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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:04:28 GMT -5
"Her? Oh, Drowned god no! My third and dearest rock wife, Marja Saltcliffe!" He chuckled. "Here to meet Hannah, are you?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 18:07:43 GMT -5
"I am. I've been told she might make a suitable bride. So I thought I'd come meet her and see for myself if we're likely to suit one another."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:20:32 GMT -5
"Blunt as my mace. My favorite thing about you Drummy." His wife sits on his lap. "Daughter number nine! Come on out!' A minute later a very attractive, if not beautiful, young woman steps out. She's very short, but curvy, with grey eyes and brown hair. She looks Ragnar up and down.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 18:26:03 GMT -5
"AH, so you're Hannah. I'm Ragnar Drumm, Lord of Old Wyk," he informed her, his gaze lingering first on her face and then her breasts. "Come walk with me a while."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:27:20 GMT -5
She gets a smirk and follows him. When they are outside; "I hear a lot about you and your sword."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 18:32:15 GMT -5
"Aye, and so you should. I'm a great swordsman," he boasted, though humorously. "Perhaps I'll let you hold it, one day."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:44:00 GMT -5
"Which one?" She chuckles. "I imagine touching Red Rain would take more effort." she stares at him. "How many salt wives do you have?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 18:46:29 GMT -5
"Two, for now. But one of them is sickly and doesn't really count any more. And you are quite welcome to hold both my swords. Just not at the same time."
He grinned at her, a predatory glint in his eye.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:48:12 GMT -5
"Hm. I see. Well, little point to a sickly salt wife, but the healthy one. Let me drown her. You can have more; I'm not jealous or anything."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 18:51:33 GMT -5
He moved in close to her and laid his hands on her shoulders, gripping slightly.
"Why do you want to kill my existing salt wife, if you don't care if I have more later?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:58:27 GMT -5
"An offering, of course. To the Drowned God, and to your confidence I can lead your castle in your stead whilst you fetch more strange women from across the world. Though, if they misbehave...I shall drown them too. My hands are strong." She says confidently.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 19:06:58 GMT -5
His fingers tightened.
"I see. Well, I cannot allow you to drown Adara. The little bitch has grown fond of me, and it amuses me to watch her trying so hard to please. Rose, now, you may drown her and welcome. She might even welcome a swifter death than wasting away."
He spoke with amusement of Adara and without emotion of Rose, who he had clearly given up on already.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:08:39 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "It's hardly a sacrifice if you want the old biddy dead anyway. Adara..." she rolls the name on her tongue, "sounds Dornish. Never drowned a Dornishwoman."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 19:13:23 GMT -5
His fingers squeezed until they hurt.
"Find someone else to drown. You will not have Adara. She amuses me too much to want her dead, and she's mother to two of my children. "
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:14:30 GMT -5
"That's fine. There are plenty of other rock wives to be had." But none like me, was the unspoken follow-up.
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