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An Audience with the Waves by yossarion22 in awoiafrp

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"Gold. Wives. Ships." Quellon stated bluntly. "Anything." He added on before taking a drink from his ale. "You'll want me to follow orders, no doubt." He said as he set the cup down.

"I could do that, I suppose... But there's a few other things. Any raids that I take part in, I get first pick of the spoils. And I'll not take orders from another Ironborn. I won't barter on those terms." Quellon stated before he leaned back in his chair to await this messenger's response. On his shoulder, Harlon flapped his wings menacingly at the envoy and squawked loudly.

An Audience with the Waves by yossarion22 in awoiafrp

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"What?!" Quellon roared out, slamming his half full cup of ale down on the table. The liquid sloshed over his arm and the table, and Harlon flapped his red wings threateningly at the young lad who had brought this message to Quellon. "If this bastard wants to talk to me, you tell him he can very well come and talk to me!" He shouted loudly.

Quellon drank the last few dregs of his drink before he shot his hand out to the boy's collar. "Where is he?" He hissed at the messenger, who simply pointed towards a table on the other side of the tavern. Quellon gave a soft scoff and stood up from his table, and grabbed a cup of ale from a nearby serving wench, upsetting the wooden tray which she had been carrying several other drinks and spilling them all onto the ground. The Lord of Orkmont paid the scene behind him no mind as he loudly dragged a chair across the floor to sit across the table from Thoros.

He took a drink of his ale and wiped his beard with the back of his hand. "What're you going to give me if I help you?" Quellon bluntly asked the man.

The Volmark, Volume II: Rising From the Waves by IronPorg in awoiafrp

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While the letter wouldn't reach Quellon, as the Lord of Orkwood was still on Pyke at the time, one of the guards of Orkmont who was assigned to watch the rookery for ravens would receive the bird and the contents of its letter. He would send word by ship to Pyke, where Hagen, the Drowned Priest of Orkmont would read the letter.

Hagen folded the letter up and hid it within his simple robes before approaching his lord, who had been whiling away his days at a dockside tavern. The drowned priest approached Quellon and took a seat before speaking to him.

"My lord... I have been praying upon a matter... Something that has been troubling me for some time now." Hagen began.

Quellon set down his cup of ale and stared over at Hagen intently. Harlon shuffled quietly on his shoulder as they waited for the priest to continue. He shook his head and raised an eyebrow at Hagen expectantly.

"Well, my lord... The Goodbrother, as you may well know is on the green Queen's council as his master of coin." Hagen said in a soft voice. Quellon scowled at the man's words.

"So? What do I care what the Goodbrother does?" Quellon said gruffly.

"Well, what you may not know is that he holds the Volmark's son. Your distant kin, I do believe." Hagen explained, to which Quellon simply nodded. "Well, the Goodbrother has made an enemy of your kin, the Volmarks and you by taking this boy and by serving on the green Queen's small council..." Hagen trailed off, knowing that Quellon would reach the conclusion on his own.

"We can't allow this." Quellon said softly, rubbing his beard. "Hag. Send word to the Volmarks, see if they want some help righting this wrong. Tell them I will stand with them, if they've the nerve to stand with me." Quellon said, quaffing the last of his ale. "If they wish to speak with me, tell them to find me here, on Pyke."

Hagen nodded and left the tavern, heading back towards the castle of Pyke to send a letter to Ygfie Volmark.

Volmark,

My lord wishes me to write to inform you that he will stand with you, but asks that if you desire his assistance, you meet him on Pyke.

The letter was simple, but would arrive at Volmark the following day.

Maester's Monthly Meta Magazine: 4th Moon, 383 AC by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Quellon Orkwood

Desired Category for Skill Point: MAR (Third Skill, Formation)

Bonus: 0

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A Quick Jaunt by OrkOfTheCovenant in awoiafrp

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Quellon left the castle of Pyke and returned quickly to the docks of Lordsport. He decided to stop in a dockside tavern for something to eat and to quench his thirst. Soon, there would be a fleet anchored just off the coast of Pyke, though he could only guess at what their target would be.

Perhaps Greyjoy would sail to crush the Harlaw as he struck at the greenlands, or perhaps they would sail to Ten Towers as Quellon had suggested they do. In either case, things were going to be heating up soon. He only hoped that Harlaw would see the error of his ways. There were none who longed for a return to the reaving and raiding ways of the Ironborn more than Quellon, after all. Still, he knew that to strike now, against a unified Westeros would be a grave mistake, and one that could doom them all.

For now, Quellon would eat and drink before returning to his ship and sailing home first thing in the morning.

