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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 16:47:00 GMT -5
Following their raids on Estermont, Tarth, and the Rainwood, Quentyn takes his ships further into Shipbreaker Bay. Most of the fleet is kept together, but he leads a scouting expedition of a few ships to get a look at Griffin's Roost and Storm's End. Looking to figure out how many men and ships are at each.
Naval Scouting 52
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 16:48:25 GMT -5
Storm's End has about eighteen thousand men, as the whole of the Stormlands' remaining force is assembled there, while Griffin's Roost has a strong garrison but little in the way of external defense. (+2 Scouting)
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 16:49:53 GMT -5
Any ships?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 16:53:54 GMT -5
The Stormlands fleet was melted at King's Landing, twice now haha. They might have a few dinky patrol ships for smugglers but no proper warships. The last decade has fucked them really hard.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 16:57:35 GMT -5
The rest of the fleet is brought farther into the bay, and they go to shore to raid around Griffin's Roost. What can't be taken (or isn't valuable) is burned or tossed in the bay.
Naval Raiding 90
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 17:04:13 GMT -5
Raiding: 167
Quentyn gains 4 resource points of food, 2 of gold, and only fails at getting more because, flatly, the land is too poor to have mroe to loot and pillage. They torch a half dozen villages and many a green sailor gets his first salt wife.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 17:26:26 GMT -5
The ships anchor off of Griffin's Roost, in view of the keep. A boat is sent to shore under a flag of truce to offer a parley with the lord, or whoever is in charge at the moment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 17:37:34 GMT -5
Lord Connington is gone for now, at Storm's End, but his wife agrees to accept a messenger.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 17:39:18 GMT -5
Quentyn goes to shore with a few guards at the appointed time and waits for her ladyship.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 17:41:54 GMT -5
Lady Elena Connington is in her middle forties, accompanied by a dozen or so crossbowmen. She looks at Quentyn's fleet. "If you're looking for the war, my lord, it is that way," she points north. "I regret we don't have much to pillage here. These last few years haven't been so plentiful, save in death."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 17:51:01 GMT -5
Quentyn nodded. "Then it will be no great loss to surrender your keep. No harm will come to you or your people, we'll just take a few hostages and leave a small garrison. Even that shouldn't last long, with the war soon ending."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 19:06:46 GMT -5
"All due respect, my lord," she said, "I may surrender to a siege. I will never surrender to a suggestion."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 19:10:55 GMT -5
Quentyn smiled, one eyebrow rising. "Do you know who I am, my lady?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 5, 2016 19:13:09 GMT -5
"I don't," she said. "It is irrelevant. This war will end soon enough, and the siege will lift then anyway," she said. "Rebuilding will be difficult enough without having my larders emptied by raiders." She nods courteously.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 5, 2016 19:54:39 GMT -5
"Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner," He replied with a short bow. "My name is Quentyn Cleftjaw. Lord of the Stepstones, and right hand to King Killion Greyjoy. I have left a trail of burned keeps and slaughtered innocents from Mantarys, to Lannisport, to beyond the Wall, and I am not a patient man. Let me be clear: there is no option to wait out a siege. You will surrender, or we will take it forcefully, and soon. Every man bearing arms against us will be killed. Every boy will be made a thrall. Every woman will be raped by a dozen men or more. You and your family will not be excepted."
His tone had remained calm and conversational, and now Quentyn turned and began walking back toward his boat.
"You have until sunset to lower your flag and open your gates. You and your family will meet me here, and we'll decide who gets to be a hostage." He called over his shoulder.
(Intimidation 35)
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