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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:09:09 GMT -5
The captain leads her off, but while turning about she sees the heir to Seagard (and noted Ironborn-hater) Ser Justin whispering heatedly to his brother-by marriage.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 13:05:04 GMT -5
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Meanwhile Ragnar Drumm arrives with his salt wife and crew. Leaving his men to arrange their tents, as well as his own, Ragnar set off to look for old acquaintances.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:11:52 GMT -5
He runs almost immediately into Creed Humble, a fine raider; solitary, taciturn, but with a curiously self-deprecating sense of humor. "Ragnar Drumm! Look 'ere boys, got a real reaver among us now!" he claps the lord on the back.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 13:23:38 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned at Humble.
"Oh, I don't know. You're not so bad, considering," he said. "Have our lot got anything planned? A feast maybe?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:26:42 GMT -5
"Every day, or near enough. Celebrating ole 'Ser' Clarence's victory over the Vale slut." He chuckled. "Fightin' a woman in our own camp, silliness."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 13:30:06 GMT -5
Drumm raised an eyebrow.
"What Vale slut? What was such a girl doing in our camp? Was she mad?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:32:52 GMT -5
"That Royce girl that Clarence had for his own when she came a-visiting. Good-looking; she'd be wiling away her days in my keep if I were him, but I guess she got away. Wandered on in here and he set the Limper off after her...should have seen it! I near pissed myself laughing." He smiles at the memory.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 13:36:08 GMT -5
"I see. I heard of the wench, but I don't recall that I ever met her."
Ragnar shrugged.
"Well, no matter. Why is it that Clarence never took her for a salt wife?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:37:38 GMT -5
"Didn't want King stark making peace with Casterly Rock and blowing his ass off Fair Isle, I assume. She's a...special friend to the prince, I heard." he mimes the act of sex with his hands.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 13:41:16 GMT -5
Ragnar immediately burst out laughing.
"I see. Well, that's interesting. If the northern prince is that way inclined, perhaps we ought to send one of our own to do a similar job. Let the whelp think we're his friends, so we can catch him unawares later."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 14:48:07 GMT -5
"Or just hack him down. Don't matter much to me, what the wolves think." Humble shrugs. "Who'd we send, anyway? We ain't exactly got too many women with us."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 14:54:15 GMT -5
"I didn't mean this instant," Ragnar said. "You know I love the taste of blood as well as any man, but I think we need to direct our attention better than we've sometimes done in the past. It wouldn't hurt to letsome people think we mean them no harm, while we go about raiding other lans. That way, they won't be prepared for us when we do strike. I mean, if we can fool one or more of the kingdoms into thinking us tamed, we can focus our attention elsewhere. We'd never be strong enough if they all chose to band together against us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 14:55:48 GMT -5
"You might not be." Creed flexed jokingly. "Let'em all come on and try to get me." He has a huge draught of ale and belches. "But, perhaps you're right. Who would you make friends with?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 15:06:39 GMT -5
Ragnar considered for a long moment.
"The Goldlands is the richest kingdom and can perhaps field the most men. They have a large navy, too. If we feigned friendship with them we would not have to be concerned with their ships but we would lose the chance for the richest pickings in the Seven Kingdoms. So perhaps they would not be the best choice. Dorne is supposedly rich in little but sand, and the Crownlands seems too small to be of much interest to us. So perhaps the North. The pickings are less rich than the Goldlands, after all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 15:13:34 GMT -5
'Well, they got nothing for us to fear, though. Their navy in Barrowton couldn't threaten my sons' friends, and he's ten." Humble shrugged. "I say we just play the same game as always. Not like it hasn't worked so far."
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