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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Jul 21, 2015 20:50:56 GMT -5
Seagard is a town and castle in the northern river lands. It was the seat of house Mallister, and now belongs to House Mudd. It's current castellan is Brandon Flint, while Lord Mudd is away from the castle.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Jul 22, 2015 3:08:42 GMT -5
Brandon Flint sits behind his large wooden table in the room he has dedicated to be his study. He stares at the many books, raven's letters, and maps he has spread out. When he agreed to come here and help Dud govern his new lands and castle he thought Dud would make some sort of an appearance, besides working with the troops. He sighs as he rechecks the finances again. Lord Mudd told him he wanted Seagard to have a working fleet and harbor. "Six longships and two war galleys. That's what the Mallister's used to have, so I need more!" Brandon said to himself in a mocking tone, impersonating his old friend Dud. "Oh well I'll just conjure them with all this magic that's going around..... Make sure you bring some back with you from Meereen, ya bastard." Brandon puts all his notes in order and calls in the castle's Maester, and any other men he may need for a meeting on the Castle's upkeep, besides the absentee Lord of course.
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Seagard
Aug 5, 2015 19:49:15 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 19:49:15 GMT -5
Maestar Stan comes in. "You called?" he asked. He is in his late thirties and fat, but clever and an expert in plenty of subjects.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 20:03:07 GMT -5
"Aye, Maester Stan." Flint replies, not even looking up from his notes. "I need an update on our financial situation. I've heard Mason Keep's festivities are over, Lord Mudd will be returning soon unless he goes on some other adventure like usual. He'll expect us to be doing everything we can with the harbor."
Governing - 75 Finance - 75
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Seagard
Aug 5, 2015 20:09:31 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 20:09:31 GMT -5
"We're low on gold but rich on food," he said. "We have a quarry for stone but little gold or currency to pay workers."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 20:46:29 GMT -5
"What of our lumber supply. Ships need wood." Flint said almost snapping. He wasn't pleased to be low on gold. "How is trade? I'm glad our people can grow fat on food, while they don't work since we can't pay them."
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Seagard
Aug 5, 2015 20:49:30 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 20:49:30 GMT -5
"They grow the food," the maester said. "The riverlands has always been more reliant on agriculture than mining or open trade. The Ironborn tax any ship traffic. We have forests of all sorts," he said. "Our farmers are among the realm's most productive. We have apples and cherries in small mountains of stock."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 20:59:46 GMT -5
Flint thinks for a moment. "Maester, who is known for little food and growth but plenty of ships?" He asks, finally smiling and looking up at the man. "I'd like you to reach out to these high taxing ironborn. Lots of food could work out for us."
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Seagard
Aug 5, 2015 21:03:55 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 21:03:55 GMT -5
"Reach out?" he asked. "You wish to see if the Ironborn will take food for ships we can use against them?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 21:49:22 GMT -5
"Aye, and word it just that way, should work." Flint replied. "We are at peace with them are we not? Regardless, I'm sure trading with them is not taxed as highly. Send a raven to Pyke. We sell them food, it goes against their 'iron price', but give a good deal if we are as plentiful as you say, it will be harder for them to pass it up. We are low on coin high on food, let's make use of that with our current friendly neighbors."
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Seagard
Aug 5, 2015 21:52:39 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 21:52:39 GMT -5
"It will be done," he said. "Anything else? The lord's wedding must needs be prepared, yes?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 22:05:29 GMT -5
Flint rolled his eyes at the last part. "Ah yes, Dud's wedding. I saw the letter, thank the old gods he said she wanted a small one." He poured himself some wine, motioning to offer Stan some as well. "Here we are trying to get gold for ships and that bastard wants a wedding." Flint said with a laugh. "Ready the Great Hall. Find the best flowers in bloom this season. Look to my wife for help, she likes these sorts of things..... And have plenty of drink."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 8:57:33 GMT -5
"I'm a maester, I'm not planning no damn wedding," Stan said. "We have enough for a small ceremony, but you know usually the bride's family offers a dowry and from what I hear we ain't scoring anything on that account."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 6, 2015 15:36:09 GMT -5
"I don't have time to plan the fucking wedding either." Flint replies, not in an angry way. "But you're right, not your job." He smiles and leans back in his chair. "No, nothing on that end, not sure she has a family, which will help bring down the guest list, at least." Flint says with a laugh. "Good ole Dud."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 8, 2015 18:28:38 GMT -5
//////////////// Dud arrives at Seagard from Mason Keep, with all the men he brought with him. Presumably with his betrothed, Ella, as well.
Brandon Flint met them at the gate with his wife, Alys. Preparations for the wedding finally set. "Welcome home, Lord Mudd." Flint greets. "And you must be the beautiful Ella! I am Brandon Flint, Lord Mudd's castellan, this is my wife Alys. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you."
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