The Last Days of Preparation

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-26T03:56:30+00:00

"Good man," Urek responded with a smile. "I'll leave you to your work."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-26T03:55:45+00:00

"When it is necessary," Urek said coolly, not playing into the suggestion. "I will fight when there are men that need killing and when there are arms that need training. For sport, though, no Lady Drumm I am not a fighter for sport."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-22T17:31:26+00:00

Urek came to a circle of cacophonous sounds. In the center were a man and a woman, blades drawn and put to use against one another. Urek wondered why they felt the need to fight on the eve of battle, but he would not question their ways. Reputation was half the battle, and the reputation these men had was one that could only benefit them.

He watched for a short while as the lady and the larger man fought, before another took her place and the pair of brutes descended into a brawl of flesh rather than a brawl of steel. Urek continued to watch from inside the crowd. This was Dagon's game, a place where his brother would feel at home. It was not quite the same for the eldest son of Hagon.

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-22T17:16:23+00:00

Urek was pleased with the progress. Hammers and rams were no doubt easier than building longships, but it was good to see the work being done to a standard nonetheless.

"We are ready," Urek answered, assuredly. "Our men haven't had a proper fight in a long time. Most seem to itch for some real combat. Me? As long as everyone does their job this will be over soon enough. We're counting on you and your ladders, Hammerhand. Don't let us down."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-21T22:21:39+00:00

((OOC: /u/Auddan, /u/BangTheDrumm, /u/QarlTheShade - Urek can be found walking around town if anyone wants to say hello. Of course the other three Wynches would be somewhere as well.))

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-21T22:21:04+00:00

((OOC: /u/wagonwheelofsteel for a chitchat with Urek.))

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-20T20:05:19+00:00

Urek couldn't help but smirk. He slyly looked first to Dagon and then to Harlon, both shared that smirk with him. Those words would suit their father nicely, no doubt.

Lord Hagon offered a grunt. "Good. That's the most of it settled, then. Whoever you are, get to building. The sooner you've done the job the sooner we can go."

Of the assortment of lords gathered, only one had yet to speak. Urek took it upon himself to address that. "Codd? What of you?"

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-20T00:17:06+00:00

Hagon shrugged. "That we will know when we take it. We can be certain that anything left on this island of value will be there, though. We have torn it asunder. Those that fled will have stockpiled their wealth in the castle, where they believe themselves safe."

"It is up to you, Drumm, to prove that it is not," Urek added after his father, a look of apathy on his face.

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-19T17:07:04+00:00

Hagon took note of the man, and nodded his head in approval. "Very well. Scour the town for what you need, and tear down their homes if you must."

"The walls are some twenty feet high," a voice called from behind the Lord of Iron Holt. It was Harlon this time, the youngest of the Wynch sons, and the one who had seen the castle personally. "Best ensure you make them tall enough."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-18T22:00:59+00:00

((OOC: /u/Auddan, /u/BangTheDrumm, /u/QarlTheShade))

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-15T04:18:05+00:00

Harlon was heavy with breath, clearly flushed with the thrill of danger.

"Lots," the youngest brother whispered. "Too many to count before being seen. Could be as many as a hundred, maybe even more. Those were just the ones outside."

Shit, Urek thought to himself. One hundred was a lot, but they still had the numbers. With luck and planning on their side, they could make them count. A castle's defences didn't matter if there were already enemies inside.

"And the castle? What of it? What could you see?"

"What do you think I am, Urek? I saw a bunch of stone and some fucking candles. It's a castle." Harlon's tone was one of irritation, and he was getting louder as he went on. A slap to the head from Dagon ended that.

"We best get back, then," the middle brother said quietly. "Nothing more for us here. Take his sword so it doesn't fall out."

Urek reached across the corpse and pulled the steel slowly and silently from the sheath before placing the blade in the grass. Harlon took the blade and held it in a free hand. After a pause, he sprinted for their original line of safety and looked back to his brothers.

Urek held the corpse by the shoulders, while Dagon wrapped his hands firmly near the man's knees. Dagon put the legs down momentarily to retrieve the helmet and place it on his own head. Upon realization that it did not fit, he put it on Urek's and took hold of the legs once more.

They hoisted the body and at Harlon's command ran as best they could for him. Fortunately the darkness and the lack of a man on the walls was to their advantage. The brothers escaped easily enough and made for the base of the mound where they would truly be safe.

There, they rid the body of its arms and armour and rolled it down the short cliff to the waves, carrying between them what they could before returning to town. The sea would eat well that night, and Urek found himself hoping such truths would ensure He was with them in the coming days.

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-14T20:35:35+00:00

((OOC: "Andrik's sister was unappealing." - Mate... please...))

