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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 15:34:15 GMT -5
One of the four Shield Islands that guard the Mander. Formerly ruled by House Chester and sworn to House Tyrell of Highgarden, Greenshield is now sworn to the Drumms of Old Wyk. Its lord is Dunstan Drumm, brother to Lord Ragnar Drumm, who holds the authority for all four Shield Islands. Lord Ragnar summons the lords of all four Shield Islands to a conference at the castle, along with Tanis Codd and any other captains of note who happen to be with his fleet.
Greenshield is a small castle compared to many and lacks the luxury and fine furnishings of the wealthiest houses, since it's primary function is to serve as a defensive outpost, but it's comfortable enough, particularly for a group of men who spend most of their lives at sea.
Ragnar sits in the place of honour beside his brother Dunstan, his long legs resting on the table. He has a tankard in one hand. Dagmer Drumm, Lord of Greyshield, sits on Ragnar's other side, and next to him Freya Drumm, Lady of Oakenshield. Rodrick Stonehouse, Lord of Southsield, sits next to Dagmer, and then Codd next to him. Freya is the only woman present who is not serving the drinks.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 15:40:00 GMT -5
Tanis Codd flexes his muscles as he sits, an energetic and easily bored man. "We should give these fuckin' islands abck to the Reach like the Arbor," he said. "Having to be a lord of these greenskins is boring as shit. Apparently," he said, rolling his eyes, "raping the women was only okay when we were storming these damned things."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 15:49:02 GMT -5
Ragnar shrugged. "I don't think Dunstan will care if you rape a few of his servant girls. I don't either. These wenches are ours now. Besides, it's not your kin who would lose their titles if we gave these islands back."
He gestured at Freya, who was scowling.
"Don't say another word about giving my castle back to those goddamned greenlanders," Freya growled. "it makes up for all the years of shitty nameday presents from Ragnar, so I'll hang onto Oakenshield."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 15:54:07 GMT -5
"I just meant I wanted to conquer them again," he laughed. "Far more fun than...ruling," he said. "So what's our play?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 16:10:14 GMT -5
"Killion wants us to check on matters in Oldtown and patrol the Mander as well. But he's given no instructions regarding conquest, so it appears we're simply scouting out possible threats and any sources of profit."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 16:15:55 GMT -5
"No conquest? Fucking boring," he muttered. "I want to go out east and kick some weakling ass. My coffers run low," he said. Apparently booze and whoring gets expensive.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 16:42:44 GMT -5
"You'll get your chance," Ragnar said. "As will we all. But first we need to make sure our holdings here are secure. We can't lose what we've gained in recent years."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 16:43:28 GMT -5
"Well, ain't no one here to rebel," he said. "And the ones who speak out, I found out that taking their wives or daughters or sisters for a night makes them much less combative. Life is good even when it's boring," he chuckled.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 17:02:55 GMT -5
"So don't complain," Ragnar said with a grin. "Have another ale. We'll be fine. I expect Killion will send for us soon enough, once we make our report regarding matters here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 17:05:05 GMT -5
"Good, I want a fight." Codd shrugged and watched the girls.
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Post by Lyonel on Aug 5, 2015 17:10:19 GMT -5
Harlon "Wifetaker" Fairwynd sat across the hall from Lord Ragnar, he was already high on his cups and none of the serving girls escaped his gigantic groping hands.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 17:36:24 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned around at Codd. "I'll have a brawl with you if you're bored. I'll wager any man would love the chance to give his leader a good thumping without reprisal."
Freya looked over at Harlon. She'd made it clear in the past that he'd best not try to lay hands on her. "So, what do you make of all this? Jealous that I have a castle and you don't? It pays to be a Drumm."
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Post by Lyonel on Aug 5, 2015 17:48:15 GMT -5
"Nah, m'Lady! I'm happy with me house and me wives back in Lonely Light." Harlon laughed heartily, taking a long swallow from his alehorn. "They'd have lot's o' trouble to clean all of this."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2015 18:17:12 GMT -5
"So they would," Freya agreed. "I've never actually been to Lonely Light. They say your people are skinchangers. I always thought that was nonsense. You're not married to a seal, are you?" She grinned viciously.
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Post by Lyonel on Aug 5, 2015 18:21:33 GMT -5
"Now that you ask..." He made a thinking gesture, putting his thump against his chin. "I really can't vouch for Gertrude. I was really drunk the night we met, could have messed up some stuff."
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