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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 17:04:18 GMT -5
It was night already when Lord Balor Greyjoy and his entourage barge into the Harlaw keep.
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 20:44:55 GMT -5
They are greeted with no pomp, as their coming was unannounced. After a short wait in the Great Hall, Lord Harlaw arrives, followed shortly by a trove of servants bearing food and drink. "Lord Greyjoy," he said courteously. "Welcome."
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 20:51:48 GMT -5
Greyjoy studied Harlaw, and his expression was as cold as the Winter's wind, "I have come to let you know. It is time to unleash the dogs."
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 21:12:03 GMT -5
Harlaw nodded. "Did you have a particular direction in mind?" he asked.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 21:21:00 GMT -5
"The reach." He replied with a smile, "Nice and fat like one of their women."
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 21:32:43 GMT -5
"Very well. Each of my captains will receive his orders soon," he replied.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 21:37:20 GMT -5
Balor studied Harlaw, "You hunger for this?"
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 21:47:26 GMT -5
"I have the same hungers as any man," he replied causticly. "A fine wench in the bed, strong wine in the cup, and worthy foes from whom I can take my due at sea. My nephew negotiated a truce with the Arbor on his way to the capital, but I care not a whit for the opinion of the Redwynes," Quellon added, turning his wolfish gaze upon his Salt Wife Lyanna, who was in the process of refilling his cup.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 21:53:43 GMT -5
Greyjoy nodded, "Given our resources... what do you need to knock the garden boys over on their asses?"
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 22:00:25 GMT -5
"A dozen ships, crewed and manned, I think, should be sufficient when added to mine own captains," he replied. "It won't defeat the Arbor Fleet at sea, but the Redwynes will not stir their full force unless threatened directly. Certainly not to defend Old Oak and the Shields."
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 22:07:45 GMT -5
Greyjoy rubbed his fist against his jaw, "Not yet anyway. I want that arbor fleet on the bottom of the sea."
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 22:10:11 GMT -5
"I would sooner see their ships berthed in our own ports under our flags, but the seabed is also an acceptable place for them," Harlaw agreed.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 22:12:03 GMT -5
Greyjoy frowned, and stared cooly at him, "If you were to take their whole fleet who would sail those ships? They would lie as fallow as our fields."
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Post by Sam on May 18, 2011 22:19:12 GMT -5
"I am sure men could be found, who would be glad for a ship of their own, and if not the timber would come with some use," he replied. "When do you wish us to sail?"
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 22:29:12 GMT -5
"Within the Fortnight, I will stay until you do." Harlow replied.
To get things better meshed, please wait til after the tourney.
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