You arrive on Pyke and the first item of business is, of course, more letters. Pinkmaiden, distressingly, was a disaster. It all started slowly – Urri went over to negotiate with them, they greeted him courteously but said that as long as Lord Greyjoy was neutral they would be neutral too. Too impatient to wait for word to come from the Iron Islands, Lannister negotiated a careful agreement that would let him move his army through Piper lands as long as Lord Piper's people and possessions remained completely untouched. This agreement was broken shortly thereafter, when a group of Lannister outriders allegedly had rocks thrown at them by smallfolk and responded by burning a village to the ground. Survivors made it to the castle, the enraged Lord Piper launched an attack on unsuspecting (but far more numerous) Lannister forces, and now the Piper lands are all on fire, your squire is a hostage in a besieged castle, and Tywin Lannister has moved on deeper into the Riverlands while leaving a small force behind to keep the Pipers penned in.
He promises that the commander responsible for burning that initial village was found and punished thoroughly.
What the... how did such a disaster happen?
Meanwhile your bannermen tried to assault the forces besieging Maidenpool, but were rebuffed with significant losses. Sunglass's letter blames the Tully forces for being stronger than he expected, while Lord Mooton's letter politely implies that he is an idiot. At any rate, your allies retreated on their ships to Crackclaw Point, where they have joined forces with the Clawmen trying to assault Rook's Rest. Elsewhere in the Crownlands, Byrch Hall has fallen to forces loyal to you, while Lord Massey has taken Sharp Point (taking the family of Lord Bar Emmon hostage in the process).
Ugh... well, at least it wasn't a total disaster. Though we need to be careful about Lord Bar Emmon. Perhaps we should write a letter to Lord Massey asking for terms of ransom?
In terms of good news, Howland Reed has successfully taken Moat Cailin. Northern Forces are not getting past the Neck without a serious fight, now. And Lord Mallister has agreed to block off Ironman's Bay to Northern ships – while warning you that if he sees any kraken flags in his waters, this alliance will be immediately called off.
Good, we defiantely want the Ironborn to support him in this effort.
So, when you meet with Lord Greyjoy, you have a complicated situation to explain. Starting with your account of the king's madness and accusations, and ending with the disaster at Pinkmaiden.
He sighs. "I've been in contact with Lord Piper. His men are spent and he's clinging onto my son so Tywin Lannister won't storm the castle and put them all to the sword."
"And Tywin Lannister wishes he could leave this all behind," you continue. "He doesn't want to spend men unnecessarily on Pinkmaiden. It sounds like what would be best here is an honorable surrender and assurances of safety for Urri and all the Pipers."
Quellon Greyjoy tilts his head. "But of course, that would only happen if I declare for you in this war. Otherwise, I might expect my son's head to be shipped to me in a golden box."
"I wouldn't do that, my lord. I'm fond of the boy. And besides, that would only inflame you all against me. No matter what side you take, Urri will be more useful to me alive."
Definitely need to write the Pipers, and see if we can win them to our side.
He sighs again, and goes to unlock his liquor cabinet. The two of you are in his solar, a stone room illuminated by a large, diamond-paned glass window. "You like Arbor Gold, yes?" He comes back with a bottle and pours two glasses, muttering, "Four-and-ten, he's growing into a man now. Did he really kill two men on his nameday?" You nod. "Good, good. His brothers were all proud when they heard that. You know, he's been writing us a great deal. I like it. It forces his brothers to improve their skill with letters as he does. 'No getting the maester to read it for you; if your brother can write it, you can read it.'" Greyjoy recounts, smirking.
"Has he written you about Anenue?" you inquire.
"He writes pages about Anenue. Everyone in the castle has strong opinions on her by now. His obvious infatuation with her has charmed all his brothers, and I think if he'd arrived with you they were planning to sneak the two of them out to be married by one of the Drowned Men. They were still in disagreement about whether she should be a salt wife or a rock wife, though."
Good thing we didn't bring the two of them together. I actually suspected there might be trouble if we did. Though I didn't realize it would have been the amusing type of trouble.
You raise your eyebrows. "And what do you think of the match, my lord?"
He twists his mouth and shakes his head. "Foreign women don't often do well in the Iron Islands, for all that we bring them here. I married a Riverlands lady, but I made sure to choose a brave woman, a self-sufficient woman. I watched the sea princess as you walked in with her, as my sons approached her and sized her up. She has none of her mother's confidence. Even Urri knows her to be too delicate for this place, or he wouldn't have written me this," Quellon Greyjoy pulls a letter out of a drawer on his desk, "entreating me to be sure everyone treats her kindly. And giving detailed instructions on what food she'll eat." He sighs. "If I weren't already sure he was smitten, that would have proved it."
You quirk your head. "What do the Ironborn cook that doesn't involve fish?"
