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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 14:30:36 GMT -5
Home of House Greyjoy
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 15:00:07 GMT -5
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A goodly number of ships of the Iron Fleet are assembled at Lordsport; a dozen galleons, thirty galleys, and perhaps as many corsairs. King Euric's flagship, the massive Dark Tide, sits in its usual spot.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 15:30:58 GMT -5
Ragnar eyed the ships with some curiosity as he looked for someone of his acquaintance, someone of sufficient rank to possibly know what was going on.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 15:47:57 GMT -5
Everyone is in the castle proper, apparently. The whole of the Iron Fleet is far from assembled, but this is still a potent naval force in its own right.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 15:54:09 GMT -5
Ragnar went up to the castle, looking for either the king or one of those closest to him.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 16:52:00 GMT -5
The Cleftjaw party arrives at Pyke.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 16:59:41 GMT -5
The castle is busy, people milling about, catching up, drinking, making merry,and more. King Euric sits on his throne overseeing the festivities, and "Ser" Clarence Blackwall, now fully recovered, can be found telling tales of his recent raids of the Summer Islands.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 17:10:31 GMT -5
Quentyn approaches the throne, with Lyanna and his brother Victarion behind him. He kneels, several paces away. "King Euric, Lord Reaper of Pyke, I hope we find you well. I am Quentyn Cleftjaw, The Cleftjaw, and these two are my newfound wife, Lyanna of House Harlaw and Victarion Cleftjaw, my brother."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 17:45:15 GMT -5
Euric is a tall, powerful, middle-aged king, and his graying beard is thick and bushy, but short. "Lord and Lady Cleftjaw, well met. Your father's end was untimely and unfortunate; he was a fine warrior. Welcome to Pyke. Please partake of the bounty of the Iron Islands."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 17:47:27 GMT -5
"We shall, my king." They rise, and move off to an open spot at a table, where they can get some food and drink in them.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 18:16:29 GMT -5
Ragnar was sitting nearby. He looked over at Quentyn.
"Hail, Cleftjaw. What have you been up to? I've not seen you in a while."
He glanced over at the girl with Quentyn, judging her as familiar but not quite sure why. Perhaps he had met her in the past..
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 18:19:51 GMT -5
"Been back on Cape Kraken since my father took ill. Getting the hang of ruling, and all that. You've met Lyanna, of House Harlaw? Recently she and her father made the foolish mistake of making her my salt wife." Quentyn says with a grin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 18:23:21 GMT -5
Lyanna plays with her steak knife, looking pointedly to a part of his anatomy Quentyn may very well wish to keep.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 18:26:05 GMT -5
Ragnar grinned.
"Ah, Harlaw. I knew the girl looked familiar, though I've not seen her since she was a little girl. Why was it a foolish mistake, then? Harlaw is one of our most prominent houses."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 18:28:24 GMT -5
"Only to marry her to a ne'er-do-well like myself. Not that I'm complaining."
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