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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:56:35 GMT -5
"Aye. Bloody bastard. Those greenlander lords had better be bloody grateful for brining their daughters back," Ragnar grumbled. "But you know, what if he was faking the limp the whole time?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:59:16 GMT -5
"Twenty years? To betray us now? I think not; the man's nearly died for that limp before." Euric shakes his head. "No, there is something...more going on. The sept had some sort of bloody showdown; one of the Lannister bitches died apparently. Guess that wolfling heir killed her. Didn't think the little spitfuck had it in him. Might be a harder man than his father."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 11:01:24 GMT -5
Ragnar raised his eyebrow.
"Which Lannister bitch would that be? I've not met any Lannisters, myself, nor the Stark pup."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 12, 2012 11:07:15 GMT -5
Lord Robert Dondarrion arrives at the Ironborn camp with his brother and a few guards, not enough to cause a war simply to protect them if shit hits the fan. He looks around the group for any higher ranking members.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 11:42:09 GMT -5
"Meghan, the Lannisport lovely. Now I can't add her to my collection..." Euric notes the Blackhaven lord. "Now what the fuck is this? Drowned God bugger me with a spear. Greenlanders." He awaits the lightning lord, his status clear from his enormous cloak of tentacles, and his crown.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 12, 2012 11:45:26 GMT -5
He was not aware the Iron king would be there, he would need to choose his words carefully. "King Greyjoy, I would like to inform you of any rumors of you taking the the returned Highborn Women have been removed of in the Kinglands camp, and should my countrymen have taken any of your subjects items in the confusion they are to be punished and the objects returned to you forthwith." He says looking the king in the eyes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 11:50:06 GMT -5
Euric looks to Ragnar. "Is forthwith a word?"
ooc: YES, it's a joke. No, English is not King Greyjoy's strong suit.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 11:54:02 GMT -5
Ragnar looked at Euric and then at the Stormlord.
"I believe it is, though archaic," he said. "I've come across it often in old books, but rarely heard it in speech. It is good to know that the Stormlords know the truth and bear us no grudge."
Yet he was smiling as he spoke and there was a gleam of humour in his eyes.
"Was anything stolen from our people, then?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 12, 2012 12:18:27 GMT -5
"Nothing that I know of, i do not believe my countrymen had made it to your camps, I has stopped the chaos before they were going to start something stupid." He says not taking his eyes off them.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 12:21:38 GMT -5
"Fair enough, then. WE don't take kindly to thieves or intruders. Make sure your men know that."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 12, 2012 12:26:43 GMT -5
"They are taught well, and know well enough without your threats." He says. "They know the punishments of their actions."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 12:32:22 GMT -5
Ragnar nodded.
"Well and good then. Is that all you wanted to say?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 12, 2012 12:42:47 GMT -5
He nods. "It was, I wish you your best at your remainder here." He says with a small bow.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 12:49:33 GMT -5
"Farewell then," Ragnar said, though it was impossible to know if he was being sincere.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 12, 2012 13:27:06 GMT -5
He nods with a small smile. "And you." He retreats with him men back to his camp.
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