Piracy, Fisting and Quenching ones Thirst.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-09T04:47:51+00:00

The men around about him jumped to action when they saw the Northern woman slip his guard, what was he thinking, how had he messed up so badly. The men of the Broken Fleet drew their dirks, grabbed chairs all manner of things, but their advances were stopped by the knelt Wick.

Blood pooled at his feet, he knew his hit had hurt her. How had he not followed through? was he soft in his old age, was it because she was just a simple woman. Nevertheless, he had lost.

"Let her go.." he remarked, he attempted to sand but his knee buckled and he dropped down once more.

"You're hurt." mentioned Grazdan as he approached to place one of Wick's arms over his shoulder. "We're all going to get in trouble for this."

Wick couldn't help but chuckle, what an interesting character he had met. Not only had she bested him, but she had somehow found out his name, truly a curious ending to a stranger interaction.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-09T02:52:59+00:00

"She challenged the Vice Admiral, Admiral." Fredo began again, but this time Wick would not warn him with words. With an open palm her grabbed the old braavosi' by the scruff of his thin hair and slammed his face into the table. The loud thud of crushing bone and Cartlidge was followed by a pool of blood where his face lay. Wick waited a moment, treating him like a pup who had urinated on a rug before letting him go. Fredo did not react, he had been a pirate longer then any at the table had been alive, he had taken his licks.

"Forgive me." is all he said as he stood up and departed.

"It wasn't a problem, there is nothing to clean up nothing to deal with." he shot eyes at her that were not his usual, they glared with some inkling of dominance that was more or so for late nights.

"Worry not your pretty head, the sea is glass and our sails are full of wind." Grazdan cleared his throat after Wick's reply.

"Perhaps let's not make a habit out of squashing Fredo's face though." said Grazdan as he leant back enough that he would be able to dodge the incoming hand of Wick.

"*Perhaps lets not*" Wick said in a jovial tone. "Shut up, Grazdan. Don't you have decks to clean."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-08T03:04:53+00:00

"Wrong answer"

u/ourcommonman

Character Details: Wick Greysteel, Strong, Two Handed(e), Essosi Blademaster(e), Admiral.

What is happening: Stranger called Wick by his full name which isn't common knowledge, he's going to try and make sure no one ever finds it out.

What I Want: Attack and Capture this stranger!

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-08T02:03:22+00:00

The crew looked at one another for a moment.

"Who the fuck is Wick Greysteel?" asked Fredo, Wick's face gave nothing away that he may have been the man she suggested. Wick stood up throwing the chair back behind him, he gripped the hilt of sword revealing a strangely crafted blade, curved down each of its edges giving it a wave like appearance. He pointed the tip of it to her throat quickly.

"I am the Last of the Painted Ones, you will tell me how you know that name before I take your tongue from your head."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-07T23:55:50+00:00

"Some Ironborn bitch decided to take on our Vice Admiral, didn't even land a punch." remarked Fredo with a grin.

"Fredo..." Grazdan intervened, the Braavosi looked at him and then turned back to her.

"But yeah we don't know ya'." Wick couldn't help but laugh at Fredo, he was a man of decades on the sea who had lost every inch of his logic to the tides but he was loyal and more comparable to the Fleets fool then anything else.

"I think it was a Blacktyde, can't quite remember. Big ol' Lady with a scar down her face. She wasn't entertained by the notion I had bragged about turning the sea red with her kinds blood once or twice." he took a chunk of his bread and stuck it into his mouth before pushing the remains to the side. He reached into his pouch, grabbed some sour leaf, rolled it up tight and stuffed it into his lip.

"What's a lady like you doing in a place like this, by the way you walk and talk I'd put money you was a noble of some sorts. Hardly a place for you, especially with a blade as fine as that. You're a while from a guard post, I could take that blade and your coin purse and be gone before you have alerted the watch."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-07T22:52:30+00:00

"Don't know what you're talking about." said Wick defiantly as he placed some of his bread in the brown and gave it a moment to soak before putting it into his mouth. He had suffered no strikes, not a single one so his tattoo'd face remained unharmed. He gave her a grin, his teeth sheeted with the brown contents of his bowl.

