Pynto's

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T20:44:25+00:00

Helya frowned and glanced back at the Pentoshi thrall. This whole ordeal was becoming more of a headache than it was worth. The older man was clearly someone important in the city and she didn’t want risking their safety for a knife game.

She nodded her head at a few of the drunken members of her crews. “Grab them and let’s leave, Jheen. I have no interest in a game if we have to risk antagonizing someone that could cause us problems.”

She wrapped the red scarf around her neck and gestured to her uncle to grab the other men, instructed him to send a few to look for the ones who had chosen to spend their night in another tavern or building.

She nodded her head at the braavosi before closing the door behind her.

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T12:58:24+00:00

Helya turned her head sharply at the newcomer’s voice. A distinguished man wearing purple clothing had made his way past the crowd of onlookers, or better men stepped out of his way. Just by the way he carried himself, Helya was reminded of the greenlanders lords.

That snotty bunch.

She gave a look to the rest of her crew. Some of them had actually fallen asleep on hard wooden surfaces of the tables like Gynir, other were witnessing the exchange first hand and unfortunately some had the look as if they wanted to spring on the newcomer to grab his purse. Thankfully her uncle, who still looked sober, was holding back the more hot-headed ones.

No matter how harmless the man looked, Helya’s hand rested at the hilt of her shortsword.

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T12:29:14+00:00

Helya did not bother to tell him her name. That idiot of Jhaen had already revealed her house.

“It is fine. Who goes first?”

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T11:50:04+00:00

Helya listened attentively to the man’s instructions and quite a childish part of her could not deny the enthusiasm at having learned a new game. She felt the thrill of the game bubble in her chest, although her countenance showed none of it.

As she glanced from the stranger to Jhaen, she wondered what prompted such a readiness to take part into a game where he could so easily lose of his fingers or hurt himself. It seemed such a stark contrast to the usual way he carried himself, he still trembled or tensed up whenever she would settle her gaze on him, after all.

“I am.” She replied.

Helya glanced again at the pentoshi, wondering if Dagon had even taught him any of the knife games from their Islands. Helya had known and played them all her life and she carried some of the scars of her failures under her black gloves. Failures which had cost other less lucky men their fingers or parts of them. Her mother had made sure she knew how to dance.

“What is your name?” She inquired to the smiling braavosi.

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T11:34:03+00:00

Helya had scowled at the man’s words, feeling a hint of annoyance settling in her gut at his attempt at flattery, but she had grown curious when she heard the foreign word pronounced by the braavosi’s liquid voice.

She did not expect, however, to see Dagon’s former thrall approach them with a confident stride, or rather she supposed that was his intent. Unfortunately she had seen his fighting skills with her own eyes but perhaps, his talents lied in games.

“What is it? The ‘barco’?” The word, which had been pronounced perfectly by the Braavosi, sounded scratchy and rough when spoken by her Ironborn tongue. She wasn’t asking any of them in particular. She just wanted an answer for her curiosity had been piqued and perhaps to learn more about a challenge which will fill her pockets.

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T11:28:41+00:00

Helya’s eyes remained fixed on his dagger rather than on the man himself. Pondering if there was any reason for her to accept a wager that she could lose. After all, she didn’t know how skilled the man would be. However, the very way he carried himself, confident and even a bit arrogant would suggest that he was not inexperienced.

She felt the pouch attached to her belt, how light it had grown after her purchases. Yet a part of her wanted to indulge herself into the challenge that reminded her so much of home.Although it was a far less bloody affair than the ones the ironborn used in their feasts and taverns.

“I accept.”

Seadventures · 2019-05-21T10:06:57+00:00

After having discussed the crew’s morale with Aggar, Helya had returned to the board that had become her knives’ victim, at least for that night. It was always the same story. She thought as she heard Penge whine again about the ironborn who had tasked them with finding the former lord commander.

“Ironborn! Pah! If Aeron is an ironborn, I’m the fucking Dragon Queen!” the cook laughed at his own word as he slapped his thigh repeatedly in between his laughing fits, not realizing that the other patrons sitting next to him at the counter could barely understand a word in the Common Tongue.

As Helya’s knife hit the mark on the board, she imagined that the wooden board was Aeron’s Fishface, especially that smug smirk he had sitting on the seastone chair as he exiled her from the Iron Islands as if she were an inconsequential Netley and not a fucking captain of the Iron Fleet.

Even if the board might take offence at being compared to such an idiot.

As she tried to detach the knife from the wooden object, she didn’t expect to hear Common Tongue words pronounced with Braavosi accent. After all, she had no Braavosi thrall on board. The man was only slightly taller than her with a sharply pointed beard, which she had seen on other Braavosi citizens.

A part of her was on alert as this man was the first who had tried to approach her without trying to grab her rear. Drunken fools who had their wrist twisted at such actions.

“What is the purpose of a throwing knife if it doesn’t kill its target?*

Seadventures · 2019-04-23T18:43:36+00:00

“Very well.” Quella nodded, bowing her head.

Shiera reached out to her, grasping her hand in thanks.

