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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:50:17 GMT -5
Euric chuckles and lets forth a sudden sigh. "I've sent word across the seas to Menion Saltcliffe; no one knows the Narrow Seas or the East better'n that lonely cocksucker. He's a fuckin' weird one, indeed, but no one can get us around there like him."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 16:56:58 GMT -5
"Aye, that's good. Might as well make the journey a good one. But I'm not averse to a good raiding on the way, if we see a likely ship."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:05:10 GMT -5
"Ship hell. Raid the bastards on shore if you want." A chorus of cheers. "They've been sitting fat and pretty too long anyway over in Essos. Soft."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:12:40 GMT -5
"Aye. We need to teach them to work harder to defend their lands," Ragnar said with a laugh. "And replenish our own coffers into the bargain!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:13:37 GMT -5
Everyone cheers the notion once again, and a lot more enthusiasm is shown for heading east on a very typical Ironborn diplomatic mission.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:17:01 GMT -5
Ragnar considered "But we'll have to choose which of the Free Cities to befriend. Can't raid that one."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:18:27 GMT -5
"Not Lys; useless island, and too perfect to reave. Volantis or Pentos or Myr, I think."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:24:02 GMT -5
"Of course. I will see what I find when we arrive. No doubt there will be a delegate or two willing to listen."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:26:05 GMT -5
"Good. On the other hand, congratulations on your marriage! A fine choice!" Ribald comments are tossed about regarding the lovely Hannah Blacktyde, disregarding the fact she is standing literally among the revelers. She approaches Ragnar and kisses him hard on the lips.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:30:39 GMT -5
He pulled her to him, his hands locked around her waist as he returns the kiss and tilts her slightly backwards in doing so.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:37:58 GMT -5
Even more raucous cheers erupt, and in general, now finding someone who DOESN'T want to go reave the fuck out of Essos...or, go on the diplomatic mission are near impossible to find.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:45:40 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned at Hannah as he lifted his head.
"It seems everyone's in a good mood today. You sure you won't be lonely at Drumm Hall all by yourself?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:48:04 GMT -5
"Are you wishing to take me reaving?" She struck a pose. "I could find myself a salt husband if my rock one isn't hard enough."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:53:24 GMT -5
He took her wrist.
"No chance, girl. You'll not find me wanting, I promise you. All other men would pale in comparison."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 13:16:46 GMT -5
She grins. "I expect nothing less from the father of my sons."
//
Reyna Harlaw is summoned to King Euric's tent.
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