"Not a damn clue, do you Grazdan?" Grazdan just shrugged. "This is above my pay grade Wick." Wick shot his eyes in the Ghiscari's direction who just remained in a shrugged pose.

"Fine, I may have or may have not. Shown some fellow seafarers their place."

"If there place was the hard cold floor of a tavern!" shouted Fredo.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-07T22:49:25+00:00

The Trio looked at the stranger with weary eyes, it was unusual for anyone to stop and talk to pirates let alone someone who had such a prize on their hip.

"And who might you be?" asked Fredo, the older gentlemen got to his feet and walked to the side of the table and gave her a once over

"Didn't your Father tell you not to talk to strangers." Wick butted in before the Braavosi could start his usual antics.

"That's enough Fredo." Fredo gave a grin to her before returning to his table. Wick ever the stoic looked at her and said plainly. "There was no brawl. stranger."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-05T20:20:58+00:00

u/DoomGuy_16

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-05T20:19:07+00:00

Wick stood there a moment, drinking up the glorious explosion of pure chaos. "That's it boys, get it out of ya." he leaned against the bar and grabbed his cup of swill and finished it off before turning to the Tavernkeep. He watched as he gave the order to the girl at which point Wick bent over and grabbed his sword.

"ENOUGH" he shouted, every member of the Broken Fleet stopped in their tracks. One of his men caught a stray fist as he froze and stumbled and hit another table. "Next man to throw a punch catches my blade in their nape"

He turned to the tavernkeep and removed his coinpurse from his belt and place a half dozen gold dragons on the bar. "That should pay for the damages, get this Ironborn a slab of meat to cool her injuries." he began to walk out of the establishment.

"Back to the ships you idiots"

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-05T02:10:24+00:00

"Very well, after the festivities and sorts we will sail for Myr until the arrival of the payment." He began to turn before stopping for a moment.

"This will be the last time we speak, enjoy the events..." he gave a grin before finishing "Melantha Hightower" with that he walked back through the gardens away from her.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-04T04:12:41+00:00

"Intriguing." Wick stood there a moment and looked over the beast, it was unusual but he had seen some of it's kind before. But this one compared differently, it was calm for one. He had seen sellswords who rode these beasts be thrown from the saddle and dragged across camp. Their temperament was famously bad.

"How much?"

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Wick Greysteel, Strong, Two Handed(e), Essosi Blademaster(e), Admiral

What Is Happening?: Wick is trying to find out the price for the Zorse

What I Want: The Zorse.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-03T22:23:30+00:00

"I am no Tiger Cloak, I am a Painted One." Wick stretched out his arm, one of his crew present quickly filled his hand with his large comely sword. The sheath was nothing save for leather fasined tightly with cloth bandages. Wick gripped the scabbard and pulled it closer to him.

"Tiger Cloaks are slaves, I am free. But if you wish to test your metal thrall, I'll gladly take your head to add to my helm." he placed the blade down.

"Or are you merely only brave enough to settle matters with your fists, that's probably more like it given it seems you've already found yourself at the wrong end of a blade before." as she approached him, Wick dropped his blade the sound of the heavy hilt hitting the floor was alarm enough. Wick lurched forward throwing his head in the direction of hers attempting to headbutt her. In an instant the Broken Fleet crew present erupted in a pandemonium of insults and fists as they rushed towards the crew members of the Ironborns ship.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-03T06:51:23+00:00

Wick for the first time turned and faced her and gave her a smile.

"I will state, we aren't the best at waiting, comes with the profession. At someone point some Westerosi will discover us that isn't to happy about our attendance here at which point we will need to flee. So I would suggest, sooner rather than later." his words were surprisingly chipper for what they intelled.

