Nagga's Bones

[Fel]

The ancient remains of the Grey King's Halls and of the fabled sea dragon Nagga. It is a sacred place to the Ironborn.

[Fel]

Lord Qhored Harlaw waits beneath the bones that the Drowned God had turned to stone. With him are Ser Wulf Pyke, Bloody Kurt Wynch and Rodrik Blacktyde amongst others.

[Lord Balon Harlaw]

Lord Balon Harlaw of Ten Towers, accompanied by Hrolf Sparr, lazes on the edge of Nagga’s Bones, A look of amusement painted upon his features. After several minutes he wanders back towards his brother and his companions.

[Fel]

Qhored nods to his brother as he approaches.

[Lord Balon Harlaw]

Balor flashes a grin in response before settling down.
“Interesting choice, this…” He gestures around loosely at their surroundings.

[Fel]

Wulf chuckles, "Greyjoy wanted to swear himself where no blood can be spilled." He looks at Qhored, "I think he worries about your intentions, Qhored."

Qhored didn't react, he only looked out to sea, waiting for the Greyjoys to arrive.

[Erik]

Jhorgo, Octavion, and Helya Greyjoy make their way onto the holy ground, accompanied by their captains, Ulf the Ugly, Qarl Eunuchfucker, and Theon the Thrall-less. Several sailors carry three large chests behind them.

"Hail, Qhored, the Harlaw, Son of the Sea Wind, King of Salt and Rock, Lord Reaper of Pyke, King of the Iron Islands!" They call out, in something vaguely resembling unity.

"I bring you tribute, my king!" Jhorgo shouts, waving the men forward with the chests. They open them, and spill the contents onto the ground. Gold, silver, and gems from the East pile at their feet. "A taste of the treasures of Braavos!"

[Fel]

Qhored's look is cold and grim as the Greyjoys make their way to him. The contents of the chest seem to make no impression on him.

"Say your words, Greyjoy, we have a war to win," Qhored says.

[Lord Balon Harlaw]

Balon eyes Jhorgo with something resembling distain as he approaches, chuckling silently at his brother’s response.

[Erik]

"Of course." Jhorgo replies. He and the others take a knee.

"I, and all who serve under the kraken of Greyjoy, pledge ourselves to you, Qhored Harlaw, to House Harlaw, and to Pyke. Your enemies shall be our enemies, your friends our friends. This I swear, before the Drowned God and before you."

[Fel]

"I accept Jhorgo Greyjoy, and confirm you and your line in your rights as masters of New Pyke," he sneered at the name of Jhorgo's island.

[Erik]

"I thank you, as does my house." Jhorgo replies, rising to his feet. "Well, with that done, back to that war. Who's on the agenda for reaving?"

[Fel]

"The Mander," Qhored responds, "it is time we brought the fight to the king, and the coward Tyrell has expectedly changed his loyalty."

"You need to start the war off opposing the Tyrells if you want them to be on your side at the end of it," Wulf says.

[Erik]

Jhorgo grins. "Indeed, I remember tales of that tricky bastard Tallahar. I imagine his son's fighting now, probably every bit the turncoat his father was. Let's get to it, then. Kegsplitter's been dry for far too long." He indicates the fine Valyrian axe hanging from his belt.

[Fel]

Qhored's eyes pass over Erik Coldiron's axe, and then they meet Jhorgo's eyes for a moment. Without another word, Qhored begins striding back down to the sea where the ships are anchored. His men follow after him.