Kurts
Prince
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Post by Kurts on Apr 16, 2015 21:46:08 GMT -5
"A pity you did not already, for I always found Lys fascinating." he smirked, gray-blue eyes going back to the women.
"Very well, we will eat and drink Then to war!" he exclaimed, jovially.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 16, 2015 21:47:08 GMT -5
Uhtred finishes his talk with the Admiral, probably promising a heavy night of drinking or two with her to iron (get it) out the specifics of her concerns and how to address them.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 16, 2015 22:51:41 GMT -5
Harwyn gestures for Uhtred to join him, the scowl on his face seemingly habit lately.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 16, 2015 22:58:53 GMT -5
Uhtred moves next to the man, eyes relaxes for now. "Yeah? What's up?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 16, 2015 23:04:30 GMT -5
With lightning speed the main hall is furnished with tables and chairs. Food is brought out for the impromptu party and the Prince commands there be some light music with dancing (done by pretty women of course). Perhaps most bizarre is the small group of uniformed children that begin singing some songs ranging from how great Lys is to the theme of friendship and war.
Dignitaries and the like also began arriving. Pretty soon and there really was a party going on.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 16, 2015 23:17:50 GMT -5
The Lord Captain sent word to the Iron Fleet that it could dock in the harbor. The nimble corsairs, hardy galleys, majestic galleons, and monstrous Iron Fortresses either docked or dropped anchor. All the captains were invited to the feast with their new allies, to celebrate the war to come. The rest were left to guard the ships.
Killion enjoyed the festivities, deep in his cups and hoping to get deep in some Lyseni women during the evening. He looked around, surrounded by his own captains and foreign dignitaries. It was a queer sight, but he shrugged. Foreigners were preferable to the greenlanders on the mainland.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 16, 2015 23:24:34 GMT -5
Harwyn leaned in close, muttering to Uhtred as he watches the soon-to-be festivities.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 17, 2015 0:28:45 GMT -5
Now smiling, Harwyn joins the festivities, grabbing the nearest woman.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 17, 2015 1:24:21 GMT -5
The children finish singing songs and march off to wherever it is they stay. Some business men and dignitaries try to take the opportunity to speak with Lucian but he has them sent away.
"There is sometimes news of Westeros that reaches me. I hear there is war everywhere. Is it true? Or are these just tales by drunk sailors."
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 17, 2015 2:31:48 GMT -5
"Much like your Free Cities, Westeros seems to almost always be in some state of war." Killion answered him, as if it were cause for celebration rather than unfortunate. "The one ongoing now seems one for the ages though, with the armies of the Reach and North already in shambles."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 7:38:03 GMT -5
The female admiral has long ago retired to her own estates.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 11:05:27 GMT -5
Also in the party is a tremendously fat man and a man decked out in more riches than any three of the Ironborn even own.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 11:10:47 GMT -5
Uhtred has a horrible sense of deja vu, and turns his eyes to the fat man. Is this... him?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 11:11:29 GMT -5
That fat man was Myrish. This fat man is less grossly fat, and seems to be winning women over with actual charm.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 11:38:53 GMT -5
Uhtred sighs with relief, afraid for one horrible second that the Myrish ambassador had been invited to the party. He introduces himself to the two, curious for a moment about their new "allies"
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