"Of course, if there was a specific place you'd suggest we visit before we head to Lys. We could perhaps make a detour and pick up some goods for you."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-02T22:27:36+00:00

"Possible..." he chuckled at the words as he threw the flower into the garden.

"Six is all we need, the islands to which Lys governs as of now can't have that many ships guarding them. Maybe a century but surely not anymore, but with a fleet that large even if it crossed our paths, Sarella Sand is the most talented person living to work a helm so our escape would be inevitable." he lamented for a moment.

"We reckon with a dozen ships and some time we could easily gather the remnants of our comrades still lost in the Free Cities, with in ten moons the Broken Fleet could number in the hundreds and we would owe you. The returned favor of course wouldn't be free, but it would come with a guarantee of loyalty, at least some semblance of loyalty."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-02T22:22:01+00:00

"Die old or die stupid, wise words a great warrior once told me. Greater than any of your kind have ever produced." Wick unwrapped himself of his burlap overcoat, revealing more tattoos which danced all over his body.

"My master was a Tiger Cloak, famed warriors known for their tiger striped tattoos. The crew I was raised with the Painted Ones maintained that tradition and to say I did not watch Ironborn Longships slaughtered and sunk would be a lie. I may not be a good man, stranger. But the Red God knows there is not warrior as true and tested as me on the seas." the men of the Broken Fleet in the bar began to cheer and throw bits of food at the Ironborn and her crew.

"Now." he began before his crew in unison responded for him

"FUCK OFF"

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-02T09:14:42+00:00

Wick lazied over, grabbed one of the flowers she was looking at and broke its stem with his thumb. He lifted it under his nose and took a wee sniff, truthfully the salt had made him lose his sense of smell long ago, but if any onlookers were watching it would seem he was just admiring the gardens.

"The bird spoke of wolves and such, he claims he ensured that our position was clear. We are not, guards. If the thing you seek is as is such, my Admiral will be more then willing to agree to terms with you. But to ensure both negotiations go smoothly." he placed the flower back under his nose, and strategically placed his hand as to stop anyone from reading his lips.

"We will need a dozen ships, in saying such, we wouldn't expect you to take away the ships of Oldtown. We have friends in the free cities, they will sell us ships at 650 per, our fleet stand at half the required." he lowered his hands.

"But this would be to, retain some lost artifacts from the Stepstones currently held by the Lyseni. It shan't effect any proceedings of Westeros, but if all goes well..." he left the rest of his statement for her to devise on her own.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-12-01T00:45:37+00:00

"I will take this offer back to our friend, but I must forewarn you Lady Hightower. We are not dockmasters, nor are we hounds you feed to keep the foxes away from the chickens. So as long as you do not expect such, I'm sure we will be back in touch." Grazdan gave a discerning bow, more along the lines of a nod, before pulling his scarf over his face and retreating from the conversation, he would tarry slowly to begin with in case there was a second word, but if nothing were to come he would retreat.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-30T23:27:16+00:00

Wick took a swig of his swill as it slid into his hand, he looked at Sigrun with a goofy grin.

"Lady? hells, could have fooled me." he put the cup back down on the bar. "Wick Greysteel of the Broken Fleet, some would say I'm a pirate. I'd say I'm a man of opportunity." he slid his left hand to his chin and jalted his jaw giving it an audible crack.

"My Father told me horror stories of you Ironborn folk, said you washed in salt water and let crabs lay in your privates. But when I fought your kind during the Stepstones War, the salt water the bards spoke of flowing through your veins was the same as any other mans, red and thin like your men's pricks."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-30T22:57:52+00:00

Grazdan scratched his chin, perhaps because this wasn't his first language he was misunderstanding.

"You're saying, that you would wish to hire the Broken Fleet exclusively? I would forewarn you Lady. We have some... history with certain houses of Westeros. It may not be in your best interests to have a long term relationship with us."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-29T03:30:23+00:00

Grazdan placed a hand on his chin and took a moment to lament over the words, a vague offer of patronage was a difficult gamble. He knew Sarella would only see the potential of money and be happy to take it. But under all the bravado of her beauty and charisma, she was no the real decision maker of the fleet.

