was Rolf."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:58:56 GMT -5
Wulf nodded, and trying to dislodge a piece of food stuck between his teeth with his tongue he asked, "and what age did you say you were, boy?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 20:00:18 GMT -5
"Not sure exactly, ser. I've seen this summer and a few years of the winter before."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 20:01:53 GMT -5
"Well I can tell you that Erik Coldiron died 19 years ago, so you must be at least that old, isn't that right?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 15, 2008 22:12:17 GMT -5
"Yes, ser. I'd guess a year or two past twenty, if I had to."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 5:08:39 GMT -5
"Is that a fact?" Wulf asked, "then you might even be older than me," he chuckled, "...but only by a little." He let the last part hang in the air for a short moment.
"Well, I suppose we could use an extra hand. You said you tended bar, did you? You happy enough to take that up again?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 16, 2008 18:24:20 GMT -5
"Don't see why not, ser. I'd also like to learn to fight someday, if I could, ser. Go...reaving, that's what you -we- call it, isn't it? Have myself a grand adventure. They all say I'm a fool, ser, but I just have my hopes, is all."
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Hope you all are well and happy.