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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 10:27:09 GMT -5
After chugging half his ale, Sirius looks out over the sea. "The Ghiscari brought in mercenaries from Sothoryos, so they hit us hard last night with three hundred ships. It was even enough but then when I sent in the reserve their sellsails broke and we turned their whole left flank. They should be done for a while." He looks to the west. "Volantis is another matter."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 10:38:51 GMT -5
"Yes, they are gathering quite a force. They seemed quite scared. Mercanaries, sellsails, doesn't anyone do their own fighting around here?" He chuckled. "Are they skilled? You said it was even for a while."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 10:41:34 GMT -5
"Free Cities lords won't spill blood when they can pay for it. Ghis's navy has some small talent, and their warriors are skilled and fierce. But," he raises his voice for his mens' benefit, "they're nothing to the determination and strength of the dragon!" The men on the other ship cheer, though probably mostly at his voice because he still speaks in Westerosi.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 19:12:35 GMT -5
Pol hefted his mug to the victors, "That's what it looks like. The Free Cities got a lot of money to throw around, lives are cheap to them." Pol changed the topic since they'd discuss the battle and other things in more detail later. "I'd like to take a look at your vessel if you'd allow me sometime."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 19:21:42 GMT -5
"Of course. You're welcome to hop onboard while we head back to port." King Sirius finishes his ale and reboards his ship.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 19:27:57 GMT -5
Pol follows the man aboard his ship. It would be good to be away from the rest of the Westerosi for at least a little while. He didn't think Celtigar and Hill would be swayed by the words of the Targaryen man, which left himself, Bolton, and the Dornish woman left to be swayed. In any case, there would definitely be a heated argument amongst the representatives and eventually the kings of each region when they returned home with all they had learned. "I washed a few days ago," Pol mentioned, "So you can save time with the whole washing and giving me clothes ceremony."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 19:31:56 GMT -5
"Does it look like I've had the time to change, Pol? We're besieged. Our castle is two hundred miles on a side, but it's still trapped. I have forty thousand men under arms, and we've won a dozen battles, but we face a hundred more. I didn't ask for Wewsteros to come and change clothes. I asked them to come let me convince them to delay the Volantenes. If they join, the war is over. Everything else is a matter of time." Sirius looks out over the waters, smoke still rising from some of the scarred ships.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 19:42:19 GMT -5
"Well at least someone has their priorities in order. Hard to respect a man that doesn't get his hands dirty." He shrugged. "I think a few of us have our minds made up already, but I suppose we'll see how things lay soon enough."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 19:46:29 GMT -5
"I suppose we will." Sirius's ship floats towards the massive harbor.
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