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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 11, 2016 19:11:14 GMT
"Of course," Belric said in response to Saesha. "Once we have secured Harrenhal and disbanded these rebelling commoners, we will send them back to their homes with food in hand."
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Post by Boros on Jun 11, 2016 19:12:34 GMT
"It is, boyo... Wailin' Tower is tha one, right?" Hoster said, holding a smile, this was the best moment of his week. "If Belric asks for 'is Uncle, ye tell him where ah went."
Hoster stalked off with Muddy and Mors, he felt so joyful that he even forgot how scary the whole pace was.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 1:16:11 GMT
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Belric arrive at the yard the next morning, looking to get in some dueling practice. His time parading around as a Lord had left little room for the finer things in life. He had hoped to find Tallahar, one of the better sparing partners in his company, but would settle for whomever was up for the challenge.
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 14, 2016 1:29:58 GMT
Tallahar was there but the older man was seated there eating an apple slowly with a knife.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 14, 2016 1:31:23 GMT
Yoren was in the uneven courtyard, practicing some warm ups for the day to come as he enjoyed the morning air. He swung around his hammer like someone aiming for a ball being thrown at them, in a sport that didn't exist in westeros. Simple swings, but with a heavy hammer of his, it really did wonders to get the blood pumping.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 1:38:00 GMT
Belric approached his brother, taking a seat beside him next to the yard. "What do you say brother, fancy a round or two?"
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 14, 2016 1:47:46 GMT
Smiling at his younger brother and spearing the last segment of apple and popping it into his mouth, "Come now brother the War is barely over and already you miss the adrenaline rush of bashing someone with your big sword." Making a great sigh Tallahar stands up and places his hands in the small of his back stretching, "Very well then Milord."
Skills: 85 Sword 30 Shield 40 Chain 50 Agility 20 Strength
(I'll just be wearing Chain for this. I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass.)
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 2:04:30 GMT
"I wont be growing soft now that the war is over, and I'll be damned if I let you get fat." Belric poked fun, getting up and walking onto the pitch.
Skills: Two-Handed Swords: 85 Unarmed combat: 20 Chain: 40 Agility: 40 Strength: 42
(I'll go chain as well, make's this a better match.)
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 14, 2016 2:07:47 GMT
"Me Fat?" Tallahar actually let out little chuckle, "I'll remember when you said that when you have your 13 children running around your enormous belly. Oh great and powerful Lord of Harrenhal."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 2:14:28 GMT
Belric gave a half-assed bow, complete with a flourish of the wrist. "You flatter me with your ancient wisdown, Ser Tallahar. However, your great and powerful Lord won't show you any mercy just because you have a silver tongue."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 14, 2016 2:21:59 GMT
"And I would not ask for any." After finally struggling into his chain mail armour and taking up his sword and shield, "Whatever the outcome of this fight we need to have a talk afterwards." What that was about would have to wait as Tallahar placed his helm on his head and was indeed ready for a fight.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 2:27:00 GMT
"Indeed, I have something to talk to you about as well," Belric said, having finished suiting up. He drew his sword, starting to circle around Tallahar, blade held above his head in striking position.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 14:46:29 GMT
Willis had woken up a bit late, and just now made it to the yard after a quick breakfast in the kitchens. He sidled up next to Yoren, just outside the reach of the big man's hammer swings. Looking over at his cousins squaring up, he smiled and said, "It's cute how they pretend they ain't gonna get soft. Give it a couple years, and their rich asses won't be seen down here." Turning to the other knight, he added, "An ale at Alucard's tonight says Tallahar wins it."
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The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 14, 2016 17:56:03 GMT
After a skillful exchange of blows, the Lord of Harrenhal manages to put Ser Tallahar on his back with a powerful swing from his two-handed training sword, the misshapen stone yard not having the best lumbar support.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 18:32:28 GMT
Belric stabbed his training sword into the ground blade first, so that it could stand on its own. "Well fought, brother." Belric said offering a hand to help Tallahar to his feet. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
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