The Raven
Administrator
Posts - 1,119
Likes - 230
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Raven on Jun 1, 2016 0:19:00 GMT
Richard laughed "His Holiness is not what I expected. Have much more respect for the poorer septons, they at least can see their feet when they go walking." he turns to the king after the laugh "But in all seriousness, congratulations Your Grace. I haven't had time to say so yet." "Yes, well, you put this crown on my head. You and your family and a hundred thousand like you. Now I just have to make sure it was worth it." "Oy! Enough eulogies! I thought this was a wedding!" He handed Richard a bottle. "Hope you like to drink, because it'll be one of the few pleasures left to you in this world once that cloak goes on."
|
|
Barley
High Lord
Posts - 809
Likes - 166
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Barley on Jun 1, 2016 0:28:27 GMT
Again, Belric had to stifle the urge to hit the High Septon; the desire growing increasingly difficult to ignore. "You would ask me to deny a request from my King?" he asked with strength in his voice, built upon loyalty for Daemon Blackfyre. "Based on what, witchcraft and superstition?" Belric stoop up tall, like a bear sizing up its opponent. "I have seen sorcerers bleed and die, the same as any man. I will not be turned away." Saesha looked between her husband and the grand maester, "Harrenhal is haunted, thank you for the new information, High Septon," in other news, water was wet. She regarded Her husband with slightly more interest, but considering how little she regarded him before, that was still leaving much to be desired, "perhaps you yourself could come and bless the castle, if you are so concerned for us,"
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 0:42:43 GMT
"Nay, m'lady." Hoster felt the heat coming up his neck; he'd never ridden a fucking horse before, so he couldn't quite have been thrown out of one. He knew she was taunting him, he couldn't give in to pressure. "Ah' don' quite remember tha' story, must 'ave been someone else, pro'bly Donyl himself. Not a good drunk rider tha one." He said with a grin, taking a sit and presenting her with a chalice, completely ignoring her son. To her credit, the widowed Lady Mandrake knew how to commit to a bit. "No, I'm certain it was you! They called you Hoster Blackshit for weeks!" she said, loud enough now that most of those around them turned to look. "Ser Thomas! Ser Roland! They'll love this story. You'll have to tell it to them yourselves. Every detail." Two burly knights made their way over, vassals of the Mandrakes, one with the sigil of the Blue Fork on his surcoat and the other the Green Fork, both likely also seeking the widow's hand.
|
|
The Raven
Administrator
Posts - 1,119
Likes - 230
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Raven on Jun 1, 2016 0:48:43 GMT
"I could no more bless Harrenhal than boil the Narrow Sea with a candle. The Seven don't promise miracles. They promise moral guidance and the strength to persevere in a world dragged down by sin. Those are the gifts the Seven can give you. That is why your faith in each other must be strong in that place. Just consider... Is your honor worth the lives and souls of your loved ones?" He turned to leave thi, grasping the septa for support.
"I have said all that will be heard. I will pray for all of you. Enjoy your wedding night."
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 0:52:37 GMT
"I am sure your bards will have it immortalized in song soon enough. Harrenhal will need at least one song that is not a dirge," she replied, before smiling at the compliment. "I will be sure to tell my father you said so. The gown and dyes were a coronation present from Tyrosh. Everyone needs a little something to remind them of home. Did you bring anything to remind you of your own?" Alice shook her head. "In all this excitement I completely forgot to bring anything, though I must admit I own very little. Perhaps I can persuade my brother to send one of my books when he... well, not returns home but... I am sure we can work something out!" She quickly laughed to cover up another embarrassment. This wasn't going well. "I do very much like forward to being your handmaiden, your Grace, though I am sure I will have to learn much of what goes with the, uh, position." "You like to read then?" the Queen inquired, clearly treating this as an interview even if she already had the job. "Good, you can help me with my letters. Which books are your favorite? We have no shortage." "Lucky for you I have never had a handmaiden before, so we will have to figure it out together," she laughed, a lilting pleasant sound. In reality, she had asked her husband the difference between a handmaiden and a slave. He had not come up with a satisfactory answer.
|
|
Barley
High Lord
Posts - 809
Likes - 166
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Barley on Jun 1, 2016 0:56:25 GMT
"I could no more bless Harrenhal than boil the Narrow Sea with a candle. The Seven don't promise miracles. They promise moral guidance and the strength to persevere in a world dragged down by sin. Those are the gifts the Seven can give you. That is why your faith in each other must be strong in that place. Just consider... Is your honor worth the lives and souls of your loved ones?" He turned to leave thi, grasping the septa for support. "I have said all that will be heard. I will pray for all of you. Enjoy your wedding night." "I suppose in the Faith of the Seven, demons are stronger than their gods," she replied dismissively, half to no one, half to her husband... So entirely to no one. She then lead their way out of the sept.
