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The Iron Isles & The Westerlands
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In The Iron Isles,
Dagon Greyjoy prepares for rebellion. He is to call himself King. And as King, he will war with Westeros. Like many of his family have done before him.
However, the houses under him aren’t all united. House Saltcliffe and House Sunderly are at each other’s throats. House Sunderly has taken the life of several of House Saltcliffe- and they also have Lady Dianne Saltcliffe as a hostage.
Dagon’s brother, Karlon, has returned to The Iron Islands and will help his brother rebel.
In The Westerlands,
Houses in The Westerlands are in unrest. They constantly insult House Reyne and pick holes in their ruling. Arthur Reyne has done nothing to silence these voices, yet.
There have been similar happenings in The Westerlands to that of The Riverlands. Places along The Goldroad have been burned down, and innocent inn-goers killed.
Who is doing such a thing?
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House Drumm of Old Wyk
"Silence is a Blessing"
Izack Drumm
- Heir of Old Wyk, the Young Drumm, the Boneless -
Outside the Drumm castle, House Drumm, Old Wyk, the Iron Islands
It is a cold morning in Old Wyk. The Iron Islands always have a cold weather especially in Old Wyk. Izack Drumm also known as "the Boneless" is training himself to fight with a mummy using his dirty techniques and swordfight techniques. He work hard to become one of the best fighters in the Iron Islands. He train and train and train until he got tired of training. He dropped his sword at the ground of grass. The mummy was damaged by the slash of Izack's sword. He inhaled and exhaled as he slowly regains his breath. His sweat was suddenly got dried up because of the cold air."Oh fuck." Izack murmured. He undressed his shirt and uses his shirt as a towel to clean his remaining sweat. It made him shiver as the cold air hits his body. He immediately dressed his wet shirt back and picked his sword. Suddenly, the Drumm guard would approach him. "Sir, Lord Drumm has something to talk to you." The guard said. "Is it urgent?" Izack questioned the guard. "Yes, sir." The guard said. Izack would nod at the guard and head straight to the castle.
Lord Durant Drumm
- Lord of Old Wyk, the Drumm, Captain of the Thunderer, Head of House Drumm -
Inside the Castle Drumm, House Drumm, Old Wyk, the Iron Islands- Lord of Old Wyk, the Drumm, Captain of the Thunderer, Head of House Drumm -
Lord Durant Drumm was sitting on his chair, his expression at the moment is mixed with anger and sorrow, he is thinking about what he is going to do after reading Darius' letter. He was thinking to help his bestfriend's son from House Sunderly who murdered Durant's childhood friends in cold-blood. The father Serpent and the mother Serpent are no more, the Iron Serpent rises and is hungry for revenge against the wicked drowned man with three fishes and then his son Izack entered.
"Good morning, father." Izack replied. "Good morning, son. Where have you been?" Lord Durant questioned his son. "I was at the field, practicing my fighting skills. Why did you call me, father?" Izack asked. Lord Durant would extend his right arm, giving the letter to his son Izack. "What's this?" Izack asked. "Read it, Izack." Izack would remove the red ribbon and would open the letter. It reveals that it is a Saltcliffe letter coming from the new Lord of Saltcliffe, Lord Darius Saltcliffe, the Iron Serpent. Izack would begin to read the letter.
To the Lords of all Ironborn houses,
It is a great tragedy to House Saltcliffe. Lord Ralf Saltcliffe and Lady Rina Saltcliffe née Merlyn have been murdered cold-blood by House Sunderly. The Sunderlys have declared war against House Saltcliffe for an act of aggression against their comrades. Today, House Saltcliffe has its new lord, I, Darius Saltcliffe, the Iron Serpent, is the new lord of Saltcliffe. All Ironborn houses, join me to destroy House Sunderly for attacking a fellow Ironborn house. They betrayed their own, they must face the consequences. They must.. fear the serpent.
Truly yours,
Lord Darius Saltliffe
Lord of Saltcliffe
"The Iron Serpent"
Lord Darius Saltliffe
Lord of Saltcliffe
"The Iron Serpent"
"Holy fuck. Lord Ralf and Lady Rina.. are dead? By those fucking Sunderlys?!" Izack said in an angry tone. "Father, they were one the nicest and yet strongest people I've ever known and I have known them since I was a child! We should join the war against Sunderlys! How dare they murdered them, father!" Izack said. Lord Durant would look at his son, "I would like to declare against this fucks, son, but rumors have it that Lord Dagon is coming back to the Iron Islands and this war might not happen if Dagon stopped them." Lord Durant replied. "So what, father? That motherfucking Dagon isn't here in the Iron Islands and wouldn't always be here. They're just fucking rumors!" Izack said."Watch your mouth, son, Lord Dagon is beloved by all of Ironborn, remember when we killed all of those mainlanders in the Westerlands? He's the one who orchestrated this plan so that we will prove to the mainlanders that Ironborn doesn't fuck with anybody. That''s why they loved them." Durant said. "I know, father but.. for the sake of our closest friends, House Saltcliffe treats us like family and we treat them like family also, you know that!" Izack said. Lord Durant is somehow convinced by his son's words but if the famous Lord Dagon Greyjoy is back then it would be risky to join someone's war but like his son Izack said, Dagon haven't arrived, yet. "Prepare our men, Izack, half our men would go with us while the rest stays here. I will tell your brother Dunstan to hold the castle while we're away but first let me write the respond letter." Durant said with a smirk. "Sure, father." Izack smiled to his father and left the castle to rally half of the Drumm men.
To Lord Darius Saltcliffe,
Lord Darius, the Iron Serpent. My son. Personally, I apologize that your father and mother were murdered in the hands by those Sunderly fucks. They were considered one of my closest friends on my entire life. Son, I've heard rumors that you are going to war against those fucks, it's spreading like wildfire here in Old Wyk, and what I've heard from the other houses, the rumor has been spread across the Iron Islands. There's another rumor that Lord Dagon Greyjoy is back but I don't believe what the Ironborn people here in Old Wyk have said. I, Lord Durant Drumm, the head of House Drumm, will join you in your war against those fucking piece of shit. Our military alliance have been around for almost sixty years started by your grandfather and my father. Me and my son Izack will meet you by sunset with the half of our men. Silence is a blessing, Darius.
Truly yours,
Lord Durant Drumm
Lord Durant Drumm
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Near the beaches of Old Wyk, House Drumm military camp, Old Wyk, the Iron Islands
The fresh air of the seas makes Izack feel relaxed and comfortable. Izack Drumm was approaching to the military camp and he noticed that his younger brother Dunstan Drumm were training new Ironborn recruits for House Drumm, there were clank and clash sounds. Izack coughed at his brother Dunstan. Dunstan stopped and turned to his brother Izack. "Oh, Izack, you're here eh." Dunstan replied. "Yes, brother, we're going to war." Izack said in an urgent tone. "Wait. What war?" Dunstan questioned his brother. "We're going to war against House Sunderly, brother." Izack said. "So, the rumors of House Saltcliffe and House Sunderly are true? Is Lord Ralf and Lady Rina are dead?" Dunstan asked. Izack just nodded, "Just prepare the men, Dunstan, now!"
Dunstan Drumm would push the bell, alerting the soldiers of House Drumm. The soldiers would quickly rally and does their formation. Lord Durant Drumm would finally arrive at the military camp after writing the response letter to the Iron Serpent. Lord Durant would stand as his sons Izack and Dunstan are beside him.
