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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 2, 2017 15:48:03 GMT
"Excuses for your actions." Willem commented venemously. "I expected nothing less. I owe you more than a punch to the face and it will take more than that for me to be happy. I do not care for your acceptance. May the seven hells have it; it will be worth more there."
He glanced to Belric. "When I swore my blade to you I promised I would not kill him. That promise I can keep. But to ask me to forgive him is too much, my lord."
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Jan 2, 2017 16:31:52 GMT
"Hah! Kill me! Are ye soft or som'thing? Ye couldn' do it even if ye tried, boy." Hoster spat, he could feel the heat creeping up his neck. "Ye really think Am' apologizing? If someone owes an apology here is yer whore mother, who didn' 'ave the decency to moon tea the shite out o' yer puny ass." He hammered his fist on the table. Hoster was not known holding back his vulgarity, even if the girls were at the table. "To the Seven hells with ye an' yer forgiveness. Ah should 'ave pay'd fer ye ta be swallow'd."
"Belric, ye seen Ah tried to smooth things o'er." Hoster turned to Belric, his tone much more controlled, although not enough to be considered calm. "Kid don' wan' it, he can bugger 'imself wi' a bloody sword." "
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jan 2, 2017 20:08:49 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." "It has not ended yet at all, but uor situations are very different. Still, I wish you every joy in your marriage, Violet, and hope you get all the happiness in it you deserve," She said with a smile, holding Belric's hand in her own briefly, she looked at hoster and Willem and sighed softly, "Why can your family never just get on? My brothers were at war for years and things seemed less tumultuous," It was like she was a septa surrounded by unruly and loud children at times.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 2, 2017 22:05:12 GMT
"Am I forgetting something, or did you not get your eye beaten out and your arm cut off in a fight with untrained rabble?" Willem shot back, voice raised. "If a real knight came at you you'd be at odds whether to shit yourself or run and probably end up doing both poorly cause you'd be filthy drunk. As for my mother, let us not play fools. You were too drunk or stupid for precaution to occur to you until after I was born. And then it was too late, wasn't it. A child might fight back and you always preferred helpless victims."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 2, 2017 22:26:47 GMT
Violet smiled at Saesha. "You're too kind," she replied. "I hope you have many children." She reached for her drink and took a sip.
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Post by Boros on Jan 2, 2017 22:40:07 GMT
Hoster hand moved quickly to his belt, where he ever kept his precious dagger. Precious only in the sense that it was the only way he could cut meat, and dagger only in the sense that a respectable person can't go around calling his weapon a butcher's knife. He stabbed it on the table, digging the tip into the wood.
"Ye think yer better than ah am, don' ye? Just 'cause you bathed in some fancy andal oils? Or took som' posh oath? Ah surviv'd for years in da gutter, boy. Did wha' ah had to do to thrive." Hoster stood hunched towards Willem, the last time his voice had been this loud was during the confrontation in the Clay Pits. Maybe it was the mention of his Bonny Boys, maybe it was the harsh reality of his incompetence and cowardice being thrown at his face, it was clear that Willem had touched a very soft spot in Hoster's leathery heart. It didn't occur to him the WIllem's life had probably much tougher than his." When ye start fighting like a real man, without yer shiny plate, Ah'll show ye the untrained rabble."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 2, 2017 23:10:47 GMT
Belric could not stand to hear another word from Willem or Hoster, their bickering was intolerable. "Enough!" He said, slamming a closed fist against the long table. "That is it, I will hear no more. I did not tell the two of you to apologize, nor did I expect you to bond like father and son because I gave the order. However, I did order you to sort it out. If that means a trip to the practice yard, so be it. We can settle this with swords if the two of your egos are too fragile to settle it with words." He stared at both of them, fury in his eyes, wondering who would be brave enough to talk back first. The infighting had to end, even if that meant Belric had to end it.
Trying to keep his calm and remain civil, he squeezed Saesha's hand in return. "They are Blackforts, brashness and rage are in our blood. Unlike your Targaryan brothers, they were never taught to smile at a mans face before driving a knife through his heart." He shrugged, indifferently. "To be honest, I would rather have the anger on the surface. At least then it can be seen. It is the hatred deep within that is to be feared."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 3, 2017 0:16:12 GMT
Willem had scarcely moved as Hoster stood, apart from clenching his fists and eyeing Hoster's face trying to figure out if his first blow should be directed at the man's eye or eye socket. When Belric began yelling at them, he was able to simply unclench his fists and remain seated, looking like far less of an idiot than Hoster (in his mind at least). "We have lived in these halls for months without any incident of note, my lord." Willem offered. "I am not sure what you would have us do to improve on that."
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Post by Boros on Jan 3, 2017 1:06:22 GMT
Hoster threw himself back in his chair, like a kid who had just been denied desserts. The big moment having passed, and Belric given him a little clout in the ear, his mood started to dampen again.
"Ah'll take care o' mah life, he take care o' yours. No one gits hurt and we won' bother Belric wi' this shite anymore." Hoster grunted at Willem. "But do so much as stand on mah way an' ah'll feck ye for life."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 20:01:52 GMT
Belric shook his head in dissapointment, frustarted that the two could not simply stifle their hatred for one another. "I will treat you like children if that's what it takes. Simply not killing eachother isn't good enough. Do I have to lock you two in the same room until you work it out?" He gave a chuckle, finding his own jest to be quite amusing.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 20:07:00 GMT
Willis had kept quiet through the shouting match, but piped up with a jest, "I'd imagine that depends on what weapons you locked in with 'em."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 20:13:58 GMT
Belric laughed again, this time with Willis. "bludgeoning weapons only."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 3, 2017 20:21:16 GMT
Willem looked less than thrilled. "And you expect us beating each other until one submits or dies will reduce the hatred we feel for one another, my lord?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 20:26:40 GMT
Belric was still half laughing, "Was only a jest, Ser Willem. If I am forced to follow through with it, I will simply chain you to seperate walls so you don't pummel one another to death."
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Jan 3, 2017 20:29:54 GMT
"Beating things in anger is how Belric handles disputes, Willem, and we don't have a war yet. Maybe the idea has some credit." Jormun smiles at his brother, raising his goblet in a mock salute. "But there is still time."
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