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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 15:20:44 GMT -5
The keep built by Dagmer Cleftjaw on Cape Kraken. It sits atop the Flint Cliffs, overlooking a small port.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 15:24:02 GMT -5
Quentyn's Sore Tooth pulls in to her home port. The new thralls it carries are immediately put to work unloading Eastern treasures and Western gold from its hold.
Quentyn himself walks down the gangway, happy to be home. He stops at the bottom, taking it all in and looking to see if Lyanna has come to meet him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:30:19 GMT -5
Given the cold and the newborn, he is greeted by his old castellan, Marrec. "Sorry, m'captain, but with this biting wind, m'lady thought that the baby might freeze. It's been a dreadful cold winter already. Lost thirty smallfolk to the great blizzard, had to let the rest stay in town for its duration. She awaits you in your keep, though."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 15:34:24 GMT -5
Quentyn nods, a smile spreading across his face. "So I do have an heir, then?" He starts walking toward the path up to the keep. "Come, walk with me, Marrec, and tell me about my child. Is it a son?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:36:01 GMT -5
"A strong lad, my lord," the old man says. "Only four toes on his left foot, but otherwise as strong as an infant can get. She named him Dagmer, assuming my lord has no objections." The small but stout keep opens its doors.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 15:50:18 GMT -5
"No, not at all. A fine name. Dagmer Ninetoe." He makes his way into the keep. "And the birth was not too hard on Lyanna?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:51:39 GMT -5
"She is a true rock wife, my lord," he said. "Was up and yelling at your worthless salt wives the very next day. Jenna was getting too interested in the pudding."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 16:04:12 GMT -5
"Good, good. Ready for another one, then. Are they up in our quarters?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 16:06:26 GMT -5
"Yes, m'lord." As they enter, the old man was wrong. Lyanne greets her husband with a little boy wrapped in thick sealskin. "Quentyn...welcome back," she says happily. "We got your shipments." She kisses him.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 16:16:21 GMT -5
Quentyn kisses her back, wrapping one arm around her, then looks down at the child, beaming. "Hello, Dagmer." He looks back up at his wife. "Good. Sounded like you've been well. Other than the dead smallfolk." He shrugs. "Not that there's much to do about that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 16:35:46 GMT -5
"It's been bitter cold, Quentyn. I wish we lived farther south, sometimes. But we have so much here. So much more than our ancestors did." She shivers. "How was the East? Did they really have dragons?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 16:43:32 GMT -5
"Just the one. It was...something. As for the East," He shrugs, "Bloody. Gruesome. But we won. And now, you might get to go a bit farther south."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 16:45:50 GMT -5
Lyanna raises an eyebrow. "Why would we go south, Quentyn? Is King Euric having a wedding for one of his children?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 31, 2015 16:50:25 GMT -5
"No, not quite. The king would like me to treat with the Starks and the Lannisters, since I met Joanna Lannister when we pulled in to Lannisport. They're gathered for her wedding at the moment, and I'm to make for Eddard's Rest. You ought to join me. Make me look respectable, instead of like some wandering pirate."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 16:52:09 GMT -5
Lyanna nods, a bit excited despite herself. Presumably the year away had been rather drab and a bit dull. "All right, then." she summons her crowd of new servants and old ones, commanding them to make clothes with the new materials he had brought. "Why are we treating with the Starks? News hasn't had a chance to reach us, with the storms."
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