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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 1, 2009 11:04:36 GMT -5
The busy harbor of the free city of Tyrosh, most ships are filled with sell swords, sea food, slaves or pear brandy.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 1, 2009 11:15:33 GMT -5
The Arbor Queen arrives in Tyrosh carrying Ser Kenneth and the men of the Bloody Chicken Company.
The Astonishing Jonathon Biggs strums his lute on the deck as the ship is inspected by the Tyroshi.
O'er the sea and o'er the waves to the sounds of cheers and raves the men of Oldtown sail towards danger the pains of war no stranger.
and o'er the valleys and o'er the hills to the feeling of chills and thrills the men of Oldtown march towards danger the pains of war no stranger.
Ser Kenneth shakes his head as he waits for the custom official to finish.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 11:31:20 GMT -5
The Forked red and black beard of the customs official looks to be long suffering as the man tugs on it with concern.
"You are... sellswords, out of Oldtown, that is correct? and you are here to sell your blades to the city?"He asks.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 1, 2009 11:45:20 GMT -5
"That is right," Kenneth says simply.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 12:27:22 GMT -5
"Speak to the Quartermaster-General, you'll find him off to the left over there."
The man gestures towards a long line of Sellswords and pirates, who are waiting infront of a booth with a tall black and yellow banner.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 1, 2009 13:04:18 GMT -5
"Hmmm seems we got here a little late to command the best price," Kenneth said.
"Find us accommodations if you can, Jonathon" the Knight said as he went to go see the Quartermaster.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 13:06:16 GMT -5
After waiting in line, Kenneth eventually stands before a large man, wearing a black and yellow robe of office, and writing names in a massive book.
"More sellswords eh? Name and number?" he says, without looking up.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 1, 2009 13:26:24 GMT -5
"Bloody Chickens, 100 men strong, under Kenneth Coyn," the knight said quickly.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 13:29:21 GMT -5
"Bloody...Chickens?" The Quartermaster replied, shaking his head, as if feeling embarassed on Coyn's behalf.
"You'll receive your pay every two weeks. The Captain should collect it for his entire group of men, and then dole it out as necessary. There are no advances on pay. You're to report to Captain-General Antonius, He has the Black standard with the purple Orchid on it, you can't miss it."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 1, 2009 13:35:44 GMT -5
"Of course," Kenneth says he leaves the line and looks immediately for the Black Standard with Purple Flower Banner.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 22:47:03 GMT -5
Ser Rodrick Baratheon's fleet of twenty ships sails out of Tyrosh Harbor, catching a southerly wind and heading toward Volantis. If they get close before any of the other Alliance ships arrive, they will begin raiding merchant vessels for plunder, as well as any warships in a group of 10 or less, but in face of any more opposition they will fall back and attempt to join their allies.
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