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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 1, 2016 2:19:59 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. " "In that case, I apologize in advance." Belric watched as Hoster stormed off, two highborn lads chuckled behind him while an even more important woman sat with a very amused look on her face. He took a step to the left, trying his best to redirect Saesha without being too obvious. "Perhaps it would be best if you introduce me to your family first. I also need a word with your brother." With one hand Belric motioned towards Daemon Blackfyre's table, the other he offered to his wife using his best impression of a gentleman. "United," he said with a confident nod.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 1, 2016 2:24:54 GMT
Edmure, who had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on Hoster to make sure he didn't totally disgrace the newly en-nobled House Blackfoot at his brother's marriage feast watched the exchange between his uncle and Lady Mandrake with some amusement at his uncle's obvious discomfort. As Hoster staggered off, he approached Lady Mandrake.
"That was well done my lady. My congratulations."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 1, 2016 2:31:11 GMT
"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!" Richard sat down and took a much bigger swig, dropping all courtley mannerisims. He had tried. Back to normal, Seven help him "You're shitting me. Kingsguard? I slept underneath hedges man. I mean, Belrics on the rise, but, I... I'm not anything. Wouldn't this slight some other more important houses? And there are better swordsman, better fighters. I'm willing, but am I the best option?"
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Jun 1, 2016 2:38:11 GMT
Jormun is still sitting around, watching the events of the feast with a smile. It seemed like opening his mouth had half a chance to end poorly today, so he ate and drank for now.
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Post by Boros on Jun 1, 2016 2:41:41 GMT
Hoster looked back to stare at the fuckers laughing at him, only to find Edmure approaching Lady Mandrake. His fist shut even tighter. "Tha lil' piece o' shit."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 2:41:45 GMT
Edmure, who had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on Hoster to make sure he didn't totally disgrace the newly en-nobled House Blackfoot at his brother's marriage feast watched the exchange between his uncle and Lady Mandrake with some amusement at his uncle's obvious discomfort. As Hoster staggered off, he approached Lady Mandrake. "That was well done my lady. My congratulations." The Widow of the Red Fork did not look amused any longer, giving a long exaggerated sigh as another Blackfort approached her. "Congratulations? On losing a husband or shaming a drunk? Because, I assure you, neither took a great deal of effort on my part, ser," she said, as one of her knights, Ser Roland of the Blue Fork, cracked his knuckles.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 1, 2016 3:29:15 GMT
Yoren watched hoster storm out of the wedding, surprised at his words and choosing to give the man a wide berth as he made his way towards his friend belric. He had done his best to clean up for the occasion, putting on his best knightly clothes and doing his best to make his usually messy brown hair presentable.
The knight approached his friend as he gave a bow to him, and his new wife, "You're looking well Belric. Lord. Sorry...I'm a bit new to this whole title thing..." He said, apologizing to his old childhood friend, "It's good to see you again, aside from all the strange people making speeches."He said as he looked to his wife and gave another bow, "It's an honor to meet you as well, Lady Saesha. I'll try not to take up too much time. I just need to ask something of Belric." He said in a rather blunt but friendly fashion.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 1, 2016 3:35:46 GMT
There, with the other Hightowers, sat the old man himself, beckoning the younger maester with frail fingers. Percival took a long drought of the wine. Then he stood slowly. He walked around the long table and approached the Grand Maester. He studied the other old man, and thought to himself. This old sod was going to ask him to spy on his new house. If not that then he was just going to prattle on and on about his first hold, and what an honor it was. Percival decided if he grew too bored he would just blow, and watch the ancient fool get blown away like a leaf in the wind. He reached the Grand Maester and raised an eyebrow in question. "Grand Maester." Percival said simply, and waited for the man to reply.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 1, 2016 3:51:27 GMT
Edmure, who had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on Hoster to make sure he didn't totally disgrace the newly en-nobled House Blackfoot at his brother's marriage feast watched the exchange between his uncle and Lady Mandrake with some amusement at his uncle's obvious discomfort. As Hoster staggered off, he approached Lady Mandrake. "That was well done my lady. My congratulations." The Widow of the Red Fork did not look amused any longer, giving a long exaggerated sigh as another Blackfort approached her. "Congratulations? On the dead husband or shaming a drunk? Because, I assure you, neither took a great deal of effort on my part, ser," she said, as one of her knights, Ser Roland of the Blue Fork, cracked his knuckles. "Why shaming a drunk of course." replied Edmure easily. "I must apologise for my kinsman's behavior. The Blackforts may be low-born raised high, but some of us do know how to behave appropriately in exalted company."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 1, 2016 4:07:05 GMT
Yoren watched hoster storm out of the wedding, surprised at his words and choosing to give the man a wide berth as he made his way towards his friend belric. He had done his best to clean up for the occasion, putting on his best knightly clothes and doing his best to make his usually messy brown hair presentable. The knight approached his friend as he gave a bow to him, and his new wife, "You're looking well Belric. Lord. Sorry...I'm a bit new to this whole title thing..." He said, apologizing to his old childhood friend, "It's good to see you again, aside from all the strange people making speeches."He said as he looked to his wife and gave another bow, "It's an honor to meet you as well, Lady Saesha. I'll try not to take up too much time. I just need to ask something of Belric." He said in a rather blunt but friendly fashion. "It is okay Yoren, it will take me time to get used to the title as well. For now, Belric is fine." He grabbed Yoren by his wrist, a soldiers handshake, before wrapping his other arm around Yoren's back, embracing him as a friend. Belric turned to his wife, completing the introductions. "This is Yoren, as honorable a knight as any in the seven kingdoms, and a loyal friend throughout my years." Satisfied, he redirected his attention back at the knight, "What would you have of me?"
