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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 15, 2017 21:45:08 GMT
Willem nodded. "True enough, although were she to ask Lord Belric I can't see him denying her such things. From what I have observed they are quite close."
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Vex
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Post by Vex on Jan 15, 2017 21:45:25 GMT
"The Old", she shrugged,"seems they do and know a hell of lot more the Seven." Looking at Davey, she was surprised almost that she didn't know,"Yes", she replied flatly. "But it was to be expected, sooner or later." Dacey smiled knowingly. "That's for sure," she ageed, about the Gods. "I suppose. Who are you marrying?" she asked.
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Post by Bret on Jan 15, 2017 21:57:18 GMT
"No idea, cousin, no idea", she sighed. "But if it is what Belric wants, I'll do it."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 15, 2017 22:01:38 GMT
Willem nodded. "True enough, although were she to ask Lord Belric I can't see him denying her such things. From what I have observed they are quite close." "They are, yes," Violet agreed. "I have often envied them that. I am fond of Dacey but I barely know Belric. We will probably never know one another properly. But perhaps you can become his friend, ser. Belric is more at home among men, I think."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 16, 2017 1:31:43 GMT
"Truly?" Willem said, surprised. "Were you not raised together? Perhaps I may become Belric's friend. But he is my liege, not my equal. It is easier to befriend those who are one's equals I suspect."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 16, 2017 7:05:11 GMT
"I'm much younger than Belric and I spent many years at the sept's motherhouse while he was at war," Violet explained. "And our interests are vastly different, you must see that."
She smiled at him. "You're right about the difference of rank but you have more in common with Belric than I ever will."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 16, 2017 7:23:27 GMT
"Blood matters to him." Willem replied. "That much is obvious. If he was willing to spend greatly to secure my safety I imagine he would go to even greater lengths for his sister."
Willem offered violet a sad smile. "I may share lord Belric's experience with war, but I did not fight at his side for it. Those who did are closer to him than I. And rightly so."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 16, 2017 16:39:18 GMT
"Well, yes, that's natural," Violet agreed. "I've heard it said that the battlefield forms great bonds between men. But you are not to blame for your particular circumstances. You didn't have the chance to grow up with the family, and that's not your fault. I hope you will be happy, now that you are a proper member of the family. Especially now that Belric has proven how much he values your service."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 16, 2017 20:23:14 GMT
"Yes," Willem said nodding, "I am deeply grateful for that. I have not gotten to know many of my kin as well as I'd have hoped, apart from Edmure, who is gone now. I hope that can change though."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 16, 2017 20:36:35 GMT
"Yes." Violet's stomach twisted into knots at the mention of her brother. She missed him still and sometimes the guilt ate at her during the night. "I know Edmure valued your friendship," she said. "I hope you will consider me your friend too, for Edmure's sake."
She remembered the scene between Willem and Hoster at the family meeting. "What about your father, if it's not rude of me to ask? Harrenhal is big enough that you need not see each other too often."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 17, 2017 4:29:58 GMT
Eager to start the tournament, Belric arrived early to watch archery. The winner of the contest was already clear in his mind, there could be no alternative. Catching sight of Dacey talking with Aelison, he walked over to share his sentiments.
"Fine morning for a bit of bow work," he said in greeting, his tone lighthearted. "I expect to hear our name shouted from the stands."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 17, 2017 5:18:28 GMT
"Yes." Violet's stomach twisted into knots at the mention of her brother. She missed him still and sometimes the guilt ate at her during the night. "I know Edmure valued your friendship," she said. "I hope you will consider me your friend too, for Edmure's sake." She remembered the scene between Willem and Hoster at the family meeting. "What about your father, if it's not rude of me to ask? Harrenhal is big enough that you need not see each other too often." "I am glad to hear that." Willem replied. "He was not well loved but deserved better treatment than he was given by most of his kin. It pleases me to know he died knowing he had friends left. As for Hoster he murdered my mother and left me to fend for myself as a child. If I were not sworn to your brothers service I would kill him and do so happily." He looked to violet with sympathy after finishing his venemous speech. "I apologize if that is too violent for your sensibilities, my lady. But it is what I feel."
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Post by The Raven on Jan 17, 2017 6:47:12 GMT
Nearby sat Ser Randall Fisk, Lord Goodbrook's sworn bow and veteran of the Raven's Teeth. He looked at Dacey once without expression, then returned to stringing and testing his own weirwood longbow. ![](http://www.themoviescene.co.uk/reviews/_img/235-2.jpg) Hoster arrived, accompanied by his older brother and father. Alester Shoreham was not a man who ever seemed enthusiastic about anything but total victory, and was likely only there to observe the talent. He did not even pause to offer any support to his brother beyond a few words before moving to his reserved spot. Lord Oswell, possessing some actual semblance of human emotion, grinned and laughed and told his second son some bawdy tale to put him at ease. Hoster, longbow in hand, kept looking at Aelison, as they were both addressed by their heads of house. ![](http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Lancelot-king-arthur-887912_377_480.jpg) ![](http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TCM/Images/Dynamic/i373/lioninwinter_thatswhattapestriesarefor_FC_HD_2997_470x264_090320150457.jpg) ![](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/28/6f/60/286f60998c9af02fa1341a9793138217.jpg)
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2017 8:01:49 GMT
Lord Joseth Mallister and his formidable daughter Joanna Mallister took their place in the list, checking their bowstrings and arrows. His arrows were cedar and her's were pine. Their fletchings were both, fittingly, golden eagle feathers.
Lord Seth Blackwood arrived as well, weirwood bow in hand. His arrow were carved of ash and the fletchings, once again fittingly, were raven feathers.
The appointed steward of the games cleared took his position near the weirwood tree, across from the contestants, clearing his throat to indicate he was ready to begin when the contestants were.
(First round is rolled and ready to go when you lot are done chit chatting. In future events I'll make sure to put a Stands thread up. The event threads should only be for those competing)
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Post by Bret on Jan 17, 2017 12:34:49 GMT
Eager to start the tournament, Belric arrived early to watch archery. The winner of the contest was already clear in his mind, there could be no alternative. Catching sight of Dacey talking with Aelison, he walked over to share his sentiments. "Fine morning for a bit of bow work," he said in greeting, his tone lighthearted. "I expect to hear our name shouted from the stands." "Morning Milord", her tone was jovial as well greeting Belric,"Yes, it is but I still believe Dacey will take the prize,"she grinned,"unless there is some divine intervention, I'm just here for a bit of exercise praying I don't embarrass myself." Aelison looked over at Hoster and then smiled acknowledging him.
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