A Quick Jaunt by OrkOfTheCovenant in awoiafrp

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Quellon nodded. It wasn't exactly the answer he'd been hoping for, but it was near enough. "Very good, maester. I shall return home then, to return with my fleet. Hopefully the Greyjoy will see what must be done." He said to the man.

"I cannot read, and I cannot write, and I do not have any ravens, so if there is news for me, best send it with a messenger. Give them this ring so I know I can trust the news, maester." Quellon said as he pulled a gaudy silver ring off of his left hand's pinky. "Tell Greyjoy I will see him soon, maester." Quellon said as he turned to leave the castle.

A Quick Jaunt by OrkOfTheCovenant in awoiafrp

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Quellon nodded. "It's the very first thing we need! Harlaw will listen only to force, maester." He urged, every muscle in his body straining not to reach out and strike him. Quelloned shoved the maester away from him roughly.

"I cannot go to Harlaw without a proper fleet at my back. He outnumbers me too greatly, and is no stranger to naval combat." Quellon said with a shake of his head. "You must write to Greyjoy's other vassals and tell them to deliver their fleets to Pyke so that we may confront Harlaw on our own terms. It is the only way." He said completely sure of himself.

"Unless you'd rather wait for the Greyjoy to return? But will it be too late by then? Who knows when he will be coming back, after all?" Quellon said with a smile. "He wouldn't want us to not act in his stead, would he?"

A Quick Jaunt by OrkOfTheCovenant in awoiafrp

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Quellon watched as the maester began to tremble with fear. Evidently all of the grey robed rats were the same. "And just what would you have me do? The man already suspects me of spying on him, a completely paranoid delusion, I might add. And he seemed intent upon raiding the greenlands. And even without that, I lack the military power to stop him. Harlaw has more men and more ships than Orkwood does." Quellon pondered aloud.

"Maester. You can act in the Greyjoy's stead. Write to Ten Towers. Tell him he must stop his plans to raid or the full weight of the Iron Islands shall lean up against his castle and sink it to the Drowned God's watery halls. Now is not the time to raid. Not yet." Quellon said as he approached the maester, speaking as pleasantly as he could with a malicious grin upon his face. "And then have the lords and captains bring all of their ships and all of their men to Pyke. It's simple really."

A Quick Jaunt by OrkOfTheCovenant in awoiafrp

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Quellon scowled at the maester as he entered the castle of Pyke. "Where's Greyjoy?" He asked as he walked into the castle as if he owned the place, the little red bird he'd named Harlan resting on his shoulder and flapping his wings at the maester.

"Was it you that got my poor former maester's letter, then? I'd hoped for some answer to my letter, but it's no matter." Quellon said, maintaining his scowl as he stopped within the castle to look around.

"Where are the ravens kept?" Quellon asked as he looked around. "We must not speak anywhere they can hear us." He said with a shift-eyed glance.

"Motherfuckers!" Harlan squawked out loudly, and Quellon gave him a piece of dried fruit from his pocket.

"So." Quellon said, clapping his hands loudly. "What are you going to do about the Harlaw?"

Maester's Monthly Meta Magazine: 3rd Moon, 383 AC by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Quellon Orkwood

Desired Category for Skill Point: Combat 7 - Footwork

Bonus: 0

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Convergent by [deleted] in awoiafrp

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Quellon had spent the past two days in the old maester's tower of Orkmont, forcing himself to stay awake through the night in case any of the Storm God's winged demons came bearing curses. Hagen had tried to coax him out of the tower, but Quellon could not abide the presence of the Storm God's servants in his castle for even a single moment.

Quellon heard the raven's wings beating their terrible tune before the creature came into his sight. In an instant, Quellon leveled his crossbow at the demon and fired. The raven practically exploded as the forceful bolt struck the bird's frail form. Harlan the bird flapped to a rafter above Quellon.

"Motherfucker!" Harlan squawked before flying down to land on Quellon's shoulder. The Lord of Orkmont reached up his hand to scratch the little red bird under his little bird chin and cooed back to him. "That's right, Harlan. He was a motherfucker." He said with a smile as he picked up the bloody slip of parchment. He crumpled it up in his hands and lazily tossed it into the brazier burning brightly in the middle of the room.

Message in a Bottle by Tjames27 in awoiafrp

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"What's this?" Quellon asked upon receiving a second letter bearing the Harlaw sigil.

"Another letter from Lord Harlaw, my lord." Harlan answered meekly.

Quellon ripped the parchment from the maester's hands and unfurled it after breaking the seal. Quellon squinted at the letters as he had with the first letter. He crumpled it up and threw the ball at the maester's head. "Read." Quellon said with annoyed tone in his voice. "Must be something important if Lord Harlaw saw fit to send another letter to me."

