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Post by Kurts on Feb 25, 2016 16:25:53 GMT -5
The formidable palace constructed by Frances Dayne in the heart of Myr.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 25, 2016 16:27:53 GMT -5
As he had done when Tyrosh was conquered, Killion had the remaining slave soldiers of Lys assembled in the palace courtyard as well as any civilians that wished to remain in the city and attend the proclamation. Translators were dispersed through the crowd, and Killion went out to address them. A new ring had been added to the collection on his fingers, taken from France's corpse.
"Slaves soldiers and citizens of Myr!" he began, voice carrying. "I landed on these shores with your destruction in mind, committed to see an end to Myr-her walls torn down, buildings reduced to ash, and fields sewn with salt. However, you fought well, enough to earn my respect. I have heard it said a conquest must be celebrated with an act of cruelty and an act of mercy, but I feel that under Frances you have all had your fair share of cruelty. Frances Dayne is dead and Myr will live on as a vassal of the Iron Empire!"
"The slaves among you will be freed and those who serve ably rewarded with my protection! So I offer you all a choice, likely the first granted to you in a long time: serve me and prosper or share the fate of your deposed Magister." At this point Frances' mutilated corpse was strung up across the balcony for emphasis.
(Intimidation 71+10 from Sow Only Fear)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 25, 2016 16:29:02 GMT -5
Eveeryone is too raped and beaten down to much care about a speech, but he can feel confident he won't have any rebellions incoming.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 25, 2016 16:31:45 GMT -5
Killion calls that a win and summons Captain Krazynys of the Ivory host to meet with him.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 25, 2016 20:37:13 GMT -5
Answering the King's summons, Kraznys entered the Great Hall; the mercenary was back in his usual outfit, the plated leather armor adorned with the mementos from his fallen foes. He had spent the afternoon with Lysergio, accounting for their lost and wounded men; hopefully, the latter would outnumber by far the number of dead.
"Your grace..." The Captain gave a quick bow in the Westerosi manner. He didn't quite understand the western etiquette, he just reproduced what his Quartermaster had taught him.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 25, 2016 20:48:54 GMT -5
"You fought well today, sellword." Killion commended, staring out over what was left of the city. There was much work to be done. "Exceptionally well."
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 25, 2016 20:56:37 GMT -5
"Osman would agree, your grace." The sellsword grinned, presenting the Ghisgari General's fingerbone, tied just above his shoulder. "Shouldn't be surprised, it's what you pay me for, isn't it?"
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Post by Kurts on Feb 25, 2016 23:16:13 GMT -5
Killion nodded, a smirk on his face. He also collected trophies from prized kills, ring in his case, almost each finger having one now from some well won duel or other.
"You were paid in loot. I only hope your men got their fill." he said, leaning on the railing, the smell of smoke still pungent in the air. "I was so impressed, I had though to buy out your contract on a more permanent basis. Would that be something you would be interested in, captain?"
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 26, 2016 9:44:44 GMT -5
The Captain sighed, resting the small of his back against the rail.
"This has been the subject of several sleepless nights among my officers and I your grace." With his arms crossed, he spoke slowly, trying to keep the consistency of this foreign language, but occasionally failing. "With the end of the war, and of our current contract, I had expected to pursue bolder paths with the Host, something that would allow us to grow more than any other Company in history."
Kraznys produced his spear and laid it on the railing, lines of tiny carvings- sentences written with the Ghiscari ancient alphabet- covered the shaft from the blade to almost the but of the weapon. The last line was new, easily noticeable by the tiny specks of sawdust on it; there was still space for one more writing.
"I have the history of the Ivory Host on my hands, your grace. A tale told from the day we left Daznak's..." His hands caressed the spear gently, such gentleness one would not easily expect from a former pit fighter. "We have a chapter coming to a close, my duty as Captain is to make this last sentence be worthy of the Campany's name." He paused and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the stench of the burning city.
"So I proposed to settle down, storm a city and make it the Company's capital or the like. A place where the Host could flourish and prosper, but without giving up our love for fighting." Probably most of his men were not into this for their love of the craft, but for the money involved. "We did not expect your grace to have more work for us here. Plans were to go up north; Lorath and Saath, could be easily taken with the right strategy. But if our service has been of your grace's liking, we could negotiate a new contract."
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Post by Kurts on Feb 26, 2016 12:00:02 GMT -5
Killion listened as the sellsword regaled him with his company's history, nodding along, smiling or raising an eyebrow at the bits that were of particular interest to him.
"Fascinating." he commended, running a finger across the careful etching in the wooden shaft. "A lordship would be a fitting last chapter, no?" He grinned, motioning out over the city. "I need a man who can rebuild and defend this city in my name."
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 26, 2016 12:13:22 GMT -5
Kraznys turned to admire the city sprawl, there was a long moment of silence as he considered the proposal. This was the opportunity the Ivory Host had been searching for, there was no need of losing more men to take a shit City like Lorath, they had fucking Myr on a silver platter. The Captain smirked.
"People have expected much of me during my life, your grace. Rebuilding had never been one of those... Guess we could do it." The mercenary savored the word as if had just been added to his vocabulary. "But the Lordship part..." He shook his head, a frown on his face. "Won't work here. This is no dārion, no Kingdom, and my men would never bend their knee to a Monarch."
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Post by Kurts on Feb 26, 2016 12:27:53 GMT -5
"Rebuild this city, keep its people in line, and defend it against those who would take it back and you can call yourself a magister for all I care." he replied. "Call it a permanent contract if it will sell it to your men. Your next captain can serve as your heir. It changes little. You will pay your taxes as any lord and answer my call to arms, swearing this company to be forevermore. You are wrong on the last point. Myr is part of my kingdom now, whether she likes it or not."
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 26, 2016 12:39:36 GMT -5
Kraznys shrugged, under him, the people of Myr better learn to like it.
"Then, aye. That's something I could work with." The Captain extended a hand to seal the deal by shaking Killion's, only to retrieve it quickly and awkwardly, remembering that this was not how it was done in the West. "Am I supposed to bow now, your grace?" He was reluctant to do it, but if giving up his pride meant receiving Myr...
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Post by Kurts on Feb 26, 2016 12:50:31 GMT -5
"I believe the proper decorum is to kneel and swear your fealty, an oath on your honor." he replied, amused. "Though we will get it in writing as well. I know how you sellswords like your contracts."
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 26, 2016 13:02:08 GMT -5
"I'll send later for my Quartermaster, he'll take care of the formalities. In the meantime, we'll follow your western customs."
The Captain dropped to his right knee, using the shaft of his spear as support with his right hand.
"And now...?"
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