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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 14:40:01 GMT -5
"who the fuck wants a name when they're dead, Killion?" he said with a laugh. "Let me kill you, and I shall call you Killion the Mad God of War, and I promise to bury you with a note worth a million gold dragons." He grins. "We deal death. Best enjoy life and take every single scrap it offers you while you can. Dead is dead."
The woman looks at Ragnar, shakes her head, and walks away.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 14:42:23 GMT -5
"That's why men take rock wives," Freya agreed. "'Tis different for men, though, and the sons and daughters of salt wives can be as strong as their fathers." She thought a moment. "my brother was good enough to make me a gift of Oakenshield. I suppose by rights I ought take a husband, but it would not please me to marry any man who was not of our own people and proven in battle." "I'm sure you could find one in the fleet now" Uhtred replied "We've collected ourselves together, and this is the chance for them to truly prove themselves in battle" he looks up and there is a distant look in his green-blue eyes now "Not man to man, not even ship to ship. Fleet on fleet, where captains prove themselves not only with strength of arms but with their mind and cool when fires rage in the sails and we are beret on all sides by enemies. That's where truly they can prove themselves. You survive this battle, I'm sure you'll see someone worthy in it." |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 14:46:41 GMT -5
"I'm sure you could find one in the fleet now" Uhtred replied "We've collected ourselves together, and this is the chance for them to truly prove themselves in battle" he looks up and there is a distant look in his green-blue eyes now "Not man to man, not even ship to ship. Fleet on fleet, where captains prove themselves not only with strength of arms but with their mind and cool when fires rage in the sails and we are beret on all sides by enemies. That's where truly they can prove themselves. You survive this battle, I'm sure you'll see someone worthy in it." "Aye, mayhaps I will," she agreed. "We shall see. What of yourself? Have you chosen a rock wife yet?" She eyed him speculatively. Ragnar cursed as the woman departed but, since he was disinclined to waste time, and had no wish to risk offending their hosts by taking what he wanted whether the woman wished it or not, he began to examine his surroundings. There would be other women, after all. |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 14:54:20 GMT -5
"Aye, mayhaps I will," she agreed. "We shall see. What of yourself? Have you chosen a rock wife yet?" She eyed him speculatively. "No. I have not been with our people in over 13 years, not since the ironborn were pushed out of the narrow sea by Braavos." He waves his hand at the captains of the fleet around them "This is the most ironborn I've seen together since that time. I don't even know if it would be proper for me to take one, as I hold no true lands. Only a island in the stepstones that may be lost for all I know." |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:05:04 GMT -5
"No. I have not been with our people in over 13 years, not since the ironborn were pushed out of the narrow sea by Braavos." He waves his hand at the captains of the fleet around them "This is the most ironborn I've seen together since that time. I don't even know if it would be proper for me to take one, as I hold no true lands. Only a island in the stepstones that may be lost for all I know." "You ought find out what happened to your island," she said. "It is not good to let such things go. In time, perhaps you will earn news lands, and then it would only be proper to take a rock wife. You want to honour the god, don't you?" |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 15:12:10 GMT -5
Uhtred snorts "I did not wish to let my island go, but King Euric demanded I be present or I be dead to my own people. That was a hard choice, but necessary. It lies just south of the Stepstones, so I shall be able to find out its fate when we go to face the King Bryce's Volantese. I left 800 men there to hold it, and had ordered defenses built. We shall see. The God has allowed me to live so far, but it seems your brother was granted the land that I took for him. New lands are not likely for one such as I."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:16:02 GMT -5
"My rank is not so high to allow me into the king's counsel," Freya answered. "But I do not doubt there will be much more land to be claimed. Serve well, and you will surely be rewarded. King Euric is not ungenerous to those who are loyal."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 17, 2015 15:20:26 GMT -5
