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Post by Gandalf on May 31, 2020 12:45:01 GMT -5
 Captured by the Lord of the Waters and his crews, Dragonstone serves as the base for their activities in the Narrow Sea. They also hold Claw Isle, and their presence is increasingly felt as they raid and plunder any shipping destined for King’s Landing’s ports.
Focus(es):
Shipbuilding Focus
Naval Focus
Sellsword Focus
Naval Force:
10 Dromonds
33 War Galleys
61 Cogs
Total: 104 ships
Military Force:
1200 Sellswords
Artefacts:
Widow's Wail (Vs sword)
Crab's Pincer (VS Axe)
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 18:31:28 GMT -5
Eventually, an old man, with huge knuckled hands, long white hair and a crooked nose arrives knocking to Dragonstone, coming a rather small cog, probably from Gulltown, just across the Narrow Sea.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 18:46:37 GMT -5
The vessel was stopped, like all others passing through the Narrow Sea, with the traveller’s business discerned by the various crews that patrolled the waters around Dragonstone and Driftmark. When the toll was paid, the vessel was allowed to dock at one of the wharfs on Dragonstone. Sellswords patrolled the island itself, free companies from Andalos and the Disputed Lands keeping garrisons in all the local villages as well as in the fortress itself, which loomed large over the Narrow Sea.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 19:26:36 GMT -5
He asked to see Lord Waters on behalf of his employer, a very wealthy man.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 19:41:02 GMT -5
The mysterious figure is admitted to the Stone Drum, the chamber that once served as the court of Stannis Baratheon now filled with pirates, rogues, and other miscreants. On the throne of Aegon sat Aurane Waters, bedecked in flowing blue silks that made him appear more like a merchant prince than a bastard Corsair. The Lord of the Waters was being entertained by some musicians, a band of Pentoshi minstrels providing the tune for a group of scantily clad Lyseni dancers. The newcomer was among a vast throng of petitioners, being members of Aurane’s own crews or small-time smugglers and freebooters that had come to personally swear loyalty to the man who controlled the entire Blackwater Bay.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 3:32:35 GMT -5
When his turn was due the man bows to the Velaryon. He looked, certainly quite old, but not so frail, his hands were still very strong.
"Aurane Waters, is it not?"
He said, unsure about how to address the pirate petty king.
"My employer has heard about your fame and your exploits and would like to know if your sails and men are... available for contract"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 8:46:20 GMT -5
”I won’t bend my knee to a lord of king, but I and my ships can be brought. For a handsome price. Let it not be said that the Lord of the Waters was cheap.”
Aurane’s lips stretched into a sardonic grin. The Valyrian was lounging on Aegon’s throne like an oversized cat, sapphire eyes half distracted by the swaying hips of the Lyseni dancers. Aurane dismissively waved a jewelled hand, as if swatting a fly.
”Go on then. Who’s your master, name his price.”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 10:11:49 GMT -5
”I won’t bend my knee to a lord of king, but I and my ships can be brought. For a handsome price. Let it not be said that the Lord of the Waters was cheap.”Aurane’s lips stretched into a sardonic grin. The Valyrian was lounging on Aegon’s throne like an oversized cat, sapphire eyes half distracted by the swaying hips of the Lyseni dancers. Aurane dismissively waved a jewelled hand, as if swatting a fly. ”Go on then. Who’s your master, name his price.” His accent was thick, his talk befitting a lowborn. "My master shall pay you handsomely for yar services, sire"The old steward rubs his large callused hands. "Yer boats and yer men is what he cares about"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 10:53:54 GMT -5
”What does he want of me, then?”
Replied Waters, amused that the visitor did not disclose the name of his employer.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 11:18:39 GMT -5
"To fuck a queen"
Said the almost toothless steward.
"Screw Queen Cersei, you have to bugger her to no end"
He smiled.
"And once the time comes ya shall be asked to ferry some troops some place in the Kingdoms, is that's agreeable?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 11:52:53 GMT -5
"And who is paying me to fuck Queen Cersei?"
Waters could not help but laugh. Either the man was delirious, or on the payroll of someone important enough to make such a demand without fear of reprisal. He leaned forwards, grinning wickedly.
"I don't want just money, you see. I want a princess to marry, my lordship over these waters legalised, and royal writ to stop any ship passing from here to the Stepstones. I doubt your master could fulfil these demands, unless his name is Mace Tyrell."
Which Aurane somewhat doubted.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 12:07:04 GMT -5
"He's a bird that poses no threat to you, but his song is so sweet, you see?"
Said Kettleback with a sigh.
"Ya want to rule over the Narrow Sea? That can be arranged. My master can do it. Princesses are hard to come by these days, but you might claim Lady Myrcella if ya want or maybe he'll get you someone else, who knows?"
He looks at the Velaryon bastard.
"There's a dragon on the Stormlands, I bet he'd be grateful whenever the queen is royally fucked if you were to help in the said fucking"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 12:23:14 GMT -5
Aurane had heard talk of sellswords in the Stormlands, but no dragon. It could only be Daenerys, surely, crossed back across the sea from Essos. But he heard no tales of her winged lizards, either.
"Fine. I can hand over Queen Cersei and King Tommen in person, if you wish. A prize worthy of great reward."
Replied Waters, a furrow now etched into his perfect brow. Nonetheless, he kept his amicable smile.
"Tell your master I accept. We shall do what he requires, so long as we are rewarded well for it."
Sails would be mustered. It looked like he would need to pay King's Landing another visit.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 12:36:24 GMT -5
Aurane had heard talk of sellswords in the Stormlands, but no dragon. It could only be Daenerys, surely, crossed back across the sea from Essos. But he heard no tales of her winged lizards, either. "Fine. I can hand over Queen Cersei and King Tommen in person, if you wish. A prize worthy of great reward."Replied Waters, a furrow now etched into his perfect brow. Nonetheless, he kept his amicable smile. "Tell your master I accept. We shall do what he requires, so long as we are rewarded well for it."Sails would be mustered. It looked like he would need to pay King's Landing another visit. Said the old man. "Reply shall arrive as soon as possible"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 17, 2020 8:40:52 GMT -5
Aurane had gambled and won. Though Cersei was dead, King Tommen himself was in his grasp, the plump little blonde boy crying and sniffling into his doublet in the captain’s cabin of the Lord Tywin. So too were a motley collection of the Kingsguard, including Tyrell’s son, the one who had been buggering Renly whilst serving as his bodyguard. They were tied up below deck, weapons and armour removed by the crew members. They kept their white cloaks, though, which Aurane found amusing. They made their way back to Dragonstone with all speed, the Dromonds ploughing through the Blackwater. Dragonstone loomed ahead, the new court of King Tommen Baratheon, First of His Name. They disembarked, the King taken to Aurane’s chambers, the Kingsguard to the castle dungeons. The Lord of the Waters chose his best men to keep watch over the new prisoners whilst he figured out what the hell to do with his new prize.
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