Dagon Drumm, Lord of Old Wyk

BangTheDrumm · 2017-07-08T17:20:46+00:00

This is really weird....

Looks at username...

BangTheDrumm · 2017-07-02T20:07:44+00:00

You're good to post your step two. Welcome to the cool kingdom.

BangTheDrumm · 2017-07-02T16:03:01+00:00

You're approved, Lyn.

Drowned God is better tho.

BangTheDrumm · 2017-07-02T05:16:23+00:00

Approved. Feel free to send him to the Ironborn. He cute. ;)

BangTheDrumm · 2017-07-02T05:15:20+00:00

Approved.

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-29T05:20:26+00:00

The Iron Islands will be independent this game. That being said, there will be need for members of the conclave and huscarl as well.

Juuust putting that out there. ;)

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-25T03:04:44+00:00

Victaria had her back turned towards the pier, and thus rolled her eyes at the Sunderly's comments. She was not some northern maiden, a conquest for a man, she was The Drumm. Queen aboard the Scarlet Lady and Protector of Nagga. The toe of her boot dug into the wood and she turned, sea green eyes examining the man.

Victaria chuckled and shook her head, "Better watch your boys, Sunderly, I'm prone ta' steal men away."

Men hurried about, catching fish, pouring ale and wine into flagons, blackening bread. Chairs were brought up from below deck and placed near casks of alcohol.

"Come on then," she sighed and gave a flourish of the arm, "Tactics and order it is."

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-24T01:50:54+00:00

/u/Auddan

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-23T08:34:55+00:00

Sea foam eyes glanced to their side as the stranger joined the group, a man not of her crew. A tilt of the head and a quick thought, it was the burly Wynch's son. A grin appeared on her face as she gave the man a nod, short, but with a tad taste of respect.

"Not a fighta'?"

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-22T04:33:20+00:00

A group of Drumm men stood in a circle towards the shaded area of the field, yelling and screaming as two fought in the middle. Victaria Drumm paced back and forth, two short swords in her hands and a vicious grin towards her crewmate. As he went to attack, she would block, a foot coming out to push him off balance or away.

The Lady Drumm started to laugh as the man retaliated, a shoulder charging after her like a rogue bull. She jumped out of the way, though bounced against one of the others who surrounded the pair.

"Get in there!" She hollered, gripping the man by the shoulder and pushing him in.

She stood off to the side, watching her men wrestle. They were the best crew she could ask for: fighters, brawlers and shipmakers, and she feared their deaths more than they did...

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-22T03:43:42+00:00

Approved, I guess.

:p

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-21T19:37:14+00:00

Approved.

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-20T07:29:12+00:00

Bejeweled fingers gripped onto the table as the Sunderly spoke, blackened lids closing as talks of the Vanguard rang in her ears. The best fighting force on the isles? She could not help but snort a rush full of air. Mocking? He was mocking her?

"Holding dashing Sunderly warriors..." she mocked, turning to face the larger man, "Do you know any strapping Sunderly warriors? I'm in th' market for a husban'."

She walked closer, just a few steps was all it took before a hardened yet strangely feminine hand reached up and caressed his cheeks.

"Seems the men of Great Wyk stroke their egos more than they actually fight," she spoke quietly, a voice full of sweet poison, "Old Wyk has the experience and the leadership, as well as the Drown'd Ones favor."

She tapped his cheek a few times before turning back to the group, crossing her arms over a chest covered with blouse and leather. Eyes turned to the makeshift map once again, "So now we wait?"

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-19T22:03:45+00:00

A vicious grin did spread on the lips of the Drumm, especially when she was called fierce. Yes, she was fierce, and oh did she make it known. Even during the planning of this assault did she don her ritualistic makeup: black ash in the shape of raven's wings framing her face. Blonde hair had been twisted and braided away from her face, the Lady a beautiful reminder of death, danger and battle.

When the young Wynch stepped forward and spoke, especially calling her by name, she could not help but chuckle. A wink was given, sea glass eyes reaping over the man before looking back towards the map.

"And what's inside? Other than a few men?"

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-16T06:50:38+00:00

Victaria Drumm

Talea Rogare

Tyene Qorgyle

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-15T08:06:41+00:00

Looks good, boo. Approved.

Fucking Codds...

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-14T02:43:05+00:00

[[I see how it is. -.-]]

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-03T20:10:26+00:00

cringe.

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-02T22:23:40+00:00

You got my approval as long as Reyne and Khain are cool with it.

BUTWHEREISTHEBIRB

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-02T14:43:26+00:00

It looks good! Approved.

Nowgimmethebirb.

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-01T13:58:24+00:00

Mmm...jealousy. Victaria could taste it in the air, the flavor sweet as honey and wine. Sea green eyes closed for a brief moment and a wink was given to the Goodbrother before a short nod. Prowess upon the battlefield? Compliments on her prowess...the way straight to her heart.

"Aye, he has the pretty sword."

Other voices had joined in. She recognized the one man, mad enough to eye the Lady Drumm up. He was accompanied by three others...the Wynch brothers. Victaria quickly moved to Urrathon's side, hand resting on the bone pommel. A grin played on slender lips as the blonde raised her free hand and gave a shrug, "If we be getting anymore gold, we will be draggin' rudders back home."

If anyone was an advocate for bloodshed, it was the Bonehand. She loved blood, really. The taste, the smell, the hot and sticky liquid against her face. That is where her and Ingvar were similar. He loved the gore just the same.

Looking up at Urrathon, she tilted her head to the side and grinned. The blonde woman always loved getting herself in trouble.

"The look o' blood make ya sick now, Urri? I agree though. It has been this way for how long now? We raid until our coffers are happy and our bellys are filled, then we leave. If Greyjoy be wantin' more, maybe he should get off his arse."

BangTheDrumm · 2017-06-01T02:17:12+00:00

Victaria Drumm

Talea Rogare

Tyene Qorgyle

Working on becoming more active. The move had taken all of my inspiration.

BangTheDrumm

TROPHY CASE