Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 25, 2015 22:46:49 GMT -5
The former seat of the Archon of Tyrosh, comprised of imposing battlements constructed around a central ornate spire. It overlooks the Bleeding Tower which guards the harbor and the sprawling marketplace. Its dungeons contain a collection of ingenious and infamous Tyroshi torture devices. The halls always smell of fresh pears, from the orchards in a central garden, with which the famous Tyroshi brandy is distilled.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 25, 2015 22:50:05 GMT -5
With the battle won, Killion let his men loose upon the city to loot and pillage, though instructions were left not to burn it to the ground as would be the usual custom. They had no intention of leaving, after all. As the screams of newly taken salt wives (with hair all colors of the rainbow as was Tyroshi custom) echoed in the streets, the prince secured the Archon's palace; claiming any wives, sisters, or daughters of the Archon as his own. After all, you keep what you kill.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 25, 2015 23:04:15 GMT -5
Lucian commanded any orphans or lost children be taken into his custody, seeing as how Iron Born probably didn't have much use for younglings. He saw the men preferred to take the exotic women as their own rather than their children. He set up his own headquarters in the admiral's manor and set up guards so the drunk Iron Born wouldn't get too rowdy about him. He also ordered that any economic centres and agricultural areas be protected from destruction.
After the caretaking business was over with he would visit the Prince and the King.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 25, 2015 23:07:49 GMT -5
Harwyn, after ordering his men to gather every survivor who had held a blade, arrived at the palace. Despite the generally merry mood among the Ironborn, Harwyn frowned as he sought out Killion.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 25, 2015 23:27:22 GMT -5
Killion was in fine spirits, already having found a decanter of Tyroshi pear brandy that he was drinking straight out of.
"A fine day!" he exclaimed, clapping the Lysene prince on the back before turning to Harwyn. "Why so dour, Goodbrother?"
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Post by Marlow on Apr 25, 2015 23:33:20 GMT -5
"We lost many men, and some say the battle was only won because of the dragon. Our enemies, and allies, may see us as weak now, and still it is another battle where I do not get to kill." Harwyn grumbles something else for a moment before shaking his head. "Perhaps I am growing old."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 25, 2015 23:34:06 GMT -5
Lucian was in good spirits as well despite earlier...difficulties in a nearly suicidal attack on the Tyroshi defences. The sight of the dragon had raised the spirits of him and his men immensely. He had also slayed a prominent official of Tyrosh, a man that had always been a thorn in the side.
Now he had some pretty girls to look at after battle even if they weren't the most willing.
"I will make sure there is a song crafted from these battles." Lucian looked up in the air and waved one hand expansively, "A Grand Alliance Conquers All". He furrowed his brows, "I will work on a more appropriate title later. Right now is a time to celebrate, there is much gold to count after the port resumes normal business."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 25, 2015 23:44:54 GMT -5
"We lost many men, and some say the battle was only won because of the dragon. Our enemies, and allies, may see us as weak now, and still it is another battle where I do not get to kill." Harwyn grumbles something else for a moment before shaking his head. "Perhaps I am growing old." "Those lost thrive in the Drowned God's halls now and a victory by any means is still a victory." he replied, opening his arms wide at the palace. "Look at what we have accomplished, Harwyn. The Western Fleet is vanquished, the Redwyne Fleet is ash, and now the mighty Tyrosh is under our heel. The Ironborn have not risen so high in generations, since before Aegon's Landing. Any that see us as weak would be fools and need only test our mettle." "Do not fear, Goodbrother, more blood will come. The Stepstones must be taken next if we are to consolidate our holdings."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 26, 2015 0:29:06 GMT -5
Uhtred enters the palace, curious about the city now that they'd taken it. He had his men set up in a certain section of the city, which a search was being done in right now for certain... items of which he still had to determine the value of. Maybe they'd be there, maybe they wouldn't. For now he was pleased with how the city had been taken.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 26, 2015 0:35:58 GMT -5
Harwyn looks to Uhtred as he enters, nodding before returning his attention to Killion. "Then our next goal is the stepstones? We already have men on one of the islands, this may be even faster."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 26, 2015 0:48:10 GMT -5
"Aye we'll send the corsairs and galleys to take the islands in mass while the rest of the fleet repairs and refits here." he replied, with a nod to Uhtred as he entered.
Killion sent a man to wave down Vhagus and invite him to the meeting. It seemed that he was owed some thanks.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 26, 2015 1:03:24 GMT -5
Uhtred will sit to the side then, not trying to draw attention to himself but very keen to see this dragon-rider. He had long been curious about the man, and wanted to see his measure.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 26, 2015 1:15:39 GMT -5
"I will need to return to Lys to secure more men and ships. Now that we have several victories, more will throw themselves at our feet to join our side."
"Your man Uhtred is a good warrior. It was good to fight with him at Sunspear Prince Killion."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 26, 2015 1:22:43 GMT -5
"Aye, you'd best prepare yourself against Volantis' reprisals." he advised the Lysene prince. "Once the Stepstones are secured, we will regroup at Lys to take the Volantene Fleet on."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 26, 2015 6:52:24 GMT -5
Quentyn arrived just after Uhtred, half-empty bottle of liberated wine in one hand and a slave-turned-thrall scurrying behind him, carrying a sack of loot.
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