Some Fishing Village on the Coast

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:07:37 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 12:07:37 GMT -5 "I do, ser." The man replied.

Erik
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Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:17:36 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 12:17:36 GMT -5

"Good. Now, I wager that I can gut any man here in a fair fight. The man you pick steps outside with me. He kills me, and Drumm here takes these Ironborn and you never hear from them again. I kill him, we borrow a ship, and you never hear from us again except when we return it like the good neighbors we are. But that's only if you think one of your fine soldiers here is man enough to kill some 16-year-old Ironborn lordling."

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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:22:17 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 12:22:17 GMT -5 "I would take your wager, but they ain't my ships. You need to talk to Ser Lovelyn. He commands Redshore." The knight replied.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:23:23 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 12:23:23 GMT -5 Ragnor sighs. "Well, all right. Half a mile North, you said? Now Lovelyn, what's he like?"
	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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:25:31 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 12:25:31 GMT -5 Ser Ioun shifted, "He is... tight laced. And proud. And angry."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:29:39 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 12:29:39 GMT -5 "I can work with that." Ragnor answers, and flips the man a silver. "Next round's on me." He heads out of the bar, the rest of the Ironborn clearing out as well. They start marching North, for Redshore.
	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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:32:51 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 12:32:51 GMT -5 The gates of the keep are sealed, but a man is sent out. "What have we here?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:47:06 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 12:47:06 GMT -5 "Lord Ragnor Greyjoy of Pyke." Ragnor replies. "Ser Ioun said we might find some assistance here."
	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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:49:16 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 12:49:16 GMT -5 "You can come in alone. Greyjoy." The man replied and returned to the gate.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:49:52 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 12:49:52 GMT -5 "Drumm, you're in charge." Greyjoy follows the man into the keep.
	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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:54:01 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 12:54:01 GMT -5 The gates slam shut behind the Ironborn and the man turns to study Ragnor, "You lost or something. Need dircections?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 12:56:12 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 12:56:12 GMT -5 "Heading for the Islands. Met Ser Ioun in town, he thought I'd be able to borrow a ship here. Where's Ser Lovelyn?"
	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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 13:00:32 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 13:00:32 GMT -5 The man nodded, and lead him into the small keep. They find him walking toward the stables wearing his plate mail. He stops and stares at Greyjoy. Ragnor's escort spoke up, "Lord Greyjoy for you boss."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 13:13:19 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jul 4, 2009 13:13:19 GMT -5 Ragnor holds a hand out. "Ser Lovelyn. How do you do?"
	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.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Some Fishing Village on the Coast Jul 4, 2009 13:16:14 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Jul 4, 2009 13:16:14 GMT -5 Lovelyn looked at the hand, and said, "Greyjoy?"

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