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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 13:16:58 GMT -5
"I'm no lord, my brother has that honor. To tell it true, court is rather boring and there's little to get one's blood going better than a war on foreign soil. My lord brother was kind enough to lend me some of his ships, so I have taken to the seas as a sellsail captain," Rodrick replied with a booming laugh.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 13:28:36 GMT -5
"Ahh so even the second sons of highborn need to blaze their own path," Kenneth said with a smile.
"My father fought with Florent and your Mother and Father at Pyke, got a bit of land as a reward from it, course my oldest brother inherited it all so I set out to make my own name and like you thought a war on foreign soil might be good. Jonathon follows me around since he has nothing better to do."
"Right nothing better to do," the Dwarf added sarcastically.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 13:40:04 GMT -5
Rodrick nodded. "Aye, we younger sons must earn what we get. My princely brothers were all given castles by the King, I'm the only of my siblings who has no lands of his own," he said. "Whose company are you fighting with, Ser Kenneth?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 16:38:57 GMT -5
"My own, a group I call the Bloody Chickens in honor of my family," he said pointing to his house banner a white cock on a blue field.
"He gets a lot of shit for it," the Dwarf adds.
"Most of them are from around Oldtown," Kenneth says ignoring Jonathon's remark.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 16:42:53 GMT -5
"The Bloody Chickens? Truly?" Rodrick laughed loudly, and then composed himself. "That name alone earns you a drink, though I hope when it comes to battle your men do not perform like chickens," he said, and tossed a wineskin to Kenneth.
"I've got a better vintage aboard my ships, but I can't stand staying camped on them when we're in port; it's bad enough being stuck aboard a ship at sea for weeks at a time without being cooped up when I could be on dry land."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 16:51:21 GMT -5
Kenneth takes the skin and drinks it slowly it had been a while since he had partaken and even Rodrick's low quality wine tasted better then the shir that he was accustomed to. After taking another sip he handed it to the dwarf.
"Have you ever seen a cock fight?" Kenneth asked. "Its a messy bloody affair, but a fighting cock is a scrapper and will fight to the end no matter the odds, its this kind of spirit I hope my company will capture. . . of course I had considered naming the company the Bloody Cocks but it didn't seem appropriate for polite society."
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 16:56:49 GMT -5
Rodrick laughed again, nodding. "Have you any idea when we'll be sailing. I defer to the Fleet's admiral and he hasn't told me shit so far."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 17:41:10 GMT -5
Kenneth shook his head, "I am sorry I don't know they put me under a Volanti named Queno who was of the opinion we would be moving shortly since the Achron's don't like to pay for something they aren't using. He figured we'd do some smaller raids against allies of Braavos rather than attack them out right."
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 17:46:36 GMT -5
Rodrick nodded. "That makes sense. Braavos draws gold and men both from its client cities, cutting off that source would weaken them before we struck, although on the other hand it might give them time to acquire new more powerful allies," he said, half to Kenneth and half to himself.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 17:48:28 GMT -5
"Don't know much about strategy," Kenneth admitted, "I am just hoping I can keep my men's wits about them, sell swords aren't too interested in sticking around when the battle sours."
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 17:50:51 GMT -5
"If they are in it for the plunder, I hear it'll be quite good. Pentos is rich with wealth from the east and Volantis is ripe for the taking, from what I've heard around camp."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 17:54:35 GMT -5
"Guess that will be good for them then. . . course not much glory in taking from the weak," Kenneth suggests.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 17:55:59 GMT -5
"The glory comes later, I would imagine, although I've long since learned there's no point trying to live up to my father on that account," Rodrick said.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 17:59:50 GMT -5
"I guess that is a problem for a Stag," Kenneth smiled. "Us Coyns don't have much difficulty there," he laughed.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 20:56:14 GMT -5
Heralds begin moving through the camp shouting, "All sailors to their ships, all men to their companies. All Sailors to their ships, all men to their companies, prepare to be addressed by the commanders!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.