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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 18:37:45 GMT
The hunting party returned to the tavern at sunrise, looking like they'd fought a bear or something. Dacey and Edmure had (presumably) taken turns dragging a makeshift stretcher covered in deer meat, pelts, and an injured Jormun.
"We could use a healer," said Dacey as a greeting after walking in the front door, addressing anyone who might still have been in the common room at this hour. "And the meat needs to be cooked now rather than later," she added, unceremoniously throwing the two rabbits she'd shot on the counter. "There's more on the stretcher."
Curiously, the three horses and two other men they'd left with, were not with them.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 18:40:35 GMT
"Whatever you are talking about," Saesha said, looking at the two men, as apparently they were talking inside now, , "right now, in this place, at this time, it is not the time to talk about it." she he walked to Valarr, "I would like to see a larger and up to date map of Harrenhal." Valarr didn't have a larger and more up to date map of Harrenhal on him, but he managed to scrounge up some parchment and ink to draw a crude (yet suitably detailed) map. (I've decided the green area behind the sept is the godswood, the armory/barracks is located between Kingspyre and Wailing, and that the bathhouse is in that little aqueduct looking area on the east wall) "Only towers we were inhabiting were Kingspyre and Wailing," the knight said, pointing them out on the map. Quickest way to Wailing is the way your friends went, cutting around through Flowstone Yard, though alternatively you could take the scenic route passed the sept and through the godswood. Less likely to run into more knights that way. For Kingspyre, you could take the long way around passed the bear bit, up Widow' Tower and accross the bridge connecting them. Or, the quicker way would be cutting through the Great Hall, either by way of kitchens or though the front door, and heading up from there." The hunting party returned to the tavern at sunrise, looking like they'd fought a bear or something. Dacey and Edmure had (presumably) taken turns dragging a makeshift stretcher covered in deer meat, pelts, and an injured Jormun. "We could use a healer," said Dacey as a greeting after walking in the front door, addressing anyone who might still have been in the common room at this hour. "And the meat needs to be cooked now rather than later," she added, unceremoniously throwing the two rabbits she'd shot on the counter. "There's more on the stretcher." Curiously, the three horses and two other men they'd left with, were not with them. The old crone that ran the inn took the meat and threw it all into a big pot. Done right, they could have a proper stew going that could last a good while. They say the bowls of brown in Flea Bottom lasted weeks. A grizzled old man missing a hand, in armor so rusty it looked red, started screaming when he saw the bear hide, before falling into laughter. "That's Olaf the Devourer! That's the bear that ate my fucking hand. Promised one day I'd kill it, skin it, make it into a rug, and fuck a wench atop it!" he exclaimed, in amazement that the beast was dead. "Guess you beat me to it lass."
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 19:20:51 GMT
After he was done burying the body somewhere he couldn't quite remember exactly, Hoster went back to the Inn where he could finally rest his head. Since their hunting party was pretty incompetent, the guardsman leader would have to go to bed with an empty stomach. All he had asked for this evening was a bowl of stew, instead, he got a dead man and dirt all over his clothing.
Hoster was not usually an early riser, but hunger made him wake up before the sun had come up. Sitting in the common room, he kept wondering if something bad had happened to his food and, consequently, the hunting group. It was not long before he heard the door being slammed open and some bugger talking something about a missing hand. He turned back only to spot Dacey coming in with his precious meat..
"Oy, lassie. Where da feck were ye? Ah'm feckin' hungr..." Hoster stopped as he noticed her injuries. Since he had not started drinking yet, the Blackfort elder was still a pretty decent fellow. "Wha' happen'd, lassie?" He got up to help her inside. "Are ye aight? Donnel an' Harold shoulda been takin' care o' ye."
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Vex
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 19:32:49 GMT
"Guess I did," said Dacey to the old knight before Hoster swam up from somewhere.
"I'm fine," she replied, giving her uncle a stern look and refusing any 'aid' he was about to offer her. "Your fuckwads took off with our horses the moment we got attacked by a bear," she said in a rather steely voice.
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 19:55:07 GMT
"Those feckin' bastards..." Hoster preoccupied expression soured into a grimace. Truth was, running away was in their nature, his men were as trustworthy as weasels watching chickens. But this was treason, nonetheless, not only to House Blackfort, but to Hoster himself, who had for so long treated these men like brothers. And Hoster was not the type of man to let betrayal go unpunished. "Ah'll see to this, lil' Dacey. After we git settled in da Castle, these men are as dead as their families. An' don't worry abou' mah o'er men, ah'll make sure this won' happen again." His voice was calm, but his eyes blazed with fiery anger.
