The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 14, 2016 18:13:09 GMT
Percival nodded, "That is a good idea my lady. You should also start considering sending envoys to your neighbors. It is never too early to start that relationship." The Maester turned to Ser Simon. "Ser Simon, you must know the neighboring lords quite well. What do you have to say of them?" "Nothing good," was the old knight's terse reply, clearly sharing the maester's critical opinion of most people, though certainly for different reasons. "Piper, Bracken, and Roote border us in the Riverlands. Gaunt, Rosby, and Darklyn border us in the Crownlands. I would concern yourselves with the former."
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jun 14, 2016 18:17:51 GMT
"We've discussed it," Saesha replied, not informing on whether he had received the idea well or not, she spoke like a woman who was supremely confident, and that made the statement seem more decisive than it was. Clearly either Belric had agreed to it, or she was certain he soon would.
"I definitely want you on it, Jon, the council is not a way of manipulating anything, it's about the sincere betterment of Harrenhal and its lands, we need to move cohesively. "
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Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 15, 2016 15:35:09 GMT
Jon's brow furrowed as he weighed the words carefully. His expression lifted as he appeared to reach some internal conclusion. "Well, were I to advise Lord Belric on the matter I would say a port would serve well. It would provide a nonseasonal food source to the smallfolk as well as opening Harrentown to traders."
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jun 15, 2016 17:45:56 GMT
Saesha believed she had said a port already, but she smiled anyway, "An excellent idea, I see we are of one mind in this matter. I also think it is important to solidify what we have before we start expanding to the new towers, two well functioning, well kept towers are better than five shoddy ones. Do you agree?"
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Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 16, 2016 0:17:29 GMT
Jon nodded.
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 20:56:02 GMT
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2nd Month, 22nd Day.
Benjen Blackfort rode up to the gates of Harrenhal on a gray palfrey, a heavy cloak wrapped around him to ward off the winter chill. It had been a long ride from Sunspear. One day Prince Maron Martell had simply informed Ben that his ransom had been paid, and assigned a knight and two men-at-arms to see him safely across Dorne. The war was finally over, it seemed, or perhaps it had only rested for an intermission. The Dornish did not seem to have any intention of recognizing King Daemon Blackfyre's royal authority, after all. Regardless, hostilities had cooled to the point where Ben could depart for his cousin's new lordly seat.
Ben's nameday had passed on some dusty stretch of road, and his Dornish escort had managed to scare up a couple of bottles of strongwine for the occasion. The men had toasted to each others' good health late into the night, for a time perhaps forgetting that they served opposite sides in the war. The Dornishmen left Ben to make his own way to Harrenhal from the Marches, and while the devastation of the war was present everywhere around him, his journey through the Reach and the Riverlands was relatively quiet.
And now here: cursed Harrenhal. The place had always held a certain fascination to Benjen, though he could hardly believe cousin Belric had really been named its lord. Ben rode up to the threshold of the main gate and peered inside, uncertain who might be present to greet him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 21:24:11 GMT
Wylliam, son of Wylliam rode up to the main gate, looking up at the gigantic castle behind the equally gigantic walls. "Fuck this," he grunted to himself, wondering how he'd got himself into this one. He'd been busy in the tavern kitchen when the news reached him that he was being employed as the head cook to the Blackforts, whom he'd gotten to know throughout the war. The problem was that they now ruled Harrenhal and Wylliam hated cursed castles. Not that anyone wouldn't.
He noticed that he wasn't the only one to arrived and studied Benjen for a moment. "No one here to greet us, eh?"
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 21:33:21 GMT
Benjen looked quizzically at the big fella who had ridden up beside him. Wrong direction to be someone from the castle.
"Does not appear to be the case," Ben agreed conversationally, still taking in the enormity of the castle before him. "Benjen Blackfort. Who the fuck are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 21:42:57 GMT
"I'm the cook, and if you want any of pies you'll not talk to me like that," Wylliam replied, crossing his arms. His voice however betrayed his humour, as did the grin on his face. "You're family sure is a lucky one. You not come here with the rest of 'em?" He raised an eyebrow. "You some distant relative who wants in on the good times?" He barked a laugh.
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 21:53:55 GMT
That seemed like a lot of lip from a smallfolk, but Benjen was still new enough at this whole 'nobility' thing to much notice or mind. "Aye, lucky indeed, Ser Cook. Everyone seems to be making something of themselves these days, and my humble self is buoyed along with them like flotsam on the tide." Ben smiled, and as no one seemed interested in calling out a challenge or barring his way, he tapped his heels to his horse and walked her through the gate.
"But I'm as close a relative as most, I guess. My da's a fucking Kingsguard now, if you can believe it. I was just away on a Dornish vacation."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 22:56:57 GMT
Ser Edmure Blackfort accompanied by ten well armed men arrived at the castle gate. The young knight dismounted, talking to the guardsmen as his men made their final preparations such as taking on provisions and the like. The traffic at the gate seemed busier than was usual, Edmure noted approvingly. Harrenhal was coming to life.
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 17, 2016 23:31:06 GMT
Qhorin emerged from inside the castle, leading a group of rough handed men toward the gate. He'll take several measurements and talk to the men for a little bit before heading over to Edmure. To go on the surveying trip.
(Fortifications 75 to start repair on gate)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 23:42:43 GMT
That seemed like a lot of lip from a smallfolk, but Benjen was still new enough at this whole 'nobility' thing to much notice or mind. "Aye, lucky indeed, Ser Cook. Everyone seems to be making something of themselves these days, and my humble self is buoyed along with them like flotsam on the tide." Ben smiled, and as no one seemed interested in calling out a challenge or barring his way, he tapped his heels to his horse and walked her through the gate. "But I'm as close a relative as most, I guess. My da's a fucking Kingsguard now, if you can believe it. I was just away on a Dornish vacation." Wylliam chuckled, following Benjen along through the gate, albeit on foot. He studied the groups passing them without a word before turning back to the man. "Must be Richard, right? Pretty sure he couldn't get enough of my pies but that might've been someone else. Must be nice in Dorne though." He grunted. "What sorta food do they have there? Might be I can come up with sumin' similar."
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 23:58:31 GMT
"Aye, Richard," Benjen nodded. The image of his father stuffing his face full of pie amused him, so he hoped it was true. "And the Dornish like torturing themselves come mealtime. Food so spicy your mouth burns and your eyes water. Though it's not so bad once you get used to it. Hold on a moment," Ben broke off as he finally saw a familiar face.
"Shit Edmure, good to see you!" Benjen called out. They were close in age and Ben liked his cousin well enough, despite their differences. Ben slid off of his horse and approached Edmure. "Last I saw you, you still looked half a corpse. Looks like that wound healed up alright after all?"
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 18, 2016 0:21:54 GMT
Edmure saw the mason Qhorin in the distance issuing instructions to his men. He turned at the sound of his name to see his cousin striding towards him.
"Ben! I had not thought to see you at Harrenhal so soon, although I should have expected no less. But yes, I feel as if I'm back from the realms of the dead."
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