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Post by Marlow on Aug 5, 2015 18:10:37 GMT -5
The docks of the island city Tyrosh, where coin and ships come through in great number, with the large Bleeding Tower looming at it's mouth.
Harwyn and his men arrive and immediately begin resupplying, with two men sent into the city to inquire about recent or interesting news.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 17:02:18 GMT -5
The mobilization against Myr is about it, really. Anything more specific takes a request or a spy roll.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 6, 2015 18:32:30 GMT -5
Harwyn lacks the interest of going-ons in Tyrosh to devote time to it. As soon as his men have resupplied, they sail for the Iron Islands.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 6, 2015 20:24:35 GMT -5
A ship from dorne sails into tyrosh, heading for the docks. It's sails bear the sun and spear as it heads into port, as its captain steers it. Nymos Qorgyle sits in his quarters as he writes a message, a request to meet with Prince Killion Greyjoy, Ruler of the Iron Islands, Lord of Tyrosh, and Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet.
Nymos requests a meeting with Killion, a matter of negotiations and of military concerns. When the ink is dry, he attaches the letter to the messenger raven and has it fly for the Royal Palace, not wanting to barge into such a place and risk a war, not with dorne how it is.
"Gods be with me, that I make the right choice this day..." He says with closed eyes, uncertainty as he sits in his quarters. Coming to ask the iron born for help; never had he thought a dornishmen would do such a thing, not in his life time at least.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 6, 2015 21:35:27 GMT -5
Nymos is escorted to the Archon's Palace for an audience.
(Tag there)
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The Docks
Sept 21, 2015 10:36:36 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on Sept 21, 2015 10:36:36 GMT -5
Markus stares sourly at the new fortifications, seeing as it seemed that every soothsayer or fortune teller in the free cities had been wrong. The ironborn seemed to be staying. Wouldn't that be interesting for the next few years. It would not make his life any easier.
The Bloodcroc sailed into the currently open seagates , it's captain at the helm. He had heard the call for sellsails, and he had... Friends he had to see after too long.
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Post by Marlow on Sept 21, 2015 13:40:15 GMT -5
Harwyn is pacing along the docks, staring out across the water as he works through his thoughts. With Killion's call out to the world, they should gain a few men, but Myr had already recruited many, and the chance of betrayal was there. Eyeing the newest arrival in the docks, Harwyn approached the ship, still awaiting the fleet's return. "Ho, friend. You don't look like a trader."
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The Docks
Sept 21, 2015 13:53:07 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on Sept 21, 2015 13:53:07 GMT -5
Harwyn is pacing along the docks, staring out across the water as he works through his thoughts. With Killion's call out to the world, they should gain a few men, but Myr had already recruited many, and the chance of betrayal was there. Eyeing the newest arrival in the docks, Harwyn approached the ship, still awaiting the fleet's return. "Ho, friend. You don't look like a trader." "No indeed" said Markus, leaping down to the dock from his ship. "Fighters we are, ready and able. It is a strange day when the ironborn called for mercenaries, and I would not kiss this. " a hint of humor is in his eyes "after... Previous events" he looks over the ironborn, recognizing him "you are the Goodbrother! Former mercenary yourself, aren't you?"
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Post by Marlow on Sept 21, 2015 14:01:21 GMT -5
"Former mercenary, indeed. Slayer of the pirate king himself, before I picked up my banner again. Now Lord Captain of half of the Iron Fleet, strongest naval force in the world, and protector of the Iron Islands. Who would you be? If you recognize me, you are no enemy of mine. They do not get the chance to see my face twice."
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The Docks
Sept 21, 2015 14:08:03 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on Sept 21, 2015 14:08:03 GMT -5
The black man smiled cheerfully "an impressive list of titles! You've risen far indeed, far above my own meager station. I am captain Markus, currently of the Bloodcroc. We sail for gold, though I will not deny a want of land in this expedition. Myr has vast tracts, and such a boon would be... Well worth the use of my ship.
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Post by Marlow on Sept 21, 2015 14:32:38 GMT -5
"Fight well and you will have the land and gold you desire, and the opportunity to continue fighting alongside us. Fight poorly, and we will not have to worry about your reward. Only the finest will survive this war, and even they might not live. If you do not believe that is for you, seek employment elsewhere. Otherwise, welcome to the extended Iron Fleet." Harwyn studied the man with arms crossed before nodding.
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The Docks
Sept 21, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on Sept 21, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5
"I am most welcomed indeed! And to be greeted by such a man, surely you iron men appreciate the finer people of this world. A gift is proper yes for travelers to a new land, or a new people." He snaps his fingers and calls up to his men. And they hand down a brightly colored bird in a cage. "A parrot in your tongue, parroting words you see! To the most esteemed admiral." The bird stares at Harwyn.
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Post by Marlow on Sept 21, 2015 15:05:28 GMT -5
Harwyn grins at the man, peering at the parrot before nodding again, offering his hand to the man. "A gift most appreciated, captain Markus. My name, as you probably know, is Harwyn Goodbrother, and you'll most likely be placed under my command, although King Killion Grejoy will oversee the fleet in it's entirety. We've already attacked Myr, and I led the only land battle of the war, burning one of their forts with few losses. You will have many opportunities during this war to prove yourself, and I can promise your reward will be fair, but it is not going to be like any battle you've been in before. Frances plays as dirty as they get, and we're not afraid to respond in kind."
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The Docks
Sept 21, 2015 15:13:43 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on Sept 21, 2015 15:13:43 GMT -5
"Ah, "playing dirty". Such a strange sense of honor these westerosi Knights I have heard about profess. They are gleaming in their pretty armor, so when it gets dirty they see it as negative? I imagine those knights do not fight much on ships." He takes Harwyns hand "and a fist shake, ha! So exotic! But for this war, I can best serve as eyes and ears. Any harbor I can enter, and your fleet is not here yet. Still in the north. As were you... How do you come ahead of your ship admiral? Riding on a albatross?"
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Post by Marlow on Sept 21, 2015 15:49:47 GMT -5
"Few men sail faster than Harwyn Goodbrother. Our battle in the north was finished, so I returned to ensure Tyrosh remained safe until the fleet returned. Can't send an invitation to mercenaries everywhere with your capital undefended. The rest of the men should be arriving soon, along with the fleets of our allies. I will arrange a meeting with you and Killion, and we can best decide how to use your talents."
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