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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 14:27:29 GMT -5
"That's what I want too. I want us to return to the old days, when all men feared us, and all women too. But it must be on our own terms," Ragnar stated.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 14:30:25 GMT -5
"There are no terms but ours. Ragnar, when are you going to get a proper rock wife? And some new salt wives? Your current one must be getting dull, surely. Even the Dornish run out of tricks eventually." The king chuckles. "Both of mine did."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 14:44:03 GMT -5
"Aye, perhaps I'll tire of the wench in a while," Ragnar agreed. "My other salt wife likely won't live more than few more years, either. I don't even recall the last time I bedded. I shall give it some thought. As for a rock wife, I've yet to meet any girl I think suitable. I'll have no Codd or Humble as my bride. My wife must be of the highest blood among our people."
He paused.
"I've never got around to finding out which lords have daughters or sisters of the right age. Harlaw's eldest is our ambassador to the Godllands, and his other girls are too young. As is your daughter," he said pointedly. "Not that I'd mind waiting for a Greyjoy. "
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 14:50:47 GMT -5
"Fucking right you wouldn't. Greyjoy on the Point has a sister about twenty, fiery one there, might outreave you if you gave her an axe. And then there's Hannah Blacktyde, but an ugly arse like you'd never get someone like that," he laughed.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 14:53:14 GMT -5
"If I see a woman I want, I take her," Ragnar boasted. "And never mind if she'll have me or not. Which of those two is like to make a better bedmate?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:05:43 GMT -5
"Depends what you like in bed. Alys Greyjoy would probably be quite the handful, but maybe you'd get tired of having a woman who thinks she's a man in yer bed. Hannah Blacktyde, now, well, hard to say. She's a maiden, according to her father, and old Lord Gowen isn't known to lie, nor to have mercy on those trying to sneak his daughters' chastity." Old Lord Blacktyde had had at least nine daughters, Ragnar recalls, though most were in their thirties now.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 15:12:47 GMT -5
"I could meet them both and see which I like best. Truth be told. I'd rather my rock wife be willing than not. AFter all, she'll be the one managing Drumm Hall while I'm out reaving."
He grinned.
"I'd want her to welcome the sight of my sail, not curse it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:17:15 GMT -5
Euric nods. "A rock wife should be treated with respect; it's a salt wife's job to use her mouth and ass, I always say. Unless it's my name day..." He laughs then. "But yes, you should go find yourself a real woman to spit you out an heir. Red Rain'll be mine before too long at this rate."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 15:22:51 GMT -5
"I've two brothers," Ragnar reminded his king. "But I'd like sons too. I suppose neither of the women you mention happens to be here now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:37:46 GMT -5
"Hannah Blacktyde came with her father. The Drowned God may not even know where Alys is."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 15:50:16 GMT -5
"I'll meet Hannah then. With that many daughters, her father will no doubt welcome me with open arms."
He grinned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:51:49 GMT -5
"The only people to welcome you with open arms are the women you're pointing the sword at." the king chuckles and walks off.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 17:22:16 GMT -5
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Later that same day, Ragnar seeks out the Blacktyde camp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 17:31:26 GMT -5
It's easy enough to find, and the Blacktyde warriors are fairly well known to Ragnar, though he deals with them less than most. Inside the giant black tent is the elder lord, and a good-looking young woman. "Lord Ragnar Drumm, come to see me at last. I remember your first reaving...you were such an angry little bastard then. It's good to know some things never change!" Lord Gowen Blacktyde is fifty-nine, and completely lacks the give-a-damn capacity most people have for self-censoring.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 18:02:05 GMT -5
Ragnar was fortunately unoffended by Blacktyde's words.
"I'm not a young lad, any more," he said. "I'm a lord and a captain now. Who is this lady? Your daughter?"
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