The tournament will take place throughout a series of weeks, and HOPEFULLY END right as we hit leaderboards. It will be a 1v1 tournament. Sign up in the TyDE Discord if you are interested. The tournament has LIMITED SPOTS and it is FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! SIGNUPS CLOSE BY NEXT WEEK. EVERYONE IS WELCOME, NOT JUST PPL IN THE CLAN.
Since we got time, the tournament times will be flexible. Once signups finish, the BRACKETS will come out. You will be contacted by TheRockX, the HEAD ADMINISTRATOR of this tourney. ENTRANCE FEE will be 500 KR PER PERSON. PLEASE PAY After signing up. PAY TO FOLLOWING LINK: https://krunker.io/social.html?p=profile&q=PTG06
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The young Lord Reaper was exited, The Farwynd had started raiding the north and if the rumors were true Bear Island would fall to the reavers and The North would be totally open to their men, of course, it was unlikely the Ironborn could take all of the immense North but still this would be a great victory to his people.
But this would no last, the newly crowned King of the Greenlands would sooner or later come for them if he intended in keeping his crown, a small smirk formed in the face of Robin Old Town could be taken with enough men and a mind as sharp as Valyrian steel. This left the issue of The Greyjoy, would he join his people or would he be loyal to the stag, whatever his choice maybe it needed to be known quickly.
For now, though Robin could imagine his ambitions getting realized and his name remembered forever. "Time to sail," He said with glee.
First match is today (12 Sep 2017), at 8:00 PM SGT, of the Group A matchup between Tyde.GG from Singapore, and Impetus Gaming from Malaysia. This will be followed by the matchup between Team DAD1 from Taiwan, and Anthrax.ESPORT from Indonesia.
Group B matches will start tomorrow (13 Sep 2017) at the same time as well.
Do tune in and lend your support!
If you're interested in following Tyde, and the APAC or general Pro League scene, head on over to /r/R6ProLeague!
A small speck barely visible on the horizon line lay directly ahead. Most sailors would miss seeing it this early on, but Jorun knew this route well. With the waves so rough and the wind blowing so hard they’d be lucky to reach Pyke by nightfall.
“Dagon signal our Cog The Crab over I mean to board her with your mother. I’ve a test for you to prove your abilities of command. I told you we were heading out to reave. In truth we will be eventually... First we stop at Pyke, your mother and I. You son will be tested here on these choppy waters. I want you patrolling out here in various battle formations. A good commander at sea must be able to communicate with his other ships at any time. Finally when we depart Pyke to rejoin you I want to see an attack formation of your choosing. Line your ships up as if our Cog were the enemy! Prove yourself today son I believe you can do this! Now let’s get started with calling that Cog over to us!
Jorun sat writing an urgent message in his solar. The big stone table was heaped with steaming fresh foods. Serving wine to the room was one of his salt wives, Alysanne. The Greenlander Marq had a chair besides the fire and at his side was Joruns’ elder Uncle and Castellan Balon Blacktyde. One empty chair remained awaiting the other Guardian of the Islands.
He looked up at the Greenlander taking a break from writing his letter. The man seemed comfortable enough. Him and all the men off that damned boat were all being treated as guests. Prisoners in truth though, for now.
The team, previously known as Tyde.gg, were picked up by the Washington DC based org Team CryptiK recently, after they had finished their online Pro League season and qualified for the APAC Regional LAN finals held in Sydney. The top 2 teams will go to Brazil for the worldwide Pro League LAN finals in mid-November, and the winner will get an automatic entry to the Montreal Invitationals (something like the World Cup for R6 Siege).
Team CryptiK is probably the best team in the entire region, and will be playing tomorrow morning (and hopefully Sunday as well), so do tune in and show your support!
There's also fantasy league pick'ems if you're into that sorta thing.
First game is 7AM SGT tomorrow, and while CryptiK are scheduled to play only at 9:30AM, these games usually don't take anywhere as long (think 1 to 1.5h instead), so the actual time for the game will probably be around 8AM.
Urron gazed with Red eyes out at the harbor his boat was sailing into. The waters were different than his home they were weaker less life in them. His chest pulsated with pain as per usual. He hadn’t grown used to it, even after ten years. His capture and torturing haunted his body. Already he had decided that he hated kings landing. I can’t feel it here he thought. Where is my god? he thought as he looked around the bay.
He slowly brought the Hightyde in and ropes were flung over the sides as the sails were being brought down. It was not a huge ship but it was effective. He turned to his men. “Keep this ship safe. It is an extensive of me. Protect with your lives.” When his men responded with a silent nod he left the ship in their hands. As he was walking towards the city he knelt down and scooped up some water. Bringing close to his face observing it then placing it back with a frown. He stood up and began walking once more. Any harbor worker that met with his eyes were met with Urron’s intense red eyes. So weak here. It’s this city. I can feel it. Urron thought.
His attire was simple a shirt that was in the Blacktyde pattern with simple grey trousers and black boots. His basic axe was at his side.
