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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 1, 2017 18:47:52 GMT
"Aye," he said in reply to Jormun's comment. "I do not regret my decision. I only wish it was one that never needed to be made." Belric sloshed his wine about aimlessly before taking another large sip. "But what is done is done, and despite this worlds best efforts, we are all still here." He massaged an old wound on his head, caused by piece of fallen cieling that had struck him so mysteriously.
"We now sit upon the eve of our families transcendence into nobility. The Blackforts have never been invited to a tourney, let alone thrown one. This is a night to celebrate, and I shall do so with viggor!" He drank again, emptying his goblet only to fill it once more. "I will need all of your help. And despite the imposibility of my request, I am making it all of your responsibilities to earn favor for our family... And most importantly, make sure I don't make a fool of myself."
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Jan 1, 2017 19:32:37 GMT
"I shall host a great hunt with all of the Lords then, to show both our prowess and our interest in cooperation. Our reputation is built on the feats we have performed, best we prove it to as many as we can." Jormun drank from his wine once again, looking around the table. "Everybody who wishes to ride with us may come. Our family is too divided."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 1, 2017 20:36:16 GMT
Belric was please by what he heard from Jormun. "A hunt is a welcome idea. I imagine the Riverland Lords will be excited to watch the Slayer of Giants at work. Speaking of which, hows goes your preparations of the bear pits? Any noble man can earn glory in the lists, but it is only within the pit that a commoner can fight for his own fame."
Belric's attention turned to the group as a whole, and he slammed hisf fist onto the table prudently. The last bit of Jormun's comment at struck a nerve. "Tonight is where the divide within this family ends. If anyone here has something to say to the contrary, do so now. I will not hold anything against you if you speak up. This is our only time to fetter our the kinks in our armor before our enemies can witness our weaknesses."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 1, 2017 21:34:33 GMT
Violet clutched her glass. She wished she felt enough confidence in her relationship with Belric to tell him how she had really been feeling the night she rode off with Edmure, but she dared not. She was just not sure whether he had genuinely changed since Edmure's death, or whether it was a front. So she resolved to keep her own counsel and said only "I truly hope better things will come in the future."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 1, 2017 22:02:56 GMT
Unlike Violet, Willem did take the opportunity to speak. "I have no love for Hoster, my lord." He said assertively. "But you already know that. And it will not prevent me from serving this family to the best of my ability."
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Post by Boros on Jan 1, 2017 22:54:17 GMT
Hoster growled and shook his head at Willem's and Belric's remarks. This was nothing, these kids should have seen how his generation of Blackforts growing up and they would know what divided meant. Their father was an ass, two of his brothers were dicks and the last one was a fucking pussy. And of course, they were pore which always worsen relations. Compared to that these kids were as close as Targaryen siblings.
"Why do ah like all yer dad's bastards except tha' one?!?" Hoster muttered to Dacey, nodding towards Willem. " Fecking Lousy fruit."
Hosted has this competitive thing, you see? Like a young kid who can't watch someone he doesn't like being nice or successful without trying to grab some of the attention to him. Especially when drunk.
"And as much as ah don' like... Whatever is his name... Ah say da same! Whatever tis family needs, ah'll be here ta serve." Hoster said jumping into the conversation. "Ah can even join this Hunt o' yers, Maybe ah can show these fancy folk how to hunt. Ah'll show ye how we used ta do it when we were yer age." He only left out the part where his brother beat him, he beat Jon and that they were hunting rats and pigeons in the streets of Harrentown.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 2, 2017 1:15:23 GMT
Belric cared little for the quarrel between Hoster and Willem, it seemed like a waste energy. With his elbow resting on the table, he propped his hand upright and pointed at each of them in turn. "The two of you are going to settle this, right here and now. I don't give two shits about the history. Whatever happened is in the past, and in my opinion turned out to be the best of all possible outcomes." His finger landed on Willem, "You are a good knight and a respectable man of morals, none of which came from Hoster. Be thankful you were given this life, and that you were not forced to be raised by him." He threw a glance at Hoster, accompanied by a wicked grin. His uncle was a right cunt, but he was family and he was loyal. With his finger still on Willem, he continued, "Without him, we would not be cousins, and you would not be here now."
The finger turned to Hoster. "And you, you filthy bastard. Acknowledge your son. You are the captain of my guard, and he his my sworn shield. The two of you are my first and last line of defense. It's not like he wants anything from you, he's done a fine job on his own. Just give him the courtesy and be done with it. That's an order."
