The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 28, 2017 6:28:23 GMT
"Seven Hells, Blackfort!" Lord Joseth sputtered, still laughing and coughing as he tore off his greathelm and rubbed his bruised throat, resting his other arm on his daughter's shoulder as they trudged out of the mud. "How much did you short Lucamore on his dowry that he fights like a man possessed for a bag of gold?"
"Maybe you're passed your prime, father," Joanna quipped, throwing her father's heavy armored arm off her shoulder.
"Aye and what's your excuse?" he countered. "Last I checked, I was still dry when you went for your swim."
"Bad stock?" she offered, with a laugh that she had certainly inherited from her father.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Jan 28, 2017 23:14:58 GMT
Arya Frey clearly sits beside her brother Orland, watching the show. Willis thinks he catches a smile on her face when their gazes meet, but it is an only an instant acknowledgement. Now she turns her gaze back to her cousin Aerys and the holy man.
"Aye. This land needs a good kick in the pants to get past the tavern door. Speaking of which, is drinking still a legal vice for you, or did they change that during the war?"
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Vex
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Post by Vex on Jan 29, 2017 2:55:06 GMT
Well aware how poorly cold water and winter mixed, Dacey started towards the castle as soon as she'd gotten out of the lake, not caring for any of the remaining contestants and seeing in her imminent future a roaring fireplace with a nice hot bath. She had to make due with an unsteady limp, courtesy of dear ol' Willem's sucker punch.
Harlan, on the other hand, had gingerly removed his armour after emerging from the water, and was now observing the remaining contestants from the stands, wrapped in a warm wool cloak.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 29, 2017 10:32:46 GMT
Arya Frey clearly sits beside her brother Orland, watching the show. Willis thinks he catches a smile on her face when their gazes meet, but it is an only an instant acknowledgement. Now she turns her gaze back to her cousin Aerys and the holy man. "Aye. This land needs a good kick in the pants to get past the tavern door. Speaking of which, is drinking still a legal vice for you, or did they change that during the war?" "Not at all. There's no law against septons drinking, thank the Seven!" Jared grinned. "I'd not have taken vows if there were. I've a soldier's vices, I fear. Well, some of them. Mayhaps that makes me a bad septon, but at least you know I shan't prose on about virtue all the livelong day."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 30, 2017 16:42:37 GMT
Willis was on his feet shouting throughout the final duel. Only a minute or two after it was over did he remember whom he was next to, and calmed down to speak a few words with her. "Apologies, Violet. Just happy to see the kid do well. Your betrothed made a fine showing for himself, far better than expected. My money was on Mallister or Belric to take it."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 30, 2017 18:17:34 GMT
Violet was unsurprisingly disappointed that her betrothed had not actually won, and cried out as Lucamore fell. But, moments later, she managed to control her emotions sufficiently to meet Willis' remarks with a smile.
"I'm sorry you lost your money, but at least our own cousin is victorious and has surprised us all with his prowess. I wanted Lord Lucamore to win, though." She gazed wistfully at her betrothed. "But it was a magnificent final bout."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 30, 2017 18:55:37 GMT
"Bet your ass, there'll be songs 'bout that one." He laughed, a little melancholy, at the realization that odds were he wouldn't even get a measure for himself in those songs. "We'll have to get him good and drunk tonight, to even the odds tomorrow."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 30, 2017 19:00:16 GMT
"Don't you dare!" Violet cried, in mock horror, though her giggle rather ruined the effect. "I would like to speak to my betrothed before our wedding day and I would prefer not to do it if he's drunk, or nursing a hangover."
In an attempt to divert Willis slightly, she asked "Are you competing in all the remaining events?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 30, 2017 19:07:09 GMT
"I am. Well, except they say there's to be a dancing contest, and that one's not for me. I can take a turn with a tavern girl after there's a drink or six in me, but courtly dancin' ain't my specialty." He chuckled at the thought. "Got the joust to worry about anyway, that's the main event." His voiced dropped in volume. "That, and findin' a likely lady to gimme a favor and a good luck kiss."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 30, 2017 19:30:40 GMT
Violet laughed prettily though her thoughts were vaguely troubled as he reminded her of a few matters she was trying not to dwell upon.
"Oh yes. I must bestow my own favour on my betrothed. Has your eye fallen upon any suitable lady yet, cousin? I know there are a number of ladies among the visitors, and some of them are quite pretty."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 30, 2017 20:20:18 GMT
"Might be that I made a pleasant acquaintance last night at the feast. Don't know that things will progress much further than that, but we shall see."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 30, 2017 20:31:53 GMT
She wondered what kind of experience he meant, but dared not ask. Like as not, it wasn't something to speak of in polite company, even among cousins.
"I'm sure the lady will give you her favour if you ask for it," she said.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 30, 2017 20:54:46 GMT
"I'll be sure to let you know how it goes." Willis gave her a pat on the shoulder. Didn't bother mentioning that he'd already gotten Arya's favor, in a manner of speaking. "But, if you'll excuse me, I need to go fill Willem with wine and see what happens."
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Yseult Rivers
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Post by Yseult Rivers on Jan 30, 2017 21:49:49 GMT
Not caring how rude the smarmy Tully may find it, Yesult happily and loudly cheers for Lord Belric and her father Lord Roote.. biting her bottem lip tightly to stop the smirk and whoop that want to escape at the ratty Torren's humiliation in the melee as he storms off.
(Assume this is where ever is ment to be eariler.. catching up again)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 30, 2017 22:26:33 GMT
"Of course. Please give him my congratulations too. I'll give them in person, soon enough, but I know you have men's business to discuss," she replied.
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