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Post by The Raven on Jun 1, 2016 4:09:15 GMT
Richard sat down and took a much bigger swig, dropping all courtley mannerisims. He had tried. Back to normal, Seven help him "You're shitting me. Kingsguard? I slept underneath hedges man. I mean, Belrics on the rise, but, I... I'm not anything. Wouldn't this slight some other more important houses? And there are better swordsman, better fighters. I'm willing, but am I the best option?" "We all slept under hedges when there was a fucking war on. And aye, I imagine there's someone somewhere who can outfight us all while singing Song to the bloody Seven, but they ain't here, and if they were, I still wouldn't trust the self-righteous prick. I want you, Richard. I've already asked Daemon to sweeten the pot by letting you carry Dark Sister." Fireball grasped his friend's shoulder. "Don't be the cunt who spends the rest of his life moaning he could've been someone great. Join the fucking Kinsguard."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 1, 2016 4:11:57 GMT
Percival took a long drought of the wine. Then he stood slowly. He walked around the long table and approached the Grand Maester. He studied the other old man, and thought to himself. This old sod was going to ask him to spy on his new house. If not that then he was just going to prattle on and on about his first hold, and what an honor it was. Percival decided if he grew too bored he would just blow, and watch the ancient fool get blown away like a leaf in the wind. He reached the Grand Maester and raised an eyebrow in question. "Grand Maester." Percival said simply, and waited for the man to reply. "Are you... Archmaester Zechariah's apprentice by chance?" The Grand Maester was famously old enough to still remember dragons, and had personally known every king since Baelor. His voice still had pitch, but it came in only fragments now.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 1, 2016 4:15:39 GMT
"It is okay Yoren, it will take me time to get used to the title as well. For now, Belric is fine." He grabbed Yoren by his wrist, a soldiers handshake, before wrapping his other arm around Yoren's back, embracing him as a friend. Belric turned to his wife, completing the introductions. "This is Yoren, as honorable a knight as any in the seven kingdoms, and a loyal friend throughout my years." Satisfied, he redirected his attention back at the knight, "What would you have of me?" Yoren blushed a bit as he greeted his old friend, glad to see his new position hadn't changed him as a person. As he was introduced by Belric, he smiled and gave a nod, "Pleasure to meet you." He said, before he looked back to his friend. "Well...It might be sudden and all...but I'd like to be your knight, Belric. A knight to serve House Blackfort, if you would have me." He said, not sure if it would be well to take a knee here. He decided against it, not wanting to hold things up, "Though I wouldn't want to hold you from meeting your new relatives by bending a knee and reciting some vows right here in the sept." He said with a laugh.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 1, 2016 4:24:43 GMT
"Why shaming a drunk of course." replied Edmure easily. "I must apologise for my kinsman's behavior. The Blackforts may be low-born raised high, but some of us do know how to behave appropriately in exalted company." "A queer day when the man responsible for my husband's death apologizes to me for the actions of another," Lady Mandrake remarked, with a pointed stare. "Yes, I know who you are, Ser Edmure, the knight favored over lords to command the siege at Riverrun, based on the accomplishments of his brother. My husband died under your command, mere weeks before victory."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 1, 2016 4:39:52 GMT
"You have always been at my side Yoren, I would not let you leave me to fend for myself, even if you tried. Especially now that we have been invited into the lions den." Belric gave his friend a cordial pat on the arm, "Why don't you enjoy yourself for the evening, keep an eye on us from a far, but do not be burdened. On the morrow you can say your vows under the shade of the godswood. A sworn knight you shall be, Ser Yoren, the hammer of Harrenhall." Belric made a fist with his hand, flexing his arm in admiration of his friends raw strength. With that said, he turned his attention back to his bride as they walked towards Daemon Blackfyre's table.
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