His speech would start, "Men, today we're going to war but first, I know all of you that we haven't go to war for ten years, some of you are experienced and some of you may not. Today, we're going to help our allies, the Saltcliffes in their war against Sunderly!" All of his soldiers were murmuring. "Those Sunderly fucks have killed Lord Ralf Saltcliffe and Lady Rina Saltcliffe, a fellow ironborn. Do you all agree that these fucks killed a fellow ironborn?!" all of the soldiers would shout no. "Then we fuck them! We will kill the traitors like they kill a fellow Ironborn! Silence is a blessing!" and all of the soldiers would shout the motto of House Drumm. Silence is a blessing. Izack would shout, "Those who are experienced, wants to fight, come with me, those who are pussies will stay here. You heard the Lord, go to the ships now! We sail to Saltcliffe!" all of the men who are experienced and wants to fight would go to Izack.
"Father, you haven't informed me." Dunstan said. "I apologize, son, but you are training new recruits, I don't want to disturb you while you are on duty." Lord Durant said. Dunstan sigh. "Am I going with you?" Dunstan asked his father. "No, stay here, you will be the acting Lord while me and your brother Izack are in Saltcliffe. I gave you the full responsibility, I trust you, son." Lord Durant would hug his son as Dunstan sigh. Lord Durant would go to his ship, Thunderer. And they set sail to eastern Saltcliffe where the lands of House Saltcliffe currently control. There are over 6 Drumm ships and 500 experienced Ironborn are aboard.
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House Saltcliffe of Saltcliffe
"Fear the Serpent"
Lord Darius Saltcliffe
- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
The spring season in Saltcliffe is always a breathtaking and yet is a nice morning in eastern Saltcliffe, where the lands of House Saltcliffe resides, the new Lord of Saltcliffe, Darius Saltcliffe, also known as the "Iron Serpent" has been already awake due to the fact that he and his high-ranking men have a plan to seize the lands of House Sunderly which is located in western Saltcliffe island and destroy their neighboring house once and for all, for killing Lord Ralf Saltcliffe and Lady Rina Saltcliffe in cold blood by Sunderly soldiers in the orders of Lord Sunderly. Darius was eager to have his vengeance against the Sunderlys for the sake of his family. He knew that the Sunderly army is somehow strong and prepared to fight the battle-hardened Saltcliffe army due to the fact that the Sunderlys have been building their army prior to the Ironborn attacks in the Westerlands, that's the reason why House Sunderly didn't join the Ironborn attack that was launched by House Greyjoy, the overlords of the Iron Islands which Darius soon realized why they didn't accept Dagon's call when the war against the mainlanders of the Westerlands was ongoing at that time.
The advisor of House Saltcliffe approached to Lord Darius. "Good morning, my lord." The advisor would bow to the Iron Serpent. Darius would respond back by saying, "Good morning, my advisor. Is Alyce still asleep?" the Iron Serpent asked his advisor. "Yes, my lord." the advisor responded positively. "Where's Drax?" Darius asked again. "He's in the military camp, my lord, training with the new recruits to fight against House Sunderly." the advisor responded however Darius noticed that the advisor was holding the letter. "What's that? A letter?" Darius asked. "Yes, my lord, here is the letter from Lord Durant Drumm, they responded after you've sent ravens to the Ironborn houses about you being the new lord of House Saltcliffe. The message seems important, my lord." The advisor would extend his right arm, giving the letter to Lord Darius Saltcliffe. Darius would remove the red ribbon and would open the letter. He would then read the letter.
To Lord Darius Saltcliffe,
The Iron Serpent. My son. Personally, I apologize that your father and mother were murdered in the hands by those Sunderly fucks. They were considered one of my closest friends on my entire life. Son, I've heard rumors that you are going to war against those fucks, it's spreading like wildfire here in Old Wyk, and what I've heard from the other houses, the rumor has been spread across the Iron Islands. There's another rumor that Lord Dagon Greyjoy is back but I don't believe what the Ironborn people here in Old Wyk have said I, Lord Durant Drumm, the head of House Drumm, will join you in your war against those fucking piece of shit. Our military alliance have been around for almost sixty years started by your grandfather and my father. Me and my son Izack will meet you tomorrow with the half of our men. Silence is a blessing.
Truly yours,
Lord Durant Drumm
Lord Durant Drumm
After reading the letter. Darius was smiling as he puts the Drumm letter on his pocket. They were one of the only Ironborn house to respond Darius' letter. The nine-headed serpent and the bone hand have a strong relationship for almost sixty years, the two Houses were considered one of the most strongest Ironborn houses in Westeros. Darius looks at his advisor, "At last, Lord Durant and his son Izack, including their men are going to Saltcliffe to help us destroy House Sunderly. Those fucks doesn't know who they messing with. They've just provoked the serpent. No one fucks with the serpent." The advisor looked at him in silence. "My lord, I'm not sure if Dagon and his councilors would not be happy if one of his bannermen are fighting each other with bloodshed, plus there's rumors that Lord Dagon is back." the maester replied. "Fuck Dagon and his councilors and I don't give a single fuck if Dagon is back. Those fucking Sunderlys killed my parents, the Sunderlys killed the leaders of the serpent! No one will mess with my plan!" Darius said in his anger tone as his vengeance against House Sunderly consumes him, after a moment, he calms himself down, "You're dismissed, I need a fresh air." the advisor bows at Darius and would left the scene. Darius would go outside the balcony just to smell the fresh cold air of the Iron Islands. He thinks that the Ironborn men of House Drumm would arrive by sunset led by Lord Durant Drumm and Izack Drumm and yet he would still wait for House Merlyn's response as Lord Merlyn's sister was murdered in cold-blood (
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Dianne Saltcliffe
Inside House Sunderly's dungeon
Dianne sat alone in a cell, she wasn't sure how long she has been there. It seemed like an eternity since her parents were killed. Her body shook by anger and grief. Her memories fueling those emotions. Of when House Sunderly stormed their home, as they slaughtered their way through what was garrisoned at their home. As they fought her father and killed him before they killed her mother. She struggled and fought, but there were simply too many of them and she just had too little experience. She had to get out of captivity, but she nowhere to go. For now.
Besides those memories, a fear started to creep up. She didn't know what happened to her brothers. Are they still alive? Do they know what happened and do they know where she is? Or will it be too late for them to save her.
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Inside House Sunderly's dungeon
Dianne sat alone in a cell, she wasn't sure how long she has been there. It seemed like an eternity since her parents were killed. Her body shook by anger and grief. Her memories fueling those emotions. Of when House Sunderly stormed their home, as they slaughtered their way through what was garrisoned at their home. As they fought her father and killed him before they killed her mother. She struggled and fought, but there were simply too many of them and she just had too little experience. She had to get out of captivity, but she nowhere to go. For now.
Besides those memories, a fear started to creep up. She didn't know what happened to her brothers. Are they still alive? Do they know what happened and do they know where she is? Or will it be too late for them to save her.
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Hokage
Dark Hokage
Approaching the shores of Saltcliffe, Saltcliffe, the Iron Islands
The father and the son thought they would arrive on Saltcliffe by sunset but they are wrong, it's just in late afternoon and the fresh air was great although in their perspective, they could see the two islands from west and east, the west is the Pyke island and the east is the Saltcliffe island. The Drumm fleet would change their direction to the right side, heading to Saltcliffe.
