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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 16, 2016 0:13:31 GMT
Belric stared at Edmure slack-jawed. His brother sure was full of stupid surprises. "You want to follow your sister to Harraway?" This was almost too much for lord Blackfort to stomach. "You are renouncing your title, prospects of marriage, and your relationship to me so you can take up father's place as the Knight of the Black Gate, and serve your kid sister?"
Belric was notibly frustrated, Edmure's inability to face problems without fleeing was becoming more and more evedant. He picked up his sword, and slammed it against the table, blade stil hidden within it's sheath. "This was father's sword, which I inherited! Same as his position serving Lord Roote! You think foraging the same path is honorable? You think Bruce Blackfort was honorable? We were a step above peasants, and I have elevated us; something our subservient father could never have done. To return to such a position would only dishonor this house and the progress I have made." He made his statement with finality.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 16, 2016 1:21:56 GMT
"Title? What title? I'm no longer your Castellan." retorted Edmure. "In seven months I won't even be your heir. What other choice do I have? King's Landing? I don't think I'd be welcome at Riverrun. Being the Knight of the Black Gate is better than roaming the roads as a Hedge Knight. And it is also preferable to just being your sworn sword."
He leaned back in his seat. "Of course it also leaves you with less bargaining power. The ability to strike alliances with other lords is oft done through marriage. Without me you have one less piece to move around the board. Without me you lack an extra commander and without me you lose my whisperers. So, if not Lord Harroway's Town, what do you suggest instead?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 16, 2016 4:25:29 GMT
It clicked, after all this time, Belric was finally seeing past the charade. Edmure was leveraging his position yet again, attempting to manipulate his brother. A brother whom had defended him from bullies when they were children, took responsibility for the family when their parents died, and entrusted Edmure to defend the greatest gift he had ever been given. Belric had been warned more times than he cared to count. Saesha, Jormun, Dacey, and even the Maester had tried to convince him of Edmure's selfish intentions, but it was only now that he could truly see.
The scowl that formed on Belric's face was formidable. "You think yourself valuable, do you Edmure? Am I supposed to bend to your threats of abandonment, as if you are some great pillar holding up the foundations I have built? I suggest you take a moment to think about what you lack without me." He snarled, like a rabid dog. It was like walking on a cliff, one side anger, and on the other side was a thousand foot drop into rage.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 16, 2016 5:40:20 GMT
Edmure's own anger was rising, slower than Belric's to be sure, but his efforts to remain calm were fading. He was getting tired of his brother's blindness and the misconstruing of his words. Was his brother really that stupid or was it deliberate? Edmure still wasn't sure, although he hoped it wasn't the former.
"By the Gods, Belric! Bend to my threats of abandonment? If I really cared about power and ambition would I have stepped aside as Castellan? You still fail to see why I did so. You now refuse to countenance my return to Lord Harroway's Town because it would dishonor our family. If I truly thought myself indispensable to you, would I have even mentioned such an action?"
He gritted his teeth in an effort to hold his temper. " I'll ask you again. If not Lord Harroway's Town, what do you suggest? Say the word and I will leave Harrenhal and never return. I will never ask anything of you again after that moment. I forged my own path during the war, and I'm prepared do that again. The skills and experience I gained fighting the Targaryens may be of use, to someone.....somewhere. I'm sure your 'foundations' will hold up very well without me."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 16, 2016 23:41:18 GMT
"For the life of me Edmure, I cannot understand your reasoning. Wether it be pride, or resentment, you sound like nothing more than a child whining about how unfair you've been treated" Belric's regard for his brother was dropping quickly. He clearly needed Belric to make his decisions for him. "I have given you every opportunity. Your responsibilities were simple, take care of my keep, and follow my orders until the time came when I saw fit to have you married and gift you lands. You think now, after having failed me, I would send you to the home of my greatest ally with a glowing recommendation?"
"My suggestion was that you do your job as Castellan, but seeing as you are incapable of doing so, I will have to think of another use for your skills. Until I have decided what is to be done with you, you will remain in Harrenhal, as my sworn sword." He gave Edmure a pointed look. "I am Lord Blackfort, the first of my name. I am the leader of this family, and my word is unquestionable. You will do what I tell you, regardless of your opinion, until the day when one of us no longer draws breath. Is that understood?"
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 0:14:57 GMT
Edmure's own regard for Belric was also dropping rapidly. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I can't make it any simpler for you, Belric. My post as Castellan became untenable, the moment you - the Lord of Harrenhal - failed to deal with Jormun's accusations and support my actions. You say to me now privately that I did better than anticipated in the matter of Armistead's Crossing, but you failed to say so publicly - either to Jormun or the Maester. Clearly it is beyond your understanding and it's pointless trying to explain it to you further."
He rose from the chair. "Very well. You have the power to prevent me from leaving - and if you choose to exercise that power, I cannot stop you. I chose to come to Harrenhal to support you - and our family - in your Lordship. Perhaps I should have continued to forge my own path, as I did during the war."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 0:21:07 GMT
Belric reaches across his desk, taking a swing at his insolent little brother.
(Unarmed: 25)
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 0:29:48 GMT
Edmure had already risen from the chair, so stood a quick step back as he saw the punch coming.
"Fuck you Belric." he snarled.
He grabbed the chair he had just risen from and raised it to swing it at Belric.
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Oct 17, 2016 0:40:38 GMT
(( Don't think dodging a rolled attack is an option without a roll.))
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Post by The Gambler on Oct 17, 2016 0:46:26 GMT
Edmure indeed managed to step back, avoiding Belric's first wild swing. However, he only manages to get out the word "Fuck" before Belric vaulted over the desk and a follow-up jab split his lip.
(Edmure takes a Light Wound for -10. Belric gets +1 to Unarmed. Edmure gets +3 to Unarmed. Either of your may choose to continue the brawl. Jormun is correct that you can't post dodging a rolled attack. That'd be godmodding. However, lets leave the OOC remarks out of IC boards.)
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 0:58:08 GMT
(If I can grab the chair, which I just got out of, I'll use it on Belric.)
Edmure stepped back, looking for an object to throw at Belric or hit him with. The chair was nearby. He cursed Belric again as he went for it.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 1:00:47 GMT
"Again you retreat when faced with a fight." Belric attempted to grapple Edmure into submission, aiming to disable his brother's ability to defend himself. "I see Jormun was telling it true when he called you a coward for running form that bear!"
(Unarmed: 26)
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Post by The Gambler on Oct 17, 2016 1:21:03 GMT
As Edmure hoists the chair over his head to bash it into his elder brother and lord, Belric punches him on the side, right in his previously shattered rib. The barely mended bone breaks again and Edmure drops the chair, seeing spots in his vision from the pain.
(Edmure takes a medium wound for -20, now -30. Edmure gains +2 Unarmed. Belric gains +1 Unarmed. Once again, continuing or not is up to you guys.)
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 1:37:03 GMT
Belric grabbed Edmure by his collarbone. His grip was forceful, Ravensbane lowering his head to Edmure's level so he could look into his eyes. "Tell me again brother. Tell me what I have failed to do for you!" He spat on the chair Edmure had attempted to bash over his head, "Let's hear it Edmure! What excuse will save you now?"
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 17, 2016 4:10:24 GMT
"Kill me you fucker." gasped Edmure, gazing defiantly into his brother's eyes, his features contorted by hatred and pain. "Belric Kinslayer, has a nice ring to it. Explain that to your vassals."
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