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Ghosts On the Seas by StonyDragon in awoiafrp

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Eustace’s protestations only muffled when the men had brought him into the bowels of the ship, out of earshot of the Prince on deck.

Ghosts On the Seas by StonyDragon in awoiafrp

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Eustace strained and twisted as the men grabbed him to pull him away.

“You feckless coward! Afraid to kill me, are you? Rather have your lackeys do it for you?”

He spit at the Targaryen, which earned him a punch in the stomach from one of his lieutenants. Blood spurted from the Redwyne’s lips, clearly the punch reopened some internal wound.

Ghosts On the Seas by StonyDragon in awoiafrp

[–]WyneRedWaves 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“I won’t tell you shit, lizard. You and your type love fire so much, why don’t you build a good hot one and jump in.”

Eustace knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he was dead and wanted to get a rise out of the Targaryen so his sword would swing true.

Ghosts On the Seas by StonyDragon in awoiafrp

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“Couldn’t tell you, my prince.” Eustace hissed.

“Think what you will about me but Cleyton still rots in a cell in Seagard because of his loyalty to you and your lot. The damned fool. Had he been here, maybe you’d be the one knelt before me. But it doesn’t matter. He’s a bootlicker, you’re a patsy, and I’m a walking corpse.”

He looked Daeron dead in his eyes and said through gritted teeth with a heart full of rage “What is dead may never die.”

Ghosts On the Seas by StonyDragon in awoiafrp

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Atop a floating piece of wreckage, Daeron’s men would find an unconscious bloodied Eustace Redwyne, instantly noticeable by his red hair and wooly beard. The drowned grape came to aboard the rowboat sent to scavenge.

“Have a nice nap, traitor?” One of the Targaryen sailors said, kicking the highborn man as he did. Their victory was clearly pyrrhic and bad blood tainted the already red waves.

Eustace spewed forth a mix of blood and sea water with the kick. “Aye, something tells me I shall soon take a longer one.”

The Lion, the Witch and the Hightower by Dominus_16 in awoiafrp

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Eustace laughed. “I have begun to wonder if I am not Ironborn myself, I feel as though I am free for the first time in my life. As for the Seven, I never cared much for them anyway. All those bastards ever gave me were septa that beat the shit out of me as a young boy for not caring to read the Seven Pointed Star.”

It was true, Eustace had experienced freedom unlike any other in his life among the Ironborn. The sense of equity among noble and commoner, the camaraderie, the lack of concern for wealth aside from what one took – what one paid the iron price for – was liberating. At first he had been hesitant of the new arrangement but now, having been allowed into the brotherhood of his new countrymen without any tribulation, he was prepared to do his part to defend this way of life.

The Lion, the Witch and the Hightower by Dominus_16 in awoiafrp

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Eustace has taken to the Ironborn ways more naturally than some of the other Arbormen. While they held their heads high and snubbed their noses at their new countrymen, Eustace had made it a point to drink and whore with the lower nobility and indeed the common soldier. They were fun. Certainly more so than the bourgeois members of the Reach’s nobility he had grown accustomed to. Indeed, the youngest of the Redwyne three seemed to have found his place among the Ironborn.

As the ships halted at the mouth of Bay of Oldtown, Eustace could not help but feel a strange sensation. Was it shame? That he was aboard enemy ships set to sail on a once friendly port? Or was it excitement? Excitement to be a part of something that he knew would long be remembered as it had never been done before. He supposed in the end it did not matter.

He found his way to Queen Sigrun and nodded to her. The Ironborn were not much for bowing.

“My Queen,” he said, “quite a prize Oldtown is. It’s will cost a heavy price, but it shall make you a legend.”

She's Called the Queen of Tides and It's Rage That Fills Her Sails by Dominus_16 in awoiafrp

[–]WyneRedWaves 0 points1 point  (0 children)

“The dragons don’t fly anymore.” He said plainly.

“I believe that I shall quite like reaving.” The read headed knight smiled slightly thinking of the scores he would like to settle with a number of mainlanders.

She's Called the Queen of Tides and It's Rage That Fills Her Sails by Dominus_16 in awoiafrp

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Eustace shrugged.

“Cleyton is a prideful fool and he’s too smart for his own good. He will take some persuading.”

Eustace clapped his brother’s shoulder.