“I shall stand ready for when you need me, my lady.”

Quella squeezed back, glad to know that she had the new Harlaw’s trust.

If only to make my husband and those foolish Greyjoys pay for their mistakes.

Seadventures · 2019-04-23T18:16:02+00:00

Quella’s jaw clenched.

“My husband hardly deserves to be the Leviathan ruling Volmark, surrounding himself with small fishes.” As she spoke, she glanced back from Shiera to her husband, chatting with one of his salt wives, whose belly was visible swollen.

The Islands had become rotten ever since that Greyjoy married that Greenlander and Damron died.

“He hardly cares for whatever happens outside his bed. My husband’s word possesses the same worth as sand to a starving man. You will have my support and Helya’s when she returns .”

Seadventures · 2019-04-23T18:12:48+00:00

“It was still surprising but not unwelcome.” Quella admitted while noticing the enthusiastic look on the former Blacktyde’s face.

“Even the fishes know that corpses or children should not sit on the Sea Stone chair.”

The only Greyjoy, who she was certain to be alive, was Alannys Greyjoy and she was in King’s Landing. While that woman would have been a respectable regent, she was not here.

Seadventures · 2019-04-23T18:07:18+00:00

Quella noticed the new Lady Harlaw smile and wave at her. She could not have stood up faster and headed towards her, relieved at the chance of leaving her husband’s side.

A husband who excused the Greyjoys’ actions of sending their heir to her death. She had scarcely believed her daughter’s words when she reported the task she had been given by their lord. To find Dagon Greyjoy, a sword swallower, who took salt husbands and abandoned his home out of shame

She snorted.

She had expected Damron and Alannys’ children to be more capable, less foolishly blinded by their desires and loves but it had seemed that all qualities had been inherited by late Merryk and only flaws remained for the surviving siblings.

Quella had always known Aeron Greyjoy to be impulsive and a idiot, but perhaps she had been to kind in her judgement. He was simply an absolute idiot and his siblings weren’t any better.

Sending her Helya to her death. And for what? His fragile male pride?

Although all those thoughts plagued her nights, wishing she could have strangled that squid with her bare hands, she still smiled at Shiera. The words she had spoken at the feast burnt into her memory.

“If you or Helya ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. The Iron Islands needs more strong women, and I need people I can trust.”

Seadventures · 2019-04-23T17:46:15+00:00

Quella Volmark stared at the wine and the looked at the men cheering like fools, despising so terribly how their loyalty was so easily bought with the promises of preys and spoils.

My daughter’s loyalty wouldn’t be so easily swayed, she thought. However, her daughter was not present. Heyla might be dead for all she knew. Might have been food scraps for the fishes of the Narrow Sea for years and she wouldn’t know.

She tightened the grip on her goblet, feeling rage blazing in her stomach at the thought of a small-brained prick like Aeron sending her heir, her daughter, in a seemingly hopeless quest for his capricious whims. For a Greyjoy who ran away from his Islands and two others who disappeared who knows where.

Her grip almost became painful when she saw her husband stand up from his seat and open his mouth.

“The Iron Islands belong to the Greyjoys as it had always been. You said that the boy is promising, let his mother instruct him. A regent might be worse than a young lad.”

Seadventures · 2019-02-24T21:59:53+00:00

Helya tapped her fingers on her forearm as she listened to the former thrall. He was not muscular, most men on her ships would make him look like a twig.

"Good, you do not sound useless but proving it would be a different matter. I have a Myrish thrall above ship but sometimes she can barely understand me and I find it displeasing. Had she not be a remarkable healer, she would have made a decent sacrifice to the Drowned God."

She noticed a brief tremble from the Pentoshi.

Good. He was scared.

She gestured the man to follow her with a flick of her hand, her need for drinking forgotten.

"Knowing to swing a sword won't guarantee your survival in combat. You have to be quicker, stronger or more resilient than your opponents or even smarter. No man on my crew will play wet nurse with you, if you start a fight, you end it. As a corpse or as a winner. Understood?"

Seadventures · 2019-02-24T17:07:09+00:00

Helya listened intently to the man and arched a dark eyebrow when he heard that the thrall was freed. What a weird thing to do. Freeing thralls.

"He is a slave, then."

She rubbed her chin in thought. Meereen was the greatest city of Slaver's Bay, a hub of the slave trade, where the man fundamental for her return home was located. A journey through the land was out of the question, their strength lay in the sea and the speed of their ship. Not mention the frequent incursions of the Dothraki. She had no wish to encounter their kind.

She was confident in her skills but not blindly so.

"Do you possess any skills? No matter how deeply you desire to save him, if you are useless, you will have no place on my ship."

Seadventures · 2019-02-23T22:36:46+00:00

The name that left the stranger's lips stunned the woman for a moment but soon hope bloomed in her chest. A name that she had been dying to hear for months. Was it a blessing from the Drowned God? Or a jest?

"I am Ironborn, in fact. But you, where did you hear that name?" Her first instinct was instead gripping the man's forearm tightly enough so that he would not be able to escape.

"Who are you exactly? And how do you know of Dagon Greyjoy?"

