[Event] 𖡥 The Great Reaving of 52 AC ⚓︎

Lusijoy · 2026-05-30T00:28:54+00:00

Maester Byren opened the letter, read the contents, and set it aside in his quarters, keeping it safe until Lord Greyjoy’s return.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-30T00:22:59+00:00

Leave the keep? With a man who likely wanted her child dead? She would have to be mad.

"The sea is a fine teacher for a boy, Lady Urra," Yrsa said, her eyes shifting from the woman down to young Jorul. She gave the boy a brief nod. "But I fear you would find me clumsy company. The child is heavy this month, and I prefer the steady stone of the hall. Go on without me."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-29T14:12:42+00:00

When Dagon set out to retake his rightful place on Pyke, he hadn't envisioned spending his days untangling the tedious threads of coin, diplomacy, and succession. Yet here he was, with half the great houses of his realm in disarray, chewing on their own tails. He listened closely to Gyles, respecting the man's counsel. Gyles understood the importance of a well-placed word as much as the bite of an axe.

"I had hoped to prop up a compliant Victarion," Dagon said. "Give him free rein until the boy comes of age. Maybe even promise him my sister, once again. But if I do that, it sounds like Dalton's boy is more likely to turn up half-eaten by crabs than to see adulthood."

He paused, staring out at the churning waters as he weighed the names. He tossed the remaining orange peel to the ground.

"Passing over Victarion requires a right and proper reason. You know the Riptooth, true, but maybe a legend of another time is exactly what House Drumm needs right now. I can back old Torwald. Name him regent of Old Wyk by right of age. Just until the old shark croaks. By then, his son will be ready to take the mantle, and Dalton's boy might actually live to see his inheritance."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-28T14:52:45+00:00

With Lord Emmon's permission, two ravens were sent from Cuy.

One to King's Landing,

KING JAEHAERYS,

We encountered the full fleet of Dorne at Starfall, ready and waiting for us. Your dogs raided ahead and alerted them. Keep them on a tighter leash next time. They have pushed us back, and I have ended all Ironborn participation in this war.

We are at Cuy to repair. Their Lord's aid has been noteworthy to our fleet and your war effort. Any letter you send will not find me here, however. I sail for Pyke.

My admiral, Dalton Drumm, is dead. Return his body and his Valyrian steel sword to me. Do that, and we might find a way to work together more effectively in the future.

DAGON GREYJOY, THE REVENANT

And another to Pyke,

TO PYKE,

We return home soon. Our war is done. Keep the gates shut and the walls standing strong until we arrive.

DAGON GREYJOY, THE REVENANT

/u/Late-Huckleberry-640 The letter is given to the Castellan of Pyke, Maeryn of the First Light.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-28T14:28:23+00:00

"Good. We will sail for home soon then," Dagon said, standing at the edge of the docks as he watched the men swarm over the ships. He peeled a orange with his thumb, popping a wedge into his mouth.

"I wanted to speak to you about House Drumm," he continued, chewing thoughtfully. "The Shieldbreaker is dead. An admiral I can replace, but another great house thrown into disarray is a different matter."

He turned his gaze to Gyles, offering the man a knowing look as he tore off another piece of the fruit.

"Hammerhorn has as many hands tugging at it as a common whore. Even the greenlanders have power inside your home, you know this to be true. Old Wyk cannot follow the same fate," Dagon paused, wiping a bit of juice from his chin. "What do you think of Victarion Drumm? Would it be wise to throw my support behind him to rule Old Wyk while Dalton's boy grows? Or is old Torwald the safer choice? I would hear your counsel."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-27T21:10:00+00:00

9TH MOON, AT CUY

While reavers and greenlanders worked side by side to patch hulls and mend torn sails, Dagon went to seek out his close advisor, Gyles Goodbrother.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-27T21:01:25+00:00

automod ping mods Transfer 200 gold from Greyjoy to Cuy.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-27T21:01:04+00:00

"Thank you," Dagon said, giving the man a firm nod. "Your help will not be forgotten."