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 0:58:04 GMT
Dacey, who'd already turned back to her plate, gave the fat lout a non-commital shrug. She'd definitely not seen him anywhere near a battlefield and strongly suspected there was a horse strong enough in the whole Seven Kingdoms that could carry this sack of grease around on its back. "No. Who are ya then?" she asked. The fat man's beady eyes widened in surprise, the insolent young woman's ignorance wounding him more than the dagger. "Ambrose Butterwell, Lord of Whitewall, former Hand to the King, current Master of Coin, richest man in the God's Eye, and trusted advisor to His Grace," he listed his various accolades, looking quite smug, waiting for the woman to begin apologizing profusely.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 1, 2016 1:14:43 GMT
"I could no more bless Harrenhal than boil the Narrow Sea with a candle. The Seven don't promise miracles. They promise moral guidance and the strength to persevere in a world dragged down by sin. Those are the gifts the Seven can give you. That is why your faith in each other must be strong in that place. Just consider... Is your honor worth the lives and souls of your loved ones?" He turned to leave thi, grasping the septa for support. "I have said all that will be heard. I will pray for all of you. Enjoy your wedding night." "I suppose in the Faith of the Seven, demons are stronger than their gods," she replied dismissively, half to no one, half to her husband... So entirely to no one. She then lead their way out of the sept. Belric walked from the sept with Saesha, grabbing her gently by the arm before she could cross the precipice into the reception. "There is something I must say before we go in." Belric's voice was eager, unsure of itself. "We are both loyal people, and it just so happens our loyalties lie within the same individual. Neither of us would have been standing here today had it not been for reverence of your brother. I would go as far to say that I would not be standing at all without Daemon's guidance. What I did for him, that day at the battle of Redgrass, pales in comparison to what he has given me. I am an honorable man, and I mean to honor you... and to respect you. I am glad our sept dispensed with the traditional vows, for this is what I had wished to say. And as your husband, hope to prove." "We both value family," he continued, now moving into the great hall. "I hope that you can feel as welcomed by mine as I have from yours. Well... some of your family at least. The side that wasn't trying to kill me that is." Belric could feel himself slipping, despite how well he had started off. At the back of his mind, his thoughts turned to his family. What kind of trouble had they caused in his absence?
|
|
Boros
Knight
Jon
Posts - 456
Likes - 205
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Boros on Jun 1, 2016 1:25:23 GMT
"Well, ye got me... A'll tell'em the whole story." Hoster finished his goblet of wine in one big swallow, slamming it down back on the table. In a jerk he got back to his feet, his calloused fists ached to fly against the woman's soft facial skin. "Sers Thomas an' Rolan', eh?! Pleasure to meet ye. M'lady wan's me ta tell ye the fine story of when I fell face first in the fecking latrines..."
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 1:35:28 GMT
At the vulgar language, Lady Mandrake sent her son off to play with some of the other young lordlings, crossing her arms and suppressing a laugh. Neither of the knights had to suppress anything, both scowling at the drunk without a trace of amusement.
|
|
Ser Richard
Guardsman
Ornaga
Posts - 387
Likes - 39
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Ser Richard on Jun 1, 2016 1:41:29 GMT
"Yes, well, you put this crown on my head. You and your family and a hundred thousand like you. Now I just have to make sure it was worth it." "Oy! Enough eulogies! I thought this was a wedding!" He handed Richard a bottle. "Hope you like to drink, because it'll be one of the few pleasures left to you in this world once that cloak goes on." Richard grabs the drink, stares longfully at it, then washes a swig of it down before realizing what the man had said "Cloak? What cloak?" This was the shoe. He was a hedge knight at best, though maybe now a knight in service to the crown. The sept earlier had dazzled him, and now with a hundred of westeros most powerful gathered together, it was simply overwhelming. He began to sweat.
|
|
Barley
High Lord
Posts - 809
Likes - 166
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Barley on Jun 1, 2016 1:49:18 GMT
"Feeling welcomed by your family will depend entirely on them" she replied, then seemed to soften a little, "we will have to make the best of this, both of us. The high septon may be dramatic with his warning, but a united Lord and lady will make for a stronger house. "
|
|
Boros
Knight
Jon
Posts - 456
Likes - 205
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Boros on Jun 1, 2016 1:50:04 GMT
At the vulgar language, Lady Mandrake sent her son off to play with some of the other young lordlings, crossing her arms and suppressing a laugh. Neither of the knights had to suppress anything, both scowling at the drunk without a trace of amusement." "Ah 'ad been wi' som' friends drinkin' in a Tavern tha' night, very fecking nice place tha' was. High roof, good heatin', mos' enjoyable for a night out." His tone was a little bit aggressive, you could feel his breath heating up. His fist shut like the Maidenvault."An' there came in three lil' shi..." Hoster paused, he looked to his sides, none of his Bonny Boys were there, this place was completely foreign to him; had it been another scenario, he'd just have finished his story, stabbed the three of them in the throat and thrown their bodies in the gutter. But no, Hoster had lived in the streets most of his lives, he had learned, no matter how drunk, that you don't get into a fight unless you have an edge to it. "Ye wanna know... Feck it. Ye can all go feck yerselfs." Impotence only made him even angrier, but he had to level his head. Where he came from you didn't get to live very long picking fights like this, maybe you make a fool of yourself now and then, but at least you don't get yourself killed. "I fell fecking face first on da shitter, aight? Naw ah'll seek better fecking company." His revenge would come sooner or later, most likely accompanied by a dozen crossbows.
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 2:04:07 GMT
"Always a pleasure to meet an old friend of my departed husband," Lady Mandrake called after him, before the one she had named Ser Roland muttered something about Hoster running back to his shitbucket.
(House Blackfort loses 1 Disposition Level with the Lords of the Trident)
|
|
The Raven
Administrator
Posts - 1,119
Likes - 230
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Raven on Jun 1, 2016 2:18:00 GMT
Richard grabs the drink, stares longfully at it, then washes a swig of it down before realizing what the man had said "Cloak? What cloak?" This was the shoe. He was a hedge knight at best, though maybe now a knight in service to the crown. The sept earlier had dazzled him, and now with a hundred of westeros most powerful gathered together, it was simply overwhelming. He began to sweat. "Aye... Sweet Seven, man, I'm offering you a spot on the Kingsguard! Talent and courage like yours shouldn't be wasted in Harrenhal fighting bandits. Seems only proper that for killing a future king, you live your life protecting one. And Daemon's got a whole litter of them!"
|
|