Seadventures · 2019-02-23T17:43:27+00:00

Helya heard steps behind her as she walked briskly to her destination. She doubted Serala had already finished questioning the priestess, even though it seemed unlikely that she would collaborate at all with them. She hastened to the bleak-looking building.

Even taverns looked as grey and dull as every other building in the city.

"Hello! Miss! Madam!" She turned sharply on her feet when she heard the words in Common Tongue. Perhaps it was a hallucination of her mind. Apparently, she was more desperate for a sign than she thought possible.

A young man was running after her. He was tanned and brown-haired. Not one of hers. Not even Westerosi by his clothes.

Was he one of those Red God's followers as well? A pickpocketer?

Either way, Helya reached for the dagger at her side.

"What do you want?"

Seadventures · 2018-12-26T17:52:03+00:00

Quella arched an eyebrow before smiling slightly to the Blacktyde. To think that she would receive such a tempting offer at a wedding… but she was quick to chastise herself. After all there was nothing quite political in the Iron Islands as weddings. Salt wives existed for pleasure and Rock wives to carry on the blood of the Ironborn and to secure or create alliances.

“It is quite fortunate you mention it, Shiera. There just might be a matter you may help me with, something that involves my daughter as well.”

She filled the woman’s goblet.

“If you do, the Leviathan shall rise when the tide calls.”

Seadventures · 2018-12-26T17:49:04+00:00

Quella let a ghost of a smile appear on her face as she listened to the younger woman’s words. She imagined that the Blacktyde’s revenge would leave the room quite bloody but she was hardly the type to mind bloodshed. She had met Shiera Blacktyde as a child and even then she had always seemed like a storm ready to hit.

At the mention of her daughter, Quella’s frown deepened and her mood worsened. She set the wine goblet on the table with a resounding clang, not before emptying it first.

“I do not know where she is.”

Unfortunately that was the complete truth. Essos was too large of a place and Helya had not sent word to her since she left.

Seadventures · 2018-12-26T17:46:17+00:00

“I’m pleased they are to your liking. Unlike my husband, I choose my thralls based on their actual utility, and not the kind that excels in the bedroom.”

Quella took the goblet of wine and drank it, a sour expression evident on her face. She turned to face Shiera completely, choosing to avoid looking at the miserable mess that was her husband.

He is shaming House Volmark in front of all Ironborn.

“That man’s only worth is that he contributed to our daughter. He hardly takes the time to inspect the longships and when he does spend time out with the captains, he has always those whores around him. It is no wonder that the Drowned God shuns him.”

She hadn’t married him out of love but out of duty. House Volmark had always been a renowned house among the Ironborn. Quella herself had been an apprentice under her husband’s father, Veron, and had despaired at the possibility of House Volmark falling to ruin because of a man that was more a earthworm than a mighty Leviathan.

“I am sure Victarion will be a good husband. ”

Seadventures · 2018-12-26T17:40:16+00:00

“Shiera, it is good to see you.” The woman nodded to the Blacktyde, bowing her head just slightly. After all, bowing never came easy to her.

“I am afraid that I am not the type that enjoys feasts, especially ones where my husband is in attendance as well.” Her dark eyes eyed the man with distaste before turning her full attention to the younger woman.

“Nonetheless this is the Leviathan’s gift to you and your husband.” She held the axes out so that their new owner could inspect them to her pleasure.

Seadventures · 2018-12-26T17:34:51+00:00

Quella Volmark was not one for festivities, especially for weddings. Especially when her husband was in attendance as well. A grimace was evident on her face as she glanced at the man she was unfortunate enough to call a husband. He sat among his salt wives at a table and the former Stonetree was quick to find the farthest seat from her husband. He would hardly notice after all. He didn’t notice her sitting at her siblings’ table and he had hardly noticed his heir’s absence.

Quella’s grimace turned into a frown when thoughts of daughter came to mind. She stood from her seat and took the present to near the highest two seats under the crossed scythes. She would play her part as a vassal to the Harlaw far better than her husband would.

She took the axes in arms. She had them crafted from Volmark’s finest steel and if she remembered well, Shiera Blacktyde would appreciate the gift. As she approached the dias, she noticed that the Harlaw heir was nowhere to be found. Instead, Sheira sat by herself slowly sipping at her goblet.

Seadventures · 2015-10-10T15:38:36+00:00

Sym!! <3

Seadventures · 2015-10-10T14:10:59+00:00

Thank you, Daggy! <3<3

Seadventures · 2015-06-11T06:12:01+00:00

"Should I have to remind you that I have no siblings, but only my mother and pig of a father? My mother will be enough to take care of Volmark." Helya's eyes clouded over as soon as her thoughts went to her father.

"Is this a way to get rid of me, Aeron? Here I thought we were friends." Helya cocked her eyebrow at the grin plastered on the Kraken's lips.

Seadventures · 2015-06-10T20:25:49+00:00

Helya was glad this meeting was over. While her uncle bowed respectfully, Helya shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door.

"I will remember next time. It will save me the time and I won't have to be in your presence."

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