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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 14:17:00 GMT -5
"More than that, Captain Cleftjaw," he said with a ravenous look. "Lord Tyrell and the Faith are up in arms against the lion cub. There's no sense anagonizing Lord Stark while his army is so powerful, and we have little enough to gain from them anyway. No," he said, "The Mander, Oldtown...and more. I want the Stepstones. Lord Bryce Dayne has conquered Dorne and Storm's End. The Baratheons are collapsing. Dragonstone, Sharp Point, the Blackwater Rush....all open. To those strong enough to take it." He gestured again. "To those with the ships required to storm the strongest of the greenlander fortresses, to take their greatest cities, to bring their riches home as plunder....to expand. Westeros has never been as divided as it is now, and no true reaver can resist the call to conquest when it is as open as this."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 14:39:24 GMT -5
Quentyn nodded along. "You have quite the vision, my king. But what first? Cut a deal with the Lannisters, move against the Reach? Take their islands, sack Highgarden and Oldtown? It seems the lions and wolves are getting into bed together, working with them might be in our interest."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 14:54:46 GMT -5
"Literally in bed," Euric chuckles. "I'll have to settle for a Hightower girl, or something. I'm no lunatic, my friend; I know we cannot defeat the northern alliance. Too many men, too much gold to wear us down. Fortunately...we don't have to." He looked to him. "Your family's security is most at risk from the North. It is not cowardice to not leave our backs unguarded while we sack everything we can."
Lord Captain Theon Harlaw cut in. "Our ships will be ready in three months. Our armada will be unlike anything Westeros has ever seen. We need a man to deliver a message to the kings of the Rock and Eddard's Rest, proposing an alliance against this 'King' Tyrell. They leave us alone and distract the Faith's armies, and we destroy any threat posed to their coasts...and become fabulously wealthy in the process."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 14:59:42 GMT -5
"Well, I'm no diplomat, but I did meet with Joanna Lannister when we pulled into Lannisport. She seemed to have no opposition to working with our kind. Even asked me to take a Volantene vessel, but it was gone before I had the chance. I'd be happy to accompany such a delegation."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:02:10 GMT -5
"You met the lioness? You just take it, then," he said. "You're a damn sight prettier than fuckin' Theon, here," Euric's retinue laughs. "Remember, no matter how fuckable she is, for the moment we aren't clubbing her and dragging on your ship. Maybe that'll come later."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 15:08:40 GMT -5
He laughed at that. "She's too skinny for my liking, anyway. Did have a Brax cousin with some tits that were more to my taste." He sighed at the thought. "I'll be wanting to go home for a bit, first. See the wife, hopefully with an heir. Then put another one in her."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:14:00 GMT -5
"Fine enough," Euric says. "Can't keep a rock wife waiting. Hope that little spit fuck she spat out becomes the man his father is. Need more like him," cheers around to that, "get to Eddard's rest within six weeks. Should just make the wedding. I'm sure you'll find it...what's the word..." a man shouted out.
"Arousing!" Everyone laughs raucously. It's good to be a rich raider.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 14:57:18 GMT -5
At the sound of the raucous laughter, Prince Killion made his way into the throne room, which had gone from spartan to near garish since his youth from all the riches acquired. He was clad in only breeches, bare from the waist up, with a skin of black tar rum in his hand that was half empty. It seemed he had been enjoying an arousing celebration of his own.
"Lord Quentyn!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms out wide at the sight of an old friend he had not seen in far too long. Near the same age, the two had practically come up together learning the art of reaving. "I see all that time on the mainland hasn't yet claimed your sea legs."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 2, 2015 15:23:21 GMT -5
Quentyn smiled to see Killion, and hugged him, clapping him on the back.
"I might have been born on the mainland, but there's as much iron in my blood as in yours. You were missed at Mantarys. But I'm sure you've heard the stories."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 16:05:26 GMT -5
"Long as you don't dilute it, I'll call you brother." he replied, returning the hug fraternally. "Would be almost as sacrilege as watering down strongwine."
"Aye Mantarys was a party I was loath to miss. I'll not be absent for the next."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 13:36:40 GMT -5
/// After the return from Riverrun, a fair amount of drinks, and a bit of fun with his salt wives; Killion sought out Sarai Greyjoy.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 14:12:18 GMT -5
Sarai is in her quarters, a curiously large set of rooms for someone with exactly no official title. She is only four foot eleven or so and a bit chubby. She is reading when Killion enters. "Hello, my prince," she says in a sibilant voice.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 14:28:16 GMT -5
"What are you reading?" he asked in greeting, a raised eyebrow at her spacious quarters. Sarai had not been around when Killion departed the Iron Islands, or at least not in her mysterious position of prominence. His curiosity on that point had finally become unbearable.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 14:30:07 GMT -5
"Felryn Targaryen's history of the last days of their Westerosi reign," she said. "Nothing of great import."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 14:33:58 GMT -5
"Fascninating, I am sure." he remarked, taking a seat. "So...what is it you do here exactly Sarai?"
Ironborn were not famed for their subtlety.
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