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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 14:46:18 GMT -5
Ragnar Drumm returns to the Iron Islands with the remnants of the fleet he and Pol took to Frosthome. He docks at Pyke and heads up to the castle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -5
The highest ranking remaining member is the Queen, who is not well, and the lord in command is Steffon Harlaw. He looks at the man. "Ragnar! Back from fucking those wildlings already? Hope you got some new salt wives!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 15:04:55 GMT -5
Ragnar scowled. "i wish! It was a bloodbath, Harlaw. I saw Redwyne. He was half a monster. Somehow, he managed to raise the dead."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 15:23:56 GMT -5
Harlaw rises. "Redwyne? Where's the prince? Let's go kill him!" A second later: "the fuck do you mean he raised the dead?"
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Post by Marlow on Jul 14, 2015 15:26:05 GMT -5
Harwyn Goodbrother entered shortly after Ragnar, scraping mud off of his boots before approaching. "From your appearance and the ships that returned, I'm guessing word from Westeros?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 14:02:23 GMT -5
Ragnar nodded. "Aye. I've just been telling Harlaw that Redwyne's in the far North. He's gathered a tribe of wildlings about him, and an army of the dead. But I don't know how he brought them back, truly."
He glanced from Harlaw to Goodbrother.
"I saw him kill one man and make him rise straight afterwards." He frowned, thinking. "It might have been something to do with his sword. It was a queer thing, milky pale steel."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 14:04:02 GMT -5
Harlaw looks like Ragnar needs a nap, until the other sailors come in spreading the talk. "The king will need to hear of this, sorcery or whatnot. Where is Pol Greyjoy?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 14:11:42 GMT -5
"Dead," Ragnar stated. "Or worse, mayhaps. I saw him lying at Redwyne's feet, though I didn't witness the death blow. But there's no doubt in my mind. Pol's either deadd...or undead." He scowled. "You're right,m Harlaw, there is some foul sorcery afoot. I want to cut off Redwyne's head and cast his vile sword into the Drowned God's embrace."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 14:19:17 GMT -5
"How many men he have? Can't be that many; all the damn wildlings went to the Finger right?" Harlan thought. "We get a few thousand and we are fine."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 14:58:36 GMT -5
"I don't know how many he had," Ragnar admitted. "The whole thing was blood and confusion. I'd say we need more than a few thousand men though. Redwyne can raise the dead, that means his army will certainly grow by the time we catch up with him."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 15:05:21 GMT -5
"How many ships did he get?" Harlan asked. "We need galleons, and at the worst time for the king. The Starks are putting the finishing touches on their own battle fleet."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 15:39:14 GMT -5
"Hell," Ragnar muttered. "Redwyne got eighteen vessels or so. I sailed off with thirty and returned with a dozen. Damn Redwyne."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 15:41:10 GMT -5
"Drowned God alive!" He cursed. "The king will be furious. We need something to bring to him to soften the blow of this fucking disaster."
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Post by Marlow on Jul 16, 2015 16:12:15 GMT -5
Harwyn shook his head slowly as the conversation carried on. "There won't be any good news from me. Torwold died in his sleep two nights ago."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 16:12:46 GMT -5
"What are you suggesting? I'll be damned if I can think of anything that will placate the king compared to this godawful news. I've no good news, certainly."
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