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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 28, 2016 12:21:26 GMT
"Not particularly no. They need constant care and I do not want to responsible for the screeching devil. In addition when I took over the rookery there were no Ravens. It has taken nearly all my time to train the eight birds I have. I have not even trained a bird for all the major houses of the river lands yet." Percival shook his head in wonder. This man despised him and expected wonders from him at the same time.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 29, 2016 5:24:00 GMT
In truth, Belric's disposition towards Percival had been overshadowed by real problems. He could no longer afford petty squabbling, and refused to stand for it. His own brother had betrayed the family and fled, the one man he thought he could always trust. At this point, Belric was an unfit captain of an under crewed ship. Lawlessness ravaged his lands, his allies were few and it looked as though war was on the horizon. He needed all the help he could get.
"I will find servants to tend the falcons, clean them and keep them fed. I simply need your expertise in helping Jormun with the breeding and training. If it will allot you more free time, I can also have the servants clean up after your ravens." At this point he was negotiating, hoping they could make an arrangement.
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 29, 2016 11:15:43 GMT
Percival considered Belric's request for a long time in silence. He had always wanted to take a hawk. They were such powerful and deadly birds. "I will attempt to train a bird for you. But you will owe me. It is outside of my responsibility." He frowned harshly.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 29, 2016 23:24:03 GMT
"Before we get to collecting your debts, let us finish our conversation. I would hate for you to undersell yourself." Belric had anticipated this costing him, but he was happy to be making headway. "What has become of the man you discovered in the dungeons? Have you been able to weed through some of the madness?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 30, 2016 12:55:53 GMT
Percival raised an eyebrow. "I Have not seen that man since you took him from my cell. I have no idea what you did to him." He snorted loudly before continuing, "Did you lose a man? One whole mad man."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 30, 2016 17:03:14 GMT
Belric laughed, "No, no. He has been kept to his rooms since my departure, with a small guard to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or others. Though, it would not be hard to misplace someone in this place." Belric leaned forward and took another handful of meat. After washing it down with wine, he leaned back in his chair and continued. "I had thought your curiosities would have gotten the better of you, forcing you to seek him out. No matter, he was locked in a cell for an ungodly length of time, what's another month confined to a room? Please see to him once we are done here, my curiosities still persist even if yours do not."
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 30, 2016 17:14:43 GMT
"I have no curiosity because his story is obvious. He served the Lady Lothian. Who hung her own Maester and bathed in the blood of children. She went mad and bricked the Jester behind a wall." Percival replied as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. He looked away and rolled his eyes to himself.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 30, 2016 17:35:01 GMT
Belric could not help but frown at the Maester, the man lacked imagination. Belric's curiosity stemmed from why the fool was locked up, not just by whom. Sealing a man behind a false wall required motivation. Why else not just kill him? Perhaps he knew something important, or was someone important before his imprisonment. Regardless, if Percival wasn't curious enough to do it of his own accord, Belric would order him.
"See too the man none-the-less," He demanded, his tone direct. "On to our next order of business. I am in need of a potent and lethal poison. You have knowledge of such things, yes?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 30, 2016 18:03:45 GMT
Percival raised an eyebrow and turned to study Belric. "Yes as a Maester I have learned about poisons. Though my training was how to defeat them not use them." Percival didn't mention all the times he had plotted poisoning Belric. He had drawn sketches of what he imagined Belric's face would look after he had taken some of the crueler poisons the Maester knew.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 30, 2016 18:11:20 GMT
Belric rubbed his chin, blissfully unaware of Percival's fetish art. "I need something that works quickly, preferably one without an antidote." He did not feel it necessary to explain himself further.
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 30, 2016 18:38:34 GMT
Percival laughed in Belric's face. "Are you mad? Do you think I would trust you to murder some one. You will bungle it and then I will lose my head with yours." He smirked and titled his head. "Have you taken a lover? Do you intend to murder your wife?" Then Percival smiled and leaned forward, "Is it your brother? That will be simplicity itself. I have been planning it for weeks." He gave a cruel knowing smile.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 30, 2016 19:42:45 GMT
"Watch your tongue Maester, unless you want it cut free." Belric's expression was grave, Percival's words having obviously crossed the line. His fist tightened. "I have been killing men since before you wore even a single link in your chain. My need for poison is not personal." His forehead creased in anger . "Nor is it intended for any of my family. And should I hear you harbor intent to harm one of them again, I'll snuff you out like a smoldering flame."
Belric was uneasy now, the Maester was good at rattling his cage. He knew the man was twisted, but he was clinging to the idea that Percival was putting on an act. The alternative meant Belric and his family were under the knife of a psychopath.
"You may be happy to learn that Edmure has resigned from his post, and for all I know has fled Harrenhal." Belric spoke with a tone of defeat, clearly taking his brother's actions personally. "I ask that you keep that piece of information between us for the time being."
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Post by Maester Percival on Sept 30, 2016 19:51:18 GMT
Percival snorted with derision. "Who exactly do you think is going to come to me for information." He paused again thoughtfully before adding, "You are lucky he left. The man has all of our flaws but none of our strengths. He makes your house stronger by leaving. You are just too close to see the flaws."
Percival then added, "I am not going to provide you poison unless I know what it is for. That is my final position on that." He kept the same bored expression on his face as he spoke.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 30, 2016 21:08:03 GMT
"You may be right," Belric said, waiving it off amiably. "I have been constantly hindered by his petty ego, but I imagine other Lord's will see it as weakness that my own brother could not hold his title. This is now his second great failure, following the siege of Riverrun." Belric tried to drink the scowl from his face.
Belric sat for a time, trying to decide wether he should tell the Maester his intentions regarding the poison. His plans were treasonous, and he douted wether Percival could be trusted. If he started preaching conspiracy, Belric would have to kill him quickly.
He made his decision, and decided to trust a Lannister. "Lady Saesha's handmaiden was raped by Toren Tully while we were in Riverrun. She has confided in me that she wants revenge, an endevor I have agreed to support." He watched Percival for a reaction. The man's stupid face was always fucking void of emotion, "He raped her in full plate. A true coward, deserving of the Strangers embrace. The poison is intended for him."
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 1, 2016 4:48:13 GMT
Percival tilted his head as he considered that. "How did he rape her in full plate? Did he have them forge in a hole for his cock." He snorted at his own quip. "The risks do not seem to equal the reward. Vengeance against a powerful house for a maid not even in your family. It is only a slight insult to your houses honor. You seem to be overacting for such a small matter." Percival did not seem to care about the murder, he only cared that the idea was stupid beyond all measure.
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