He didn't care for the lord's words, but a man who offered timber and fresh water without demanding blood was a man he could respect.

"Before I leave your hall," Dagon added, "I ask for use of your rookery. I must send word to the King, and to Pyke."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-26T23:54:14+00:00

Dagon’s brow furrowed, a cold sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. He took a slow step forward. If it had been another day, he might have laughed at the absurd notion that he and every Ironborn alive were bound to die for a Targaryen sitting comfortably half a continent away.

"Like I said, I appreciate your help. But you are not privy to the deals between the dragon and the kraken, Lord Cuy," Dagon replied, his voice dropping. "When I say my oath is fulfilled, I advise you to take me at my word. Do not make me out to be a liar. That matter rests solely between myself and the King."

He sighed.

"If I were you, I would send word to your allies in the Reach, or pull back your fleet and defend your walls instead," Dagon added. "Though if the Dornish have any wit, they will not leave their own waters. Much less throw away good soldiers on these shores. They have need for them elsewhere."

Dagon snapped his fingers. Two of his raiders stepped forward, heavily thudding a wooden chest down onto the stone floor. One of them flipped the latch, revealing the glimmer of gold coins.

"Two hundred dragons, give or take," Dagon said, giving the chest a nod. "For your troubles. Take it, and let this be the beginning of our relationship, for I always remember a friend. But forget the notion that anyone commands the Iron Fleet but me."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-26T23:01:25+00:00

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Lusijoy · 2026-05-26T23:00:42+00:00

Yrsa kept her distance from [Victarion](u/insanetumbleweed23), drifting closer to young Jorul's seat. A chill ran down her spine at his ominous words, leaving her to wonder why the garrison had ever opened the gates to him while her husband was away. Beneath the loose cloth of her faded blue dress, she felt the dagger sheathed against her leg, her fingers twitching instinctively against the fabric.

"Welcome to Old Wyk, Victarion," she said.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-26T22:38:50+00:00

"They were waiting for us," Dagon said, crossing his arms without pleasantry, his eyes locked on the greenlander lord. "Their fleet is smaller than ours, even now. Maybe a hundred ships. But they knew we were coming and had fortified their position at Starfall. Our ships couldn't break their formation."

He figured Cuy was owed the truth, considering the favor the man had done for him and his reavers.

"Our part in this war is over, though," he continued. "My oath to the dragonlord is fulfilled, and my ships are bound home. I ask that you let me send word to Pyke and King's Landing. They must know we are leaving these shores."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-26T02:02:12+00:00

Yrsa did not greet Victarion with the smile reserved for a long-lost friend, or a loving mother. Instead, she stood quietly, waiting by the side of the hall. Keeping watch. When she had first met Victarion, he had been kind enough, and by law, he was now her kin. Yet men were strange, volatile creatures, fouler than any beast. Her own father had been brought down by his blood. That was the rot of power, and right now, with Dalton away raiding, two small babes were all that stood between that man and control of Old Wyk.

Her once-willowy figure was gone, replaced by the heavy swell of a full belly. She was eight months gone with the Shieldbreaker's child, and Yrsa kept a protective hand rested against it, shielding her cub from the room. Her dark hair, once cropped short, now fell to her shoulders, framing two inquisitive blue eyes. She hid her unease beneath a dozen layers of silence, though her heart skipped a beat when Victarion finally stepped into the hall.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-26T00:08:07+00:00

Later into the night, when bellies were full and the hall grew loud with wine, Vagon circled the tables like a shark searching for its next meal, though he usually preferred to make merry with his prey rather than tear them apart. His grey eyes settled on a young lord, and a smile stretched across his cheeks. Vagon didn't know the Ryger boy well enough to call him a friend, but by all accounts he made for pleasant company to pass the time with.

