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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 18:46:06 GMT -5
Uhtred entered quietly dressed in a plain grey tunic with chain underneath. He is uneasy in this place, for he has not been to westeros in some time. Time to immerse himself once again. He bowed to the Lord of Gulltown. "Greetings m'lord. I am Uhtred Farwynd, and I come to offer ships to the Vale."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 18:54:21 GMT -5
The lord rubs his whiskered chin. "Offer them for what, exactly? Never knew many Ironborn to work for gold. Unless they were stealing it."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 18:58:31 GMT -5
He smiled "I represent more than just ironborn. Gold will do, for food and repairs. We're battle hardened and willing to do what needs to be done."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 19:01:12 GMT -5
"Hm. Perhaps. How many ships, now?" Lord Richard steeples his fingers and thinks. "Turns out we have just the assignment for you...'
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 19:05:00 GMT -5
"16, 5 galleys, 4 corsairs, and... "Uhtred watched the Lord closely " a war galley. 890 men total."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 19:14:55 GMT -5
"A fair fleet. Where did you winkle this flotilla from, anyway? King Euric isn't going to come kicking down my harbor gates looking for his galleon, will he?" Richard thinks a moment. "But yes, I am sure we can put you to good use."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 19:20:24 GMT -5
"From the Sealord of Braavos, though we have been released from his services. The galleon is mine and mine alone. He is a... generous man. After a fashion."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 19:52:13 GMT -5
"We must know a different Sealord," Richard says dryly. "But, what are your fees and terms then? Only a fool refuses a fleet handed to him."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 20:00:01 GMT -5
"Food, repairs, and permission to recruit from the city. And some measure of autonomity. I won't have my boys be leading any charges on castles. The sea is what we know, and we know it damn well. Prisoners we capture as well. And a (insert reasonable amount here) for every man in my fleet."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 20:03:35 GMT -5
"Prisoners are a commander's right," the lord reminds him. "Plunder you may partake of."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 20:12:14 GMT -5
"If a man gives me his sword, am I to tell him no no, keep the sword until I've brought you to this man?" Uhtred chuckled "The rights go to the captain. You may keep the men we capture, but any ransom we may receive for men we captured goes to us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 21:24:49 GMT -5
"That isn't how it works. Property may go to you. Prisoners are a negotiating tool. They go to me. Same as land," he says. "This is not the Iron Islands."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 4, 2012 21:28:55 GMT -5
"Obviously not. What a man earns there he keeps... Fine. You have my men."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 21:29:59 GMT -5
He nods. "Very well then. Meet up with my son...your first test will be soon, I should say."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 4, 2015 20:18:55 GMT -5
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The long journey from Oldtown included a lot of thinking on Ray's part. He had read the letter outlining the deaths of his parents. The wording was unclear what happened to his sister and what would become of the small portion of land his family had. Ray was partly familiar with the tenuous situation in the Vale. It was one reason why some felt justified exerting their power over others.
He stepped off the merchant boat and headed into the city of Gulltown. He decided that the next day he would leave and make his way home. For now though, it was important to get a lay of the land. The best place to do that was where there were loosened lips. With his bag over his shoulder and his rattling chains around his neck he entered into a tavern to rent a room if one was available.
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