"Bread. Stewed greens. Beer. But I'll have the cook take the dried fish out of the porridge and the squid out of the seaweed soup. She'll not starve." He looks at you. "You think their marriage would be a good idea?"
"They like each other. I asked Anenue about it during the journey here, and she blushed furiously, before saying she'd abide by whatever I decided. Her mother won't care, she says. And," you remind him, "a marriage between my ward and one of your sons would be a fitting way to reward you for your aid in this war."
Oh no, Urri's not for the the Iron Isle. I forsee us giving him land in the Stepstones to have. It's not like he's the eldest son anyways.
"Ah, yes, the war." He takes a long drink of wine. "Truth be told, I've been expecting something like this. The tensions have been rising for years. Only…I'm not the same man I was, last time we had a war. My fiftieth year is past. I'm a grandfather now. My sons are men grown." He gives a deep sigh, and stares into the wine in depression. "Nine sons, God has given me, from three wives. How can it be that not a one would make a good successor? I'm going to die soon, and I hate it."
"Not a one? Really?"
"Balon is strong, and a good sailor, and can command the loyalty of men. But by my Lord Beneath the Waves, I know he'll undo everything I've worked so hard to build. He scorns trade and coin, and listens to the most reactionary and bitter of the Drowned Men. He yearns for the days when we were the scourge and the fear of all Westeros – not knowing that the world has changed; it's moved on, and we need to move on too. Victarion is fearsome in battle, but he's far better at taking orders than giving them, and he follows Balon in all things. Euron…I'm not surprised someone decided to stab him. I don't know who it was, and I don't particularly care. Urrigon is good with people, but he's too trusting, and too young to command much respect besides. Aeron is just a reckless little idiot, although I hope he'll grow out of it. No, your grace, I fear what will happen when I die, and you should too.
"I like you, your grace. I think I'd like to work with you. It's not often the royal family takes an interest in the Iron Islands, and I intend to take advantage of that. But I wish you'd been born about ten years earlier."
You look at him with some sympathy. He's on the verge of declaring for you, you can sense. What he doesn't know is that you have a solution to his mortality problem. If you were to raise him as a revenant, the power of ice would preserve him, keep him from falling to the ravages of old age – and you wouldn't have to worry about your ally suddenly being replaced by his much less friendly son.
Of course, he might be utterly horrified and disgusted by the suggestion. So maybe you should just keep quiet.
[ ] Keep quiet
[ ] Offer to kill him and raise him as a revenant
Interesting way around this problem. Unlike most others, an Ironborn would find a revenant acceptable. "What is dead may never die."
We'd need to present it in the right way though. And it would need to be a religious action.
So drowning, and then we raise him...
Otherwise we could take one of his grandsons as a ward. Instead of trying to fix this in Balon's generation, fix it in then next, meanwhile tray to bind Balon and Victorian to us enough that they will not backslide as badly as they did in canon.
Present it as an either or option.
Pyke has a maester: one of the many mainland innovations Quellon Greyjoy has tried to popularize among his people. While you are here, are there any letters you wish to send out?
[ ] Write-in
Okay, let me go get my list. People we REALLY need to not miss the opportunity this time.
Maidenpool failing is a much bigger disaster. I was expecting our Crownlander forces to link up with the Lannisters.
Maidenpool didn't fall, did it? I think that relieving the siege failed, but the castle didn't fall did it?
@Vocalist Can you clarify?
We could offer to drown him and then raise him. How religious is he, again?
Yes... this is the best way to do it, secure religious backing of the Drowned Men too...
Also, question to the collective: should we be letting people know about the Stark ambush? Given how hard and fast we were riding, it's all but impossible that Stark men got ahead of us, so it stands to reason they were sent out there before Aerys' letter arrived. Not only is it a stretch to imagine a reason for that, let alone a non-nefarious reason, that leaves us to think that it's a sneaky, underhanded, dishonourable thing to do. It suggests he had ill intent towards us before anyone knew there was alleged reason to pursue us. And that could be effective in swaying the Arryns against Rickard (Jon Arryn is, according to many, the block off of which Ned is a chip) maybe some of the Northern lords (who also have pretences/notions of honour and decency) even Brandon & Ned if they're upset enough by their father's shenanigans. It might also help in swaying the neutral Riverlanders into allying with us, and belligerents into neutrality. Which we definitely want to start happening before Tywin burns the entire Trident to the ground.
What are peoples' thoughts on letter-writing and exposing Tricky Dick's actions against us?
Premature. We can't prove anything yet, and it will be hard to convince people that something nefarious is going on. It will require more investigation.
@Vocalist I never did get an answer to my question about this previously? Did we arrange with Doran Martell to plan for a sea based transport of Dornish troops (to avoid crossing the Stormlands), and did we also arrange with Lord Tyrell and Redwyne to assemble and sail for Sunspear to provide that actual transportation?