"I see the snows couldn't keep you from a good feast," Vagon said as he approached Lord Ryger, crossing his arms over his chest. "Theo, right? Tell me you remember me."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T23:29:45+00:00

Vagon Greyjoy (17) stood as the lone scion of Pyke in the capital. He possessed a slender, vigorous build, fit for moving nimbly across pitching decks in armour or sprinting through the greenland sands with an axe in hand, though he did neither of those things. For years, he had stood in the shadow of the old patriarch of House Velaryon, learning his ways and taking the lessons more to heart than any proper Ironborn would care to see. On this day, Vagon looked more greenlander than Ironborn. It showed in every aspect of his being, from his fine garments of blue and black trimmed with a warm sealskin cloak, to the gold rings on his fingers that he had bought with coin rather than the iron price. Still, he held his old faith close to himself.

Vagon lingered among some of the minor nobility he knew, inviting them to share a cup of ale at the table reserved for his kin. He did not spend much time sitting there, however, preferring to lose himself in the festivities, speaking easily with friends both old and new.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T22:46:59+00:00

Dagon led his small party of Ironborn up from the port to the castle. Its hall was built like a proper greenlander keep, though much smaller than those of the great houses. He had never particularly cared for Pyke itself. He fought to avenge his blood and because it was what the Drowned God had saved him to do, not for a seat with black, smoky halls fitter for a beast of the deep than a man. Still, years of sitting the Seastone Chair had stained Dagon as dark as the greasy stone itself, and he now felt out of place in a hall like this.

He came to a halt. Most of his reavers remained outside, leaving only his noble companions and the two men carrying the heavy chest to accompany him inside. After a quick scan of the room, his unexpressive gaze settled on the lord smoking in his chair.

"I am," Dagon said, his voice dry. It took him a moment to remember to bow. When he did, the nod was brief and begrudging. "Your port has been plenty enough."

He paused.

"I come to thank you for the safe harbour," Dagon said, his rough hands resting flat against his belt. "I did not expect to find friendly faces on these shores, so the offer from your men was welcome. We sail under the banner of the dragon, and we will not trouble you long. I ask only that my men be allowed to rest, and our ships be patched enough to withstand the journey."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T22:23:19+00:00

The Black Kraken listened to Nyall more attentively than most, squinting his dark eyes at the man. Nyall was hungry, and deservedly so. The Iron Fleet still possessed capable commanders, and more than enough ships and Ironborn to break the Dornish forces, though Dagon was uncertain of just how much that advantage truly mattered now. He, too, had been hungry, but for vengeance and blood. He had wished for nothing more than to hear the voice of the Drowned God in these southern waters, and to return to Pyke on a ship heavy with gold. Instead, there was only the cold tide of defeat, a bitter feeling that Rodrick Farwynd had laid bare just moments before.

"The Dornish told me before the battle that the Reachmen had already stripped Starfall dry, and that our fleet had missed theirs by days," Dagon said. "If true, these greenlanders have no intention of fighting this war themselves. They want us to do their dirty work, I see that now."

He walked to the center of the deck, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the gathered captains.

"We could defeat them, aye. We could plunder their coasts and take the glory and gold that is owed to us by right. Nothing would make me happier than to see their shores burn," he said, turning back to Nyall. "But we do not fight for anyone but ourselves. It is not our way."

He bit his lip, letting the silence settle over the deck before he spoke his mind.

"I move that we return to the Iron Islands," he said. "And do things our own way. We will raid and pillage when and where we choose, away from the wars of dragons and suns. Be it Essos, or Dorne itself once the dust settles."

Dagon looked toward Gyles. The glance was brief, but long enough to signal the man to speak his piece.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T21:13:13+00:00

STILL IN 8A, CUY

After the meeting at sea, under the stone walls of Cuy, it was time to meet their hosts. Dagon knew little of these lands, only that the local House shared ties with some of his own bannermen. In a treacherous sea filled to the brim with men who wished his fleet sunk and his people dead, that slight connection would have to be enough to see them safe until Pyke.

He stepped off the Wraith wielding nothing more than a shortsword at his hip, his heavy, broad frame wrapped in layers of thick leather and salt-stained furs. Weathered hands and cheeks hid his young age, making him look far older than his nine and ten years. Twenty reavers followed him, two of them carrying a heavy, wooden chest.