Walking through the city brought Urron great displeasure. He hid it well however as his blank face wandered through the streets almost aimlessly slowly making his towards the red keep. Many people stared at the man who they have seen before his unusual looks most likely made them think he was not an Ironborn or even belonged in kings landing but his betrayed these thoughts they were not purple they were red like blood. When he looked at them it was apparent this man was not them. Urron was Ironborn down to his core. He would arrive at the Red Keep soon he wondered how many Ironborn would be there along with him. He was an enemy even if it wasn’t said he knew the war was still present on many men’s minds. Ten years is not enough time.
He watched the people of kings landing scuttle by him as he approached. “This city is sick.” He said. “It’s people show its true colors.” He muttered as eyes jumped from person to person keeping an eye on his pockets as well. “I wonder if the King will be the same?” He said.
Biography
Ser Godric is the son of a Hedge Knight, Ser Harold Tyde, who was sworn to House Borrell of Sweet Sister. Growing up on the Sisters Godric became well acquainted for the less than honorable lifestyle that is so popular among the Sisters. He killed his first man at age thirteen while guarding a cog with goods of questionable origins with his father for old Lord Borrell.
In 373, when he was still a squire, he married a young village woman by the name of Vivian and they had their first child, a son, named Donal. Shortly after the birth of his son in 375 Godric was knighted by old Lord Borrell himself. Vivian gave birth to twin boys by the name of Gareth and Conrad later that same year and Ser Godric was taken into the household of Lord Borrell.
In 377 young Ser Godric and his father were “confiscating” goods from a Tyroshi merchant who had the bad luck of landing near Sisterton when the Tyroshi sailors decided to put up a fight. It was in this skirmish that Ser Godric earned his name “The Winged Knight”.
Ser Godric waited on board the Borrell dromond while his father and his men finished relieving the Tyroshi of their goods. When the fighting suddenly began Godric sent men across the small gap between the two vessels to aid his father. Ser Harold was locked in a duel with the merchant captain when he was struck by the bolts of two Tyroshi crossbows. Ser Godric, wearing only humble leather armor quickly climbed halfway up the mast of the dromond with boarding rope in hand and swung across the gap, sword in hand, to Ser Harold’s aid. As Godric flew over his father and the captain he released the rope and fell fifteen feet through the air, nearly cleaving the Tyroshi captain in two with his sword.
Upon the death of their Captain the rest of the Tyroshi sailors surrendered and Ser Harold was rushed back to the Maester in Sisterton. Sadly Ser Harold succumbed to his wounds before the Sistermen could reach the castle.
Word quickly spread among the Borrell Household and all of Sweetsister of, “the Flight of Ser Godric”, and how he seemed to fly to the Tyroshi cog to save his father. Godric was given the name Ser Godric, the Winged Knight by his comrades. In the wake of his father’s death he elected to take up new arms, a black knight with raised sword with white wings on a sea blue background, embracing his new title as “the Winged Knight.”
In 387 AC, during the winter before the Third Targaryen Rebellion, Ser Godric’s wif
... keep reading on reddit ➡[meta] I recently unclaimed Blacktyde to claim Ten Towers when Sherry left. This is my last post as Lord of Blacktyde from Bear Island
After hearing that Ten Towers has been granted to you by the will of the Drowned God you were ecstatic, however on the voyage from Bear Island to take command of Marlo's old host which included the ships and men from Ten Towers you began to think. I will miss commanding my loyal men from Blacktyde, the Ironborn do not respect titles, only strength Just then your longship lands aground and men prepare for your arrival.
You glance over the field and shores crawling with thousands of hearty ironborn reavers. I am Ironwill, Hand of the King of the Iron Kingdom, sacker of cities, and undefeated commander you think to yourself as your fist tightens around the hilt of your new valyrian steel blade Nightfall, which had been passed down for generations by house Harlaw. As you begin your decent down to the shore one of your reavers blasts a horn. The sound is dark, ominous, and thundering. Sounds like death, perfect you think as you step upon the shore.
The closest reavers to you on the shore begin to whisper and point in you direction. You spot out a large rock. that is where I will address my men
By the time you reach the rock the entire shore had gone silent with the exception of the salt waves crashing and receding on the shore. Before you can speak a drunk reaver pushes his way through the crowd, you recognice him as the late lord sherry's cousin He believes Ten Towers should be his by blood right you realize.
He yells "And why should I follow you, did you pay the iron price for Ten Towers, or that pretty lil' sword you got there!"
You feel your jaw clench as you stair down at him like the putrid scum he his. you walked right into this one "Not yet" you bellow for all to hear. In one swift and sudden motion you draw Nightfall and leap down from your rock, crashing upon the last surviving member of House Harlaw as the waves crash upon the cliffs of Pyke. After landing you think wow did i even hit him, but you turn to see his body lieing in two parts, cut in half from his left shoulder, where it meets the neck,through to his right hip.
A cry shoots out from the crowd "IRONWILL". You rise knowing these are now your men, you have earned their respect by the Old Way, and they will
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