Ten minutes later, Lord Durant Drumm and Izack Drumm have now seen the beaches of Saltcliffe as the Drumm fleet is approaching to the shores of Saltcliffe. "Men! Prepare to embark!" Lord Durant shouted. Minutes later, the Drumm fleet would embark on the beaches of Saltcliffe. The Drumm banner on their ships would be windy. Lord Durant Drumm, Izack Drumm, and other 250 experienced Ironborn would jump out from their ship and landed on the ground of a wet black sand. They would wait until the Iron Serpent arrives. What a late afternoon for House Drumm.
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The father and the son thought they would arrive on Saltcliffe by sunset but they are wrong, it's just in late afternoon and the fresh air was great although in their perspective, they could see the two islands from west and east, the west is the Pyke island and the east is the Saltcliffe island. The Drumm fleet would change their direction to the right side, heading to Saltcliffe.
Ten minutes later, Lord Durant Drumm and Izack Drumm have now seen the beaches of Saltcliffe as the Drumm fleet is approaching to the shores of Saltcliffe. "Men! Prepare to embark!" Lord Durant shouted. Minutes later, the Drumm fleet would embark on the beaches of Saltcliffe. The Drumm banner on their ships would be windy. Lord Durant Drumm, Izack Drumm, and other 250 experienced Ironborn would jump out from their ship and landed on the ground of a wet black sand. They would wait until the Iron Serpent arrives. What a late afternoon for House Drumm.
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Lord Darius Saltcliffe
- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
Eastern Saltcliffe, House Saltcliffe, the Iron Islands- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
As late afternoon approaches, Lord Darius check on his brother Drax on the Saltcliffe military camp. He noticed how Drax mastered his archery and it is so rare that an Ironborn uses a bow rather than a sword which made Drax unique to the Saltcliffe society. His brother Drax would raise his bow, aiming at the target and releases the arrow which it was a bullseye. Lord Darius would clap at Drax, his brother Drax would turn his attention to him. "You were here at this all time?" Drax said. "Nah, I just got here recently to see what's happening in the camp." Darius continued, "You should be the Hunter Serpent or somethin'.." both of them chuckled. "I'm not experienced in combat, brother, unlike you." Drax said. Darius would chuckle at Drax's remarks.
"None of this would happen if those stupid fucking Sunderlys didn't murder our parents. Why the fuck they do it anyway?" Drax asked his brother. "Because they want to be the only house in this island despite the fact we are the original inhabitants here, stupid 'I'm uncultured' doesn't know history about this island." Darius continued, "Drax, we're gonna save our sister, we all know what's coming to those fucking Sunderlys 'I'm uncultured'." Drax would tap Darius' shoulder and continued his training. Meanwhile, the advisor would urgently approach Lord Darius. "What's with the rush?" Darius asked his advisor. "My lord, the Drumm fleet is coming." his advisor said. "The Drumms? I thought they'll arrive in sunset. Oh well, they're early. Tell all our men to get to their positions for the welcoming party." Darius said. "Right away, my Lord." his advisor said as he bows to Darius. Drax seems heard the conversation between Darius and his advisor. "The Drumms are here?" Drax asked. "Yes, now come with me." Darius replied. Drax would nod and would recruit Ironborn men to escort him and Darius to the beaches.
As Darius, Drax, and the Ironborn men approached the beaches, they would see that six Drumm ships would embarked on the shores of Saltcliffe. Drumm men would jump on their ships, awaiting for their Lord's command. Lord Darius and Drax would see Lord Durant Drumm and his son Izack Drumm jumping on their ship named Thunderer. Lord Darius seems pleased as he saw his father-like and his best buddy joining the war against House Sunderly. "Lord Durant. Izack. Welcome to Saltcliffe."
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Lord Durant Drumm & Izack Drumm
Eastern Saltcliffe
As the Saltcliffe men accompanied by Lord Darius and his brother Drax. Lord Durant would smile as they approached to them. "There they are." Lord Durant said in a Los tone to his son Izack. "It seems Darius changed, father, including Drax. He does looks like Dianne now." Izack chuckled while Lord Durant would shake his head at Izack's remarks about Drax comparing his face to Dianne Saltcliffe.
As the Drumms and the Saltcliffes faced to face with each other. Lord Darius, the Iron Serpent would greet them. Lord Durant chuckled. "Son, no need to be formal, come here." Lord Durant would hug the Iron Serpent and Izack would hug Darius too. "The Iron Serpent. You fucking changed since we met. You look like a true fucking Ironborn leader or some shit." Izack would chuckle at Darius.
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Eastern Saltcliffe
As the Saltcliffe men accompanied by Lord Darius and his brother Drax. Lord Durant would smile as they approached to them. "There they are." Lord Durant said in a Los tone to his son Izack. "It seems Darius changed, father, including Drax. He does looks like Dianne now." Izack chuckled while Lord Durant would shake his head at Izack's remarks about Drax comparing his face to Dianne Saltcliffe.
As the Drumms and the Saltcliffes faced to face with each other. Lord Darius, the Iron Serpent would greet them. Lord Durant chuckled. "Son, no need to be formal, come here." Lord Durant would hug the Iron Serpent and Izack would hug Darius too. "The Iron Serpent. You fucking changed since we met. You look like a true fucking Ironborn leader or some shit." Izack would chuckle at Darius.
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Rysesaka
One Thousand Club
Lord Darius Saltcliffe
- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
Eastern Saltcliffe, House Saltcliffe, the Iron Islands
Lord Darius would chuckle at Lord Durant, as Lord Drumm and his son hugs him, he hugs back. When Izack makes a joke, Darius smirked at him. "That's a nicest compliment you've ever said to me, you fuck." Darius would laugh a bit as he responded to Izack's response. Lord Darius would shift his attention to his brother Drax. "I believe you all remember Drax, he have balls now." Darius said in a joking matter. "Fuck off.." Drax shakes his head at the joke of his brother. Darius would shift his attention back to the Drumms. "Anyway, let's go inside, you can stay your men here, Lord Drumm and try to mingle with my men, heh.." Darius said as he, Drax, and his Ironborn men that escorted the Saltcliffe brothers would head to the Saltcliffe Hall with the Drumm leaders.
"By the way, Lord Drumm, where's Dunstan?" Lord Darius would asked Lord Durant about Dunstan's whereabouts.
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Dark Hokage
Lord Durant Drumm & Izack Drumm
Eastern Saltcliffe
Izack laugh at the response of the Iron Serpent and Lord Durant just chuckled at both. "I remember when you both are children, fucking running and shit and now look at you both. You all are now Ironborn warriors, damn, time goes fast and I'm fucking old." Lord Durant said to Lord Darius and Izack Drumm. Izack would change his tone into a pity one, "Awww, that's the saddest thing I've heard, father." Izack would laugh. "Well, that's true, son, you stupid 'I'm uncultured'." Izack would scratch his head after Lord Durant said to his son.
When Darius shift his attention and tells if Lord Durant and Izack remembers Drax. Lord Durant raises his eyebrows as Drax's appearance changed. When Darius said jokingly about his brother, Lord Durant would chuckle while his son Izack laugh. "That fucking original, Darius." Izack would shift his attention to Drax. "You still look like Dianne though, Drax, no joking." Izack would laugh again.