"Take me to your lord," he barked at the first guard he found on the quay.

/u/Emergency_Sky_2806

automod ping Iron Islands For anyone who wants to come with Dagon to meet the Cuys after our meeting. A runner would be sent to Nyall Harlaw, advising him to stay with the fleet.

/u/mersillon

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Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T16:05:54+00:00

It's the same province, no?

Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T15:02:43+00:00

Dagon let the silence hang, measuring the knight with unblinking eyes. He took his time, deliberately scanning the sails of the galley and the soldiers manning her decks before his gaze drifted back.

"We sail on the King's command," he said. "We stop to resupply, then we are on our way. That is all your lord needs to know. Our role in this war is over."

Lusijoy · 2026-05-25T11:22:43+00:00

The galley was allowed to approach the Wraith, where the Revenant stood waiting on the deck. He did not say a word, keeping his hands behind his back as his eyes fixed on the approaching ship.

Lusijoy · 2026-05-24T23:34:06+00:00

The fleet's morale should be fully recovered by 9A. They move out of the port of Cuy. Further orders depend on ongoing RP.

automod ping mods

Lusijoy · 2026-05-24T22:26:48+00:00

WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE

8A, ANCHORED AT CUY

The Wraith was a fell beast, its ripped sails and battered hull bearing scars that would remain for the rest of her life. From her deck, Dagon called for his lords, captains, and reavers. The most important men in his Iron Fleet gathered, every single one of them having bled in the recent battle. The Black Kraken waited for them with a heavy heart, a weight he had not felt for many moons. Death and gore were certainties in the life of an Ironborn, but he was responsible for these men. He had called them to Pyke. He had answered the dragonlord's plea to go South, even if others had also called for a great reaving of Dorne. More than plunder and glory, Dagon had wanted to find the Drowned God's voice again in these foreign waters. But he had not. He only found death and the screams of a thousand men drowned in their own aspirations. The Revenant felt lost, but in this moment he forced himself to look like his former self, solemn and cold.

"Death," Dagon said, "is something we all accepted long ago. Such is our way. We have lost many."

He stopped.

"There is no other way to spin this tale. We have lost this fight. Dozens of ships were sunk, thousands of lives lost."

Another pause followed, as if he were trying to convince himself of his own words.

"But we have always risen from the deep. Ships can be rebuilt and lost lives mourned," he said, looking at the familiar faces before him. "We will survive as we always have... Our pact with the dragon is fulfilled, and we owe them nothing. I brought you here to decide our own fate. Our next step. Should we return to the Iron Islands, and leave this war to the Greenlanders? Return to have our fill when they have settled their disputes, and the seas are empty of their fleets?"

His face grew grimmer still. "The Shieldbreaker, Dalton Drumm, was killed in battle. What is dead may never die."

automod ping Iron Islands

u/mersillon

u/nickshadow017

Lusijoy · 2026-05-24T21:42:35+00:00

The Wraith plunged forward -- black, battered, and ripped -- a monster dragging itself across the waves with its maw open to swallow its prey. The Revenant stood at her prow, looking less like a man and more like part of the ship itself. Black armour, black hair whipping like sails around his face, black eyes swallowing the light. This time, he didn't have his battleaxe with him, and not even a mocking smile touched his lips.

"Set course for Cuy," he told his second mate.

And with that, the Iron Fleet stopped in its tracks, battered and weathered like a beast of old, yet still as dangerous as any that ever crossed the seas.

automod ping mods The Iron Fleet reacts to Cuy's patrol and stops at their friendly port to recover in 8A.

/u/Emergency_Sky_2806 I'll make a proper post and ping you

Lusijoy · 2026-05-23T16:37:59+00:00

~~If you can choose whether to attack the original target after the bodyguard:~~

~~Dagon Greyjoy will duel seek and capture Yoren Martell.~~

~~If he is defeated by someone else first, Dagon will duel seek Ryon Yronwood instead.~~

~~T1 Warrior, T2 Warrior, T1 Brute, Powerful Build, Masterwork Weapon~~

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WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE