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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 16:29:02 GMT -5
Very conscious that she was the only woman in their group of men, Freya kept her hand on the shaft of the short axe she carried with her in such situations. It occurred to her that Ragnar, busy ordering drinks, might be inclined to seek out some of these more colourful characters when he was free. For herself, though, she chose to find a table for their group to settle at. She had no inclination towards socialising with those not of the Iron Islands.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 16:40:44 GMT -5
No table can hold the sizeable host, so it looks like standing in the legitimized riot is going to have to do. The only large table is filled up with people from...well, definitely from somewhere. Everyone is from somewhere. Ragnar notes the ale is good though.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 18, 2015 17:00:32 GMT -5
Uhtred glances at the table, then at the rest of the ironborn "I want to sit down, rest of ya?" He'll move to confront the people at the table.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 17:09:35 GMT -5
"Don't start trouble before we've even had our first drinks," Ragnar warned, pointedly distancing himself from Uhtred since they were guests in Lys after all.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 18, 2015 21:09:08 GMT -5
Uhtred ignores that. They were lords and captains, they wouldn't stand like bloody peasants. He'd take that table.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 19, 2015 1:37:27 GMT -5
Killion removed a few silvers from his purse, dried blood still caked in the detailed filigree, and slid it to the bar tender.
"A drink for every cutthroat, rogue, pirate, thief, murderer, assassin, smuggler, nightblade, and ne'er-do-well in this place. Anyone that don't fit that description, fuck 'em." he smirked, noting Uhtred approach the table out of the corner of his eye. "All except that table. They wont be here to enjoy 'em much longer."
He strode over, placing a hand on Uhtred's shoulder, and smiled at the ruffians that were seated.
"You lot are in our seats." he stated simply and with an edge, motioning to his comrades.
(Intimidation 60)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 12:54:28 GMT -5
The meaning is universal, but the men at the table rise. They don't leave.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 19, 2015 13:05:52 GMT -5
Ragnar glanced at his prince. "Stay wary," he warned the group in a murmur. He had a very bad feeling about this.
Freya came forward to stand beside her brother.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 19, 2015 14:58:34 GMT -5
Killion turned to his men with a broad smile, shrugged, picked up a bottle, and broke it across the nearest man's face.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 19, 2015 15:03:23 GMT -5
Uhtred just laughed as the glass broke, then grabbed the table and flipped it over onto as many of the man as he could.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:05:18 GMT -5
The fight is swift, and the Ironborn, to their surprise, win almost instantly. Uhtred did break a leg off the tbale though, so like most Ironborn victories, no one ends it really happy.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 19, 2015 15:09:27 GMT -5
Ragnar sighed. "A hollow victory, it seems. But at least we have ale."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 19, 2015 15:12:48 GMT -5
"Need to learn to have some fun, Drumm." Killion jabbed, surveying the scene with contentment as he took a well-earned seat and ordered more ale.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 19, 2015 15:14:24 GMT -5
Uhtred laughs again "Well it's not like we're staying here all night! Let's move on. Plenty of other places, maybe with more tables."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 19, 2015 15:19:30 GMT -5
Ragnar shrugged. "I like to be drunk before I engage in tavern brawls, personally. The ale isn't bad, though I've certainly had better.
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