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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 19:09:48 GMT -5
Lyanna chuckles. "I'm not that lazy." She seemed to think about something. "My father will be so pleased to lead a fleet again. I think being a lord bores him."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 28, 2012 19:17:14 GMT -5
"It can be a boring thing, at times. Ledgers and books and taxes. More fun at war, I should think, even if it can't last forever."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 19:53:48 GMT -5
"Well, I know my letters and numbers. I can take care of that," she says confidently.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 29, 2012 15:28:34 GMT -5
"I have no doubt that you will. Can't do a worse job at it than me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 29, 2012 18:45:49 GMT -5
Lyanna giggles. "Well, at least the bar is set low, then. You'll be impressed when you return," she promises.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Dec 2, 2012 22:20:22 GMT -5
"I look forward to it. Should anyone give you trouble, have them thrown off the cliffs. That will keep the rest in line."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 29, 2015 20:10:51 GMT -5
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Quentyn, his men, and their cart of treasure arrive at Pyke. He requests to see the King at his earliest convenience.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 29, 2015 20:43:17 GMT -5
King Euric's men elad him to the throne room, now decorated with plunder from the riches of the last year. The king nods to the new arrival. "Captain Cleftjaw, welcome back to the lands of the drowned!" Quentyn sees many men around, men of renown. "Have you even been home yet? Looking richer than hell!" The captains cheer. It had been a good year.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 30, 2015 9:16:02 GMT -5
Quentyn was indeed looking richer than hell. He was in a new black doublet of Eastern silk, a thick gold chain hanging from his neck and a few rings on his fingers. All bought with iron.
"Home? Not just yet. Figured we'd stop and pay our respects, seeing as it's on the way." His men carried in the statue, tapestries, and gold that they had brought. "Speaking of, here's a few tokens of that respect."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 10:24:12 GMT -5
Euric waes a hand dismissively. "No need, Quentyn. I can't spend what I have now..." he waves to a window facing north, to the newly built shipyards, "although I am doing my damndest to try. I plan on making the Iron Fleet a bit moe literal, for major fleet battles."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 30, 2015 17:48:02 GMT -5
Quentyn moved to stand next to the king at the window. "As well it should be. But where are we getting the materials? Lumber isn't exactly prevalent on the Islands."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 5:19:50 GMT -5
"Sothoryos," Euric said. "And from Flint's Finger. This black wood from the south is strong indeed for hulls. And our thralls from Mantarys make excellent sails. You should see the shipyard, Quentyn. It would make the old kings smile in their tombs."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 12:31:05 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to take a look before I go." Quentyn replied, nodding. "Can't be cheap or easy, getting lumber from down there, though. Somewhere closer to home might be simpler. The Cape of Eagles, mayhaps, or Bear Island, or the Wolfswood..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 13:02:41 GMT -5
"We sacked Mantarys," Euric said, "if anywhere was worth the trouble in Westeros it'd be the Arbor. Why bother with the North when the southron kingdoms are divided and at war with each other? Besides, we all hate the winter, right? Best ride it out somewhere warm, where the women don't look like the bears that surround them."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 13:47:22 GMT -5
Quentyn shrugged. "I suppose it's my own self-interest. Wouldn't mind some more breathing room around Cape Kraken. But the Arbor...that could certainly help us. The Shields as well. Take them, and the Mander is ripe, any time we want."
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