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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 14, 2016 0:46:22 GMT
"Is what true?" Yoren asked with a raised brow. Because hoster and him were on the same horse, Yoren couldn't tell if dacey was talking to him or to hoster behind him.
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Post by Boros on Jun 14, 2016 0:48:24 GMT
After hearing the accusation and something that sounded suspiciously like a rock hitting Hoster's head, Dacey stopped her horse and looked over her shoulder, giving Hoster a stern look. "Is this true?" she called. Was this what he'd been rambling about at the castle? "Fecker had his wrinkled pecker hangin' right 'fore yer sister. Wha' did ye wan' me to do? Me and me boys decid'd ta teach 'im a lesson. Only da fecker was a pussy, made out o' glass and broke wi' a punch." Hoster approached Dacey and whispered to her defensively. He would never bulge to believe that what he did was wrong. "Naw, don' com' sayin' it was wick'd, 'cause ah ain' did nothin' wrong. T'was a ma'er o' honor fer our house. Gon' say da same ah told yer brother: Doubt Bi'ersteel woul' hav' done any different were it 'is sister. Or any Lannister, or Hightower, or wha'ever... They gotta respect us, if our own subjects won' do ye thin' Tully will bat an' eyelid to feck us in da arse?" As Hoster rode behind Yoren, the young knight could feel the Blackfort Uncle's massive manhood brushing against his back.
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Post by Vex on Jun 14, 2016 0:59:14 GMT
It was difficult to tell whether the look of mild disbelief on Dacey's face was due to the story, or because she hadn't understood a word her uncle had just said.
Either way, she turned to the general direction of the earlier call. "Take this accusation to my brother, Lord Blackfort," she said. "He is nothing if not lawful. He will set this right."
With that, she beckoned at Yoren to follow her, and rode off.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 30, 2016 22:44:35 GMT
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Having spent a large portion of his time within the walls, Belric decided to get out for a few hours. He made his way to Harrentown, looking to see if his subjects had begun to pick up the pieces of their lives. Perhaps he could help a few of them today, if nothing else it would be good to show his face.
He rode the same strong mare he had come in on, accompanied by two of his guard. He wore his house colors, though his cloths were far from ostentatious. Belric had never been one for fine silks, though it occurred to him he may want to find a seamstress or tailor who could help him look the part.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 1, 2016 23:46:55 GMT
They had indeed begun to pick up the pieces, what pieces remained, not that it was a particularly noble choice for a peasant. It was that or die. Some had likely chosen the latter after finding out the fate of their children, but the rest milled about; tanners, coopers, butchers, and the like working their respective trades. When Belric inquired, he was directed to an old weavess in town that made garb for the local townsfolk. It seemed any seamstress or tailor that had served the Lothstons had departed or been slain when Danelle had met her bloody end. Though it occurred to Belric that more trade in the town and expanding the city would likely lead more variety in craftsmen.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 2, 2016 0:04:02 GMT
Belric felt his stomach ache, reminding him it had been a while since he had eaten. Dismounting his horse and telling his guards to wait outside, Belric entered the Butcher shop. He was not entirely sure what to expect, considering Harrentown had been starving little over a week ago. However, Belric suspected the state of the butcher shop would reveal a considerable amount about the state of his people.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 2, 2016 0:19:06 GMT
The butcher, a rotund man, looked stunned as Lord Belric entered his establishment. Not once had a Lord of Harrenhal set foot in his establishment, the kitchen staff just typically sending him orders for feasts. The man, renown in town for his ornery and brusque demeanor, opened his mouth to speak. No words came out. He tried again and nothing. Turning beat red, he just began bowing and scraping in an exaggerated manner, clearly only ever having had to do so when the lord road by coming in and out of the gates.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 2, 2016 0:29:15 GMT
This may have been the butcher's first time having a lord in his shop, but this was also the first time anyone had bowed to Belric. It made the air in the room thick with unpleasantness.
"How have your stores fared this season?" Belric asked, trying to diffuse the awkward tension. "Do you have any salted jerky?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 2, 2016 1:37:39 GMT
The man opened his mouth to speak again, then just nodded enthusiastically, disappearing into the back for a bit and returning shortly after with some salted venison jerky. Belric could see without the man telling him that his stores were meager, but meat was a rare treat for a peasant as it was. With the lawless state of the realm, pork and beef would be harder to come by, as cattle were more a liability than a boon.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 2, 2016 3:09:33 GMT
Belric took the jerky appreciatively, tearing a piece free and indulging his cravings. There were many times as a soldier where Belric had lived off of such foods. A man could grow to hate anything if it was forced upon him enough, dried meats were no different. However, now that the war was over and he wasn't surviving off of rations, salted venison tasted like home.
"Thank you," he said, taking another bite of the tough jerky. "I am heading over to Alucards Rest, to thank the old woman for her kindness. I would like to bring her something, does she have a regular order I can pick up?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 2, 2016 3:11:59 GMT
The speechless butcher grabbed a slab of mutton and placed it on the counter. He would likely beat himself up over this incident later.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 2, 2016 3:58:40 GMT
"What does it cost?" Belric asked, grabbing the mutton off the counter.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 3, 2016 17:41:09 GMT
The man held his hands up to say it was on the house.
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Post by Barley on Jul 5, 2016 21:30:59 GMT
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After the men had returned and two of Harrenhal's guards were shown to not be returning alive, Lady Saesha ordered some more men to retrieve their Bodies so they can be returned to their families. She brought them with her on a wagon, covered in a dark gotten sheet.
She had considered bringing their compensation, but instead brought two contracts. One of which she would decide depending on what they wanted.
After taken in a calming breath, she knocked on the door that she had reliably been told was the door of the dead men.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 6, 2016 0:08:01 GMT
An old woman answers the door of the humble hovel, a little girl clutching her skirts. "My Lady Blackfort!" the elder exclaims, immediately bowing her head. "Seven above, the Lady of Harrenhal on my very doorstep!" She looked like she might faint at the unexpected surprise. The little girl looked up wide eyed.
"Who's at the door?" a male voice called from within. Saesha could see over the old woman's shoulder that it was a man of similar age, sitting in a chair covered in furs, his left leg amputated just below the knee of his right leg, crutches beside the chair.
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