Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-5583506-20140711161406

Didrik the Drunken, sometimes only referred to as Didrik Drunken, was a plump and bald Nord. He was the first mate of the Flayed Bitch and a good friend with Pavelin, the captain of the Red Dog. He met up with Gregorius at the steering wheel after hearing of their discussion.

"Was that really wise, mylord?" he said. "She is a Skylord and they cannot be trusted, not after what they did to you."

"I was a Skylord myself, Didrik", answered the Iron Hound. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, mylord, but the fact remains that she is a Skylord now while you used to be. What if she has set up a trap for you?"

Gregorius didn't want to have this conversation. "If she has set up some sort of trap for me, I will have to blast myself free with a hundred cannons and flay each and everyone of them if necessary, anything so that this murky shithole of a nation is reminded of who I am. I am Gregorius Tenebrae the Iron Hound, captain of the Flayed Bitch, lord of the Gorehounds and the rightful ruler of Eagleholm."

"We are but five thousand men, mylord", said Didrik. "Eagleholm has twice our numbers."

"But half the wit", snapped Gregorius. "That's why I am going to the Sky Ruins, to claim it as an outpost. If there indeed are treasures there it would surely be enough to aquire an army powerful enough to take Eagleholm by force."

"And if there aren't any treasures there?"

"Then I suppose that lady Darkwater will find the Flayed Bitch properly named..."