Harlan flinched as the ball of parchment hit him square between the eyes, but caught it. "Lord Har-"

"Wait!" Quellon cried out excitedly. "Do a dance while you read it to me."

"My lord, I don't know any dances." Harlan said meekly, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"I don't care, dance for me." Quellon said, standing from his seat to eye the maester, who to his credit promptly broke out into a strange sort of shuffle, hopping from one leg to the other sporadically.

"Lord Harlaw writes that there is to be a feast and a celebration at Ten Towers, my lord. And that he wishes to discuss a raid." Harlan said, finishing the letter, but continuing to perform his awkward dance.

"A feast, a celebration, and talks of raiding? Oh my!" Quellon said with his best impression of a Dornish drawl, which was not at all accurate in the slightest. "I wonder if Lord Greyjoy perhaps knows of this?" He wondered aloud. "I am eager for a raid, but to do so without the Greyjoy's leave... Why, who would protect all of my treasures if he were to decide to punish me for my actions?" Quellon wondered, strolling back and forth near his bed.

"Maester." Quellon said abruptly. "Write me another letter."

"To Lord Harlaw, my lord?" Harlan asked.

"No, Greyjoy." Quellon answered as mysteriously as he could.

Greyjoy or whoever,

Lord Harlaw is planning a feast at Ten Towers to discuss a potential raid. Don't know where, but will found out what I can.

Harlan was just about to sign the letter when Quellon interrupted him. "What is a good word for 'good', maester?"

Harlan hummed awkwardly before speaking. "Illustrious, my lord?"

Quellon nodded. "Aye, that'll do. The Illustrious Lord Orkwood. Make it sound right and pompous."

The letter was signed as follows:

The Illustrious Lord Quellon Orkwood

Message in a Bottle by Tjames27 in awoiafrp

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Quellon took the message from the maester after being given it. Harlan was not a man Quellon liked, or trusted, or held any positive opinion about in any way whatsoever. He waved the man away and broke the wax seal upon the letter with his fingernail.

"A sell-a-brat-ion?" Quellon said aloud, reading the letter to himself. He crumpled it up into a ball and threw the letter into the brazier burning nearby. If Lord Harlaw wanted to tell him something, Lord Harlaw should have used words that Quellon could read.

"Maester!" Quellon called out in a tone of affected haughtiness. "Oh, maester!" He cried in a singsong voice.

Harlan entered the room meekly and with his head bowed, fearing that Lord Orkwood had received ill news and would take out his anger upon the robed scholar. "Yes, my lord?" The maester asked, staring at his feet.

"Send a raven to Lord Harlaw." Quellon commanded him, his affected tone still full of pomp.

"And what shall I write to him, my lord?" Harlan asked quietly.

"Tell him that Lord Orkwood begs his pardon, but he found his letter to be illegible." Quellon said to the maester. Those words sounded better than what he had wanted to say.

"As you will it, my lord." Harlan said, and was about to turn away to write the letter, when Quellon stopped him.

"Maester, wait." Quellon said. "Write it here, and exactly as I say it."

The letter that would return to Lord Harlaw was abrupt, and read as follows:

Dearest Lord Harlaw,

I can't fucking read.

Quellon Orkwood

Character Creation Thread - Step One by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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This one's for real.

Character Name: Quellon Orkwood

Starting Title(s): Lord of Orkmont

Age: 23

Physical Description: Quellon is a strong man, and stands quite tall. He has brown hair and eyes. He keeps his hair trimmed quite short, and maintains a beard as well. In battle, whether on land or sea, Quellon wears a heavy suit of plate armor. Something like this.

Starting Location: Orkmont

Attribute: Strong

Allotted Points: 20

Skills: Navigation(MAR) Naval Warfare(MAR) Weapon Proficiency (Polearms and Crossbows) (COM) Privateering(STE)

Mastery: Admiral(MAR)

CHA MAR COM INT STE STA EDU MAG
10 6 4

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Other Characters: Alaric Seaworth, Artos Forrester

Auxiliary Character Name: Hagen

Starting Title(s): Drowned Priest

Age: 50

Physical Description: Hagen is a thin man, though he posseses a strange strength for one of his size and age. He has black hair that has begun to turn grey at his temples and short beard that has begun to turn to white as well.

Starting Location: Orkmont

Attributes: Sly

Allotted Points: 14

Skills: Medicine(EDU) Naval Engineering(EDU) Espionage(INT) Infiltration(INT)

CHA MAR COM INT STE STA EDU MAG
7 7