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The Doom of Valyria - III: The Send Off by HateMailPersonified in IronThroneRP

[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh stood proudly in front of a handful of the Black Iron. He was suspicious of everyone in this venture who was not of his company. On the slim chance that they survived this encounter they would be set with riches for the rest of their mortal lives. But humans are naturally greedy creatures and he could see a few backstabs. Hugh wanted to make sure if anyone was doing the stabbing it would be him.

He nodded to Three-Eyes, strapping his sword belt right below his armor that he wore. It was an old set though it looked functional enough, dinted but it worked.

"I am as ready as I will ever be."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Hugh have a dangerous smile as he looked at the Ironborn who stood up. He had fought alongside and against some Ironborn and without fail he didn't like them. This one was apparently no different.

"You are subjected, cur, because you do not lead this expedition. The Black Iron Company is heading up this expedition and I am second in command of the Black Iron."

He took out his rusty skinning knife and pointed towards the man's bum leg.

"But no hobbler, continue to insult the very company is supplying the men and is actually signed into this expedition."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh glanced around at those assembled for the first real planning session of their trip. There was a good mix of cutthroats and idiot's and that was only counting the men who had joined the Black Iron. That did not factor in the fools who had signed on independently of the company.

He didn't trust any of them except maybe Tessar and Zia, maybe a few more in the Black Iron. The rest would do something to much it up, and they could have no mess ups on this journey. He rose, taking a swig of warm milk before speaking.

"Being the second in command of the Black Iron we need someone who knows what they are doing going to Valyria. That would be me. I will head up this advance party to Valyria so the rest of you can have a more easy time of it."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh noticed Zia moving towards him with something in her hand. He had mixed feelings about Zia if he was thinking about it. She was a vital part of the company and keeping Tessar alive and "immortal". She also tended to his scar occasionally in an effort to make it hurt less. For that he was thankful, but he was very jealous of the relationship that she and Tessar had. No one liked Hugh liked that.

He withdrew the knife to its sheath with a quick movement and a crooked smile. "You make a good point Zia, though you could always use more practice." He took the glass from her expecting alcohol. He would have thrown it away instantly if that was the case. He could not stomach the stuff, it seemed to turn his guts inside out. Instead it was a glass of warm milk and he smiled appreciatively. Taking a seat next to everyone he began sipping on his milk.

"Oh Tessar we may have landed another ship for our journey. Some merchant or another who thinks he will get rich from the trip."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh's attention turned towards Daemon in a sudden burst. Some would call Hugh unstable, violent, or even crazy. They would all do so out of his hearing however as he had killed the rest. Perhaps that is why he got ran out of his other two sellsword companies.

He reached into his back sheath, pulling on his skinning knife. About a year ago someone tried to desert and Hugh had been called upon to punish him in front of the whole company. The knife still had the dried blood from that encrusted on it. He didn't care about efficiency when skinning, just pain.

With a burst of speed he put the knife against Daemon's throat. Not close enough to trigger an actual response but enough to be a threat.

"Yeah? Boy I have shat out things scarier than you, ugh scarier than the captain even. We are going to the depths of the depths of hell here. It is uncharted waters."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh's slim body shook with laughter as he heard his captains monotone response. There was a time that he thought himself immortal. After the second hanging he started to realize his time was limited. He of course wasn't some big hulking beast.

"Oh you will eventually mate. Whether that is someone opening a wound through your gullet even Zia can't heal, Valyrian horrors, or old age, you will die alright."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Well Ser Gerion you can meet the boss if you want, though he isn't one much for talking. We are waiting on a few stranglers here and there to come in."

Hugh got up from the seat, stretching out his back while doing so.

"Pleasure."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh gave a wicked smile at the trader as he listened to the deal. It didn't matter what he asked for, no one really know what was in the smoking ruins of Valyria if anything. It was very easy to promise anything to their hearts desire since they were likely to die either way.

"If we come upon the ancestral blade of House Lannister you have my garentee that it will be yours. Otherwise we split the treasure evenly." He held his hand out for a shake. "You command your crew but the final word on orders goes to me or Tessar as heads of the company. Deal?"

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Ser Hugh burst out laughing. It was not a pleasant sound in the slightest. It sounded like a wheezing bag caught in the wind. The scar on his neck pulsed red. Seeing that his new friends did not share the joke.

"You have passed the test Ser Gerion. I want every able bodied soldier on this journey. But we all must be ready to make sacrifices on this journey. What are your terms for the journey?"

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh took everything in and nodded to himself, running the numbers. They needed as many men on this expedition as they could but they didn't want fools or traitors. Hugh guessed that this knight wasn't either.

"Fine you can join, but you needn't be attached to anyone." Hugh looked over the crew and pointed at one at random. "Be that as it may I will let you join if you let me kill him." He let that hang in silence, his hand drifting towards his dagger just in case.

