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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 11, 2009 13:17:32 GMT -5
Lord Tully arrives in White Harbor riding at the head of the flaking party. He makes for the docks, not intending to waste any time.
As they ride he turns to Ragnor, "Find us the boats we need, I do not wish to linger here longer than we have to. The longer we wait the farther Thatcher will get unchecked."
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 17:35:21 GMT -5
Ragnor nods to Oswell, spurring his horse forward toward the docks. When they arrive, he looks for the closest thing to someone in charge that he can find.
Once they're found, he says, "By order of Queen Rhaenys, we're requisitioning every ship available. We need to get a thousand men out on the water by tomorrow."
By his look, he doesn't want any questions.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 17:40:22 GMT -5
The Northmen there help them find many ships. Most are quite small but they are able to gather a flotilla of cogs, and other small vessels after a few days.
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 17:52:10 GMT -5
Ragnor spends the days dicing and drinking, and helping with the affairs when he's bored with gambling and thinks he's sober.
They cast off as soon as possible, making east to cut around the Vale.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 17:58:02 GMT -5
They cast off slowly in a mishmash of vessels.
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2009 18:41:28 GMT -5
The Iron Fleet puts in at White Harbor.
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Hope you all are well and happy.