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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 11:20:51 GMT
Harrenhal has eight massive docks now, leading into the giant lake known as the God's Eye. They are packed now, with boats and barges and sleek sailing ships, and sailors from a thousand places congregate nearby to drink and party and steal and gamble.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 17:17:42 GMT
A small smile crossed her lips as Naomi stood on the brow of the Survivor. "I have never seen this place...", she looked at the other ships in dock,"But there seems to be many opportunities to "find" new things."
"Maybe start a little trouble.."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 17:41:22 GMT
Horas 'Whoreson' Salt frowned. "Trouble here? Ain't like we can raid on a damn lake," he grunted. "These tournaments are all dull: pretty boys and foppish ladies dancing around pretending they don't hate each other." Her first mate switched the eye his patch was on; he had both eyes but thought the effect was pirate-like having an eyepatch.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 18:17:28 GMT
She laughed,"We don't have to raid to have a good fucking fight now, do we? I'm pretty sure some of those pretty boys and foppish ladies are going to be ripe for the picking." Naomi looked at her first mate and pulled a note from her lyre.
"Or what do you suggest we do, Salt", she asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 18:27:07 GMT
He shrugged. "If you want a fight you'll get one," he said. "Make sure we don't get hanged by the king at his own party though." A sailor called out to prepare to tie to the dock.
The Survivor is next to a giant and unwieldy looking barge called the Sunset, flagged from Lorath. They are the end of the line otherwise.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 18:31:18 GMT
She sighed,"As usual Salt, you are my reasonable voice." Naomi looked at him,"I'm just want to see what the hell this place is about", she cracked a smile,"I mean this is my first tournament, after all." Her eyes widened with a smile,"I may win a prize."
"The Sunset", looking up at the Lorath ship,"Do we know that vessel, Salt?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 18:45:29 GMT
He shook his head. "Some foreign galleon," he said. "About as well maintained as my teeth," he joked. The crew looked to the captain for permission to land. "Best let the boys go," he said. "And party."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 18:51:51 GMT
She clapped Salt on the shoulder at his joke. "Ey, I agree with you there." Naomi then looked back her crew, sucking her teeth. "Oooh alright... Go on you crazy fucks, show these soft Greenlanders how we have fun."
"C'mon Salty, let's not let them have all the fun."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 18:55:37 GMT
Whoreson nodded and left a half dozen men back to mind the ship, then lumbered down to the dock, his beard crinklednin annoyance. Naomi sees the gigantic castle, still two miles off, but the town in between is probably a safer bet for fun.
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