Posts by DAGDA GREYJOY

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Dagda wasn't sure what had possessed Strider to nod at him, but after a long pause, he gave the cheetah a rough nod of his own.

Ace, of course, kept him from Oliver, which Dagda didn't really approve of. If he wasn't going to get the chance to actually beat the griffin to a pulp, beating him in this word fight would have been acceptable. Glancing toward Ace as his own name was spoken, the otter frowned. "Not playin'." He used playing instead of participating because, despite its actual purpose, he saw the verbal matches as nothing more than a silly game. Would that leave Fortinbras without a partner? Ace could just pair up with him himself.

hey, i'm pounce. i'm just a kinda boring history nerd and bookworm with a fondness of coin tricks. (tho i can only do one perfectly)

i don't really play anyone here, but from time to time dagda or urri will make an appearance
dagda is a proud pirate otter who isn't exactly the sharpest spoon in the drawer and loves his dad finnbahr
urri is lowkey scared of authority and wants to be a merchant when he grows up

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[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Dagda Greyjoy didn't have anything to do with this.

And now that that was out of the way, why not explain why he was in the remote vicinity of the Red Keep instead of home on his rocky isles? The answer was simple, and could be summed up in a single word: greed. The Cartel wasn't rich in booty, but rewards had been offered for every captive returned home, and like Sujin Volmark, he intended to cash in on that. He'd come to speak to his father, to invite him on the raid—and if anything Jaehaerys had ever done for him could be considered a kindness, letting Finnbahr leave his captivity to participate in raids was it.

Only, he'd gotten distracted on the way. The Red Keep didn't usually smell of blood, and Dagda was a curious little otter where such strange scents were concerned. He'd gone, headed past the guard (who'd been none too happy about that, but Dagda was used to suspicion), entered the king's chambers. He'd seen the blood, the body, the Hand and the Targaryen, and he'd felt heavy with glee.

Instability followed the fall of a king. That was a rule. Instability...well, that could be good or bad for the Iron Islands, but at least he didn't have to walk past the man he'd bowed to. Barely a comfort. Blood paid for blood, but Blindlove's death and Jaehaery's weren't enough to make up for Tessa's murder. Not enough, but a start.

Of course, than came the thought, the need to make a plan for the days to come, and his smugness faded. Fortinbras and he girl were facing the body, not him. Best to leave now, quietly, when there was a chance he hadn't been noticed. Best to go and think, and maybe celebrate back home with wine and a woman.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]After he'd seen Jaehaerys' corpse, of course Dagda had stuck around. He'd expected Fortinbras to announce that he was taking charge, and soon. If the border collie wanted control—and Dagda didn't doubt that he did—he'd have to claim the crown soon, before anyone took into into their mind to accuse him of killing the Targaryen for his power.

Unlike the rest of the residents, Dagda was noticeably not upset. Why would he be? When his House had ruled, Jaehaerys had been a rebel, and after they were knocked down, Jaehaerys had held Dagda on a tight leash. He'd bowed to Jaehaerys,but he certainly wasn't going to scrape before Fortinbras, no matter how many other Houses came out of the woodwork and bowed in order to gain the new king's affection.

The only news that remotely interested him—aside, of course, from Fortinbras' declaration of power—was that the two devil-dog lords were gone, and that the little Lannister one of his men had once captured was moving up in the ranks.

track - I'll toss over a few litters later

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]There was official business to be done, but Dagda was having none of it. He'd sat through too many of Jaehaerys' meetings, alternating between scowling at the gathered lords and scowling at the walls. Before they got down to things that he, frankly, didn't care about, the Greyjoy lord had a request. Entering the room, the first words out of his mouth were, "I want my father back at Pyke." It was reasonable. He was behaving, and there was a murderer on the loose here.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Did defense training mean that an attacker was needed? Somehow, Dagda doubted that, but there were a few members that he'd like a go at, so on the off chance that they'd be splitting into pairs, he headedo ver.

track!

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Fortinbras hesitated, and in that moment, Dagda was sure that his demand wouldn't be fulfilled. Fortinbras was going to be all wise and think things through, and he'd come to the conclusion that it you weren't putting your rabid dog down, then you had to at least tie it up. What was he to say, that if he was interested in the Iron Throne, he'd have attacked Fortinbras the moment he received the news of Jaehaerys' death? That would go over well.

"Th' kingdom's safe from the ironborn. We're loyal. Haven't argued at all with the kin—the Targaryen. I won't start now." And okay, so there had been a raid on the westerlands, but nothing since then. "It isn't worth it. We learned. Captain Greyjoy—" he stressed the title, somewhat irritated that Fortinbras casually through his father's name around, as though Finnbahr was just a peasant "—is old, and it ain't safe for him here. Someone came in, killed your king, and left without being stopped. Who's to say they can't get to the captain as easily?" More likely than not, Fortinbras had killed Jaehaerys. He seemed the ambitious sort.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Dagda cut his eyes at Ace, none too pleased with his snort. He wanted to call him out on it, but losing his temper wasn't going to help prove that he was a nice, obedient little boy. Nor did Fortinbras' suggestion please him. Restrict his father's freedom even more? Not very likely. "Fat lot of good guards did the Targaryen," he spat.

