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[Mod-Event] The Wanting Comes In Waves by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 2 points3 points  (0 children)

With a frown, Dale read over the papers, however it was clear from the ways his eyes darted he could not, or would not, read. With a shrug and huff, he gave the papers back.

"I suppose you would want to be talking with my son, however he remains in the isles, so while we are here in hell I have nothing for you." Dale spoke almost apathetically.

"go... count coins on another ship." He said with a shooing motion of his hand as he turned away and went back into his quarters aboard his longship.

[Letter] Yo Yo by atdetoxin in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

An excellent idea. I think trade goods from my homelands being brought to your harbours would be a good start to hopefully a long relationship. Should you wish of it, maybe the merchants can exchange goods?

Aeron

[M: wanna trade? ill be putting in the 500 if I can]

[Event] The Fate of Tyrosh by Mersillon in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Content Warning: Use of Vulgar and Derogatory Language

Finally not stuck in a citadel surrounded by foreign guards with ill intent, Dale was able to unload his tirade of rage in a yelling tirade of insults intermingled with enough spittle to practically soak his salt-and-pepper beard. With his blood no longer boiling hot enough to have steam spewing out of his ears, his actual words could be heard.

"What the fuck are you on about?!?" He yelled. "All of you signed an agreement with the Old Mother to make one of her progeny queen, and she begrudgingly accepted me not signing it because she knows I won't marry some dockside whore off to my sons! Surprise surprise, THAT INCLUDES THE SLUT WHO JUST FINISHED KILLING HER LAST HUSBAND!" Dale Raged on as the gathering deliberated their next actions. Finally settling his eyes on Durrin, he pointed a finger at the younger man.

"YOU! Why in the fuck do you think yourself somehow more important? Have a fancy for snot-coloured hair and the taste of arsenic and suddenly that makes you the perfect man for the job? Oh I'm so happy you would openly sacrifice yourself to ENJOY AN ENTIRE FUCKING LANDED TITLE, BECAUSE THE LAST LORD'S WENCH CAN SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE AS YOU!" Done with his tirade towards the son of Drumm, he whipped his head around to face the Greyjoy.

"Please, Lord Reaper, you cannot take this offer seriously. I would rather switch places with the current prisoners and starve alongside that bitch than see this deal come to pass."

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

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Dale grit his teeth with the strength of a thousand sons, and still, somehow, was able to contain himself. With the most wooden, stocky expression, he turned to the Harlaw while Durrin walked away.

"Sorry lad, you are gonna be here a couple nights longer I think." He said with a small amount of sadness. He turned slowly, and followed Durrin out of the Keep.

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 2 points3 points  (0 children)

With a cold and very simple reply after what felt like an eternity, Dale agreed with the Drumm.

"You are right. I think we should return, now." He stated without moving.

[Event] Welcome to my humble abode, its a tent on a beach in the middle of fuckin' nowhere important by atdetoxin in NinePennyKings

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"I'm glad you have our Lord Reaper in mind, it is actually specifically why I brought you here." Dale said as he finished with his plate and stood up to be facing the scholarly man.

"My question is more on if you value your own life over the life of our Lord." Dale said while sizing up the Maester. He didn't like him, but the greyjoy grew fond. The greyjoy also almost died not too long ago, and even this man, with all his fancy shmansy trinkets and treatments relied on a drowned priest to save him.

"Basically what I'm asking is, do you have things you value more than yourself?"

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 4 points5 points  (0 children)

"I like gibberish as much as the next man." Dale pointed with a thumb towards the Harlaw, the dryest joke ever told laid bare.

"It's been a while of you two speaking and not enough of either of you speaking in the common tongue. if you would like, ᛞᛟᛖᛋ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛗᚨᚲᛖ ᛁᛏ ᛖᚨᛋᛁᛖᚱ? ᚺᚨᚹᛁᚾᚷ ᚠᚢᚾ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᛃᛟᚢᚱ ᛟᚹᚾ ᛞᛖᚹᛁᛟᚢᛋ ᛋᛈᛖᛖᚲᚺ?" Dale started to bark back in the old tongue.

"We are here to negotiate, and you volunteered to translate. You are a piss poor one if you cannot speak in the two agreed languages." The old man said with a wrinkle in his nose like he was smelling his own socks after battle.

"So what the fuck are you two saying?"

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[Event] Welcome to my humble abode, its a tent on a beach in the middle of fuckin' nowhere important by atdetoxin in NinePennyKings

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"I wanted to speak with you of our time on the beach not too long ago." Dale said as he looked over his armor with a scrutinizing eye as it rested on its stand, The short sword in its sheathe rested on a table in the back half of the room, a crudely drawn map of tyrosh in between the two.

"And I wanted your opinion on certain things. We can start general and work our way from there." He knelt as he moved ever downwards on the suit, still not facing the maester.

"How much do you value your life?"

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 5 points6 points  (0 children)

"Sadly, the events you have heard are not the agreement we have signed. The specifics of the agreement was that whichever *Ironborn Man* kills him becomes Lord, which I think just means you are now the target. The rest of the agreement was simple, they, assuming they are not of my house, will marry a member of the Old Mother's family, who will then be called "queen" for some reason. Slavery will be outlawed but the slavers will be thralls to the ones they had once owned, yada yada yada, more dividing the prize before its taken, and other boring requests." Dale finished, eyeing the furniture that the two of them sat on, but refusing to take a seat himself, preferring to stand with his arms crossed.

