The sea laid storm grey and seaweed green under the foggy sky, and nothing could be seen for miles. While the sight was as blind as the dead, the sound witnessed of something else. Men shouting and moving things, preparing their ships to pull up anchor and set sail. The harbor near Ten Towers was filled with armored men, joking, drinking and fighting each other, while thralls moved their belongings on board and Drowned Men sang their prayers. They had wished for this day for a long time; Stonetrees, Volmarks, Kennings, Myres and, of course, Harlaws had not sailed out on a reaving for years, and now the day had come. The Old Way was returning, and it demanded salt and blood and men for the Drowned God.
The men stepped aside and cheered as their leader arrived. Jasper Harlaw was dressed in full, blackened iron armor with leather straps and boots, and a sealskin cloak. At his side hung his favorite weapon, a large bearded axe with the Harlaw scythe engraved on its blade. His long brown hair and beard made him look more ferocious, coupled by his bright red scar from forehead to jaw. Behind him followed his brother Yoren, too young to follow on the journey, and his closest friends and the captains of the other ships. Jasper rarely smiled, but now he did. He stopped to chat with some of his men, good men that he knew were experienced with this sort of business. Not all of them would come back, but the Drowned God always needed oarsmen.
They set out two hours later, the weather still foggy. Perfect for an Ironborn, terrifying for the innocent greenlanders in their villages and castles. Four ships sailed across the Sunset Sea, led by Jasper Harlaw's Storm Axe, their sails black as night. Jasper stood at the bow and took out a parchment from his father. The normal greetings and questions of how the island and the family fared, but hidden in it was the reason for the reaving. A permission from Lord Stannis to raid the western coast, but only certain locations spread out over the long coast. The first stop was clear though, if one looked at the details of the letter. Whatever the Master of Coin had done, it had not been well received. Looking at it for a last time, Jasper then ripped it to shreds and threw it over board. He gazed into the fog once more, faintly noticing the hint of land. He grinned and kissed his axe. What is dead may never die.
Commander: Jasper Harlaw
Duels +2
Field Battle Rolls +1
Survival Rolls +1
(+20% pillage from regional bonus)
Sea Captain +2
The Black Sails
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