The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 27, 2016 19:37:18 GMT
Belric recognizes Ser Reggie as Ser Reginald Underhill, whose sole memorable traits are his flowing moustache and his propensity for lateness. It is the second time during Belric's reign he has delayed delivering coin, with the plausible excuse his peasants mostly pay their taxes in food.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 27, 2016 20:09:42 GMT
"Ahh, Ser Reginald. With any luck he'll get caught up in some other matter and be late for his own robbery." Punctuality was important for a solider, Belric's had little patients for those who were chronically late.
"Kyle," he said directly. "I understand what risk you took by coming here. Had Skinner's men simply seen you headed to the castle there would have been dire consequences. You have my protection, for both your life and your tavern. However I must ask you to do something more for me if we are to defeat the lawlessness that curses the God's Eye. Do you have any of those sedatives already brewed?"
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Juran Carn
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Post by Juran Carn on Sept 27, 2016 21:32:34 GMT
Juran was somewhat startled by the sudden turn, enough to make his spear quiver against his head. The way the innkeeper treated the man make it seem proper that he should do the same, less he insult who could be the lord, despite his appearance, "If it please my lord, I am Juran Carn of Carnmount." The words at least came easy enough, if with a tang of unease, his eyes flashing with uncertainty. He might have said more but for all his listening he knew not how this lord would react, given the dire news before him. How did one follow the news that an attack would happen with an introduction. Then all become clear, a queer confidence overcame the man, "My spear is yours if you have need of it my lord." That seemed a good and proper thing to say.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Sept 28, 2016 1:59:43 GMT
"Ahh, Ser Reginald. With any luck he'll get caught up in some other matter and be late for his own robbery." Punctuality was important for a solider, Belric's had little patients for those who were chronically late. "Kyle," he said directly. "I understand what risk you took by coming here. Had Skinner's men simply seen you headed to the castle there would have been dire consequences. You have my protection, for both your life and your tavern. However I must ask you to do something more for me if we are to defeat the lawlessness that curses the God's Eye. Do you have any of those sedatives already brewed?" "No, my lord," he said, wondering why some man who had arrived was privy to their conversation. "That was my plan today. I had hoped to let them proceed with the robbery so that I could discover who really is in charge of them; they all act like middlemen instead of true leaders." He shrugged. "We could simply exterminate them in their home, though, and then offer a few leniency in exchange for giving up their betters."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 28, 2016 6:45:17 GMT
"That will be enough." The lord said sternly. "I will not hear talk of killing men in their sleep." Belric gave Kyle a peculiar look, he was quite bold and bloodthirsty for a run of the mill tavern owner. There was more to this man than he was letting on. "We must catch these brigands in the act, the treasury and Ser Reginald will play as bait."
"Well Juran, you have come at an opportune time for spear work. You don't happen to be a trained as a scout do you?" This man of Carnmount's arrival was intriguing. Though, if he was half useful, he may have earned a comfy chair at the lord's table in exchange for only a few bold words.
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Juran Carn
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Post by Juran Carn on Sept 28, 2016 7:33:18 GMT
Stiffening Juran seemed to lose a lick of that confidence, "Aye, my lord. I served during the war as an outrider." Leaving out which side seemed dreadfully important here. He had never been within hundred of miles of Redgrass Fields but he did not know where else this lord may have served during the war. While not wanting to kill men in their sleep was one thing would he be willing to let bygones be bygones?
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 28, 2016 7:53:58 GMT
"Red or black?" Belric asked, stone faced.
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Juran Carn
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Post by Juran Carn on Sept 28, 2016 8:42:23 GMT
Unease reaching a crescendo Juran felt his mouth go try as he considered his answer for a moment longer than was comfortable, "Lord Frey fought for the Reds," Even licking his lips didn't seem to help, "Liege lord to house Erenford, to which House Carn is sworn." Juran made no mention of the Braken shield handing from his saddle, thankfully on the side facing away from Belric. Juran has seen friends die, he had been angry about it once, that gave way to apathy in the end. He killed people as well, more than he could remember and in the end baring a few strips of cloth all men look the same in armour. It was the duty of a solider and he thought it silly to ever expect a man to return from war. Something he knew most would not share, his only armour that almost no one would know his house or family, let alone himself to try and claim revenge for some brother or father.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 28, 2016 8:54:31 GMT
Belric looked perturbed, but made no other reaction. "What brings a Targ scout to Harrenhal?" It went without saying that Belric had a real distaste for anyone who toted a red dragon banner. That, combined with the recent loss of Nyles to Targarian loyalists, left the lord with little empathy.