What crime had Finnbahr done but follow the wishes of his God and queen? Might as well take all the ironborn and lock them away. Dagda could, at least, seize on Fortinbras' last comment, although he was sure that when the kingdom was more stable, the canine would have a new excuse for keeping Finnbahr in King's Landing. Jaehaerys had let the captain out on raids: freeing him was the next logical step, but Dagda was afraid to bring that up, lest Finnbahr lose that privilege.

Face twisted with anger, the otter threw himself into one of the prepared seats.

that'd go over well
finn sure knows how to win friends

pax i think i forgot to pm you and ask
but dagda wants his daddy home
and if you still want him stuck in kl dagda will be sulky and refuse to agree with any new conditions

hnng track

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]So they would be splitting up. Dagda watched as the rest of the group split up, until the only unpaired members were himself, Oliver, and Jaelynn. This outcome more than satisfied the otter, and he thumped over to Oliver. "Stark," he began,"I hope you weren't thinking of sitting out."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Oliver was open to allowing Finnbahr home? Fortinbras held his leash now, not the Stark. He hadn't thought that Fortinbras would continue negotiating, and as the canine continued, he listened with interest. The conditions were strong. Dagda liked his life quite a bit, but he'd give it for his father in a heartbeat. The Iron Fleet, though, was another story. It provided the Ironborn with their livelihood and way of life, and if it was destroyed, rebuilding it would be hard. They'd have to get wood from the mainland for that, if anyone would even trade it to them. Finnbahr was worth that, to him, at least, but how fair was it to the rest of the Ironborn?

Gritting his teeth, Dagda pressed, "And you won't take a different captive to replace him or blame us without cause?" He read an excuse there, a willingness to blame the Ironborn without reason so as to torch the fleet, and while replacing Finnbahr with a different 'guest' was certainly better, he didn't want that either. The deal didn't satisfy him, but he wasn't going to be pressing his luck.

That taken care of, he wanted to know, "Why'd you call us here?"

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Dagda tended to avoid wandering the borders, searching for potential joiners. Westeros was his home, but the Iron Islands was what he held dear. If calamity threatened the other kingdoms, the otter was not sure that he would willing pledge help—at least, not if his islands would be spared from the destruction.

The snow leopardess looked different than the animals he was used to seeing, with her large wings and lionskin cape, and for a moment he wished that Jaehaerys was alive to see one of his own being used as clothing. She stood tall, even if nervousness lit her eyes, and her manners made him want to scoff. She'd fit right in with the pampered, powdered green lords of the mainland.

She was interesting, though, perhaps due to her ignorance, and he found himself offering, "If you'd like t'see the Iron Islands later, I'm sailing over soon. They aren't far." Not far enough, he wanted to say. Dagda's islands were close enough to the mainland that the rest of Westeros seemed like a natural target, and biting down the inclination and instead raiding only enemies sometimes felt difficult.

welcome back!
who did you play back then?

ahh is that talia i see?
so great to see her again

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman][size=12]Dagda couldn't turn into a great beast the same way his father could, but that didn't very much bother him very much: he was ironborn, and his life was therefore built around fighting. He glanced toward Jaelynn as she continued speaking, then back toward Oliver, having little preference over who attacked first. After all, the best defense was a strong offense.

Sewarlock wrote:

Name: Aeramor Targaryen
Litter: JOCHI MARTELL x NPC
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aeramor is rumored to be a fairly large beast clad with thick black scales and twisted horns. He stands at thirty-eight feet and weighs an estimated 195 pounds, which is made up of 45 muscle percentage and 14 fat percentage. However, he appears merely muscular and overall healthy. As rumored previously, his scales are very thick and give him a strong resistance to battle wounds. That does not mean that the scales cannot be damaged, as there are already scratches and other damages to them, for example; His wings were severed from his body in a fight, leaving two large wounds in his upper back. His scales that connected his wings had been pulled from his skin after a larger dragon dug their claws underneath, ripping his wings right off of his body and permanently leaving him immobile via flight. The most notable thing about his body is the fact that he is adorned with horns, some coming from his cheeks and temples and others his shoulders and spine. He is the face of a beast. His jaw is narrow and shaped angularly, leaving his chin to drop into a squared point. The most notable thing about his face is his eyes. They are somewhat narrow and filled with black, leaving a amber strike in the center of his iris.
Personality: As mysterious as he is, one can say that at the very least he is intelligent, bold and clearly athletic. He remains a rather sophisticated and solitary creature, respectful to those that speak to him, however socialization is not one of his favorite things to do. These traits do not yet necessarily determine him as an evil or heroic type. On the other hand, he is a bit aggressive toward enemies and enemy families. Unfortunately, he can become quite barbaric if he follows through with captures. That isn't to say that he will attempt to capture and torture to death all of his enemies. Sometimes, he will attempt to befriend them and create personal alliances. And because he is trying to make it up to Westeros as a Targaryen, he may be as neutral as possible.
Plot ideas: Aeramor tries to hide his relations with his father, Jochi, merely to please Westeros and the Targaryen family. He believes that it is the only way for forgiveness; to shun his father and those who have disrespected Westeros.

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