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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 5, 2015 21:47:58 GMT -5
"I spent two years at sea once, yes I did, yes," The barkeep said. "I know the feeling. My legs became all..." He paused, evidently trying to think of an analogy. After a while it became evident the man had forgotten he was talking to Ray.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 5, 2015 23:08:54 GMT -5
When the man couldn't complete his thought Ray continued on his way to the room. He had to put his plans into motion.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 8, 2015 0:10:57 GMT -5
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After preparing a few forged documents, Maester Ray went into the city to find a blacksmith of moderate size that could handle a small order of weaponry and arms.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 8, 2015 0:44:37 GMT -5
He finds a smithy that seems to be respectable enough, a broad man working a piece of iron as Ray enters. The man was intent on hammering but his apprentice saw Ray and came up to him.
"How can I help you?" The stocky boy asked.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 8, 2015 6:33:07 GMT -5
Ray took the measure of the place, "I have a work order for weapons and some light armour. I'm looking for a shop to fill it. It's not too big, but the pay is good."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 11, 2015 6:33:29 GMT -5
"How many items are you thinking?" The apprentice asked, already finding a small chalk board to write on.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 11, 2015 12:56:48 GMT -5
The Iron Titans pull into Gulltown, ships slipping in one or two at a time over the day as the long convoy finds a rest after travel. Uhtred will have his ships refill provisions and water while he sends out his "recruiters" to get as many men as possible to serve as oarsmen and fighers. Promising hot food, gold and warmer climates, he hopes to refill his numbers and get enough able-bodies to crew his new ships. They'll only be in Gulltown shortly before heading south once again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 11, 2015 13:00:46 GMT -5
The port has been fortified, thousands of sellsails and mercenaries streaming about. Catapults are massed along the walls, testament to the enormous wealth commanded by Lord Richard. Uhtred is somewhat impressed at how quickly the place has strengthened itself.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 11, 2015 13:05:18 GMT -5
Uhtred whistles as he observes the changes to the port. War was coming here, certain as the tides, and Grafton was completely ready for it. This would be one tough nut to crack from a naval perspective, and he'll take notes on the fortifications as he slides alongside the dock. He'll accompany his recruiters in the beginning, branching off to get a feel for the city right now. Axe near at hand and in chainmail under his shirt, he doesn't expect much trouble here. The sellswords here weren't like the Braavosi, they wouldn't pick a fight just because a man carried a blade.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 11, 2015 20:52:33 GMT -5
"How many items are you thinking?" The apprentice asked, already finding a small chalk board to write on. "Three blades for my lord, he wants them done quick as can be."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 11, 2015 20:55:36 GMT -5
"Three blades," The apprentice said, writing the order down. "Longsword? Bastard Sword? Greatsword? Any specifications?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 11, 2015 21:21:42 GMT -5
"Longswords" Ray nodded and went further into detail "an inscription is required, 'The Fire Rises', is to be made along the blade." He looked at the apprentice and shrugged as if he thought the whole thing was strange.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 11, 2015 21:32:55 GMT -5
The apprentice looked at Ray strangely but noted down the specifications. "They will be done in a week and cost you seven stags."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 7:24:14 GMT -5
Uhtred and his men begin talking to local ruffians, when a few men in plate armor bearing House Grafton's burning tower sigil approach tem ina tavern. "Gulltown's closed to recruiting," their leader says. "there's a gods-damned bloody war going on, can't be losing our men to go pirate from honest folk."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 12, 2015 8:52:56 GMT -5
The apprentice looked at Ray strangely but noted down the specifications. "They will be done in a week and cost you seven stags." "Aye, fair, I'll be back for them." He sighed, "It's a pain playing courier, why couldn't he get a servant to do this." He shook his head and stalked off back to his tavern room.
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