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Post by Marlow on May 8, 2015 15:47:37 GMT -5
The Ironborn will play. Harwyn Goodbrother sails north with Malik Greyjoy and four thousand men to attempt a landing south of Karhold, efforting to avoid any enemy fleets along the way.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 8, 2015 15:49:33 GMT -5
The Ironborn dodge the rebuilding fleets and land south of Karhold. There is almost nothing there, being so far north.
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Post by Marlow on May 8, 2015 15:56:03 GMT -5
Harwyn leaves full command of the ground forces to Malik, sending scouts to get a grasp of the force defending Karhold. Harwyn calls to speak with him as they wait.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 8, 2015 15:57:40 GMT -5
Malik shows up, drunk as piss. He gets seasick. Hence his love for land fighting. "What?" he says. "Scouting is for bitches with grass on their dinner plates. Let's do this!"
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Post by Marlow on May 8, 2015 16:02:27 GMT -5
Harwyn grinned at Malik's condition. Ironborn probably fight best when they're drunk. "We will, soon. This is our first true strike against the north, starting with the Karstarks. I hope you are ready to lead our men."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 8, 2015 16:03:33 GMT -5
"Why are you here, exactly? I could do this in my fucking sleep. Fuck...I will sleep. There's no one here; my niece could take it and she's still on the tit."
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Post by Marlow on May 8, 2015 16:08:45 GMT -5
Harwyn chuckled, gesturing to the castle in the distance. "Well then, I didn't know it was that simple. Go, tear this frozen keep to the ground and show Kalvin what you can really do. No northmen survive."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 8, 2015 16:11:26 GMT -5
They arrive at the castle. The gates aren't even closed. After about forty minutes they have burned the place to the ground. There were a mighty thirty guards or so.
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Post by Kurts on May 8, 2015 16:18:22 GMT -5
Dagur Volmark accompanied what was sold as a short and promising small reaving led by Harwyn Goodbrother. He had watched curiously as they passed the Riverlands...then the Vale...juicy eastern targets...and just kept sailing and sailing North. He actually shook his head when he saw Karhold on the horizon, realizing they were following a simpleton or a madman.
"Better be something in there worth the effort Goodbrother." he shivered, hoping the bloodshed to come would warm him. "Came a long way for this frozen piece of shit and it will take some doing to avoid the Northern Fleet on the return trip."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 8, 2015 16:19:41 GMT -5
Lady Karhold is a younger woman who might be worth taking, but other than that there is virtually nothing worthwhile at the castle.
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Post by Marlow on May 8, 2015 16:25:05 GMT -5
Harwyn has every man found drowned, then returns to the ships. Lady Karhold finds a spot aboard the ships as Harwyn's newest salt wife. The Ironborn sail south for the Dreadfort, intending to repeat the process before returning to Tyrosh.
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Post by Kurts on May 8, 2015 16:39:04 GMT -5
Dagur hadn't even gotten to kill a man. It had hardly been worth the effort to step off his boat, as the second his mailed boot touched the mud it seemed he had to step back on it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 15:06:32 GMT -5
Going up the Weeping Waters is difficult, as the Boltons keep the area guarded, their paranoia that everyone is like them rather real. Going back south is the only real sensible option, and Malik Greyjoy makes the call.
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Post by Marlow on May 11, 2015 16:25:21 GMT -5
Harywn agrees that the Dreadfort probably wasn't the best decision anyways. He met the Boltons, they had demons and attitudes.
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Post by Kurts on May 11, 2015 16:30:35 GMT -5
Dagur was grateful calmer heads had prevailed, turning the ships back south towards Tyrosh, hoping to evade northern patrols.
(Naval Scouting 75)
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