When Darius asks the Drumms to follow the Saltcliffe brothers and he said to stay his men ready to mingle with their men. Lord Durant and Izack would chuckle at Darius, "You still haven't changed, Darius." and the Drumms would follow the Saltcliffe brothers escorted by Saltcliffe men. When Darius changed the topic about Dunstan's whereabouts. Lord Durant would began to speak to Darius. "He's in Old Wyk right now, I gave him the full responsibility to defend our castle, he's an acting Lord while we're here." Lord Durant said as he walks beside Lord Darius, meanwhile Izack would have a conversation with Drax as they walk with Lord Darius and Lord Durant. Hey Drax, that was a just a fucking joke, no need to be a crybaby."
Rysesaka
Eastern Saltcliffe
Izack laugh at the response of the Iron Serpent and Lord Durant just chuckled at both. "I remember when you both are children, fucking running and shit and now look at you both. You all are now Ironborn warriors, damn, time goes fast and I'm fucking old." Lord Durant said to Lord Darius and Izack Drumm. Izack would change his tone into a pity one, "Awww, that's the saddest thing I've heard, father." Izack would laugh. "Well, that's true, son, you stupid 'I'm uncultured'." Izack would scratch his head after Lord Durant said to his son.
When Darius shift his attention and tells if Lord Durant and Izack remembers Drax. Lord Durant raises his eyebrows as Drax's appearance changed. When Darius said jokingly about his brother, Lord Durant would chuckle while his son Izack laugh. "That fucking original, Darius." Izack would shift his attention to Drax. "You still look like Dianne though, Drax, no joking." Izack would laugh again.
When Darius asks the Drumms to follow the Saltcliffe brothers and he said to stay his men ready to mingle with their men. Lord Durant and Izack would chuckle at Darius, "You still haven't changed, Darius." and the Drumms would follow the Saltcliffe brothers escorted by Saltcliffe men. When Darius changed the topic about Dunstan's whereabouts. Lord Durant would began to speak to Darius. "He's in Old Wyk right now, I gave him the full responsibility to defend our castle, he's an acting Lord while we're here." Lord Durant said as he walks beside Lord Darius, meanwhile Izack would have a conversation with Drax as they walk with Lord Darius and Lord Durant. Hey Drax, that was a just a fucking joke, no need to be a crybaby."
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Lord Darius Saltcliffe
- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
- Lord of Saltcliffe, The Iron Serpent, Captain of the Black Fang -
Eastern Saltcliffe, Saltcliffe, the Iron Islands
When Lord Durant finally respond to Darius' question, the new Lord Darius would just nod at Lord Durant's remarks. "I haven't seen Dunstan since we're in late teens, Lord Drumm. Did his personality changed or just the same like he was used to be?" Lord Darius would question Lord Durant.
Meanwhile to Drax, he scoffs about what Izack said to him. "Since when did I was a crybaby, Izack?" Drax asked Izack while they're walking with the Iron Serpent and the Drumm. The party would now enter the gates of Saltcliffe Hall, the Saltcliffe men were positioned like guards and people were looking at them as the party entered the gates of the Saltcliffe Hall.
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Akio
Lord of Naptime
Dagon Greyjoy
Dagon had forgotten how good the air of the isles tasted. After spending so many of his days in the flowery lands of Essos with colors too bright and scents harsh to the nose with their strangeness and Kings Landing, which just smelled like pigshit, the harsh air of the isles with a stiff breeze behind his sails felt better than he could have described. A grin split across his face as he leaned further against the carved figurehead of his ship, a Kraken with its tendrils reaching back as if grabbing the ship's hull including the one he was leaning against, a position that could be considered precarious but he had been sailing since he was 6 and had no fear of the rocking waves. He could see Pyke growing before him, the landmass stretching across across the horizon as if spreading its arms and welcoming him home. He glanced back seeing his crew running all along the ship preparing to make land. They had been sailing around the south coast of Westeros for a couple months, laden with gold and luxury items taken from the free cities as well as their pick of Thralls and Salt wives. They wished to show the isles their conquests and hear their songs echo throughout tavern halls and enjoy their return to the isles. The last 15 years had been a near constant war and it had brought many of his ironborn to meet the drowned god but even without the Thralls and Salt wives they were more than before.
Many of the younger ironborn boys they took to apprentice on their ships had grown into manhood, proving themselves in battle in Essos and he had picked up several warriors who agreed to serve him and were skilled enough to be worthy of the name Ironborn. There was Irraro Flaeros, a bold sellsword who had once been a captain of the second sons before he had convinced him sailing with the Ironborn would be richer pickings with 3 of his own men, skilled fighters all. Varesso Nahinar, the soft spoked Braavosi Swordsmen who consistently trained against 3 of his fighters at a time, often coming out victorious and was as comfortable on his ship as any man of the iron islands. Silver Tongued Jaehaerys Dalnareon named after King Jaehaerys the first who claimed a Valyrian bloodline with his silver hair and lazy smile. And last but not least on his ship Joquanar Zor, the razor eyed Summer Islander archer who sat in the crow's nest with his Goldenheart bow, able to take out a man at more than 300 paces. Then there were his own Iron Islanders who had followed him from the isles, hero's of the drowned god all who have proven themselves many times over. Ironbellied Alren Shermer, one of the few in his army what could outdrink him who fought drunk more often than not making him a virtual berserker in battle. Callor Pyke, bastard of a cousin of house Volmark who was a fearless sailor who commanded the Swift Victory. Ivarn Hoare one of the most deadly son of the bitch he's ever met and many others. The 15 years in Essos had been fun, but he was happy to be home.
Another man ran up to him, younger and Dagon regarded him with pride. Kayl Pyke, his bastard son who had followed him from the isles as a apprentice and had grown up to a strong boy with broad shoulders from rowing, a doughty fighter in his own right. “Father, were gonna be pulling into Pyke soon.” He said, his voice excited though he tried to keep it subdued and failed. Dagon couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Indeed, were almost home boy, try not to lose yourself in the isles to quickly. We still have work to do. Try and keep the men close at hand for when we have to move.” He said with some soft orders but never less caused the boy to scamper away eagerly. Dagon shook his head but in truth he knew all his men were ready to go back to the isles, they had all been gone to long. Within minutes they were drifting into port, drawing a many a curious eye which was quickly growing to recognition as the older ones spied the design of the ship and Dagon that hung from its ram.