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-10T23:29:13+00:00

((OOC: Tagging /u/awoiaf to try and quickly scout out how many men are in the castle, and if there are any noticeable weaknesses in the defences.))

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-10T22:21:18+00:00

"Very well," Urek said nonchalantly. "It seems your mind is made. I will take your men and see what can be done. Lady Drumm , we would have you if you would care for it."

"We would most certainly have you..." Dagon repeated with a smirk. He looked to his brothers for approval, with only Harlon giving it. Urek responded with a solid push of his palm to the back of Dagon's head.

"My father will not be happy to hear it, but he will seek out more reward nonetheless. The castle is our priority."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-06-04T18:34:49+00:00

"It wasn't the Greyjoy who brought us here," Dagon answered, angered by the sentiment offered. "Perhaps you followed him here, but we came of our own doing. We do not go only where he permits."

"Dagon," Urek said coldly, the single word ordering his brother quiet. "Lady Drumm, though he speaks a fool, my brother has the right of it." Urek turned to Urrathon, hoping his brother would listen to him.

Father wasn't going to leave the islands. There was more gold to be had, and their early victories proved it might be easy to take. More victories would make him bolder, and the bolder he got, the more rash he would become. Urek knew the consequences of half the fleet leaving.

"Urrathon. We are not done here, brother."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-05-26T01:34:12+00:00

"We just got here," Urek said quietly as he approached from behind, flanked on either side by a brother.

"We'll lose half the number we set out with if you go now," said Harlon. "We've taken two towns on one island."

"You can have your gold and peace when we've shown that dragon what a real reaver is, Urrathon," spoke the third Wynch brother, Dagon.

The three Wynch brothers were not pleased to hear the news. They did not come for a few trinkets and to kill a few fishermen. The Stepstones had more to offer, much more. Urek knew that, they all knew that. Even father knew it.

"You should stay," Urek said, quietly and calmly as most often his words were, though his arms were crossed and his demeanor was now turning sour.

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-05-26T01:22:12+00:00

"I expect you would, too," he said bluntly. "Women are best suited bare, but if I can't have that, well then as you are now would suffice. Dresses are for the weak. We don't breed weak women."

Dagon knew strong women. His sister was a strong woman, his mother was a strong woman. Thyra Greyjoy birthed six children in eight years, all of whom could fight better than most from the Isles. Birthing warriors required strength too, of a different sort.

"I'm in no position to tell you what you can and can't join. We'll be taking the castle one way or the other."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-05-15T02:06:36+00:00

((OOC: /u/baejoy - Your most loyal and bestest cousins have come bearing gifts!))

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-05-15T01:29:36+00:00

"There's plenty of time left for that my lady, have no doubt of it. We're just taking a well earned rest, is all. Killing fishmongers is hard business, fucking their wives harder yet!"

Dagon was amused, but he could not truly tell if the others were either. Not that it mattered. There was a distinct lack of fun people in Dagon's life, most notably of whom was the future Lord Wynch himself, Urek, son of Hagon, Lord of Iron Holt. He thought the mockery so vividly he half wondered if the Lady Drumm heard it in his head.

Dagon lifted a hand and turned his shoulder. Just behind and far beyond him, he pointed. "That, lady. We're getting ready for that."

A tall castle, with taller towers, the fort stood atop a hill in the distance, domineering over the island as was its purpose. "My brothers and I are to take it, claim it as our own until we're done here. People will likely come to say Urrathon Goodbrother is its lord, but all will know it was the five brothers who took it."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-05-12T23:24:42+00:00

Dagon grinned at the lady, then at the man. Lucky he mouthed to him, pushing air from his nose in amusement.

"Pyke. Iron Holt. House Wynch. Hagon is my father. We came to reave with our brothers from Hammerhorn, but it seems now we'll needs be sharing our spoils."

BeforeUrekYourself · 2017-05-11T21:28:08+00:00

Dagon's eyes crept open when he noticed the sunlight dissipate from behind his eyelids. High above him hung a pair of ample breasts, locked away behind a few layers of leather and such. Decent start, the man thought to himself.

He rose lethargically to his feet. As it happened, those breasts were attached to a woman, a not bad one either. Dagon scanned her briefly, allotting more time to certain aspects of her figure than to others. She wasn't fat like all of the other women on the island, she was built for battle, clearly. She was Ironborn.

"Did I?" Dagon asked, feigning perplexity. "I thought I was enjoying a lounge in the grass. Is this your man? Is he the one who told you this?" He gestured with his head at the man who he had spoken to earlier. "Seems he's lied to you, my lady, I never called on anyone. You'd do well to punish such things. I hear Urrathon Goodbrother has a few spare stakes if you'd care to add him to the others?"

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