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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 8:55:20 GMT -5
The bay is a natural harbor, the black waters shaded by soaring cliffs containing two forts on either side of the bay.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 10:02:02 GMT -5
A few days after the battle, three ships approach the harbor. They fly a flag with a three headed dragon on it.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 10:08:46 GMT -5
Uhtred has the corsairs stand down from boarding, and will meet the ships coming in personally. No need to pick a fight with a third party with Tyrosh and Moray still out there. He's curious to see what the Dragon is doing this far west.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 14:26:25 GMT -5
The lead ship pulls into the bay and docks, the other two staying away from the island. A tall golden-haired man strides ashore, stretching. He looks about curiously but without a hint of caution. "Who is in charge here?!"
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 14:36:41 GMT -5
Uhtred approaches, clad in the drab grey that had been his uniform for the last decade "Entel Moray has claimed lordship of the island, but I'm the one currently in charge as he is at sea. Farwynd, out of Braavos. Who are you to fly the Dragons flag?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 14:42:07 GMT -5
The man looks contemptuously at him. "The dragon," he responds. "I'm Prince Aenys Targaryen, heir to the throne of Meereen."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 15:22:44 GMT -5
Uhtred blinks. It made sense, but what...? "Just so" he says as he bows his head, frank curiousity in his eyes "How may I be of assistance to you, Your highness?" His mind was racing, were the dragons allied with Tyrosh and Moray? Or was something more complicated going on here?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 15:35:52 GMT -5
Aenys brushes some dust off his shining plate. "His Royal Highness, King Sirius Targaryen, has come to enlist the aid of the lord of this island. An opportunity for riches beyond count await," he says.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 15:42:31 GMT -5
Uhtred pauses for a moment, then smiles "I cannot speak for Lord Moray, but I in my capacity as current steward of this island I would be fascinated to hear of such a opportunity. May I invite you to the keep so we may discuss such a thing in a more private setting, and berthing for you and your ships? A storm may be coming here soon, and safe harbor is something that is always welcome."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 17:02:47 GMT -5
Prince Aenys nods. "Firm ground beneath my feet and a roof over my head that doesn't leak would please me greatly. Lead on." His men disembark. They are armed and armored and have swords shaped something like sickles, with spears on their backs.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 17:14:40 GMT -5
Uhtred will lead them to the keeps feasting hall, where they will lay out a modest feast from the stores. He'll have a equal number of men ready to intercede if things go violent, but he doubts it will come to that. His captains and him will sit at the high table, with Aenys given the high seat as befits his station.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 18:06:00 GMT -5
The Targaryen prince looks about and shrugs as he eats. "I had heard Lord Entel was from Pentos or some such," he said, "but then, I'm not picky on who I hire."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 19:21:13 GMT -5
"What would you need to hire a group such as Entel for? I could see about negotiating for a fleet, say 15-20 ships that could serve in such a capacity." Uhtred lays down his fork and cuts vigorously into the meat "Well armed, well led naval group that wouldn't flake at combat."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 19:36:42 GMT -5
"He is hardly the only one we are hiring," Aenys says. "Nor the most important, I assure you. But we need ships, and we have gold. I have found the two can coexist happily."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 18, 2015 19:37:53 GMT -5
The big ironborn will raise his tankard to that silently, and will gesture for the man to continue. Now comes the pitch.
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