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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 10, 2008 15:39:58 GMT -5
Somewhere on the Eastern coast of Bear Island.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 10, 2008 15:45:18 GMT -5
A ship arrives in the night. It is an ugly ship, much abused and porrly used. It is a miracle it sails so many ruffians and vagrants. As they make camp on the beach, their leader, a lean black-clothed man who grins like a shark, jokingly refers to this spot as Crow's Landing or Evergreentown. By morning, they've already formed a small collection of sturdy huts.
The Night's Watch has taught them many valuable skills. Too bad they decided to leave it so rudely...
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Post by Fel on Nov 10, 2008 15:51:45 GMT -5
It's not long before a scouting ship sees them. It turns back, and several hours later several hundred armoured Ironborn have found the camp and surrounded it. The leader of the Ironborn party walks out and demands to speak with the leader of the camp.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 10, 2008 15:58:01 GMT -5
"You must be the neighbours!" says the handsome man with the pale teeth and colder eyes. "We would've come sooner, but well... what can I say, home improvement seemed more important at the time." He waved for his men not to make a move.
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Post by Fel on Nov 10, 2008 16:02:46 GMT -5
The large, burly and incredibly unhandsome Ironborn stared angrily at the handsome man. "Who are you?" he growls.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 10, 2008 16:12:23 GMT -5
"Lord of Evergrove, proprietor of the House of Feathers, and now mayor of Crowtown... my mother calls me Rickard, but I prefer simply Evergreen to my face." He tilted his head in genuine curiosity. "Have you heard of me? I'm quite famous, you know. Arent I, boys?"
"The Lord of Liars and Prince of Plunder, Lord Evergre-"
"Shut up, Walter. Okay, your turn. What's your title, big boy?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 10, 2008 16:40:10 GMT -5
The large man hawked up a gob of pleghm and spat it at the face of the man before him. "Rickard was it now? You talk too much Rickard, like a fucking woman with all your talking. What are you and your men doing here? You look like crows who have done a runner, but might be your the wolf's men in crow's clothing."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 10, 2008 16:58:04 GMT -5
He wiped his face with a black handkerchief, murmuring, "I think someone needs a woman..."
Replacing the handkerchief, "You still haven't given me a title..."
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Post by Fel on Nov 10, 2008 17:01:08 GMT -5
"You're trespassing on Lord Harlaw's lands, I don't have to tell you shit. And you don't have long to tell me what you're doing here before we cut you nd your men to bloody ribbons."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 10, 2008 17:17:27 GMT -5
"Your children are better men than you because they're not really yours and you spit like a Greenlander. And I know you won't kill me for saying that unless you want to take it personal, because we're offering to join the Kraken's cause or Reaper's revolution or... whichever one Harlaw is."
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Post by Fel on Nov 11, 2008 13:06:51 GMT -5
OOC: You don't really understand Ironborn, do you Martyn...
Rickard doesn't have time to finish speaking, as the man throws a punch at him before he can.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 11, 2008 15:53:06 GMT -5
He barely dodges it. "...so how's my negotiating? Am I expressing enough bravado and lickspittle and rough n' tumbleness to join the Ironmen?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 11, 2008 15:55:28 GMT -5
The man growls and throws another punch, this one up into Rickard's gut.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Nov 11, 2008 15:58:57 GMT -5
"...aw, Tyrell's tits..." He takes a few steps about steps holding his stomach. "I'll let you have that one because we're going to be friends, but the next one won't get a clever remark..."
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Post by Fel on Nov 11, 2008 16:00:51 GMT -5
The man grunted, seemingly satsified after having landed a punch, and not interested in fighting someone who wasn't fighting back. "Tell your men to put down their weapons, we'll see what Farwynd makes of you lot."
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