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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 6, 2015 11:23:51 GMT -5
The fleet from Pyke sets out to the north, Pol Greyjoy and Ragnar Drumm in command. They have two dozen ships and two thousand men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 6, 2015 11:26:51 GMT -5
Passing the reconquered Flint's Finger, the men see massive, bestial men building fortifications on the land. Giants, apparently. Farther north they reach the narrow straits leading to either Barrowton, or they may turn north and head to Bear Island.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 6, 2015 17:57:39 GMT -5
Ragna met with Pol on his ship. "I think we should try Barrowton first," he said. "But not take too long about it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 6, 2015 18:07:48 GMT -5
Pol nods. "We'll head east, then." The ships set sail for the small city among the barrows of the North. A few days later they arrive at the ramshackle city, which has withered with a lack of commerce and the deployment of thousands of its sons south. The small garrison fleet is pulled up defensively under the range of shore based defenses, and Pol raises a white flag of peace.
Entering the harbor are Ragnar and the prince's ships, and they disembark to be met by a few dozen men led by their lord. He looks them all over. "Welcome to the North," he says, warily but politely enough. Lord Dustin is no friend to the Ironborn but no particular enemy either.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 7, 2015 10:02:44 GMT -5
Ragnar stepped forward.
"My lord, we come in the spirit of peace to seek your counsel," he said. "Does Lady Reyna still speak fondly of her people and homeland?"
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