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Juran Carn
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Post by Juran Carn on Sept 28, 2016 9:24:58 GMT
This did not seem to be going well as he would have liked, however Juran had half expected as much. Despite being at the top of the system of lords and knights so many seemed to fail to grasp the details. When a man declares himself King with his claim, when the rightful King is not in disrepute a man must take a side. Juran saw that defending the king as the right thing to do, he had no say in the matter. You follow the house you are sworn to and they in turn follow their house else when all is done you will have no house. If house Carn had declared for the Pretender Blackfyre then they would have been all killed for some stranger half a world away. It was irksome.
"I am a Blackfyre man now, as are all that keep the King's Peace," Juran shifted the reigns, "I am seeking a lord or knight whom with which I can find service. My word as my honour has never been broken, my lord." To rise against the King house Blackfort must have broken at least one of its words once sworn. It went without saying that this lord of Harrenhal needed men, the walls seemed half empty and the castle a ruin.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Sept 28, 2016 15:56:27 GMT
"That will be enough." The lord said sternly. "I will not hear talk of killing men in their sleep." Belric gave Kyle a peculiar look, he was quite bold and bloodthirsty for a run of the mill tavern owner. There was more to this man than he was letting on. "We must catch these brigands in the act, the treasury and Ser Reginald will play as bait." "Well Juran, you have come at an opportune time for spear work. You don't happen to be a trained as a scout do you?" This man of Carnmount's arrival was intriguing. Though, if he was half useful, he may have earned a comfy chair at the lord's table in exchange for only a few bold words. Kyle nodded. "They are expecting the men tonight," he said. "My lord...I have some medicine to make." He looked about. "They have a lot of men, I think. This Skinner Jon seems to be a dangerous man."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 28, 2016 23:10:58 GMT
"I am Belric Blackfort, Lord of Harrenhal," he said to Juran, motioning sarcastically to the walls around him. "I will put you to good use, if your word is as valued as you say. Swear fealty to me now and let us be done with it. There is blade work that needs doing."
Belric turned his attention back to Kyle the tavern owner. "What else do you know bout this Skinner Jon? What makes you say he is dangerous?"
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Juran Carn
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Post by Juran Carn on Sept 29, 2016 11:42:07 GMT
The tur around was surprising, Juran was half expecting he would have to make a hasty exit from the gate. It was what he wanted however, getting into the eighth hell. Gingerly he slid from his horse, letting the reigns fall. The creature looking confused remained where it was, snorting. Juran fingered a white leather book from a saddle bag and held it in his left hand, spear in his right. A sword hung from his hip and a nervous smile did its best to spread across his lips.
He approached Belric, dropping to his right knee at his feet, "I am your man my lord, my blade is your blade, your enemies are my enemies and I pledge to protect your family and property as my own. I Juran Carn vow this in the view of men and the eyes of the Seven." The words sounded better in his head, they were true though, enough to make his neck feel hot and his heart beat faster.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 29, 2016 23:29:45 GMT
"Juran, of House Carnmount, I accept your oath and give you one in return. From this day forward, you will always have a place at my hearth, and food and mead at my table. I will never ask of you that which is dishonorable, this I swear by the old gods and the new." Belric put a hand onto Juran's shoulder, indicating that he could now rise. "Welcome to the lowliest house in the seven kingdoms," he added sarcastically. "Get ready for our climb to the top of the hill."
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Post by Juran Carn on Sept 30, 2016 17:16:39 GMT
Juran rose to his feet with a nervous smile, it had been easier than he thought. He had a place to be now, somewhere to sleep, not having to worry about where his next meal would come from. There was also a job for him to do, abruptly it seemed. Shifting the grip on his spear the sworn sword took a few steps back before retuning to hold the reigns of his horse, stroking it's muzzle. He would call for a stable boy if he knew he would be here a while, yet with things unfolding he might be needed sooner rather than later. Watching the two men he waited for a sign.
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