Leaving Hoster and Willem to the task, Belric turned to Violet. There was no surprise she did not trust him, he had been known to beat people who told him things he did not like... or at least, that was the reputation he had earned. "We cannot simply hope any more, sister. No one is looking for us to succeed, we have to fight for it ourselves. I don't expect you to understand me now, but when you have your own family to protect, perhaps you will know why we sacrificed so much to get where we are." He reached over and patter her hand endearingly, hoping she would not mistake his insight for insult.
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Post by Boros on Jan 2, 2017 1:45:51 GMT
"HE'S MAH WAT?" Hoster mouth hung incredulous, his cup of wine falling to the floor. The latter would have been a white shocking scene considering who we are talking about.
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Jan 2, 2017 1:49:48 GMT
Jormun leans over towards Dacey, employing a rather terrible stage whisper. "So that's why I don't like either of them.."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 2, 2017 2:40:36 GMT
Willem was visibly struggling to hold his tongue at Belric's comments about how being abandoned by his father had been a good outcome for all involved. He managed to do so longer than Hoster, whose outburst he pointedly ignored.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 2, 2017 3:04:09 GMT
"HE'S MAH WAT?" Hoster mouth hung incredulous, his cup of wine falling to the floor. The latter would have been a white shocking scene considering who we are talking about. Belric stared absently, confounded by his uncle's lack of awareness. "He's your fucking son, Hoster." He shrugged his shoulders, looking to the others for confirmation. "Is that news?"
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Post by Boros on Jan 2, 2017 11:31:52 GMT
"Ah.. He... Ye... Ah don'... Well..." Hosted stumbled through his words, he was not quite sure of how to act in this type of situation. He stared for a couple of seconds at Willem, trying to read true boy. Maybe that's why he had never liked the boy since the beginning, maybe he could see in Willem something he had never had: dignity. Well, that and the fact that Willem didn't pay him a drink the day they met.
"Ah'm not a father an' Ah'll ne'er. Ah've had a father afore an'it was shite. " The Captain of the Guards finally managed to form a concise sentence. He could see in himself the years of neglect he had suffered from his own father. Maybe losing an arm had actually taught him something. "Ma'be it was for the better o' ye. Taught ye ta be som'thing different."
"Ah could rise now, cross the table and punch ye in her ugly mug. Ye would punch me back, dischargin' all the anger from years of shite on me and we'd be happy for ever after. But that is bullshite." He paused for a minute, thinking of the best course of action. "For the sake of the Blackfort name Ah accept ye as my kid, but don' come asking for any favors. And any thing ye want something from me, ye can try and take it in the meelee... Tip: I wouldn'." His tone was gruff and serious.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 2, 2017 11:44:46 GMT
Leaving Hoster and Willem to the task, Belric turned to Violet. There was no surprise she did not trust him, he had been known to beat people who told him things he did not like... or at least, that was the reputation he had earned. "We cannot simply hope any more, sister. No one is looking for us to succeed, we have to fight for it ourselves. I don't expect you to understand me now, but when you have your own family to protect, perhaps you will know why we sacrificed so much to get where we are." He reached over and patter her hand endearingly, hoping she would not mistake his insight for insult. Violet listened to Belric's interaction with Hoster and Willem with interest, thankful she had been spared both the taint of bastardy and an absentee parent. Hoster worried her, sometimes, yet he was kin and he had at times been good to her. She hoped the two of them would come to an accord, in time. She made herself smile a little at Belric. "I'm not a warrior like you, and most of our family, but I hope I would fight to protect any children I have in the future. But with my marriage, I may well have all I desire. Take comfort in that, if you like."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 2, 2017 13:52:21 GMT
"My comfort rests in the knowledge that you will be a Roote. Lucamore is a better man than most, and he will treat you like a proper lady." Belric signaled for the servants to bring the next course. Regardless of wether anyone else was ready, his hunger persisted. Perhaps it was nerves, or maybe it was just that he was a large man who liked to eat. "Are you anxious at all? I had quite a knot in my stomach in the days leading up to my wedding."
He kept and ear to Hoster and Willem's discussion, incase he needed to intervene.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 2, 2017 14:50:57 GMT
"A little, as any woman would be before her wedding, but I know I am marrying a good man," she said. "At least I have met him. You were not acquainted with Saesha at all, before you married. And yet all ended well for the two of you."
She glanced from Belric to Saesha and back to Belric again. "It will be fine and I will be safe and happy in Harroway's Town. It will be a kind of homecoming, after all."
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