It started as a dull rumble, but quickly grew to a roar of many ironborn cheering, Dagon was well known and well loved throughout the isles but on Pyke itself he was already half a legend, a man who sailed seas far and wide, a warleader who had lead a daring raid on the west, a man who was known in every port. The ironborn greeted his arrival. Dagon jumped off his ship even as they pulled next to the pier and landed with a heavy impact on the deck, managing to keep his feet as he soaked in the cheer and questions around him. He thrived off his people's attention and for now he just soaked it in before he heard running feet and turned his eye too two Greyjoy guards he didn’t recognize who ran up to him and bowed low. Dagon never found much use for kneeling so he spoke out to them in a commanding tone. “Rise will you, Ironborn have no need to kneel to me.” He said and the two would stand, one looking nervous and the other excited. “What are your name lads?” Dagon would question, his voice compelling them to answer almost simultaneously. “Daris Bailer m’lord!” “Evin Peat m’lord.” Dagon would nod his head, marking the names in his memory as he grinned, speaking out once more his voice full of confidence. “Here to escort me to my castle and my lady mother, i plan to invite the isles to celebrate my return, i have brought gifts on conquest to share with my people.” The man who had introduced himself as Daris nodded so eagerly his helm bounced on his head but the other spoke out a little more cautiously. “M’lord Lady Greyjoy is currently handling a situation. House Saltcliffe is on the verge of war with house Sunderly, i was sent here to inform you if you so happened to pull into port. We got news a few hours ago.” He said, giving Dagon pause and his men who were unloading the ship in ear shot also turned regarding the man with some shock. “A few hours ago? Have they attacked already?” Evin shook his head quickly, spitting out an answer even as Dagon turned. “We don’t know m’lord, the letter was simply asking other houses to turn against house Sunderly, m’lord where might you be going.” Dagon ignored him for a moment, instead turning his gaze to Kayl. “Go up to Pyke and tell my mother to rally some long ships and send them after me, as well as send Ravens to the Harlaws and Goodbrothers and ask them to do the same thing as well. Also tell her to send a letter to all houses that i have returned and no action is to take action against house Sunderly without my orders.” Kayl nodded, dropping a crate of gems back on the ship quickly, some spilling out as he turned from the ship with haste. “Yes father!” He would say, moving past him and down the pier, calling for a horse. Dagon fixed his gaze on Evin Peat and Daris Bailer and walked over to two of the spilled gems and tossed them over to the two. Evin caught his while Daris fumbled, dropping the gem and cursing as he was forced to scourge for it for a moment. “Thank you for bringing this information to me, you did well.” He said, turning away from them and looking Callor Pyke. “Cast off with our long ships. Lets see if we can halt this war before it begins.” He said and within moments his crew was making preparations to cast off, the order being passed on ship to ship to rise them all into action. It seems his work wasn’t done yet.
Dagon had forgotten how good the air of the isles tasted. After spending so many of his days in the flowery lands of Essos with colors too bright and scents harsh to the nose with their strangeness and Kings Landing, which just smelled like pigshit, the harsh air of the isles with a stiff breeze behind his sails felt better than he could have described. A grin split across his face as he leaned further against the carved figurehead of his ship, a Kraken with its tendrils reaching back as if grabbing the ship's hull including the one he was leaning against, a position that could be considered precarious but he had been sailing since he was 6 and had no fear of the rocking waves. He could see Pyke growing before him, the landmass stretching across across the horizon as if spreading its arms and welcoming him home. He glanced back seeing his crew running all along the ship preparing to make land. They had been sailing around the south coast of Westeros for a couple months, laden with gold and luxury items taken from the free cities as well as their pick of Thralls and Salt wives. They wished to show the isles their conquests and hear their songs echo throughout tavern halls and enjoy their return to the isles. The last 15 years had been a near constant war and it had brought many of his ironborn to meet the drowned god but even without the Thralls and Salt wives they were more than before.
Many of the younger ironborn boys they took to apprentice on their ships had grown into manhood, proving themselves in battle in Essos and he had picked up several warriors who agreed to serve him and were skilled enough to be worthy of the name Ironborn. There was Irraro Flaeros, a bold sellsword who had once been a captain of the second sons before he had convinced him sailing with the Ironborn would be richer pickings with 3 of his own men, skilled fighters all. Varesso Nahinar, the soft spoked Braavosi Swordsmen who consistently trained against 3 of his fighters at a time, often coming out victorious and was as comfortable on his ship as any man of the iron islands. Silver Tongued Jaehaerys Dalnareon named after King Jaehaerys the first who claimed a Valyrian bloodline with his silver hair and lazy smile. And last but not least on his ship Joquanar Zor, the razor eyed Summer Islander archer who sat in the crow's nest with his Goldenheart bow, able to take out a man at more than 300 paces. Then there were his own Iron Islanders who had followed him from the isles, hero's of the drowned god all who have proven themselves many times over. Ironbellied Alren Shermer, one of the few in his army what could outdrink him who fought drunk more often than not making him a virtual berserker in battle. Callor Pyke, bastard of a cousin of house Volmark who was a fearless sailor who commanded the Swift Victory. Ivarn Hoare one of the most deadly son of the bitch he's ever met and many others. The 15 years in Essos had been fun, but he was happy to be home.
Another man ran up to him, younger and Dagon regarded him with pride. Kayl Pyke, his bastard son who had followed him from the isles as a apprentice and had grown up to a strong boy with broad shoulders from rowing, a doughty fighter in his own right. “Father, were gonna be pulling into Pyke soon.” He said, his voice excited though he tried to keep it subdued and failed. Dagon couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Indeed, were almost home boy, try not to lose yourself in the isles to quickly. We still have work to do. Try and keep the men close at hand for when we have to move.” He said with some soft orders but never less caused the boy to scamper away eagerly. Dagon shook his head but in truth he knew all his men were ready to go back to the isles, they had all been gone to long. Within minutes they were drifting into port, drawing a many a curious eye which was quickly growing to recognition as the older ones spied the design of the ship and Dagon that hung from its ram.
It started as a dull rumble, but quickly grew to a roar of many ironborn cheering, Dagon was well known and well loved throughout the isles but on Pyke itself he was already half a legend, a man who sailed seas far and wide, a warleader who had lead a daring raid on the west, a man who was known in every port. The ironborn greeted his arrival. Dagon jumped off his ship even as they pulled next to the pier and landed with a heavy impact on the deck, managing to keep his feet as he soaked in the cheer and questions around him. He thrived off his people's attention and for now he just soaked it in before he heard running feet and turned his eye too two Greyjoy guards he didn’t recognize who ran up to him and bowed low. Dagon never found much use for kneeling so he spoke out to them in a commanding tone. “Rise will you, Ironborn have no need to kneel to me.” He said and the two would stand, one looking nervous and the other excited. “What are your name lads?” Dagon would question, his voice compelling them to answer almost simultaneously. “Daris Bailer m’lord!” “Evin Peat m’lord.” Dagon would nod his head, marking the names in his memory as he grinned, speaking out once more his voice full of confidence. “Here to escort me to my castle and my lady mother, i plan to invite the isles to celebrate my return, i have brought gifts on conquest to share with my people.” The man who had introduced himself as Daris nodded so eagerly his helm bounced on his head but the other spoke out a little more cautiously. “M’lord Lady Greyjoy is currently handling a situation. House Saltcliffe is on the verge of war with house Sunderly, i was sent here to inform you if you so happened to pull into port. We got news a few hours ago.” He said, giving Dagon pause and his men who were unloading the ship in ear shot also turned regarding the man with some shock. “A few hours ago? Have they attacked already?” Evin shook his head quickly, spitting out an answer even as Dagon turned. “We don’t know m’lord, the letter was simply asking other houses to turn against house Sunderly, m’lord where might you be going.” Dagon ignored him for a moment, instead turning his gaze to Kayl. “Go up to Pyke and tell my mother to rally some long ships and send them after me, as well as send Ravens to the Harlaws and Goodbrothers and ask them to do the same thing as well. Also tell her to send a letter to all houses that i have returned and no action is to take action against house Sunderly without my orders.” Kayl nodded, dropping a crate of gems back on the ship quickly, some spilling out as he turned from the ship with haste. “Yes father!” He would say, moving past him and down the pier, calling for a horse. Dagon fixed his gaze on Evin Peat and Daris Bailer and walked over to two of the spilled gems and tossed them over to the two. Evin caught his while Daris fumbled, dropping the gem and cursing as he was forced to scourge for it for a moment. “Thank you for bringing this information to me, you did well.” He said, turning away from them and looking Callor Pyke. “Cast off with our long ships. Lets see if we can halt this war before it begins.” He said and within moments his crew was making preparations to cast off, the order being passed on ship to ship to rise them all into action. It seems his work wasn’t done yet.
