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Post by The Smith on May 22, 2011 22:09:23 GMT -5
OOC-Not sure if Harlaw left with his fleet, but Greyjoy wants a chat, so just post were you are, and who is with you, and I will have Greyjoy enter.
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 16:55:28 GMT -5
Lord Harlaw is at the port in Scythe Harbor, overseeing the preparations for the voyage. He bows slightly when Lord Greyjoy approaches him. "Lord Greyjoy," he said, before turning and savagely backhanding a thrall who wasn't working hard enough.
[OOC: I was going to wait to post the fleet departing until the end of the tournament.]
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 18:32:32 GMT -5
Greyjoy frowned at Harlaw, "Everything going as planned?"
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 19:07:42 GMT -5
"I could use some better Thralls, but I imagine they will be plentiful when our work is done. The men of the Reach are a hardy lot, once they've been properly broken," he replied.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 19:32:15 GMT -5
Greyjoy nodded, and then grunted.
A thrall Harlaw knew well slipped forward, and put a dagger into Greyjoy's chest. The thrall drew back for another sting.
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 20:27:45 GMT -5
Harlaw stood impassively for a moment, before drawing his own dagger and slashing at the thrall's arm. He glanced around for any of Greyjoy's guards that might be present, bellowing for his own men. "Seize this man!" he bellowed loudly.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 20:35:29 GMT -5
Because of the slight hesitation the man gets in to more thrusts to Greyjoy's gut and chest, before turning and running. Greyjoy starts to fall, but his iron grip latches onto Harlaw.
Greyjoy had reavers who traveled with him, but no body guards. Two reavers straight to chase the running man.
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 20:39:36 GMT -5
Harlaw catches his liegelord as he falls. "Catch him," he snarled at his own men, jerking his head at the fleeing man.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 20:50:52 GMT -5
Men ran after him screaming axes hitting mail can be heard down the street.
Greyjoy grabs hard onto Harlaw, and gasps, "Well played Harlaw, never even saw the first blow coming." His hands wrap slowly around Harlaw's neck and begin to squeeze.
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 20:56:09 GMT -5
Harlaw released Greyjoy, and pried his hands away from his throat. "The command was not mine, but do not think I shall mourn your passing," he grunted.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 21:03:34 GMT -5
Greyjoy's hands are pried apart enough that they no longer crush Harlaw's throat, but the Kraken's strength is still a challenge to overcome. Greyjoy frowned, "Perhaps I will live. It feels more like a tickle then a wound."
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 21:29:21 GMT -5
"I doubt it," Quellon replied, applying his own formidable strength to drive Greyjoy to the ground and driving his own dagger into the man's chest. "Kill his men," he said to his guards. Dagmer Pyke arrived on the scene, from the wharf where he'd been loading the Bastard's Fist with provisions, just in time to hear his father's words. He unslung his axe and moved toward Greyjoy's three remaining men, as the Harlaw drones closed in around them.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 21:35:06 GMT -5
One of the men went down with out a fight, just a widening of his eyes. The other two fought like madmen, taking down three time their number before falling.
Greyjoy reached up as he was stabbed, and grabbed Harlaw's ears. He pulled the man close and bite at him. He got a hold of Quellon's cheek, and tore out a mouthful of flesh from the side of his face.
It took two more thrusts before Greyjoy was weak enough that Harlaw could pull free from his grasp. "Fuck....." were the last words Greyjoy spoke.
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Post by Sam on May 23, 2011 21:39:55 GMT -5
Harlaw spat on his corpse, and stood, blood flowing freely from his face. "Find the rest of his men, any that are on the island and kill them, quietly. Take however many men you need," he said to his bastard son. He pressed a hand against the wound on his face. "Find Balon," he said to one of his reavers, "and make sure no ship can leave the harbor."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2011 21:49:31 GMT -5
Harlaw's men return with one of Greyjoys, "We caught the murderer... well... I think we did."
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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