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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 22:19:24 GMT -5
That was more a note that the Myriah fleet kept coming regardless. The galleys have no chance at catching you
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 9, 2015 22:37:33 GMT -5
We will string them along, giving them hope that they will catch us, but not allowing it.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 11, 2015 17:22:54 GMT -5
The flotilla heads for one of the smaller garrisons they spotted earlier, that the prisoners say only have a couple hundred men. Once they arrive, they will raid the area around it, trying to stay out of bow range.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2015 20:12:30 GMT -5
Not forgotten. Tomorrow!
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2015 15:10:16 GMT -5
Raiding: 139
The Ironborn rampage along the outskirts of the farms. The garrison has scorpions and larger heavy weapons to attack ships, and while currently out of range the richest lands are farther inland than the coastal fruit trees. Quentyn can see at least a hundred of the infantry are wearing armor and arms he's unfamiliar with; scaled mail with near-solid helmets with plumes coming out the top of them, armed with spear and shield and odd-looking short swords.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 12, 2015 16:01:26 GMT -5
One of the officer prisoners is brought ashore and kindly asked to explain the fancy arms and armor.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2015 16:22:36 GMT -5
"Ghiscari," he said. "I'm not sure if they're mercenaries or what, but a while back they started appearing. We've been at sea, but rumor is that with the Targaryens beginning to unite, their alliance with Ghis is shattered and the legions of old are reappearing."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 12, 2015 16:31:25 GMT -5
"Fuck me. How many men have they brought West?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2015 16:37:21 GMT -5
The man thinks. "Fifteen thousand, I think. Three full legions. Maybe more. They know they can't beat the dragons, so I think they're trying to beat everyone around them. Got some Westerosi knights with them, too. Your people," he said. "Purple shields and shit."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 13, 2015 8:23:03 GMT -5
"Purple shields? With a sword and a falling star on them? Dayne's people?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 8:40:23 GMT -5
"Yes,@ he said. "If that is what their insignia is; he hasn't flown it in Myr himself. He has a hundred or so heavy cavalry at least, but thousands of light horsemen."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 13, 2015 11:42:45 GMT -5
"Fucking Daynes. I don't suppose there were any undead abominations as well?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 13:05:31 GMT -5
"Undead?" The sellsword is unfamiliar with the term. "They were all alive," he said.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 13, 2015 13:45:50 GMT -5
"Good to hear. Do you know how he managed to take control of the city so quickly? Any black magic involved?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 13:49:04 GMT -5
He laughed. "The previous leader's name was Bastos the Corpulent. Frances is more skilled with his fucking spear than anyone I've seen and he had his wife's Volantene mercenaries already in the city." He shook his head. "The Volantenes elected an elephant and their war funding shrank. His wife's family had the funds to turn those unemployed men to tangible use."
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