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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 17:22:33 GMT -5
Gottfrid's black ship.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 17:24:57 GMT -5
The Goat romaed the deck, they'd just captured a merchant ship leaving from Sisterton and he liked to "take a look" at his prisoners. "So what do we got here?" The sour breathed pirate said as he approached a pretty little women, who seemed to be a merchant's daughter.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 17:33:27 GMT -5
"I'm the queen o' whores. That's what my dad calls me. Can I be your queen tonight." she approached the man.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 17:38:19 GMT -5
His monkey came running through the deck and got on his shoulder, he tapped the animal's head and gave a chuckle. "Will we be having your way or mine?" He gave a grim grin and grabbed her wrist with a strong grip.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 17:41:12 GMT -5
He she pulled a dagger out and stuck it against his throat. "We'll be doing it my way." she smiled.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 17:43:41 GMT -5
He smiled. "Wild girl... I like your style..." He released her wrist.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 17:46:59 GMT -5
She sheathed her dagger. "I trust you killed my father?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 17:49:32 GMT -5
"Perhaps... Is he one of those kneeling right there?" He smiled and pointed the chained prisioners near them.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 18:08:19 GMT -5
"Yes, that is him." she walked up to the merchant. "Hello father and goodbye." She ran her dagger along his neck, giving him a red smile ear to ear. "Give him to the Drowned God!" she cried to the crew.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 18:11:48 GMT -5
He laughed... "We're no fucking ironborn, girl..." He turned to his men. "Anyway, throw him in the see..." He approached her again, this time he grapped her wrist and threw her dagger away... "Now, come here..." He dragged her and tied her to the mast.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 18:15:43 GMT -5
"Oi! What the fuck you doing this for!" she shrieked.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 18:19:37 GMT -5
"We are having my way, darling..." He unsheathed his dagger, his monkey got down from his shoulder and started to scram frenetically in the ground in euphoria. The cold blade cutted the skin of her arm, slowly letting the blood spill out. "What do they tell that the Prince of The Bite does to his prisioners?" He grinned.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 18:26:44 GMT -5
'Drowns them milord." She now sounded fearful.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 23, 2012 18:31:09 GMT -5
He brought up her bloody arm near to his mouth and licked the blood. "Well... They know nothing..." He stabbed her hand, pinning it to the mast.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 18:33:17 GMT -5
She screamed. "Fuck you, my prince." She then kissed him, pressing her tongue deep down his throat.
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