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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 28, 2016 20:59:16 GMT
Jormun returns Dacey's confused look, followed by a slight shrug. The news from the guard caused Jormun to shake his head. "You just can't get out of your own way, can you?" "I lack that long term vision you oh so clearly have." said Edmure breezily, the sarcasm still not having left his voice. His face took on a look of mock surprise. "Hasn't Belric appointed you as his new Castellan? You seemed to know all about how to do the job in the Hall and of course much better than myself. Belric seemed to agree. In fact I was so impressed by what you said, I immediately stepped aside as Castellan in your favor. For the good of Harrenhal and our family of course." He gave a mock sigh and glanced at Dacey. "Belric now sees no further use for me, so he's packed me off to the Wall. Will you miss me dear sister?" He gave a short bark of mocking laughter, knowing the answer to that already. The former Castellan turned his horse's head towards the gate. "I look forward to hearing of your success in what's sure to be your new position, Jormun." he continued with the heavy sarcasm now mixed in with contempt. "Do write and tell me all about it. Any nuggets of advice about how I should conduct myself at the Wall will also be gratefully received. And before I go, do you have any of your sage advice for the Lord Commander's conduct you wish me to pass on to him?"
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Post by Vex on Oct 29, 2016 0:15:12 GMT
Dacey, having expected to hear some outlandish and ridiculous reason for Edmure's banishment, had genuinely been ready to climb the Kingspyre tower to slap some sense into Belric, but Edmure's obnoxious words meticulously tore away any last shred of kinship she still felt for him.
"You are going to go through your life thinking the whole world is against you," she said after a short while, looking Edmure in the eye, most likely for the last time. "I want you to know it won't be because the world is unjust. It will be because you're an asshole."
She turned her horse away from him and rode into the castle.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 29, 2016 0:48:06 GMT
Edmure shrugged his shoulders at her words. What was one more insult? He had expected no less from her even though he had been chiefly addressing Jormun. In any case, he had cared little for Dacey's opinions since she had publicly accused him of cowardice - one of the worst slurs one could make against a belted knight - and something he had been unable to forgive her for. That had shamed him much more than any pithy insult she could give now.
He gave Violet a tight smile.
"Well on that auspicious note, it might be time to go."
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Jormun Rivers
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Oct 29, 2016 5:50:09 GMT
Jormun scoffed, laughed, and turned his horse towards the gate once more. "I have as much of a desire to be Castellan as I do to speak with you. Begone from Harrenhal, and let the mockery of the Blackfort name that you are be gone with you. I am a bastard and stand for this house more than you do. Enjoy your days on the Wall, and do not let the cold shrivel your prick as your pride has shriveled your mind."
Jormun waved to the guards before spurring his horse out of the gate.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Oct 29, 2016 8:31:40 GMT
Violet, having listened with horror to the conversation, felt relief wash over her as Dacey and Jormun departed. While she was strongly of the opinion that Edmure had been wronged, she felt some anxiety over his sarcasm, which would not serve him well at the Wall.
"Gods be good. That was horrible. Yes, let's ride on," she replied. "There's nothing for you here. At least you'll have a new start at the Wall."
It was small comfort to a man destined to spend his days in the cold wastes of the far North, she felt, but it was something.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 29, 2016 8:38:37 GMT
Edmure saluted his elder bastard brother mockingly as he rode out the gate. For all his base-born blood the Master of the Hunt surely was a sanctimonious prick.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that." he said gently, noting the horror on her face. "However you must allow me at least one fond memory of our sister and bastard half-brother."
He gave her a small smile at the absurdity of his circumstances. How far he had fallen in such a short time.
He spurred his horse forward. "Let's be off. The Wall awaits."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Oct 29, 2016 8:47:50 GMT
"So it does. I don't know Jormun well, but I'm fond of Dacey," Violet admitted. "I can't help but be relieved I won't have to get caught in the middle of the bad feeling between you. But you're best off away from here."
She pulled her hood closer around her face.
"A good gallop will do us both good."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 29, 2016 8:56:56 GMT
Without waiting or caring if his escort was with him, Edmure galloped through the gate, presumably followed by Violet. They set their course north-by-northeast to head to Lord Harroway's Town and thence to the conjunction of the Riverroad and the Kingsroad which would take them north to the Wall.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Oct 29, 2016 9:25:45 GMT
Violet was right behind Edmure and soon drew level with him as she urged her mount on to move faster. It was time, she felt, to purchase a new horse when circumstances allowed.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Oct 29, 2016 9:37:40 GMT
Edmure felt a weight lifting from his shoulders as the walls of Harrenhal receded behind them and the oppressiveness the place exuded, lifted. For the first time in a long time, he laughed with genuine happiness, grinning at his youngest sister as she rode beside him. He felt almost like when he was a boy at Lord Harroway's Town. Without care. Without worry. Without conflict, save in the usual rough and tumble that children engage in.
Almost.
Of course he wasn't looking forward to his final destination, but it would be some weeks, if not months, before they would reach The Wall.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 14, 2016 18:55:23 GMT
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Afternoon of the 3rd Moon, 24th Day
Violet rode up to the gates with Ser Malcolm by her side. She was injured and and tired and the sight of Harrenhal before her was a source of mingled relief and anxiety. She had never liked the castle but it was the closest thing she had to a home right now and she was certainly looking forward to receiving medical attention, eating hot food and sleeping in her own bed. She felt safe in her bed, if nothing else.
She called up to the guards. "Let us in, please!"
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Post by Vex on Nov 14, 2016 20:09:49 GMT
Dacey'd just returned from the woods with some game she'd caught and was waiting for the portcullis to be raised. She was dressed in her usual hunting leathers, the pale weirwood bow by her side.
"Violet?" she asked, confused, as she looked up at her and the unfamiliar knight. Truth to be told, she had no idea what her sister had been up to these past few days, but she sure looked shabby. "What happened to your guards?"
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Post by Barley on Nov 14, 2016 20:15:44 GMT
Saesha had been made aware of their arrival and was present at the gates, "back so soon, lady Violet," Saesha asked, a little coldly. She did not much like Violet, "I had no idea the wall was so close. What happened. Who is this man?" She asked, looking at the knight.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 14, 2016 20:19:27 GMT
Violet steeled herself. She didn't want to have to explain everything without even being allowed to get off her horse.
"I went with Edmure, so he had one friendly face for a little way on his journey, but we were attacked by bandits. Edmure fought them, and Ser Malcolm came to our rescue, but Edmure died anyway, and so did our guards. The bandits were knights. They fought hard."
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Post by Vex on Nov 14, 2016 20:32:52 GMT
Dacey looked to Saesha to see if she was the only one mildly perplexed by this bizarre turn of events and Violet's nonchalant way of announcing their brother had just been killed. "What?" was the only thing she could manage at... this, expecting an elaboration. "Edmure is dead?"
Frowning, she looked to Ser Malcolm. "And who are you, exactly?" she inquired.
[Observation 43]
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