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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 15:50:42 GMT -5
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." "Fuck opinions. Fuck Honor. It's all a farce to make empty men believe in themselves even more, a front they put on to make them think they're better than other men. You doubt me, bring what you have against me and I will face you. Moray Entel did, and I'll give that bastard more respect than anyone who tries to use mens opinions as a shield." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 17, 2015 15:52:44 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." "Don't suppose it was a woman with tits that would put the Hightower to shame?" he guessed, referring bawdily to the only sorcerer he knew. "Do not sell yourself short. A man who can kill is always a man with value, especially in times such as these. Have you been hired by the Lyseni then to join us?" |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:54:04 GMT -5
Freya rolled her eyes. "You won't last long if you speak so bluntly in the presence of the king. A woman has to fight twice as hard for anything she wants. I don't like that, but I live with it, and I have made a name for myself. As a man who is half a foreigner, you must learn to do the same. I will fight you gladly, but it will do you no good. Not in the king's eyes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 16:01:13 GMT -5
"I don't work for the Prince," he said. "I don't work at all, right now. I'm retired, as it were. And no, but I know Amelia Royce well enough. The sorcerer taught her for over a year."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 16:07:18 GMT -5
Uhtred raises a eyebrow "I did not know the ironborn had grown so arrogant that the truth grated on their ears. Rather if I remember, it was the true iron to not ignore the reality of what was around us. Would you disagree? Would you rather us be like the greenlanders and lie through our teeth with every word?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 16:12:26 GMT -5
"I am not saying that," she argued. "Your ways are strange to me and to many of our people, as you have yourself admitted. But you need the good opinion of those around you. You need it more than I do, truly. Our people know the harsh truth of the world, yet it seems to me you deny the reality of the situation. Fight me if you wish, but you would do better to choose another."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 16:23:38 GMT -5
Uhtred looked at her for a second, then mutely refilled the cups before speaking again "Maybe. I am far too used to being my own king, with no man over me and I alone choosing where my fleet sails. With how things are here, I have not... adapted as well I should have." he takes a breath "But hearing these accusations, well, my family has always had a rage in them that sometimes is hard to temper down."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 16:28:46 GMT -5
"Rage is not a bad thing, if you use it properly." The smirk was back again. "I don't think you'd be a bad sort, once you had more time to live among your own."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 16:36:19 GMT -5
Uhtred gives a slasher grin in return "And you might not be a bad sort, if you can at least fight as well as you talk. Mayaps you should pull your vessel close in the battle to come. A woman at war... haven't seen that in a long time."
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Post by Marlow on Apr 17, 2015 16:39:38 GMT -5
Pleased that the celebration was now full swing, Harwyn left the palace after an hour, headed back to the docks.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 16:41:25 GMT -5
"Aye, there are women who fight, but not that many. I'll wager I'm the first to have her own castle. We could always test how strong a stomach you have for a strong drink?"
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 16:45:06 GMT -5
"Long as you're drinking with me, I'll take that up. Never one for drinking alone, heh, won't be the first night I've spent drinking with a warrior woman. The main admiral here, Karellian, she's a fighter if there ever was one."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 16:50:12 GMT -5
"Oh?" Freya looked interested. "You'll have to introduce me. I've never met a woman admiral before now. But let's drink first. I want to see if I can drink you under the table. Let's see if there's saltwater in your belly, or milk."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 16:53:37 GMT -5
Uhtred moves to what he assumes is the most ridiculous open bar this side of the Narrow Sea, as only befits the Prince of Lys, and opens his hands wide to let Freya take first choice. It was her challenge after all.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 16:59:41 GMT -5
She looked over the drinks and chose a bottle of spiced rum from the Summer Isles.
"Best drink this side of Westeros. Trust me." She called for two glasses.
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