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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 13:48:29 GMT -5
Round 1:
Ragnar: 185 Marauder: 99 (-35)
Ragnar Drumm leaps to the attack fast, and his sword carves a huge chunk out of the man's ribs. He can almost smell the barbecue.
Round 2:
Ragnar: 129 (-5) Marauder: 144
The man manages a counter as Ragnar gets a bit overconfident. He curses as the mans' saber cuts into his cheek. Another day, another scar.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 13:51:25 GMT -5
Round 3:
Ragnar: 181 Marauder: 142 (-70)
Lord Ragnar's rage cannot be denied as he hacks and slashes, carving the man up as he would a festival turkey.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 13:52:34 GMT -5
Round 4:
Ragnar: 167 Marauder: 98
Lord Ragnar effortlessly slices the man's head off and tosses it to the sharks. The cut on his cheek has already stopped bleeding as he re-enters the fray.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 14:01:16 GMT -5
Round 3:
Theon: 249/129 Euric: 137 Ragnar: 174 Quentyn: 181
Zheverem: 131/155 Grey Ghost: 199 Champion: 119
Lord Captain Theon unleashes the reserves galleys and his personal flagship into the weakening right line of the eastern fleet, and it smashes to cinders beneath his onslaught. Thousands are slain in the shower of arrows, and the crushed fleet seeks refuge in the relative safety between the two fortresses, at the river's mouth.
Iron Fleet: 9500 Mantarys: 5600, fleet scattered
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 14:03:15 GMT -5
Iron Fleet: 500 dead Mantarys: 2000 dead, 400 missing or scattered
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 14:07:00 GMT -5
Ragnar: +1 Sword Quentyn +1
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As the broken ships sail north, King Euric orders a halt to refit the ships. "Hell of a fight there lads! Hoped they'd be tougher'n that! Fucking children out here!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Dec 22, 2012 14:09:54 GMT -5
Ragnar immediately began searching his victim's corpse for valuable, since he had just paid the iron price.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 14:11:35 GMT -5
The man's armor is probably worth a tidy sum, and his sword is finely wrought.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Dec 23, 2012 14:43:08 GMT -5
Quentyn cleans the blood off his sword and issues orders to his men to fix whatever needs fixing. They also begin looting the corpses on their deck, tossing them overboard once they've been stripped. Any still alive are weighted down first, offerings to the Drowned God.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Dec 23, 2012 16:42:32 GMT -5
Ragnar looks around his crew, ordering them to clean things up. Meanwhile he searched the growing pile of loot to see if there is any kind of useful documentation regarding the city. He also signals to the King for his orders.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 24, 2012 6:33:27 GMT -5
When the fleet is reassembled, King Euric calls an assembly, as the forts have walls much to thick to hurt with ship based weaponry.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Dec 24, 2012 8:51:40 GMT -5
Ragnar left his most trusted men in charge of his ship and joined the king on his vessel.
"I think we should look for a weak spot," he said.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Dec 24, 2012 23:43:07 GMT -5
"Or make a weak spot." Quentyn adds. "Try sending some men over the walls in the night, open a gate. Launch some raids on the land in the meantime, see if they left anything for us to take."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 27, 2012 10:35:35 GMT -5
Euric regards Lord Cleftjaw, rubbing his cheek. "I like it. Show them the futility of walls against the Ironborn. If we take one of those fortresses the river will be open enough for us to pass, and holding the other will serve no purpose for them."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Dec 27, 2012 18:19:46 GMT -5
"You volunteering to go?" Ragnar asked Quentyn. "Seems like just the job for an up and coming sort like yourself."
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