Off the Coast of the Neck

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 20:49:47 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 20:49:47 GMT -5 Half a dozen Ironborn longships drift some distance away from the neck's marsh, obviously waiting for something.
	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.

Ollie Most Devout Ollie Posts: 2,481	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 20:54:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 20:54:39 GMT -5 After what seems like an eternity, a pair of bright burning torches dance along the coastline a bit up the coast.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 20:57:33 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 20:57:33 GMT -5 One of the ships rows closer to shore, Jhorgo Greyjoy standing at the bow. "I've got your prince, frogeaters, if you've got my steel!" He calls out to the lights.
	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.

Ollie Most Devout Ollie Posts: 2,481	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 20:59:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 20:59:13 GMT -5 "We don't know about no prince, but we're looking for Olivan! Send him over and we'll give you the steel."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 21:01:48 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 21:01:48 GMT -5 The ship grinds against the mud and creaks to a halt. Jhorgo disappears for a moment, then returns to sight with Olivan and Clarke. "Got him here. Bring the steel up and he's yours."
	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.

Ollie Most Devout Ollie Posts: 2,481	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 21:02:50 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 21:02:50 GMT -5 "We hid it somewhere! Send him down, and we'll tell you where to find it!"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 21:06:25 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 21:06:25 GMT -5 Jhorgo shrugs and gives Olivan a gentle shove forward. "We'll keep Clarke 'til I get the goods. Assuming he's worth a damn thing."
	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.

Ollie Most Devout Ollie Posts: 2,481	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 21:10:47 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 21:10:47 GMT -5 After Olivan safely vaulted onto the marsh shore of the Neck, the crannogmen took a tiny wooden boat, one that only a child would have fit in comfortably, and nudged it out into the waters.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 4, 2008 21:22:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 21:22:39 GMT -5 Jhorgo waits for the boat the reach him, and peers down into it.
	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.

Ollie Most Devout Ollie Posts: 2,481	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 5, 2008 2:29:52 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Ollie on Nov 5, 2008 2:29:52 GMT -5 Resting on a bed of reeds is something flat, wrapped in soft linen.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 5, 2008 19:10:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2008 19:10:39 GMT -5 Jhorgo lowers himself gently down into the boat and lifts the flat something, unwrapping it with reverence.
	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.

Ollie Most Devout Ollie Posts: 2,481	Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 5, 2008 19:57:37 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Ollie on Nov 5, 2008 19:57:37 GMT -5 After carefully shedding it's cloth exterior, Jhorgo finds an exquisitely crafted steel axe head, shimmering with dark whorls. It is the blade of Kegsplitter, undeniably.

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Off the Coast of the Neck Nov 6, 2008 1:02:40 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Nov 6, 2008 1:02:40 GMT -5

Jhorgo grins wide and nods to the crannogmen in the wilderness. "Pleasure doing business with you. Shame it didn't work out quite as we hoped. Next time, eh?"

He gives a whistle, and half the crew disembarks to begin pushing the ship back into the water. Clarke is brought ashore with them.

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.

Tytos: I know this is distasteful, but I've been invited to a new RP on a Discord server, discord.gg/xnjMU it's gonna be a little more casual than these forums, no combat system and more player-driven Jan 23, 2017 22:07:20 GMT -5