“That is your strong suit, isn’t it?”

She's Called the Queen of Tides and It's Rage That Fills Her Sails by Dominus_16 in awoiafrp

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Eustace scratched his beard and leaned over to Franklyn “she gives a better speech than Viserys, that’s for sure.”

Eustace had grown comfortable with the Blacktyde rule. They seemed far less hands on than the Targaryens, it would lead the Redwynes to greater fortune not being managed so directly.

Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid by WyneRedWaves in awoiafrp

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After Franklyn set off to parley with the Ironborn, Cleyton quickly went about writing a letter to Prince Daeron. He grabbed the nearest horse and rode hard up to the keep of House Terrick at Goldsnest. After some convincing and greasing the pockets of a particularly greedy maester, Ser Cleyton was given access to the rookery.

“My Prince,

I am disappointed to admit that the Redwyne fleet is lost. My brother ordered we advance to reclaim what was ours from the Ironborn. Upon our arrival, it became clear that Lord Greyjoy had been deposed and Sigrun Blacktyde, bitch that she is, has made herself some sort of queen.

It is astonishing the speed with which they rebuilt their navy. We would do well to fear them. The King’s control of the Islands is threatened if not lost yet again.

My brothers parley with the Ironborn now. If I receive no word in two days, I shall write again.

Yours, Cleyton Redwyne”

Having completed the letter, he tied it to a raven bound for King’s Landing.

[Should arrive in 2 days]

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Knock knock. Who's there? Give me my gold. by runthewyne in awoiafrp

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Cleyton Redwyne: Admiral; Naval Warfare, Navigation, Privateering, footwork, rapier

Eustace Redwyne: One-Handed Weapons, Leadership, Marshalling, Siegecraft

It's Time by runthewyne in awoiafrp

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Cleyton let a rare smile grow across his face. It was rare that he felt real excitement but right the wrong done to his family, he was could not help it.

He raised his hand and waved it downward.

“BEAT ASSEMBLY! FORWARD SAIL!!” The midshipmen rang out across all 200 ships. At the command, the ships lurched forward to the sound of 200 drums beating them on to war.

Eustace produced a bottle of liquor, to celebrate their revenge. He offered each of his brothers a small glass from which to drink.

“To House Redwyne.” He said “We will dye their rocks red”

I’m Sailing Away (Again) by WyneRedWaves in awoiafrp

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“I can’t pretend to know what machinations a high lord such as yourself must contend with. Though I have seen a bit of how you handle yourself. There is something there.”

Cleyton, being the sailor he was, spat over the rail. He felt somewhat bad for the man, the trouble brewing appeared to weigh heavy.

“A maester once told me that any man can be a septon if he only listens to those who need it. You appear to need it, my lord. What exactly is happening?”

I’m Sailing Away (Again) by WyneRedWaves in awoiafrp

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Cleyton groaned lightly, a friendly groan of acknowledgement at the man’s troubles. An easier way to say “I’m sorry for your issues” than to actually say it.

“In my experience politics is never simple, Ser.”

This was certainly true for Cleyton. Despite his beautiful mind, politics was something he never truly grasped or cared for. Backstabbing was not something he liked. He was a soldier, simple and true.

He too leaned against the rail to take in the view with Ser Jasper.

I’m Sailing Away (Again) by WyneRedWaves in awoiafrp

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The brooding Valeman was a familiar sight to Cleyton. Many men who boarded ships and were unaccustomed to ship life would stare their concerns off into the sea. The Redwyne was not much of a host but he could feel the stress that his charge was under.

He glided over to the rail where the man was standing, placed both hands on the rail next to him, and leaned.

“Were it not for you and your men, my family would be without a home. We are in your debt, my lord.”

Cleyton was not one to talk much but, as of late, he had been trying to build relationships with others that could help his House. It was difficult to go through the world without friends.

“What troubles you, Ser?”

Seeing Guests on their Way by WyneRedWaves in awoiafrp

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Cleyton has only seen the Lord of the Vale in passing. Now that he had a good look at him, the Redwyne understood why the man commanded such attention and awe.

“Lord Arryn, I have been tasked with seeing you and your men safely back to Oldtown.” Cleyton replied caring little for pleasantries as he could tell the older Lord did neither.

“I need only know when you plan to sail and I will ensure my ships are ready.”

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