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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 17:42:01 GMT -5
A number of captains from the Iron Fleet take to the taverns of Lys to taste wines, ales and spirits from across the known world, and to engage in a spot of drunken revelry.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 8:44:38 GMT -5
Clarence Blackwall is present. Saltcliffe...not so much.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 18, 2015 11:09:19 GMT -5
Uhtred's in. Time to romp around and cause trouble.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 11:18:09 GMT -5
Ragnar and Freya joined the others. "Anyone know a good place to start?" Freya asked.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 18, 2015 13:50:29 GMT -5
"In a city full of watering holes and brothers, you might as well throw a rock to decide." the Prince replied, seeing this as a fine chance for camaraderie with his captains before the next war.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 13:58:05 GMT -5
"Closest tavern it is,then." Ragnar grinned. "I say we aim to drink in every tavern in the city."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 18, 2015 15:24:03 GMT -5
Uhtred shakes his head "Most places in the main city cater to high nobles and visitors, the craziest ones are by docks, have a much more... varied feel. More dangerous, heh."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 15:38:50 GMT -5
"Religious district," Clarence says. "Never lived until you've had a drunk priest try to convert you to their bullshit god."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 15:42:54 GMT -5
"To the docks then. Lead on, Farwynd." Ragnar gestured.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 18, 2015 15:47:04 GMT -5
Uhtred leads the way to the docks and tries to find the most disreputable tavern, where hopefully someone is literally being thrown out as they walk in.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 15:52:13 GMT -5
Lys's most disreputable tavern greets the men as they arrive. A man is walking out on his own power, a dagger protruding from his cheek like a very uncomfortably misplaced kazoo. A faded sign made from some old warship's side reads the Pot to Piss In Inn.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 18, 2015 16:13:00 GMT -5
Uhtred leads the way in, dodging a chair that was getting thrown at another patron, trying to make his way to the bar getting through the crowd
(Unarmed 60) I'll probably need this soon.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 16:17:21 GMT -5
Probably so. The tavern is full to the bursting point, but the Ironborn get a place at the bar using asskickings and numbers. A few servers ask for drink orders. They are armed to the teeth.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 16:21:33 GMT -5
Ragnar followed, moving confidently between the tables to the bar. "Ale," he called. "And quick about it."
Freya hung back a little, but her gaze scanned the place looking for signs of possible danger.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 16:24:15 GMT -5
Freya can see danger everywhere. That's literally exactly why everyone picked it. Sellswords and pretend sorcerers and assassins and bravos are everywhere. Sailors from as far as Yi Ti, distinguished by their serpent dragon regalia, can be seen, and even a few pirates from the Basilisk Isles. It's like a United Nations of rakes and roustabouts.
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