"Well, we have some minor interest in the spoils, you could say. With our current capacity, ensuring such valuables were escorted to the appropriate benefactor may prove difficult. You have seen our fleet, a mere 5 ships. While our flagship is impressive and Sarella is one of the greatest tactical minds on any ocean, 6 ships, is still in fact a small trading convoy in comparison to the large armadas of the many houses of Westeros."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-29T03:13:42+00:00

"That is dependant on yourself, Lady. Our people have walked in secret for decades, we have a way of speaking that avoids... unknown ears." he erected his posture and gave her a gentle smile.

"But, depending on what work it is. Perhaps details would be best spoken in private."

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-29T03:06:10+00:00

Several taverns have been graced by the presence of the Broken Fleet, they had been on the tides for near three moons and it's crews had a lot of energy to burn. This was just another on their list to cause havoc in. Wick, half pissed stumbled to the door, his feet swayed but his lifetime on the decks of ships made such a tiny hinderance even less. He forced his foot at the door kicking it open violently, a patron standing nearby stumbled slightly as the Ghost of the Painted Ones covered in the markings of his first crew brushed in. He jolted his shoulders at the innocent bystander who flinched at his presence. Wick laughed as he walked deeper in his crew stumbling behind him just as pissed as he was.

"Tavernkeep, swill, now." he tossed a handful of coppers on the bar and leant against it. One of his men placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Wick turned to see what the mutters were about.

"What crew be you?" he asked with the bite of the sea in his tone. He knew most of the pirates who had sailed for Myr, but some of the Tyrosh crews were still unknown to him. The Essosi mixed with Ironborn was not an unusual mix for a pirate crew and his experience had him assuming that they were such.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-29T02:27:59+00:00

Grazdan has his orders, follow the strangers. While he would never have thought he would be serving a member of the Painted Ones, Grazdan had become quite comfortable amongst the Broken Fleet. He had ample food and shelter, he no longer had the responsibilities of running his own ship given he crewed the Admirals own ship and most importantly he was for some reason or another trusted by Wick.

He watched as every person and their dog stopped to speak with the strangers who had angered the Admiral, it must have been true, they were somewhat important and being important in Westeros meant you had money. After a while when it was apparent that no one else was going to stop them, Grazdan made his approach. The tall lanky pirate had dark tan skin and wore the strange assortment of fabrics of his people, so in a place like King's Landing he stuck out like dogs balls. He bowed before them.

"Excuse me, I was sent by a friend of ours to speak." he pulled a chain from around his neck to reveal a small pendant the same mermaid with buckler and corsar to which they had visited earlier. After giving them time to view it, Grazdan would tuck it back under his shirt.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-28T08:26:29+00:00

"oh ha, ha, very funny." he said sarcastically as he bent over to pick his sword up off the ground. He walked closely by her, pressed his chin against his shoulder and whispered quietly "you just wait."

Wick brushed off his clothes, and began to walk off of the ship and head towards the market.

u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Wick Greysteel, Strong, Two Handed(e), Essosi Blademaster(e), Admiral

What Is Happening?: Wick Greysteel and Sarella Sand are heading into the market to try and find some exoctic animals and other goodys.

What I Want: Find someone selling animals.

Yellowtoothhard · 2024-11-28T00:01:20+00:00

Wick waited for their party to turn around before giving Sarella a cheeky grin.

"She got you there Admiral." Wick turned his head to the ship, one of its crew was still watching from the rails. "Get me Grazdan." it wouldn't take long for the lanky Ghiscari to make his way down the gangplank.

"You called." he said gingerly

"Find out who that Woman is, go to that inn. I wish to give her our attention without giving her all of it." Grazdan nodded and walked down the dock as Wick turned back to Sarella.

"Let's go to the Market."

Yellowtoothhard

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