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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 17:49:40 GMT -5
Andre shrugged. "Wouldn't know. Never sucked off no Reachman before." He looks to Harwyn again. "Who the fuck're you?"
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Post by Marlow on Jul 19, 2015 17:51:42 GMT -5
"So you've sucked off reavers and northmen instead? Interesting. I'm Harwyn Goodbrother, reaver and not single- sorry." Harwyn grinned at the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 17:56:20 GMT -5
Andre nodded slowly, dully, drinking his ale. "Your friends will be here," he said. "Then I shall turn your skin into a new saddle bag," he promised.
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Post by Marlow on Jul 19, 2015 18:04:28 GMT -5
"As curious as I am about how you'd make that happen, I think there's a line for that. Starts somewhere in Yeen, ends somewhere in the North." Harwyn ordered his next ale, drinking it calmly as he waited.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 18:14:13 GMT -5
"It ends here," the giant promises.
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Post by Marlow on Jul 19, 2015 18:32:42 GMT -5
Harwyn simply grins at him. When his men arrive, a man to match each of Andre's, he drains the last of his ale.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 19:16:08 GMT -5
The brawl begins without further preamble.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 10:57:58 GMT -5
Round 1:
Harwyn: 101 Andre: 123
The fight starts off with Hareyn smashing his tankard on the giant's head. Regrettably, Andre considers that some primitive mating call, and he throws one of the reaver' sown men at him. Awesome pain ensues. The westerners and the Ironborn crews fight it out, and it is a good brawl. The rest of the ale house empties or joins in, and it is fun times for all!!
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 17:51:59 GMT -5
Round 2:
Harwyn: 132 Andre: 99
Harwyn scrambles up and Andre charges, but the experienced brawler takes his knees out and Andre crashes head first into the thick oaken bar, blood pouring from his head. He shakes it off and the whole tavern is rabid with the battle. Half the other men are down and out.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 17:53:12 GMT -5
Round 3:
Harwyn: 136 Andre: 137
The men beat each other to oblivion, but the larger Westerner prefers those direct assaults and his fists hit like jackhammers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 17:55:14 GMT -5
As the brawl goes on, more and more people join in, and the Ironborn quickly gain an edge in numbers, kicking most everyone's asses swiftly. This changes when the equalizer arrives; Andre's trueborn brother, the giant known as Hollis. He wades into the fray, anvil-like fists smashing men aside, a half dozen men trying and utterly failing to inflict any sort of damage to him with fist or boot. Each punch lays another man out, and Harwyn is caught between the giant and the slightly smaller giant.
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Post by Marlow on Jul 20, 2015 19:16:24 GMT -5
Harwyn glances around him quickly before chuckling. "Now this might be painful. Where's Farwynd when you need him?"
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 20, 2015 20:34:58 GMT -5
Crowl as if smelling the blood appears for the fight. He's drunk enough to not care which side he joins in on, but see's his giant friend and wonders if he's down for some wrestling.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 8:44:30 GMT -5
Everyone is getting in the fight, but the Crowl and the Clegane siblings and Hareyn deal more damage than anyone. No one fights the Crowl given his ability to kill with bare hands, so he has to chase his meat. It is annoying but after a few minutes the soldiers of House Mason come to clean up the brawl before it turns into a riot.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 21, 2015 11:47:42 GMT -5
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Quentyn arrives at the camp with a shipful of men. They set up a handful of tents, which oddly are all in the colors of various Western houses. They are in fact plunder taken from the Lannister baggage train near Old Oak a while back.
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