i will take what is mine

Brack Pyke, Captain of the Arrow. Up onto the overturned keel, clamber, with a heart of steel. Cold is the ocean’s spray...and your death is on its way... Ironborn to the bone. [RP blog for Game of Thrones RPG]

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Brack’s irreverence only caused Victarion to hesitate for a moment.

“Then you misheard. Rodrik Harlaw has cast his lot with me. He sees the sense in my stance. I take it you don’t, Pyke.”

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“--Wisna listenin’. Whit’s yer stance again?”

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“--Tha’s no what I heard,” Brack interrupted, even though he hadn’t been listening, paying attention, nor even looking up from the braid he was finishing off in his hair. What? He was bored.

[sandsncke]

           The young dornish woman leaned against a door frame for a moment as her dark hues danced around the area fleetingly the thin skirts she was wearing fluttering in the slight breeze. something that reminds her of home. she pulls one of her daggers out as she played with it slightly running her fingers over the edge of the blade slowly. 

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Brack smirked, sauntering over to her as he twirled his knife around his fingers. “--We match.”

[ladyofblackwood]

“Do you think peace will last?”

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“--Fuckin’ hope not.”

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“Lyra… Lyra Mormont.”

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“--Ah, a bear lass? Class. Name’s Brack. ‘Sall that matters.”

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“Aye, of course, I do.” The dark-haired woman replied, smirking briefly. “I’ve traveled many of times on horses and boats with many people. That song was one song of very few that I grew very fond of.”

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“--That so, eh? Who’d you be, then?”

[fierystag-blog]

“It doesn’t matter what I look like, I am Stannis Baratheon, king of the Storm and the true king of Westeros.”

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“--Aight, Gertrude, whatever yeh say.” Brack started spinning the knife he kept up his sleeve around his fingers, twirling it and making it glint in the lighting.

[iron-and-brine]

  “Aye, Brack, I heard you the first dozen times.”  Asha doesn’t bother asking again for other options; it’s obvious Brack has no better ideas.  

  “I’ll think again.  Mayhaps my nuncle will have some notion.”  Not very likely, because Victarion, but she’s tired of this discussion, of this situation.

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Brack snorts at the concept of asking Victarion for advice. That’s it, that’s his response.

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“ –Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.” She quietly sand along, finishing the ending courses of the old song. 

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“--Ah, she kens it,” Brack grinned, head tipping to the side as he blinked blearily at her.

[iron-and-brine]

  Asha sighs.  Again.  “Have you got sand in your ears?  I’ve just said we can’t, twice.  We haven’t the numbers.  At sea, aye, we could make a braw fight of it, but they won’t meet us at sea.”

  ‘We need more men - preferably men practiced on land, disciplined, with an experienced commander.  So tell me, where do we find these elusive creatures?”

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Brack’s lip curls as she asks him where to find such people, unable to think of an answer. Nonetheless, he’s stubborn as balls. “--We’ll no follow a fuckin’ Lannister, Asha.”

[fierystag-blog]

“It is your grace and no, I do not but you seem to have one.”

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“--Aye, mate. Yeh dinnah look like a ‘Grace’ tae me. Try Gertrude.”

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              “According to the peace treaty, he is. Would you rather have Theon Greyjoy, the butcher of boys, or Robb Stark, a man who has proven his strength?” Theon Greyjoy seemed to be less of a man than any who had fought in the war of five kings. He brought nothing but shame and embarrassment to his house.  

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Brack laughed. And then he laughed harder. And then he laughed some more.

“--What sodding land d’you live in where Knob Stark’s ‘proven his strength’?! He’s a fucking waine. He’s a whinghing waine, all ‘ah, ah’m gonnae greet tae ma mammy ‘cause ma fuckin’ wee brairs’re deid’, fuck off! He wants tae fuckin’ prove himself, he can come tae the Iron Isles and earn our fuckin’ respect. ‘Til then, he’s nothin’ but a c*nt, just waitin’ tae be fucked.”

[fierystag-blog]

“I’ve never seen a man scare out so many patrons.”

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“--Yeh got a fuckin’ problem, mate?”

[sandsncke]

sitting back down once again she smirked wickedly before raising a brow once again as she took a sip of the wine that she had gotten for herself “ ahhh, ironborn i take it then” she chuckled softly and nodded “ yes dornish to the core and you know how they say…dornish women are always fun…well its true” she chuckled lightly as she took another sip from her cup and rolled her eyes a little “ Aggressive negotiations are always enjoyable only if they stay aggressive.” 

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Brack grinned like a shark when she said he was ironborn. Fuckin’ proud of it an’ all. He leaned towards her some, blinking slowly. Also like a shark. “--Aye, I ken’t that. Ah’ve haud a few’a you, ‘fore.” Eh, telling strange, pretty ladies about having shagged Dornish lasses had never gone terribly for him in the past. “--So, yeh like it aggressive like, do yeh?”

[iron-and-brine]

“Aye, I ken it.  One'a those fuckin’ northmen tries to steal my seat an’ I’ll split his empty head open masel’.”  And then would come the decimation, but avenging that affront would almost be worth it.  Just the thought has her clenching her teeth.

Stepping across the room, Asha sits at the small table and pours a cup from the provided flagon of wine, sniffing at it suspiciously before taking a drink, making a vague wave to offer the other cup to Brack.  "But you’re na answering my question, Captain.  Who can we ally with, to reclaim our kingdom?“

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“--Can we no take it oursel?” Brack narrowed his eyes, picking up the other cup and inspecting it.

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Lucas tried his best to listen and understand the man but he couldn’t. Not for the most part. “Lucas Blackwood of Raventree Hall and the Riverlands.”

[captainbrack-blog]

“--...Aight, Lucas?” Brack blinked slowly, picking up a thing and then putting it back because it was uninteresting.

[dornishprince-blog1]

               “House Greyjoy murdered two of the Stark princes. They had to be punished for that. Robb Stark is the king of the Iron Islands so you serve under him, the king of winter.”

[captainbrack-blog]

“--Aye, a poor soddin’ excuse’a a Greyjoy killed some waines, and now an entire set’a islands’re fuckin’ starving. The Stark’s no our king. He’s a c*nt and a pretender. He’s no right tae sit on the Seastone Chair; we didnae vote fer him, and he’s no got any claim tae our traditions, our land, our ships, our seas, or our people. Knob Stark can go and fuck his sodding cur fer all I care.”