"who the fuck wants a name when they're dead, Killion?" he said with a laugh. "Let me kill you, and I shall call you Killion the Mad God of War, and I promise to bury you with a note worth a million gold dragons." He grins. "We deal death. Best enjoy life and take every single scrap it offers you while you can. Dead is dead." The woman looks at Ragnar, shakes her head, and walks away. "A byname has as much meaning, alive or dead, only an empty vanity." he replied, with a boisterous laugh at the sellsword's offer. "The Mad God of War does have a nice ring to it though, but you'll have to pay iron not gold if you want it. I suppose that would make you Nyles Krakenbane." "And while I am all for living life to the fullest, dead is never really dead amongst my people." |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 15:23:15 GMT -5
"I do not know about that. The lands we might take this far east are a poisoned fruit, liable to war and far away from any support from the Isles. Even if I was given land, there is no certainty to hold it while the free cities are active and hungry. Any raider would be swallowed up in the politics and alliances that changes as the sea."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:28:05 GMT -5
Freya gave Uthred a withering look. "I begin to understand why my brother is worried about you. 'Are you a reaver or a Braavosi, truly? Do you not want to see our people prosper?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 15:28:37 GMT -5
"who the fuck wants a name when they're dead, Killion?" he said with a laugh. "Let me kill you, and I shall call you Killion the Mad God of War, and I promise to bury you with a note worth a million gold dragons." He grins. "We deal death. Best enjoy life and take every single scrap it offers you while you can. Dead is dead." The woman looks at Ragnar, shakes her head, and walks away. "A byname has as much meaning, alive or dead, only an empty vanity." he replied, with a boisterous laugh at the sellsword's offer. "The Mad God of War does have a nice ring to it though, but you'll have to pay iron not gold if you want it. I suppose that would make you Nyles Krakenbane." "And while I am all for living life to the fullest, dead is never really dead amongst my people." Nyles chuckled. "You say that, yet none of the Ironborn who ever faced me have come back for a second try. Dead is dead, Prince Killion. What we do when we get to the great feasting hall in the...sea, I guess, I shall enjoy life here." He drains his glass and continues. "And, a byname may not help someone who has swords of his own to watch his back, but being known as the Gallow's Man here means that men think twice before asking me to move, or cutting me in a line...or looking at me, funny. Or," he strokes his partner's arm, "asking for my woman. Names have power. Death, has none. Except for maybe one man I knew..." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 17, 2015 15:34:16 GMT -5
"And what act of valiance earned you such a name? Surely this man you killed must have been a monster." Killion prodded, knowing very well that such titles were often empty boasts grown tall over a few mugs of ale. "I will concede to your point though. For a man that has nothing, I suppose a name is everything. Reputation carries weight for those without title."
"And who was this one man, who found power in death?" Killion inquired, arching a curious eyebrow.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 15:40:33 GMT -5
Freya gave Uthred a withering look. "I begin to understand why my brother is worried about you. 'Are you a reaver or a Braavosi, truly? Do you not want to see our people prosper?" Uhtred had born it patiently at first. Seems like he gotten a lot of looks like that since he had come here to the ironborn. Maybe he was even getting used to the accusations. Or not. "I have taken such words from others, and perhaps I have grown tired of them" the fire in him burns to be let out, but he contains it for now, barely as the bones in his left fist creak "Would you test me as a ironborn then? Shall I fetch my axe so you can see how I swing it? I speak these things so that I can see our people prosper, not so that they will lose it all." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 15:42:18 GMT -5
"A sorcerer," he said. "but that's a whole different tale." He shrugged. "I killed the local city criminal lord. Took his possessions. I'm not Aemon the fucking Dragon Knight, but killing is something I can do."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:44:52 GMT -5
Uhtred had born it patiently at first. Seems like he gotten a lot of looks like that since he had come here to the ironborn. Maybe he was even getting used to the accusations. Or not. "I have taken such words from others, and perhaps I have grown tired of them" the fire in him burns to be let out, but he contains it for now, barely as the bones in his left fist creak "Would you test me as a ironborn then? Shall I fetch my axe so you can see how I swing it? I speak these things so that I can see our people prosper, not so that they will lose it all." Freya smirked. "You could, certainly. I would be happy to test you. But remember, I am but a woman. My brother honours me well, but there are those who might take it ill if you chose to prove your mettle against a woman, even one such as I. If you win, it will be seen as an easier victory than you might face from a man. If you lose, you will be dishonoured." |
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