Whisker
Damnation Dignified
House Harlaw
"Reap Havoc, Reap Devastation"
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Lord Siddgeir Harlaw was clad all in iron as he swept up the great hall and ascended the raised dais. His brother Sigfried “Silverhair”, the named master of Harlaw Hall, was quick behind him, his dour face even more grim than usual. He had a pair of raven scrolls crushed between his meaty fists.
"Reap Havoc, Reap Devastation"
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“Saltcliffe won’t miss his chance to attack,” the latter growled as he dumped his bulk into the seat positioned at Siddgeir’s left hand. “Sunderly has yet to call their banners. They’re as vulnerable as they’ve ever been.”
“Yet by all reports, Lord Sunderly has Dianne Saltcliffe as a hostage. It seems to me he thinks that the new Lord Saltcliffe will be unwilling to gamble with his sister’s life.”
Sigfried snorted. “She’s a woman. Ironborn, but a bloody woman nevertheless. Sunderly’s a damned fool if he thinks to use her as a meatshield against someone like the Iron Serpent.”
Siddgeir was inclined to agree with his brother’s logic. While Dianne Saltcliff could possibly prevent the Iron Serpent from dispensing immediate justice for the betrayal of Ralf and Rina, the Sunderly’s could not hope to prevent the Serpent from turning the other houses against them. Not for the first time, Lord Siddgeir found himself wondering if all the brains in that fat bastard Sunderly’s head had turned to mush. Banging his flask on the table, he waited until a thrall scurried over and refilled his ale before drinking deeply and considering the next scroll that had arrived just a few hours after.
“So, Dagon has returned?”
“Aye. I’ve known Dagon Greyjoy since he was a whelp. They’re his words right enough.”
“And?”
The Silverhair’s mouth twisted.
“He’s calling his banners in a manner o’ speaking. My man at Pyke tells me he sent a raven to Goodbrother as well. Wants us all to meet him offshore of Saltcliffe with as many boats and men as we can muster before the tide.”
Siddgeir once more found himself able to read his brother’s thoughts on the matter.
“He wants to find a way to head off the conflict before it explodes.”
Sigfried nodded then shook his head in irritation.
“He’s a fucking Greyjoy. And his royal ass has been parading around Essos for far too long; the older crowd love him, aye, but the young whelps run wild as sharks sniffing the scent of blood. I’m willing to bet a new pair of boots that Greyjoy’s wants – no, needs – to consolidate his power by taking Saltcliffe and Sunderly head on.”
It was the Reaper’s turn to be amused.
“But he’s a fraction too late. If he tries to stop them both now, they’ll implode upon him as surely as a festering wound kills its host – along with more than a few of their sister houses.”
Siddgeir closed his eyes for a moment, the smile fading from his rugged features soon afterwards. He was thinking, thinking of the possibilities and their impact upon his House in the years to come. Finally, he sat forward and pushed the tankard of ale from before him.
“How many ships do we have in port that are seaworthy and crewed by dependable men?”
“Thirty at least,” grunted Siddgeir. “Ten are down for repairs after the last storm. We can write to Greygarden and Glimmering to make up the difference. Your Reaper’s Joy is ready to sail at your command.”
“Good.”
But before he could give the order to prepare all ships to get underway, Sigfried’s smile wavered. Catching the out of character display, Siddgeir raised his eyebrows.
“There is other news. The Dreadhawk and five other longships were sighted three days out from Old Wyk.”
Siddgeir’s face turned to slow granite at the news. If he is that close, that could only mean …
“My son is coming home.”
My son.
He rose from the black stone chair that served as his personal seat. Drawing his cloak around him, he started towards the door that lead to the arching causeway to the Mooring Tower. Just before he exited, he gave his brother one final command.
“Have a raven sent to him. Merryk will be present at Saltcliffe.”
Yarrow
Senior Member
Gwyn GreyjoyThe old Lady was pacing through the long smoky hall of the Great Keep. Since her husbands passing and the departure of her son, Gwyn Greyjoy, née Goodbrother, had been ruling the Iron Islands, but now there was trouble ahead. Sunderly and Saltcliffe are at each other's throats. She didn't really know what to do, because she understands the quick actions of Saltcliffe to let Sunderly pay for the actions, but she couldn't risk a civil war. A young boy stormed into the hall and made a quick bow "M'lady, I bring a message from my father Dagon Greyjoy.." For a moment Gwyn was in shock, her son Dagon Greyjoy had returned, which she already knew, but he had also the courage to send a bastard son of him to his mother, "Speak, child" she said to the boy sternly. The boy looked at her and spoke "Dagon wants you to send words to all lords of the Iron Islands that he has returned, and that several longships are prepared to follow Dagon to Saltcliffe, and that there are messages send to house Harlaw and Goodbrother to do the same and come to Saltcliffe" Gwyn nodded "You can go back now to the harbor boy, prepare the longships yourself" then she turned to several servants "Write this down.." she waited a few moments so the servants could fetch some parchment "..Lords of the Iron Islands, your beloved Reaper Dagon Greyjoy has returned home after his voyage. He insists that no House shall take actions against House Sunderly until he said so" She looked angrily at a servant who let a bottle of ink fall on the ground "You little brat, go away and send in two other servants who can write" When the other servants arrive she continued "One to Goodbrother and one to Harlaw.. Lord, Your Lord Dagon Greyjoy requests you to prepare several Longships to join him on Saltcliffe to prevent a possible civil war. He had specially asked for you because of your praised loyalty and good bond with Pyke.. and add some of that other shit" Then she looked out of the window "Send out the ravens now"
Greydon GoodbrotherGreydon read the letter from his mother and smiled, both letters were very interesting and fun news. The returning of a good friend and the possibility of having a good fight. The lord of Great Wyk looked at his son. Two boys from nearly the same age, one born by his rockwife and one by his saltwife, sadly the bastard had been the strong one and his heir the weak. "Theon, you stay here to manage the castle in our absence, you Ravos will prepare not some long ships to sail to our cousin Dagon" Both boys nodded and when Greydon departed to prepare himself both were busy with their task.
It was a great feeling to be at sea again. It would take them some time to sail to Saltcliffe, but Greydon didn't mind.
Akio
Greydon GoodbrotherGreydon read the letter from his mother and smiled, both letters were very interesting and fun news. The returning of a good friend and the possibility of having a good fight. The lord of Great Wyk looked at his son. Two boys from nearly the same age, one born by his rockwife and one by his saltwife, sadly the bastard had been the strong one and his heir the weak. "Theon, you stay here to manage the castle in our absence, you Ravos will prepare not some long ships to sail to our cousin Dagon" Both boys nodded and when Greydon departed to prepare himself both were busy with their task.
