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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 9, 2016 17:58:09 GMT
Percival walked in to Edmure bleating like a sheep. He did not feel the need to speak so he stood behind the others quietly. He frowned in a bored manner. Edmure pulled a face that reminded Percival of one of the sheep he had learned to shear on. Now that the Maester thought about it that sheep had been called Eddy as well. Though Eddy had complained far less than this human reincarnation.
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Post by Vex on Sept 9, 2016 18:19:27 GMT
Edmure had been regretting his decision to invite Hoster to the meeting almost instantly the moment his uncle opened his mouth. He was about to tell Hoster to be quiet when Dacey broke the news to him about their brother's death. He went cold, scarcely able to believe it, staring in front of him in shock. "Nyles!" he finally breathed. "By the Gods! How does the King's squire meet his death at the hands of Targaryen loyalists? I knew Kings Landing was a cesspool but surely the King could have kept his own squire safe?" "I was told he uncovered a Targaryen loyalist plot and was slain taking down their hideout in the city, fighting alongside Richard," she said, crossing her arms and staring at a random spot on the floor, as if in thought.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Sept 9, 2016 22:25:27 GMT
Willis entered just behind the maester. He kept quiet, knowing Nyles as little more than one cousin among his many newfound relations.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 9, 2016 22:37:24 GMT
Edmure nodded wordlessly at Dacey's words, still unable to believe it. He would mourn Nyles later as this wasn't the time or place. Nonetheless the pervading sense of shock still overwhelmed him.
The castellan looked up as the Maester entered. To this point, he had little to do with the Maester but on the few times he had met him previously it had amused him how the Maester stalked around the place with his nose in the air. Apparently it hadn't amused Belric all that much and Edmure could understand that. He wasn't much amused now, given the tone of the meeting and the news he had just received.
He indicated for them all to be seated.
"We cannot wait any longer for Jormun." he said. "Time is of the essence. The dispute over Armistead's Crossing is still unresolved, but war for the moment has been avoided. Smallwood and Piper have indicated they will accept a duel between their champion and ours to decide the issue. In a week's time. If we accept that offer then we need to find a champion. If we do not accept that offer, we have two choices, accept Smallwood's incursions into our lands or take the village by force and begin a war. I would have your advice on how we might proceed and, if in the event we decide to go through with this duel, who our champion might be."
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 10, 2016 1:25:51 GMT
Percival listened with derision to this fool's words. He was going to allow a dispute to be settled by a champion. He had heard the man was craven as the day was long, and this seemed to prove it. Would not even be his own champion. Clearly just some boy with a pretty face stumbling from one fuck up to another, and only having to bat his eyes to escape the trouble. "What are the dispositions of Smallwood and Piper forces? What are their total numbers? How well defended are their keeps? And have they families at home?" He asked in a bored voice already knowing that no matter how reasonable his questions he would simply be mocked and ignored.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 10, 2016 1:46:42 GMT
Edmure, already affected by the news of his brother's death, frowned at the tone of the Maester's voice.
"Did I make a mistake in inviting you to this meeting Maester?" he asked impatiently with a hint of sarcasm entering his own tone. "If these matters are beneath your overweening sense of superior intellect and knowledge compared to the rest of us present here, then say so now and depart. We shall use you merely for your healing skills and nothing else and you can wallow in your own 'superiority' to your heart's content in that sphere. The rest of us 'fools' here, will instead do the best we can in this matter, with what we have."
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 10, 2016 5:53:38 GMT
Percival sighed. Exactly as expected. He was not going to waste his time here when he had his ledger to write in. He stood before speaking. "My apologies. Those questions were clearly a mistake. I should have realized you would not have the answers." He turned and walked from the room.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 10, 2016 7:25:08 GMT
"We have those answers, Maester, but surely someone with your superior intellect and knowledge would know them already." said Edmure sharply, as the Maester disappeared through the door. "Why waste your time hearing them from the likes of us?"
After Percival had departed, he shook his head in some disbelief and looked around at the others. "The Maester clearly has better things to do than to assist this gathering with his sage advice. Better he flaunt his self-importance elsewhere for the moment."
He steepled his fingers as he observed them. "Do we fight this duel and if so who will be our champion? Smallwood's terms of 4 tons of food, six hundred gold dragons and the handover of the man who killed his knight are unacceptable either way. "
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Post by Vex on Sept 10, 2016 8:43:58 GMT
Dacey looked with mild disapproval as Edmure dismissed Percival. Was she the only one in her family who knew better than to piss off the man tasked with healing them? The maester had already been three times more useful to their cause than certain men standing in this room.
"Why hasn't it been fought already?" she inquired, giving them all a brief once-over. All of them, save for Hoster, had been at Armistead, yet here they were, looking for a champion. "I'll fight," she said, as if as much was obvious. "Is it Smallwood?"
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Post by The Raven on Sept 10, 2016 12:54:58 GMT
There was a knocking at the door and excited guard's voice at the door. "Urgent news, milord! Uh, milady! I mean, milord!"
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 10, 2016 13:06:59 GMT
Dacey looked with mild disapproval as Edmure dismissed Percival. Was she the only one in her family who knew better than to piss off the man tasked with healing them? The maester had already been three times more useful to their cause than certain men standing in this room. "Why hasn't it been fought already?" she inquired, giving them all a brief once-over. All of them, save for Hoster, had been at Armistead, yet here they were, looking for a champion. "I'll fight," she said, as if as much was obvious. "Is it Smallwood?" "Smallwood? I doubt it." replied Edmure. "He would have challenged one of us directly at the time, if he had been up for a fight there and then, especially given our fairly obvious injured condition. As would have Piper's heir. They'll have someone else in mind. Let's not forget that we were a diplomatic mission in no position to fight against eighty knights. We don't have to fight a duel, although it would settle the matter once and for all." He nodded at a servant to admit the guard at the door. "What now?" he asked.
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Post by The Raven on Sept 10, 2016 13:14:48 GMT
Barely a man, the guard said, "Lord Goodbrook's banners have been seen on Blackfort land. He's said to have thirty riders, some of whom bear their own heraldry. He should arrive tomorrow, milord." It was like the man was prophesying the second coming of Breakspear.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 10, 2016 13:24:04 GMT
When it rains it pours thought Edmure his heart sinking. Roger Vance was prickly enough. He hoped that Lord Goodbrook was more amiable. He raised an eyebrow at Dacey before replying to the guard. "Tell the servants to begin making the appropriate preparations for Lord Goodbrook's arrival. My sister and myself shall be down shortly to see that all is in readiness."
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Post by The Raven on Sept 10, 2016 13:36:26 GMT
"Milord." He left to do his duty.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 10, 2016 13:54:05 GMT
"Well that's something to look forward to." Edmure remarked with a wry tone. He went back to the matter at hand. "Any other suggestions or opinion on how we might proceed?"
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