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Post by The Gambler on Oct 23, 2016 21:48:19 GMT
The two guards pin the injured knight down and outstretch his arm with almost no effort despite his attempted struggle. It occurs to Percival that applying a tourniquet beforehand and having a torch at the ready to sear the wound closed would make it much less likely for the amputation to end in a fatality.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 23:01:46 GMT
Belric struggled to hold the sword above his head, and despite his resentment for Edmure, he could not help but picture the small boy that once looked up to him. Family was everything to Belric, no matter how moronic his siblings chose to act. Having had his bluff called, Belric tossed the sword to the ground and sank into his seat, defeated.
He waved off the guards, motioning for them to release Edmure. "I cannot force you to follow my orders any more than you can force Jormun to respect you." He could not look at Edmure, overcome by anger at his brother and personal shame. "Gather your things, I am sending you to the wall."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 23:44:37 GMT
Edmure rose, angrily shaking off the guards. It appeared that Belric now understood some of his own frustration.
"No you cannot. What was it you said to me? That respect must be earned?"
He rubbed his wrist. He had steeled himself to lose his hand, but naturally was glad to still be in one piece.
"The Wall? For what crime?" he replied. "Banish me from Harrenhal if you must, but I have done nothing to deserve The Wall. Whatever happens between us, I am still loyal to His Grace, the King."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 23, 2016 23:52:02 GMT
"It's not up for deliberation, it's an order. I am your Lord, and you are sworn to me and this house. You can either go willingly or in chains. Either way, I suggest you not defy me again." Belric met Edmure's eyes and cracked the nuckles on his right hand.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 0:09:58 GMT
Edmure couldn't recall actually swearing an oath to Belric as Lord of Harrenhal. Belric had asked him, as his brother and heir, to come to Harrenhal to be his castellan. He had spent much of the war apart from Belric, fighting in the service of the King and not his brother.
"So one true-born brother dead and the other true-born brother sent to the Wall within three moons of the start of your Lordship. An auspicious start."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 0:24:51 GMT
"Aye," said Belric, thinking of Nyles fondly. "One brother died a man, while the other chooses to live as a sniviling worm. The gods are cruel to have left you breathing while Nyles was forced into the cold clutches of death. Though I suppose you will find your own meaning for the word 'cold' when you take the black."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 0:34:36 GMT
Edmure laughed mockingly, his dislike of Belric growing with every word that passed his brother's lips.
"A 'snivelling worm' now? I offered to fight whoever you choose and die with a sword in my hand. You refused."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 0:52:36 GMT
Edmure had clearly not been paying attention if he thought Belric gave two shits wether he was liked or not. "You asked for a duel, after already having been served the beating of your life. Your words are as fickle as the wind, and you will say anything to save your own skin."
Belric, having made his decision, turned to the guards. "Get him out of my sight and see to it that he is sent to Castle Black."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 2:09:49 GMT
Edmure laughed again, this time in amazed disbelief. "Do anything to save my skin? You do remember duels of that nature are to the death."
He looked around the men inside the room.
"Belric's justice. Such as it is. Take note."
His eyes met Belric's "Be sure to tell the family and your vassals that you sent your brother to the Wall for not liking the answers he gave you."
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 24, 2016 3:21:38 GMT
Percival became frustrated when Lord Piggy clipped his own balls. He hid his longing for a hand to examine behind his regular placid mask. He snorted at Edmure's last words. "No one but your sisters will remember your name a week after you are gone. And your sisters will last only a short while longer. Good bye sheep. Watch out for Northern wolves."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 4:36:28 GMT
Edmure bared his teeth in a mock grimace at the Maester and laughed, his mood changed. He felt strangely exhilarated. Perhaps it was his close brush with maiming. Perhaps it was because he would be free of Harrenhal...the Maester and his brother included.
"Watch out Percy." he said, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "This sheep can bite. And I can assure you that you won't have heard the last of me."
"I'll gather my things." he said to Belric, with finality. "Goodbye Belric. It's unlikely we'll meet again in this lifetime. Not unless you visit the Wall. Maybe you'll join me there someday. You know, I would have continued serving you, even if not as Castellan. But you ended that, the moment you struck me."
Without waiting for a reply, he nodded curtly to his now estranged brother, ignored the Maester completely and left the solar in company with the two guards.
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The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Oct 24, 2016 19:01:33 GMT
"How many men should we take for the escort, milord?" one of the guards inquired.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 24, 2016 22:55:03 GMT
If Edmure was looking for a reaction from Belric he would not get one. This was not some great loss to House Blackfort, nor did the decision weigh personally on Belric's conscious. Edmure had been a blight upon the family, and Belric couldn't help but agree with the Maester that he would soon be forgotten. Perhaps now, without Edmure dramatizing every situation, the more important matters could be given proper consideration.
"Take six men. I will see if any of my family care to accopany you north, though I wouldn't count on it." When he finished addressing the guard, his attention turned to the Maester, who's dissapointment was palpable. "That will be all, Maester."
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Post by Maester Percival on Oct 25, 2016 1:33:34 GMT
Percival stared hard into Belric's eyes for a too long moment, and then turned and walked from the room with out a word.
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