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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 18:51:02 GMT -5
"I haven't, but I'm sure she's well. Kal Stark went off that way too if what I hear is true. She's in good hands."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 19:01:51 GMT -5
She nods. "All right." She looks much like Amelia, only taller and trimmer. "Rape her before you kill her," she finally says.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 21:56:13 GMT -5
/////////////// The Iron Titans join the fleet forming in Gulltown, soon to be off to Coldwater. Uhtred rows himself over to the flagship of the flotilla, hoping to get the measure of the young heir to gulltown.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 4, 2012 22:04:12 GMT -5
He is allowed onboard and Titus was there to greet him at the rail. "Welcome aboard the Menacing Tide, Master Farwynd," he said as he offered a hand boarding the Galleon which Titus had made his flag ship. "I must say, this is unusual timing, as well as help from a most unexpected place," he looked honest and genial.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 22:16:14 GMT -5
Uhtred grabbed the hand and pulled himself aboard. "Unexpected? I suppose. I guess your boys must've been pissing themselves when they saw another fleet heading straight toward them." He laughed hard briefly "Must've sent word on ahead then. I'm Uhtred Farwynd that's true as true, so where's your commander?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 4, 2012 22:22:32 GMT -5
Titus laughed. "In the heavens above? I'm Titus Grafton, Ser or Captain, take your pick. I command here. I've heard of you, you know. It's a narrow sea, after all, and word travels, especially when an Iron Born trades in his reaving to take up the banner of the Sea Lord. You'll have to tell me how that happened sometime." He lead him to his cabin and offered him a seat and some whiskey. "What brought you to Gulltown and what's your stake in this campaign?" he asked, bluntly.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 22:35:01 GMT -5
Farwynd sniffs the glass, then drinks the cup down and pours another "My stake in this are gold and food, same as most of your sailors. I came to Gulltown looking for work, nothing more. If your father had not had need of my men, I would have probably sailed to the stormlands next." He grinned wolfishly at the young lord "Long as you keep me fed and paid, we'll do your work for ya."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 4, 2012 22:38:53 GMT -5
"If only everyone conducted business as sailors do we'd have one big happy Kingdom and barfights in every tavern," he smiled, draining his whiskey. "We sail in the morning. It's good to have a man of your talents. Any questions?" he asked pouring himself another cup.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 22:46:02 GMT -5
"Who is our enemy, how many ships do they have, and where can I get more of this drink?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 4, 2012 22:50:34 GMT -5
"I'll have a case sent over with you. The enemy is a man named Draven. He's got a keep and a small city in the mountains. No one seems quite certain what his origins are, but he works with a famed assassin named Cassadar. They're causing quite a bit of trouble throughout the Mountains of the Moon and parts of the Vale. They're well equipped and organized. We don't know whether or not they possess any ships, but I'd advise you based on my own experience with the man to expect anything. It may be dull or it may be hell on earth, only the Gods know. We've underestimated them in the past, and we can't afford to do it again."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 23:00:53 GMT -5
"Well you've bought my loyalty at least!" He laughs, but then leans forward with a more serious look on his face "But if you're going after Cassadar, or even a friend of his, I'm worried. The stories that are told about that man... The doors of the house of black and white are closed now in Braavos, where once any man could find their final sleep. They whisper he is cursed by the gods and has terrible power over men."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 4, 2012 23:04:20 GMT -5
Titus waved his hand, as if he could brush the words out into the sea breeze, never to be uttered again. "Nonsense, the lot of it. Prince Benjen Stark has business with the man and I mean to help him end that business. If his house is boarded up then it's time he is too. He's dangerous, of that there can be no doubt, but his days are numbered, same as all the rest of us."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 23:09:06 GMT -5
Uhtred stared hard at the young man, his grey eyes seeming to shift to a green-blue. "If you say so. I must now return to the Dawn. You must come visit her some time my lord. You'll like her. Shes's the best ship in the fleet, if you pardon me saying." He stood up and finished his glass before setting it down on the table next to the empty bottle.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 4, 2012 23:11:05 GMT -5
Titus stood to see him out, "I would enjoy that, Captain. Perhaps on the home trip, when we're fat, drunk and happy. Fair winds."
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