Vex
Lord Paramount
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Post by Vex on Jul 7, 2016 21:45:27 GMT
She nodded, told Hoster to fare well, and left.
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Jul 8, 2016 13:11:35 GMT
"Kid, 'tis done." Hoster sensed a scolding as massive as the one Dacey had received previously; he was not in a state for it, it would be better for the both of them if it didn't happen. "It happened, we made som' bad choices, the Gods didn' conspire in our favor... If ye gonna scold me, aight, do it. Yer right, ah deserve it. It's mah fault, don't blame D. Had ah vetoed her plan things would've gone pretty differently, but ah didn't and ah paid more than enough fer it. "
The old guard spoke softly, his words sounded almost sensible. This was a Hoster probably no one had seen before, his tone was melancholic, of a man who lost everything and now fought to cope with it. Almost death experience sure changed people deeply.
"Also, if yer goin' ta discharge me, do it right away. Ah'm useless to ye now... I'd rather have a titless whore than an armless guard." Normally, he'd have laughed at his own metaphor, but not today.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 9, 2016 1:01:43 GMT
Belric looked at the vacant space where Hoster's arm had once been. He did not view his uncle with pity though, it was indignation over Hoster's stupidity that consumed Belric. The man had been stubborn as a rock, it was assumed he had the strength to match.
"You dim witted cuss. Men have lived full lives with less than an arm. Just be happy it wasn't your cock." Belric sat down next to Hoster, patting his leg sympathetically despite having just insulted the cripple.
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Jul 9, 2016 11:58:41 GMT
"Feck it, Belric..." Hoster opened a slightly noticeable smile, he really enjoyed his non-committed to etiquette relation to his nephew. "Can ye believe ah som'times forget ah lost it? Ah'm layin' in bed then suddenly ah feel an itch on mah left hand and poof it's not there. Fecking Gods man, they make us feel strange things."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 9, 2016 19:10:26 GMT
"I've heard men tell similar stories. A ghost limb is what they called it." Belric refrained from mentioning the amputee who told him the tale complained that his lost fist felt like it was forever clenched. The man had not slept a decent night since the accident, constantly feeling his nails dig into the palm of his phantom hand.
"I'm leaving for Riverrun. A raven came from Lord Tully while you were away. I am to swear fealty to that red cunt." So far everyone he had informed of his plans and written it off as his 'duty.' No one understood the personal difficulty Belric was facing, the idea of being under Medgar's thumb was a terrifying one.
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Jul 12, 2016 13:22:07 GMT
"Fecking Tully...Gotta keep an eye out fer the fecker." Hoster spat again, old habits die hard. "Ah'd come wi' ye, but in this state ah can't be of much help. What are ye planning'? Stab the fucker in the gut and blled his in them iddle of his ballroom?" He chuckled.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 13, 2016 5:23:48 GMT
"As honorable as that sounds, that's not something I'd walk away from." Belric gave Hoster a sardonic look. "I've still got to fuck, fight, and kill a few more times before I'm ready to go."
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