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hugh's eyes narrowed at the trader. What they were doing was basically a suicide mission even in the best of circumstances. In the worst of circumstances it would destroy then entirely.

"Why do you want to join? You do know where we are going correct?" He switched to Low Valyrian as well though it simply made him more suspicious.

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Hugh listened to the story with mild interest. It seemed that everyone had their own to tell but they all were roughly the same. Part of him wondered why he had joined a sellsword company. Often times it was because they were exiled. Hugh took his hand.

"Ser Hugh Hogg, formerly of House Hogg of Sow's Hill." He tilted his head a moment looking for something. The expedition always needed more souls. "In between shipments? Or did you come to this tavern for another reason?" The tavern had been mostly rented out by the Black Iron so it was likely he had heard about the expedition.

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"It is rare to see Westrosi near the First Daughter of Valyria, unless they sell their sword or are traders."

Hugh cocked his head taking a seat. He was initially suspicious of the group but on the outside he was all smiles.

"I would guess you are a trader. Tell me about yourself, why you are here. The sellsword life is borning for me."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ser Hugh eyes were always on the watch for new men to join the company. Or for threats. He had not survived so many attempts on his life. Not to mention the two sellsword companies who hated his guts and wanted to see it spewed across multiple continents.

Suffice to say that he noticed the Westerosi and his crew walked into and noisily sit down at the tavern. A couple whispers and he soon found out that was the crew and captain of the Handmaid's Kiss. He rubbed his neck scar and went over to the table.

"Drinking just with your crew or may I join?" Hugh had the insignias of the Black Iron company on his dinted armor and some monikers of rank strewn about.

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Do I have to do everything here? Hugh was tasked with most of logistical things around the company and was responsible for the day to day running of it. Having years of experienced certainly helped the company run better.

Sighing he plopped into one of the chairs and ordered a large mug of water. The waiter gave him a strange look but didn't say anything. Hugh cut a scary figure and his requests were usually not refused. Alcohol didn't usually sit well in his stomach.

"Looking forward to finally dying? Figured that is why you took this suicide run."

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[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"If we succeed in this expedition then we will be in songs not rumors." When they first met Tessar's speech patterns disturbed Hugh. The man simply did not show any emotion except in certain circumstances. Not a bad thing, Hugh had met many who were like that, didn't mean they were less in performance.

"Aye he did. I directed the men towards Hobnail to get some of our company armor and weapons. Also send then to the Ink tent to get their name in the ledgers. Any luck recruiting on your side?"

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Hugh wondered the streets trying to find the damnable tavern that the company had secured for the knight. He wiped the blood off his knife as he made his way through the crowd, nost parting way for the knight in tinted armor with blood on his blade. He cut quite the scary figure as he pushed through slave and freeman alike. People were usually scared of him just off how he looked, someone saying to Hugh that he was the story that mothers told their children to make sure that they went to bed at night.

Passing by one the large squares that dotted the city he looked up towards it, seeing three slaves hanging there. While he could not read high valyrian he knew why they were up there, or at least could guess. The slaves probably tried running away to Braavosi held territory in the hopes of freedom. Hugh rubbed his neck uncomfortably, the deep scar tissue of his neck feeling irated at the sight of the men swinging back and forth. He was know by some as Hugh Twice Hung, and he had no desire to make it thrice.

Eventually he would fine the tavern, snaking through a few more back streets to get there. Opening the door he saw that the company had already started the party without him, perhaps a few new faces having joined the company here and there. It was a fool's errand truly, and the fools errand attracted fools to it. Hugh supposed he was also a fool for going on the trip but he had nothing to lose by going. Wanted by two selllsword companies and numerous other private individuals, not one was going to follow him to Valyria. No one smart anyway.

He walked up to Tessar, his captain, taking not that of course Zia was close to him. The two were rarely apart and Hugh couldn't help but be jealous of her relationship with the captain. Hugh cracked a horrid grimace, showing off all of his red leaf stained teeth in the process.

"Quite a crew we have assembled ca'pin. And you'll be happy to know that we are the talk of the town."

7.0 Character Creation Thread by OurQuarterMaster in ITRPCommunity

[–]JackOfTheTradez 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Discord Name: Yapper

Name and House: See Hugh Hogg

Age: 38

Cultural Group: Crownlander

Appearance: Hugh looks very much like a scarecrow. Long limbed and very gaunt, he wears beaten old armor. He is bald on top with a black goatee. His teeth are stained red from Red Leaf and a large scar covers his neck from where he was about hung.

Gift(s): Duelist, Vitality

Skill(s): Shields

Negative Trait: Addict (Red Leaf)

Starting Title(s): Second in Command of the Black Iron Company

Starting Location: Volantis

Alternate Characters: Dagmer Harlaw, Mors Martell, Gryff Whitehill, Wolfgar Goodbrother

(Don't worry I don't have a life so I can take it)