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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 19, 2016 23:45:06 GMT
"Clearly, I mistook him for you in the dark, Maester." Belric replied, stone faced. He pointed at Edmure, "Patch his wounds as best you can."
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 20, 2016 14:05:44 GMT
"You must have realized it wasn't me when he started bleating like a goat." Percival ignored Edmure's words completely. The man only gusted hot wind. He moved forward and roughly pressed his fingers against Edmure's wounds. "If you wish my Lord you can have these guards pin him to the ground. I know how to suffocate a man by pressuring his chest. It will look like he died in his sleep." Percival turned a gloating smirk upon Edmure's face.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 21, 2016 3:43:36 GMT
"He is still my brother Maester, must I remind you that you are not?" Belric glared at him. "The two of you share more in common than you may realize. Neither of you knows when to keep your fucking mouth shut."
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 21, 2016 3:54:00 GMT
"The difference is that I know I am detested, I just think so little of all of you that your opinions do not matter." Percival turned to study Edmure. His hands reached out to begin healing the former Castellan.
(Medical 70)
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 22, 2016 4:24:52 GMT
"You know you are detested, therefor you are detestable?" Something was clearly off with the Maester's logic, though he rarely made sense to Belric. "However, there is something to be said for a man who can ignore the opinions of others. Edmure could learn a lesson in such things, perhaps then he would not be in his current predicament.."
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Post by The Gambler on Oct 23, 2016 2:49:29 GMT
"The difference is that I know I am detested, I just think so little of all of you that your opinions do not matter." Percival turned to study Edmure. His hands reached out to begin healing the former Castellan. (Medical 70) (You roll a 100...I despise Percival. +4 to Medical) Percival masterfully re-wraps Edmure's fractured ribs, before seeing to his more superficial wounds from the beating. Having intimate knowledge of the injuries inflicted by Belric's fists, Edmure is feeling just dandy by the time Percy is finished.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 4:40:35 GMT
Edmure made no move as the Maester went about his work, grimacing as his ribs shifted under the Maester's hands. Even his dislike for the Maester could not quell a grudging admiration for his work. Or was it luck. The Gods alone knew.
When the Maester finished, he looked Belric in the eye defiantly, not at all cowed by the beating Belric had dished out.
"What now?" he said sullenly.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 7:07:20 GMT
Belric walked over to his desk and retrieved his sword. He pulled it from it's sheath, and admired it for a moment. When his eyes turned to Edmure, his expression turned somber. "Hold out your shield arm Edmure." Belric ordered.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 7:40:58 GMT
Edmure grimaced, but he wasn't going to beg. Nor was he going to hold out his shield arm meekly.
"This is your justice is it? You better take my tongue too, because I'll be sure to spread it far and wide what justice you serve up. For your own brother whose crime it appears was to step down as Castellan. You don't even have the guts to do it in public. Run me through you coward and be done with it."
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 23, 2016 15:53:54 GMT
Percival looked scornfully at Edmure, "You are an idiot. If he was going to stab you in the gut he would not have needed your arm extended in front of you. Clearly he is going to amputate your shield arm." He turned his gaze to Belric and assured him. "I am more them skilled enough to keep him alive if you take his arm." His fingers rubbed together in anticipation of the impending show.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 18:22:45 GMT
Belric rubbed his finger along the edge of his fathers sword, it remained sharp from diligent maintenance. "You are not leaving this room whole, Edmure. You are either losing your ego, or your hand. Beg for mercy, and I will give it to you."
"Hold him down, and stretch out his arm." Belric ordered the guards while waiting for Edmure to make his decision. He was done listening to Edmure whine about his misfortunes, blaming Belric for the hardships in his life. Had he simply acted like a man and fulfilled his responsibilities, Edmure could have avoided all of this. However, he wanted to have a verbal argment with a man who resolved his problems physically. If the boy wanted so desperately to hate Belric, the lord was more than willing to give him a reason.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 19:54:31 GMT
Edmure ignored the Maester. Was the man so stupid? Of course he knew what Belric intended.
"My ego? What the fuck are you talking about?" he said to his elder brother by two years. "I came here to explain my reasons for stepping down as Castellan. Reasons you either refuse to accept or fail to understand. For that you strike me, now you intend to remove my hand. What exactly do you propose to achieve by doing that? My acquiescence? My undying loyalty?"
He swallowed his throat dry. He and his brother had over the years had many a verbal argument, some of them in the field. Edmure was no sycophant - no 'yes man' to his elder brother. Yet Belric had never struck him before. He wasn't sure what was different now.
"What crime have I committed? I am a knight. If I have committed such a heinous crime in your eyes that it cost me my hand, then let me defend myself in front of the Gods and men on the field of battle with the sword. As a whole man. If I lose, do as you will."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 20:39:21 GMT
"No," he replied simply, a blanked statment for all of Edmure's requests. "Your resignation is a betrayal of me and this family. Your reasoning is unfounded and immature. You choose to blame me for your faults, and are blind to the truth of your own actions." Belric choked up on his grip, his hands moving in preperation to swing his sword. "I warned you to hold your tongue, and still you persisted to talk about all the ways I have "failed," you. I split your lip for talking back and you saw fit to try and cave my head in with a chair. Even once I had told you enough, and that I had no intention of ending your life, you tried again to strike me."
His eyes were dead, any compassion Belric had once held for Edmure had dried up. "You had best choose your next words carefully. My patients has run thin."
Belric watched as the guards grappled Edmure and stretched his arm out across the desk. Raising his sword above his head, Belric looked to Edmure one last time, hoping to hear his brother plead for his hand, but he expected only silence.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 20:57:29 GMT
"Beloved brother of over twenty years to a maimed half man in only less than a few days. And they call me coward. This will not change anything - only make it worse. Kill me you whoreson. You might as well. Death is preferable to this."
He would not go quietly. He struggled against the guards and would not willingly stretch out his arm or his hand.
"You have no honor. Or justice." snarled Edmure, his innate stubborness driven by hatred. "Soon all the Riverlands will know it. "
(Unarmed: 5)
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 23, 2016 21:08:33 GMT
Percival leaned forward excitedly. He bet he could make off with Edmure's hand after it was lopped off. He would love to examine it closely. The last time he had examined a cadaver hand it had been mostly rotten. This hand would be fresh off the stem. He licked his lips hungrily.
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