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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 15:01:08 GMT -5
"It's not for us to say, now," Erik answers, shaking his head, "We're the same, you and I, sitting and chatting until the end of time. It's for those that came after to take what we left them, and make their own stories to tell us when they meet us here."
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 15:02:37 GMT -5
"I had never known you to be poetic. Nor any ironman, really."
Olander sipped at his cider. "I returned your axe to your son, you will be happy to know."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 15:07:00 GMT -5
"Good. He'll use it well, I'm sure. As I said, make himself some stories for when he arrives. He's got quite a bit of work ahead of him. I can't imagine either the crown or the Harlaws would be very forgiving. But Mortimer will have taken care of them."
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 15:14:58 GMT -5
"Fuck Mortimer, and fuck your lilly ass too, Coldiron," a gruff, salt-and-pepper bearded man called out from a few seats down across the table. Ulfrik Greyjoy scowled at his cousin through the tangles of his salt-crusted hair, and scoffed again.
"I'm surprised that the Drowned God ever let you into his halls in the first place, you fucking traitorous kin forlorning bastard, pah!" he grumbles, jerking his thumb behind him, towards a hallway that undoubtedly led to their god's afterlife.
Olander smiled.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 15:18:18 GMT -5
Erik lifts his mug to his cousin.
"Which kin did I betray, Ulfrik? The Harlaws? I seem to recall you having your own problems with their leadership. Or should I have been there to assist you in killing a teenage boy? Assumed you had that under control."
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 15:18:52 GMT -5
Francis nodded, "It seems odd that the great event we were supposed to be preparing for has passed us by in what seems a blink of an eye." Horas almost smirks. "That was always Piers' game, not mine. This war will change nothing substantial. Today they celebrate, but tomorrow they will be at each others' throats." |
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 15:20:42 GMT -5
Ulfrik grumbled cast a leery eye on his brother Andrik. "Talk to this great sop-pot of uselessness. He's the one who was bested in single combat, not me. I fucking fought three times the number I had after he fell, and still managed to give it just as good as I got!"
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 15:23:07 GMT -5
Erik lifts his mug to his cousin. "Which kin did I betray, Ulfrik? The Harlaws? I seem to recall you having your own problems with their leadership. Or should I have been there to assist you in killing a teenage boy? Assumed you had that under control." Andrik Greyjoy trudges into the hall and snorts disdainfully at Erik. "I wouldn't say betray so much as 'danced back and forth between sides like a fucking rose petal in the wind'." He frowns at his brother next. "Give it a rest, Ulfrik. You're just as dead as me." |
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 15:25:51 GMT -5
"Wouldn't expect anything else, cousin. Did the same to Ollie here's troops back in the Riverlands. I killed a relative or two of yours myself, didn't I?" He turns back to Olander with the question.
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 15:36:13 GMT -5
Tregar Reed waves sardonically from down the table, and returns to eating his fried crawshrimp.
"I believe you did, Erik," Olander sneered good-naturedly. "I ought to have killed Roose sooner. Had I been in control of the North, supporting you would have come much easier."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 15:38:20 GMT -5
"There you go. Fool of a goddamn Stark." Erik turns back to Ulfrik and Andrik. "You see? I did my damnedest after you two were gone. Had most of the Riverlands, too. Better'n just Pyke, which you lot never even managed."
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Post by Sam on May 31, 2009 21:43:51 GMT -5
"You held four castles for like a month and a half," said a tall man with an avian face and greying hair. He was clad all in back, and leanly muscled. "I'll say, Greyjoy, I laughed right hard when news came to the Wall that old Michael here had cut your head off." The former Lord Commander raised his glass and clinked it against that of the other former Lord Commander, whom he sat across from.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:51:23 GMT -5
"Maybe so, but four are more than none, aren't they? And I won myself a place in the songs and stories, that's what counts. More than some black-cloaked lordling sitting up at the Wall can say."
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Post by Tallahar on May 31, 2009 22:42:41 GMT -5
There come a great laughter, "I think all the songs and stories are about your love for your crew members. All the great songs were about me." The arrogance of Tallahar Tyrell is over whelming.
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Post by Erik on Jun 1, 2009 21:13:35 GMT -5
"Go sit in your fucking corner, craven," Erik answers, "Men are talking."
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Hope you all are well and happy.