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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 23, 2015 18:36:12 GMT -5
Amelia studied Killion boredly, playing with a lock of her hair. "I have ways of listening in on your conversations anyway, Killion. Might as well let me remain comfortable."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 23, 2015 18:43:18 GMT -5
"That may be so, but I prefer the illusion of privacy." he motioned to the entrance. "Don't be a stranger."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 23, 2015 18:45:34 GMT -5
Amelia sighs and proceeds to take a very long time getting dressed, before leaving.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 23, 2015 18:47:01 GMT -5
Killion puts on a pair of breeches when she departs and turns back to Harwyn.
"Now what did you wish to speak on?"
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Post by Marlow on Jul 23, 2015 21:28:50 GMT -5
"Everything since the ambush at the Stepstones, but I'll settle for what our plans are now going forward. We're stretched out, and we've got more ships than men to sail them."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 24, 2015 0:01:40 GMT -5
"Far easier to defend than it is to attack." Killion replied easily. "The only navy we left intact was the North's and we could fend them off with a third of our fleet if it came to that."
"Our plans now are to hold what we have, consolidate, prosper, and reave shores our forefathers only dreamed of seeing. After we send Redwyne back to hell, of course."
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Post by Marlow on Jul 25, 2015 11:11:57 GMT -5
((Apparently didn't post the response I typed yesterday.))
"What in the name of the Storm God even happened to Redwyne? If what Ragnar says is true.. the man is even more annoying than before." Harwyn shook his head. "Something as difficult to believe as the rest of it."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 25, 2015 12:23:37 GMT -5
"Just gives us a chance to kill the bastard a second time." Killion replied with gritted teeth, trying to stave off memories of better days.
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Post by Marlow on Jul 25, 2015 15:06:00 GMT -5
"Send a part of him to every city we control, when you do. Bastard's not coming back a third time." Harwyn crossed his arms as he thought for a moment.
When he leaned forward, he let out a quiet sigh. "With my brother dead, I now rule over Hammerhorn and the lands around it. Fine land to have, but land we had before any of the fighting. Despite the differences we may have had during the war, I believe at least some reward is due for the men lost and battles won. Ragnar received land he barely shed blood for, while my men died for nothing. I do not question you or your father's decisions, but I can do nothing to avoid seeing everything that happened as an insult."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 25, 2015 15:34:12 GMT -5
"You and Uhtred disobeyed a direct order. Then you did so against when you sacked Karhold. That insult was far greater than the one you were dealt." he reminded him. "Rather than send you to the Drowned God's halls, you were allowed your brother's lordship and your men their right to plunder. It takes a brave or stupid man to ask for more."
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Post by Marlow on Jul 25, 2015 17:14:17 GMT -5
"I disobeyed no orders, Uhtred acted of his own volition and paid the price for that. My raid of the north was blessed by your own wife, but my original plan of the western side of Westeros changed. White Harbor was a prime target, we could have done true damage to the north, but we had no men because you went to Sothoryos for silver we did not find, so we settled for Karhold."
Harwyn pounded his fist against his chest, scowling at his prince. "I am a Goodbrother, from the line of men with more High Kings than any house but the Greyiron, and I am not even given enough men to make a worthwhile voyage? Give me that chance to prove myself as a raider, a commander, an Ironborn. Not as a diversion, as in Tyrosh. We grow and we expand, yes, but it is not in the way our fathers did, or theirs. We trade now, we fling stones. We have raped the Old Way more than the North."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 25, 2015 17:36:23 GMT -5
Killion attempted to remain level-headed, though Harwyn was as apt at raising his ire as he was raising the northerner's.
"You have more land now than when you came to us. Do not lecture me on the Old Way or your proud ancestry when you spat upon both to take up the life of a mercenary." he hissed. "My father accepted you back into the fold, accepted the iron in your blood, when you bent the knee and swore fealty. Do not make me question his mercy by questioning my ventures and seemingly our right to rule."
"Our ancestors lived and died poor and destitute upon the infertile rocks on which they were born. Progress requires change, it requires a New Way, one that honors the Old while adapting for our survival. We trade because we have something to trade for once. We fling stones because men are easier to stab without a wall separating you from them. Traditions will always have a place in our kingdom, but not at the expense of our growth."
He placed a hand on his bannerman's shoulder, equal parts reassuring and threatening.
"You will have your time Goodbrother. There are lands and riches to the east our forefathers only dreamed of, all for the taking. Songs will be sung of your valor, I swear it. Just be patient and the time will come. I miss the brine on my face and blood on my hands as much as you."
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Post by Marlow on Jul 25, 2015 19:20:47 GMT -5
Harwyn let out a drawn-out sigh, shaking his head slowly. "Of course, my prince. I await the day I can finally meet my enemy in battle and earn my place in the Drowned Halls. If the Greyjoys decide we sail east, then I will sail east, and spice the sea with their blood. I only ask that when the time comes, we return home and remind Westeros why we were feared."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 4, 2015 21:00:15 GMT -5
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After the duel, Killion is taken to his tent, where he lays in bed impatiently waiting for the maester to tell him he is fit to sail for Tyrosh.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 4, 2015 21:18:17 GMT -5
Harwyn stops by briefly while his men finish their final preparations to leave.
"Prince Killion, quite the fight you had. My men and I are leaving as soon as we can, unless you have orders for us. We will be sailing to the Islands and then Tyrosh, perhaps raiding along the way." Harwyn scratched his beard after he spoke, following it with a small shrug. "I am open to suggestions, of course."
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