It was a great feeling to be at sea again. It would take them some time to sail to Saltcliffe, but Greydon didn't mind.
Akio
Mion
Always Tired
Karlon Greyjoy
Location: Aboard the 'Lady Betha'
Karlon sat in the captains quarters of the flagship of the Iron Fleet, his prized possession, the 'Lady Betha' named after his beloved wife Betha Greyjoy nee Harlaw. The ship was even larger than those in the Iron Fleet, and even those were three times larger than the standard longship of the Iron Isles. On his sails were a golden kraken, with its tendrils holding a golden scythe, a large ram was attached to the front of the ship. The ship was more akin to the war dromonds of the greenlanders to traditional iron born vessel. Location: Aboard the 'Lady Betha'
The book 'The Nine Voyages' written by Maester Mathis of the citadel was opened on a worn wooden desk, with a reading lamp lit set resting beside it. Laying under the table was a pile of various other books, among the many included 'The Edge of the World' by Maester Balder and 'Fire Upon the Grass' a chronicle of the Bravossi adventurer Terrio Erastes. Karlon himself sat in a lightly furnished seat, the entire room had a hint of luxury to it, but not overly so that it contrasted the rest of the ship, there was no alcohol in the room, the only liquid to be found was a flagon of water on the same wooden table. As the fire in the lamp began to die there was a knock on the door to the chambers.
"Aye. What is it?" Karlon spoke in a neutral tone as he stood up from his seat. The door was swiftly opened by a young man by the name of Longwater One-Ear, he had only recently joined the crew but had quickly became popular among the men. "It be yer brother cap'ain. Lord Dagon has returned." Karlon paused for a moment, silently pondering to himself. "Has he now?..." Karlon responded rhetorically, although Longwater was not quick enough to pick up on that, in fact Longwater was rarely quick enough to pick up on anything. "Aye he has cap'ain, he be sailing to Saltcliffe as we speak. Lords be sayin' he goin' to settle the dispute of some other lords, I didna catch who." Karlon nodded, Ahh, that must be the Saltcliffes and Sunderlys... Karlon thought to himself, it definitely sounded like Dagon to do something like that.
"Will we be meetin' him there cap'ain?" Longwater asked eagerly, showing his naivety, the stupid lad wanted a chance to jump into battle again not watch his Lord settle a dispute. "No, we won't. It isn't any of our business lad." Karlon spoke bluntly, if he was going to get involved in that conflict he would have done so already. As Longwater spoke again Karlon ignored him, instead he made his way out of the captains quarters out onto his ship. "Alright men, time to head home! We change course to Pyke!" Karlon yelled his command, some men looked confused while others simply nodded in understanding. Karlon looked back at Longwater, the lad had an exasperated look on his face. Karlon approached him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Fret not, I have a feeling the time for battle will come sooner rather than later. Put your strength into sailing until then." And with a pat to the side of his head Karlon went back to his quarters to take a drink of water before heading out to help his men sail.
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TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
Burton Sunderly
( At Sunderly )
The winter had yet to yield to Spring on his island of Saltcliffe. The sky was grey, and its air was like ice.
Lord Burton Sunderly basked in it.
The cold makes me feel less old than I am.
He clung to his walking stick. Made with sycamore wood, and wearing a handle of iron. “Today’s day will bring an end to tyranny, boy.” Burton spoke. You could tell his age by listening to the voice his larynx let out.
He leaned against the breccia wall of his balcony.
“Bring her to me.” He spoke. He tilted his head to stare at his son with the side of his eye. “Bring… who?” His son asked.
Burton threw his walking stick at the boy. “Who do you think, boy? Your slut? Your sister? The Drowned God HIMSELF!?”
His son blinked.
“The Saltcliffe whore. Bring her to me!”
“Oh. Right away, father.” His son rushed out of the room before something else was hurled at him. Stupid boy. Burton grumbled. He brings shame to his name. I should've called him Dunce instead of Dagon.
Burton limped over to where his walking stick lay. He picked it up and used it prop himself up. He had to look menacing in-front of the girl. Mean and menacing. He pulled a handkerchief from pocket and spat in it. His phlegm was a horrendous green, with blood mixed in. I’m dying. He thought to himself as he stumbled back and sat on a stool by the door that led to the balcony.
I won’t see the next winter.
His eyes watered, but he quickly brushed any resemblance of a tear away. But I will find this island mine before I take my most final and most bitterest breath. He swore. Saltcliffe will be rid of Saltcliffes. And WE shall reign.
He closed his eyes.
I pray to The Drowned God. I pray that you listen to my wish and give me what I ask. Give me this island, and then give me a gracious death. Give me strength. Give me such strength as Dagon Greyjoy. The most Ironborn man I have ever served.
His eyes opened.
“What is dead may never die.” He whispered. Before he coughed into the handkerchief.
His son, Dagon, arrived almost an hour later with the whore in hand.
“Here she is, father.” He spoke.
Burton stood up, “Lady Dianne.”
She doused him with a look of disgust.
“How are you?” He asked, half-joking.
He used his walking stick to walk towards the crumbling fireplace. What was in it; Burton wouldn’t even call a fire. It was more a single flame.
He placed his free hand against the fireplace and watched the flame. Awaiting a response from the whore.
Donder172
Three Thousand Club
Dianne Saltcliffe
Dianne looks at Burton with a bitter hatred and disgust as she was brought to him by his son. A fire visable in her eyes, yet a sense grief as well. Her hands struggles against the bounds. "I am doing fine, your hospitality is most appriciated." Dianne said with drippling sarcasm. She didn't well at all, part of her wants to grab him by the throat and strangle him to death, the other part wants to break down in tears. Yet she still hope that her brother came to free her. But all she could do now is try to find a way to escape or wait for House Saltcliffe to begin a retaliation on House Sunderly.
TheFordee20
Dianne looks at Burton with a bitter hatred and disgust as she was brought to him by his son. A fire visable in her eyes, yet a sense grief as well. Her hands struggles against the bounds. "I am doing fine, your hospitality is most appriciated." Dianne said with drippling sarcasm. She didn't well at all, part of her wants to grab him by the throat and strangle him to death, the other part wants to break down in tears. Yet she still hope that her brother came to free her. But all she could do now is try to find a way to escape or wait for House Saltcliffe to begin a retaliation on House Sunderly.
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Math
Ancient Chinese Warlord Batman
Rhaegon Brightflame
Bickering lords, foolish they were. While they're at each others necks, Dagon would already be preparing to stop their conflict. Most of the bystanders of the realm were unaligned to the conflict or unknowing of Dagon's plans, but Rhaegon did not have empty pockets. 'Informants', weren't cheap, but they were affordable. Rhaegon Rhaegon wasn't a good talker, but he planned to get in the conflicts of the Iron Islands somehow. Licking Dagon's boots would not be pleasurable, but it'd be worth it to fuck a few wives and kill some Lannisters. He walked through the slimmer streets of Pyke, Dagon would surely be up ahead. Reavers and Guards were already filling the roads, walking to local barracks' to answer their king's call. There were Essosi mercenaries too, holding strange weapons and very ornate armor. Rhaegon looked up at the tall castle of Pyke, it wasn't as magnificent as the Eyrie, or Casterly Rock, but it must've been much bigger than most castles in the Iron Islands.
