The waves crashed against the stone stacked sides of the Crown Isle's docks. The tide seemingly more active than per usual, but nothing which prevented the ships docking in to unload their cargo. All was typical as the clouds gave a cast of shade to the dockhands below. The wind flapped against the banners and sails which lined the edge of the harbor. Standing at the front end of one of these docks, Ingvarr Norrvakt. The man looked out to sea, grin on his face as a ship with blue banners rolled over the horizon. The wind rustled the fur which adorned his shoulder as he brought out his leather cased flask, drawing it to his mouth for a drink.
The ship inevitably docks as ropes are thrown to secure the vessel to the docks. It was not a large ship by any standard, in comparison to the cargo vessels dotting the harbor, this ship was on the smaller scale of the spectrum. Large men of the North began to unload their shipments into an awaiting wagon. Crates of netting, rope, spears, bows. Not quite a war party, but not quite anything the dock sees on a regular basis. A large brutish man with lengthened blonde hair and an unkempt beard steps off, walking over to the awaiting Norrvakt. The men exchange looks, as though sizing the other up, finally the pair break into wide grins as they embrace each other with open arms.
"You big f***n' bastard. Looks like you've gained some weight over the last month."
"And it is a pleasure to see you too Ingvarr you cunt."
"Glad that y'all could come out 'ere, we got the place all ready for the move in."
The large brute of a Northerner, turns to address his crew.
"Brothers and Sisters of the Steelsong Order! Tonight, we make ourselves a new home within the walls of this city! Long live the Order, Long live House Norrvakt!"
The crowd of Northerners of varying sizes and appearances raise their voices in celebration, eyes turning to the outcry arrising from these newcomers. The Northmen have arrived. The Steelsong Order is here.
The ship inevitably docks as ropes are thrown to secure the vessel to the docks. It was not a large ship by any standard, in comparison to the cargo vessels dotting the harbor, this ship was on the smaller scale of the spectrum. Large men of the North began to unload their shipments into an awaiting wagon. Crates of netting, rope, spears, bows. Not quite a war party, but not quite anything the dock sees on a regular basis. A large brutish man with lengthened blonde hair and an unkempt beard steps off, walking over to the awaiting Norrvakt. The men exchange looks, as though sizing the other up, finally the pair break into wide grins as they embrace each other with open arms.
"You big f***n' bastard. Looks like you've gained some weight over the last month."
"And it is a pleasure to see you too Ingvarr you cunt."
"Glad that y'all could come out 'ere, we got the place all ready for the move in."
The large brute of a Northerner, turns to address his crew.
"Brothers and Sisters of the Steelsong Order! Tonight, we make ourselves a new home within the walls of this city! Long live the Order, Long live House Norrvakt!"
The crowd of Northerners of varying sizes and appearances raise their voices in celebration, eyes turning to the outcry arrising from these newcomers. The Northmen have arrived. The Steelsong Order is here.
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