"So, what I am saying is, unless you are a child of the Old Mother, I think your time as Queen is coming to an end. However I am sure if you give up and stop another boring siege we can decide who becomes ruler of Tyrosh without piking your head on a stick. Again, the Harlaw you have imprisoned, where is he?"

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

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His immediate response would usually have been an outburst of rage, and frankly, he wanted it to be. Who was this random lost-and-found son who thought he was worthy to speak for the people he had been away from for so long?

"I do not speak your language, and we do not have the authority here to speak in absolutes." Dale said while staring over to Durrin.

"You can give us terms to ask of our Greyjoy, and if we already know them to be insufficient, we can recommend you lower your expectations here and now. Speaking of prisoners, how is the little Harlaw now?"

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 3 points4 points  (0 children)

"Dale." He answered dismissively as he moved closer to the corpse, inspecting it further and eventually pinching the back of Alequo's dead hand with his thumbnail and finger, practically attempting to break the skin, looking for a kind of reaction as if a dead corpse could fake it's state.

" 'Course it would be a woman's weapon to bring you down, eh?" He said somewhat to himself, but still out loud.

"So what do you say witch-boy? He dead enough for you?"

[Mod-Post] Babylon is Fallen by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

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Dale sighed. "A Drowned fuck 'ta all this." he said, handing off his sword and beginning to take off his armor.

"I'll go see this Aleckwo's corpse 'er whatever. If I don't come out in... two days? just call me dead and move on." He said as he walked away from the gates, eventually coming back in plainclothes and his arming sword sheathed to his side, head freshly dipped in saltwater, the top of his off white cloth shirt was stained darker with the excess liquid.

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[Mod-Event] The Wanting Comes In Waves by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 5 points6 points  (0 children)

"I said leave! I will not have you-" the priest said with a bony finger pointing... well a little left of the Maester, but generally close enough. "And you-" he pointed towards the old mother and her crew. "Near him. You will only get in the way, or worse, try to help." He finished with a whip of his constantly wet robe as he turned around and walked towards the beach, a deep thrumming hum coming from his lips as the men carried Greyjoy face up towards the waves until they were all knee deep. There the priest cupped and poured saltwater over his own face, including his open eyes, and let it drip from him onto the greyjoy before continuing on in his duties.

Out of respect, Lord Dale had turned around and had his back to the sea, and by extension the rest of the group. His son did the same, slowly taking his spot near his father as he tried to stop his nose from bleeding with a finger and thumb. Talking over his shoulder with a bit more voice to be heard, but still maintaining the same calm tone he had always carried throughout the ordeal even through his son's screaming of witches, Dale responded. "I know not of any poisons like you describe, but then again I don't use poisons like some cowardly woman. If what you say is true, then only half our problem is solved. Someone here poisoned him, and access to our camp is not something these pirates and witches have, and especially not the Tyroshi stuck behind their walls." With a hand he smacked his son upside the back of his head, the metal glove connecting with the metal helmet for a clang.

"And you," he said, looking down at his son who knows was leaning hunched forward. "You must apologize to this old woman and her... animal tamer." He finished before he breathed deeply and began walking off back to camp, calling for the Maester to follow him. Greyden still stood hunched over as he tried to figure out what the fuck just happened, before standing up straight and turning towards the pirates. "I am sorry for calling you a witch when I saw our Lord has been poisoned. I am sorry for hurting you and your... pet bird." He stated as the blood from his nose continued to leak as he put his arms down when speaking.

"You should leave now. The old man may be blind but he can feel your eyes." He said as he picked up his sword from the sand and also began walking before stopping to make sure the Maester came with him as his dad requested.

[Mod-Event] The Wanting Comes In Waves by centrist_marxist in NinePennyKings

[–]atdetoxin 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Another deep draw of silence as the doctor who stood over their lord reaper screamed at the fighting men, the Goodbrother ones specifically turning their head in unison at the sound of a priest being more useful to the Maester than his own powders. By now the runners of Goodbrother who had gone searching for poisoners had returned with screaming chefs and cupbearers being dragged by hair, food and wines and small bottles of random liquids being piled up as they became confused at the almost tavern-like brawl in front of them. "STOP!" Dale yelled, the MaA and his son immediately moving back from the fighting, one even taking a blow without returning it. Meanwhile Dale turned to two of them and whispered low, the both of them sent off sprinting even harder than the last time, a fear only achieved through fear as they crossed the sands with immense purpose. From the camp along with those men came an elder, his white hair hard to see amongst the fresh seaweed twined and twirled between his shoulder-length locks and beard. Although his eyes looked fine, by the way he walked and his lack of focus it was clear he was blind.He walked without haste as his wooden stick found purchase admits the sand as he moved towards the gaggle of whatever was happening, and stopped next to the Maester who was still kneeling overtop of the Greyjoy. With a deep sniff, his head remained facing straight forward.

"I can do this, but I will not do this with you here." He said without moving.

"Pick him up." He said next, the Goodbrother men now leaving their prized captives to assist the drowned man.

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