Rhaegon stepped into the tavern, it was almost night, but there'd probably be enough time to stop by and buy something nice. He threw a coin at the Tavern Keeper,
"What can that buy?"
"Mayhaps a piglet and a drink."
"I'll have that."
The Tavern Keeper filled a cup with Volantene Wine without asking Rhaegon, and slid it across the table where it stopped in front of Rhaegon. Rhaegon took it and devoured the contents of the entire cup in one foul gulp, before waiting a few minutes for the piglet. The piglet drowned in sauce, but at least the salt was on spot. Rhaegon ate, deciding that taverns in the Islands were mediocre, and continued to the castle.
"Food isn't what I'm here for."
Dagon was undoubtedly going to be unpredictable, Rhaegon had never encountered an Iron Islander in his time as a mercenary, nor at his time at the Vale. Dagon seemed an experienced man, but there'd be no way to know what he'd see Rhaegon as. Rumors and stories of the Iron Islands had always depicted them as strong experienced warriors, and the best sealords in the world, but with the organization they had right now, there would be no way they'd compete against House Blackfyre.
"Oi Sam, you heard what they're doing to that Saltcliffe in Sunderly?"
"She's a noblewoman, they won't do shit!"
Rhaegon was curious, was this the supposed minor 'conflict' in the Iron Isles that he'd heard about? Surely they wouldn't be doing anything harsh, what would the houses even be doing?
"What's this fight you men are discussing?"
"Nothing your kind should know, M'lord." The man said back, condescendingly.
"I'm sure I'll find out, either way."
Rhaegon went on his way to meet Dagon. One of the courtiers would be sure to inform him of the bitterness between House Sunderly, and House Saltcliffe. Rhaegon stood outside the castle gates, anxiously waiting to take an audience with Dagon, knowing his skill with talking, the guards probably wouldn't even let him in.
"I seek to talk with Dagon Greyjoy."
The guards looked at each other for a split moment, before breaking off into laughter.
"Good luck with that,"
It seemed Rhaegon needed to approach differently.
Bickering lords, foolish they were. While they're at each others necks, Dagon would already be preparing to stop their conflict. Most of the bystanders of the realm were unaligned to the conflict or unknowing of Dagon's plans, but Rhaegon did not have empty pockets. 'Informants', weren't cheap, but they were affordable. Rhaegon Rhaegon wasn't a good talker, but he planned to get in the conflicts of the Iron Islands somehow. Licking Dagon's boots would not be pleasurable, but it'd be worth it to fuck a few wives and kill some Lannisters. He walked through the slimmer streets of Pyke, Dagon would surely be up ahead. Reavers and Guards were already filling the roads, walking to local barracks' to answer their king's call. There were Essosi mercenaries too, holding strange weapons and very ornate armor. Rhaegon looked up at the tall castle of Pyke, it wasn't as magnificent as the Eyrie, or Casterly Rock, but it must've been much bigger than most castles in the Iron Islands.
Rhaegon stepped into the tavern, it was almost night, but there'd probably be enough time to stop by and buy something nice. He threw a coin at the Tavern Keeper,
"What can that buy?"
"Mayhaps a piglet and a drink."
"I'll have that."
The Tavern Keeper filled a cup with Volantene Wine without asking Rhaegon, and slid it across the table where it stopped in front of Rhaegon. Rhaegon took it and devoured the contents of the entire cup in one foul gulp, before waiting a few minutes for the piglet. The piglet drowned in sauce, but at least the salt was on spot. Rhaegon ate, deciding that taverns in the Islands were mediocre, and continued to the castle.
"Food isn't what I'm here for."
Dagon was undoubtedly going to be unpredictable, Rhaegon had never encountered an Iron Islander in his time as a mercenary, nor at his time at the Vale. Dagon seemed an experienced man, but there'd be no way to know what he'd see Rhaegon as. Rumors and stories of the Iron Islands had always depicted them as strong experienced warriors, and the best sealords in the world, but with the organization they had right now, there would be no way they'd compete against House Blackfyre.
"Oi Sam, you heard what they're doing to that Saltcliffe in Sunderly?"
"She's a noblewoman, they won't do shit!"
Rhaegon was curious, was this the supposed minor 'conflict' in the Iron Isles that he'd heard about? Surely they wouldn't be doing anything harsh, what would the houses even be doing?
"What's this fight you men are discussing?"
"Nothing your kind should know, M'lord." The man said back, condescendingly.
"I'm sure I'll find out, either way."
Rhaegon went on his way to meet Dagon. One of the courtiers would be sure to inform him of the bitterness between House Sunderly, and House Saltcliffe. Rhaegon stood outside the castle gates, anxiously waiting to take an audience with Dagon, knowing his skill with talking, the guards probably wouldn't even let him in.
"I seek to talk with Dagon Greyjoy."
The guards looked at each other for a split moment, before breaking off into laughter.
"Good luck with that,"
It seemed Rhaegon needed to approach differently.
MEANWHILE, IN HEARTS HOME
Aerion II
There had been a number of days since Aerion finished training a new batch of levies. Heart's Home was filled with all different kinds of troops and equipment, though the problem of Summerhall kept him awake at night. They could not solve it diplomatically, as Maekar stated. Perhaps they could pay in blood price, but a wounded leader is not a good leader. House Peake was likely to spend troops, the scouts that discovered Brightkeep could not have seen the troops inside of the keep, so it is likely that they'd send around two score to two centuries of soldiers. The best possible path of action would be to send Visenla to Heart's Home, and distract the Peake retinue from her for as long as possible.
Aerion contained this in his response, it would already be halfway to Brightkeep by now. If Maekar was any smart, then he would've already done it. Rhaegon had been missing for a few weeks since last time Aerion saw him at the castle, he'd already taken out some of his own pocketmoney to hire bounty hunters that would find Rhaegon. If Maekar perished, he'd be the future of House Brightflame, and although Aerion did not like to admit it, also the future of the dragon blood, if all the damned Targaryens were dead.
There would be nothing for Aerion to do, except wait. He was growing older, but still able, and Aerion wouldn't let the rest of the world see only a tip of House Brightflame's glory.
There had been a number of days since Aerion finished training a new batch of levies. Heart's Home was filled with all different kinds of troops and equipment, though the problem of Summerhall kept him awake at night. They could not solve it diplomatically, as Maekar stated. Perhaps they could pay in blood price, but a wounded leader is not a good leader. House Peake was likely to spend troops, the scouts that discovered Brightkeep could not have seen the troops inside of the keep, so it is likely that they'd send around two score to two centuries of soldiers. The best possible path of action would be to send Visenla to Heart's Home, and distract the Peake retinue from her for as long as possible.
Aerion contained this in his response, it would already be halfway to Brightkeep by now. If Maekar was any smart, then he would've already done it. Rhaegon had been missing for a few weeks since last time Aerion saw him at the castle, he'd already taken out some of his own pocketmoney to hire bounty hunters that would find Rhaegon. If Maekar perished, he'd be the future of House Brightflame, and although Aerion did not like to admit it, also the future of the dragon blood, if all the damned Targaryens were dead.
There would be nothing for Aerion to do, except wait. He was growing older, but still able, and Aerion wouldn't let the rest of the world see only a tip of House Brightflame's glory.