The Raven
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Post by The Raven on May 28, 2016 2:31:27 GMT
Prince Maekar Targaryen has finally abandoned King's Landing. Though his supporters continue to be slaughtered from Oldtown to the crannog, Daemon today claims his prize. While he and his inner circle negotiate terms with the remaining defenders, most of the remaining army remains outside. While most of the trueborn nobles celebrate among themselves, the fighting men and their families pursue their own distractions.
(No consequences. No rolls. No NPCs. Just players getting to know their characters better.)
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 3:46:12 GMT
Belric sat idly, indulging himself on sweet wine and honey bread. He watched his family as they mingled amongst themselves; what a rare bunch they made. He laughed at the thought of his home, of how far he had come over the last few years. Belric laughed even harder at the number of battles he won, and the number in which he should have died.
In a thunderous cheer Belric slammed his goblet down, standing to his feet before raising it again. "To our true King!" he bellowed, "May his reign be long, and his wits be sharp!" Belric drank the entirety of his drink before sitting back into his seat. "Daemon Blackfyre, the bloody King..." he said too himself, a smile wide on his face. "Would never have thought we would make it this far."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 4:08:39 GMT
Tallahar freshly back from checking on the horses of the now soon to be Lordly house of Blackfort. He raised a fist into the air as Belric cried out for the King and added his voice to the roar of approval. Tallahar took the seat to the left of his younger trueborn brother. Holding a wineskin up he drank deeply before offering it to Belric, "Drink brother? It is time for us to celebrate."
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Post by Boros on May 28, 2016 4:19:49 GMT
Hoster stumbled through the tents, he had already been drinking for a while, something around 49 years. Two of his Bonny Boys tailed him, they were in states not much better than his. Hoster's vision had never been best, so he was used to, or at least believed to, guide himself by smell; and he had just smelled something very very unique, exactly what he'd been searching for: the characteristic familiar odor of another Blackfort, mixed with the thrilling scent of opportunity...
"Oh whut we got hyar... Eff'n it ain't mah li'l nephew, Beefy Beric." Hoster tuned joyfully, grabbing his nephew from behind in a friendly sleeper hold. "O' sh'd ah say: Yer majesty!" He said in a mocking tone.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 4:23:26 GMT
"Aye, time to celebrate indeed." Belric drank heartily from Tallahars wineskin before handing it back. "It is a good day for all, even a bastard. We are finally within these walls." Opening his arms arbitrarily, Belric motioned to all of Kings Landing. "And tomorrow I am to be married." Somewhat intoxicated Belric stood back up, raising his glass one more time, shouting out to whomever was listening, "Tomorrow is my wedding day!"
Surprised by his uncle Hoster grabbing him unannounced, Belric turned with his fist in the air. It took him a moment to recognize his offender, narrowly saving Hoster from a good black eye. "Uncle! Good of you to join us! Are you already too drunk to remember your nephews name?"
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 4:29:59 GMT
Tallahar took back his wineskin and drank from it deeply enjoying the strong flavour of the red win. He has found it one of the cellars that himself and other Blackfort men had come across inside the walls of Kings Landing. Laughing at his very drunk Uncle he let Belric sort him out.
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Post by Boros on May 28, 2016 4:42:53 GMT
Hoster raised an eyebrow at the statement, wasn't the boy's name Beric? He was pretty sure that's what he had called him the last, and only, three times they had met. He shrugged it off, not caring enough to correct himself.
"Of course ah came t'join yo'. Th' moment ah heard mah li'l nephew had killed thet creepy bugger, ah grabbed me pack an' jumped on a wagon, knowed yo'd need yer fine old uncle's he'p." Hoster summoned every drop of false intimacy he had in his body, hopefully, the Beric kid wouldn't be sober enough to remember how shitty an uncle he'd always been.
"Oh... An' howdy yo'... Do ah knows yo'?" He said, scanning Tallahar from head to heel. It was already too much to expect him to remember his actual nephews' names.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 4:51:35 GMT
Belric let out a hearty chuckle, slapping his uncle on the shoulder with enough force to knock over any normal man. "As long as you aren't drinking my wine, you are welcome." He turned to acknowledge Tallahar, keping a firm grip on Hoster to keep him from falling over. "Do you not remember him Uncle? Does his face not look eerily familiar?"
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 4:59:00 GMT
Tallahar looked a bit out of place. He had never gotten on with most of his family and always felt that he was shunned by them. Obeying and following Belric on the battlefield was on thing but being inspected by his Uncle was something different. Giving out a soft chuckle, "Come now Uncle it hasn't been that long."
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Post by Boros on May 28, 2016 5:01:47 GMT
"Wait..." Hoster pressed his eyelids, trying to recognize the man. "Yo' look a hell lot like mah brother. But mah brother is daid an' yo' smell like horseshit... Yer one of his bastards." He grabbed the loyal wineskin, always strapped to his waist, and took a long swallow. It was not very long after Hoster finished speaking that nature's call spoke to him and he passed out near his nephews.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 5:14:42 GMT
Belric did little to stop Hoster from passing out. In fact he half heartedly pointed towards a chair in the corner, sending his uncle in the right direction. With Hoster now disposed, Belric grabbed his brother by the shoulder. "It is good to have you here brother. Tell me of what you will do now that we have won the war."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 5:20:41 GMT
Tallahar flinched slightly as he felt Belric grab him on the shoulder, "I had not thought of it brother. If I am honest I did not believe I would survive the war. We saw some many friends and enemies die." Taking a small swallow of wine and offering Belric the skin again, "I take it you are off to Harrenhal after everything is sorted here."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 8:26:14 GMT
Belric drank from the wineskin again, "I will go wherever the King requests. Perhaps he will extend his campaign, then we can go kill men across the Narrow Sea. At least I won't be condemed to a short life in the black keep." Belric took another swig.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 28, 2016 8:40:46 GMT
Violet made her nervous way through the camp. She had never seen a siege camp before and was curious and eager to see her brother again, but the presence of so many fighting men made her nervous so she kept herself wrapped in a cloak. She searched for the Blackfort banners.
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 9:04:25 GMT
Tallahar let a visible sigh and looked at Belric with astonishment, "You wish to continue fighting brother? We have done our part we have placed the rightful King upon the Iron Throne. The Targaryens are the past, Daemon and House Blackfyre are the future for Westeros." The bastard put an emphasis on the word Westeros.
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