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Post by The Flint on May 7, 2011 21:36:27 GMT -5
Brandon Flint smiled, his teeth red from chewing on sourleaf as the Ironman turned.
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Post by Ollie on May 7, 2011 22:04:31 GMT -5
There are two ironborn*, and they seem to avoiding each other rather strongly. One is young, and scowling, and the other is grizzled, and drunk as hell. Several ironborn join in with the Pyke's. Young Yoren spied out the two men, and in short time was picking his way towards scowling brother in black closer his age. "You," he said, extending a filled cup, "look like you could use a drink." The ironborn lordling hands the cup to the man, or sets it beside him, and takes a seat. "Yoren Goodbrother, of Hammerhorn. You and your brothers have my gratitude. I have heard tales from the Wall, a harder place than any other. I do not envy you." |
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Post by Sam on May 8, 2011 1:00:40 GMT -5
Balon Harlaw eagerly joined the Drumms in their fingerdance. His sister was married to the heir of Old Wyk, and so he knew his kinsmen at least passing well.
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Post by The Smith on May 8, 2011 1:58:59 GMT -5
The young man looked at the Goodbrother with a slight scowl on his face, "You smell of cod."
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Post by Ollie on May 8, 2011 2:13:47 GMT -5
"And you of frosty piss, but I suspect most the Wall does," Yoren replies. "Is it true that when you piss outside, it freezes before it hits the ground? No matter," his head shakes the question away. "Now," Yoren points to the cup he set beside the brother, "Are you going to drink that? Because if not, hand it over, would you."
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Post by The Smith on May 8, 2011 2:24:58 GMT -5
The young man took the cup, and poured it out one the boots of Yoren, "Its yours."
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Post by Ollie on May 8, 2011 3:45:01 GMT -5
Yoren's smile dropped and his brow arched. The Goodbrother slid back in his seat, sat his cup on the table, and rose to his feet, flicking off droplets of wine. "You'll have to excuse me, Master Crow," he said in a polite tone. Stepping forward Yoren patted the Night's Watchmen on the cheek not softly, and left his company. "Enjoy the festivities."
The Goodbrother returned to his table and ate a little, to soak up the wine in his belly. Feeling satiated, Young Yoren wandered away from the ironmen and towards the veteran watchman, taking a seat at the table. The Goodbrother nodded amicably to the drunken Watchman, and poured two cups of wine. "The other crow, the young one over there," Yoren gestured, sliding the man a cup. "What's got his feathers in a ruffle?"
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on May 8, 2011 14:27:41 GMT -5
BRandon laughs again, "No true Northern is an idiot, though a couple come close to having that title. You two are just to young to worry, leave that to us older people." "Practice makes perfect," Jon said with a grin. "And anyhow, my older brother is not the perfect man to be inherit the Dreadfort. Like my father, he'll need a helping hand." "I am sure your brother will do just fine with the Dreadfort, though everyone needs help sometimes." Brandon looks towards his brother who decided that then was an opportune time to take a drink. |
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Post by The Flint on May 8, 2011 20:34:22 GMT -5
Danny Flint stood, and made his way over towards the Ironborn. He watched the reavers throwing the axe in the finger dance.
"What's this then?" he asked.
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Post by Erik on May 8, 2011 21:23:13 GMT -5
"'Tis but a game," Erik Pyke told Danny with a smile, "The essence of it is that you throw axes at one another, and anyone whose fingers fall off is the loser. Simple enough, eh?"
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Post by The Smith on May 8, 2011 21:56:11 GMT -5
Yoren's smile dropped and his brow arched. The Goodbrother slid back in his seat, sat his cup on the table, and rose to his feet, flicking off droplets of wine. "You'll have to excuse me, Master Crow," he said in a polite tone. Stepping forward Yoren patted the Night's Watchmen on the cheek not softly, and left his company. "Enjoy the festivities." The Goodbrother returned to his table and ate a little, to soak up the wine in his belly. Feeling satiated, Young Yoren wandered away from the ironmen and towards the veteran watchman, taking a seat at the table. The Goodbrother nodded amicably to the drunken Watchman, and poured two cups of wine. "The other crow, the young one over there," Yoren gestured, sliding the man a cup. "What's got his feathers in a ruffle?" The Veteran spat, "That man is dead, and hates every fuck still lucky enough to draw breath. A rose planted in the ice of the walls is sure to die." He laughed threateningly, "Even if it means his own brothers would strangle em." |
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 8:34:03 GMT -5
"'Tis but a game," Erik Pyke told Danny with a smile, "The essence of it is that you throw axes at one another, and anyone whose fingers fall off is the loser. Simple enough, eh?" Danny looked skeptical, "Seems a rather silly game." |
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Post by House Frey on May 9, 2011 18:12:09 GMT -5
William Frey with his wife and child enter the feast. Denna immediately looks for familiar faces.
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 19:41:34 GMT -5
Danny looked skeptical, "Seems a rather silly game." "Aren't most games?" Erik replied as Balon caught an axe and sent it right back. "Keeps a man quick, and gives him scars that the women love." |
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 22:08:20 GMT -5
"If the girls on the Island are mad for men missing fingers, there's some things they is missing out on," Danny chuckled, "Anyway, whats to keep the other man from lobbing such a ridiculous throw as no man could safely catch, an thereby take his victory?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5