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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 16:53:17 GMT -5
"Good, could you direct me to her? I am sure you do not want me staying here for as long as I have to." He smiled
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 17:07:38 GMT -5
"Fine. I suppose I'd best keep an eye on you before you get yourself killed," Ragnar said. "So I will play nursemaid, just this once."
But as they walked towards the Harlaw tents, Ragnar made enquiries among the Ironborn, telling Godfrey that it was best he did the talking.
"Lady Reyna has gone back to her own tent in the Goldlands camp," he said, after questioning several men. "But she left here only recently. You're sure to catch her there."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 17:09:48 GMT -5
He nods and with Ragnars permission leaves the camp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:56:36 GMT -5
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A man bursts into the Ironborn camp. "Wake up! Wake the fuck up!!! They're coming!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 14:00:38 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Ragnar, the man passed right by his tent and woke him up. He got up swearing and stuck his head out the tent flap.
"Shut the hell up!" He shouted. "Some people are trying to sleep."
He seemed not to notice that his own shout might have woken people up too.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:04:29 GMT -5
"No no Lord Drumm! They're fucking COMING! They think we kidnapped some greenland bitches from some brothel north a here!!!! THEY ARE FUCKING COMING!" The man looks genuinely terrified, as more and more of the camp starts to move.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 14:09:08 GMT -5
"Who is?"
Ragnar wondered why anyone would care about two wenches from a brothel - nobody cared about whores, after all, except when they wanted to bed them - and he wondered if the man was drunk or mad.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:22:51 GMT -5
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Ragnar and company arrived back at the camp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:28:55 GMT -5
The camp is slowly getting put back together. King Euric is standing, watching them reassemble it, fire in his eyes. "Lord Drumm...Blackwall," his voice rumbles. "To me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:31:58 GMT -5
Ragnar strode over slowly, making a conscious effort not to try and see what was going on around them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:34:09 GMT -5
Blackwall follows him. Euric's hard eyes are narrowed behind his large-brimmed hat, used on the seas to keep the sun off the back of the neck. "What," he starts, "the living fuck happened?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:41:07 GMT -5
"Saltcliffe captured greenlander girls. A mob came to the camp, so I went to try and find them. We found the girls, and killed Saltcliffe's men."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:43:21 GMT -5
"Drowned fucking god below! What the fuck would make that dipshit do that?"" Clarence breathes out.
"He found someone who healed his limp." Euric narrows an eye.
"Yer shitting me."
"I'm not." King Euric looks to Drumm.
"Did this bastard walk?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:47:55 GMT -5
"No, we left him maimed and incapable of doing the same again. I was tempted to slit his throat, but he deserves a harder fate that that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:52:06 GMT -5
Euric grunts. "Someone makin' a man walk again...might be worth looking into. After we kill him for having the audacity to try setting us up, of course. If I'm taking greenlander women, I ain't making no fucking secret about it."
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