If his last night had not been tiring enough, this was the cherry to crown Hoster shit pie of a week. Something rang inside him, he looked out the window and saw that sun had already completely risen. It was time to start the day's tasks.
"Fer the Gods sake, ol' woman. I feckin' need a drink." Hoster said, sitting down by the bar. "Git me som' wine, will ye? An' fill this while we are at it." He ser his wineskin on the counter.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 20:16:29 GMT
"Fer the Gods sake, ol' woman. I feckin' need a drink." Hoster said, sitting down by the bar. "Git me som' wine, will ye? An' fill this while we are at it." He ser his wineskin on the counter. Muriel, who due to Hoster's less than quiet speaking voice, had likely heard some of the exchange regarding her dear friend Eustace. She scowled at Hoster, but then she scowled at everyone. "4 gold dragons," she informed him.
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 20:21:54 GMT
"You'd better. I want my horse back," she replied. "If you don't deliver, I'll hunt them down myself. It won't be pretty."
She turned to the old innkeeper, who seemed to be thinking she was running a high-end brothel at King's Landing, not that Dacey would really know.
"D'you know which room the maester's staying at?" she asked.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 20:27:31 GMT
"Put him in the Elisabeta Suite," she replied, slightly nicer to Dacey. "Top of the stairs, second door on the right."
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 20:28:07 GMT
Muriel, who due to Hoster's less than quiet speaking voice, had likely heard some of the exchange regarding her dear friend Eustace. She scowled at Hoster, but then she scowled at everyone. "4 gold dragons," she informed him. "Look at me, missy... Ah couldn' sleep well last night an' naw ah hav' a fecking headache." He hammered his right fist against the counter. Since yesterday Hoster was not in a good mood, and the fucking people in this fucking little town were doing nothing to help him with it. " Ah ain' got no 4 golden dragon. Ah am the fecking uncle o' the fecking Lord o' this town; mah niece just came through dat door wi' more meat than ye'll probably see 'fore spring. So just git me da feckin' wine, aight?!" [Intimidation 81]
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Jun 8, 2016 20:29:23 GMT
Jormun looks up from his position on the stretcher, fixing Hoster with a glare before speaking. "I think my leg is more important than your wine, drunkard." Looking to the innkeeper, Jormun smiles. "Thank you."
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 20:31:13 GMT
Dacey gave the innkeeper a nod and made her way up the stairs. She rapped on the door of the 'Elisabeta Suite'.
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Post by Barley on Jun 8, 2016 20:32:28 GMT
Saesha tried to ignore noise that was coming. Tried to shut each and everyone one of them out, but then turned from the map.
"No one is drinking anything else tonight." she said sharply, "There will be no drinking until we are in our seat. No more shouting, no more rash actions. We are going to stay here until we are ready to advance and we are going to be respectful of the people in who's place we are staying. Have I made myself understood?" she was speaking directly to Hoster then looked at the Innkeeper noting the scowl.
"Madame, I will ensure you and yours are well compensated for the service you have provided us upon the retaking of the castle, and give my pledge that everything will be put to right here."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 20:33:37 GMT
"Look at me, missy... Ah couldn' sleep well last night an' naw ah hav' a fecking headache." He hammered his right fist against the counter. Since yesterday Hoster was not in a good mood, and the fucking people in this fucking little town were doing nothing to help him with it. " Ah ain' got no 4 golden dragon. Ah am the fecking uncle o' the fecking Lord o' this town; mah niece just came through dat door wi' more meat than ye'll probably see 'fore spring. So just git me da feckin' wine, aight?!" [Intimidation 81] (FAILED) The old woman did not even flinch. What was there left to fear when you live in the shadow of Harrenhal? "4 dragons," she repeated. "Don't have it, then 'spose you're not drinking." She picked up a wooden spoon, as if prepared to whoop his ass with it. The other patron's turned at the man's blustering, the one-handed knight in the rusty red plate standing. Saesha tried to ignore noise that was coming. Tried to shut each and everyone one of them out, but then turned from the map. "No one is drinking anything else tonight." she said sharply, "There will be no drinking until we are in our seat. No more shouting, no more rash actions. We are going to stay here until we are ready to advance and we are going to be respectful of the people in who's place we are staying. Have I made myself understood?" she was speaking directly to Hoster then looked at the Innkeeper noting the scowl. "Madame, I will ensure you and yours are well compensated for the service you have provided us upon the retaking of the castle, and give my pledge that everything will be put to right here." Charm 51 (Success. Muriel increases 1 Disposition Level with Saesha. House Blackfort disposition remains the same) "Remind me of my daughter, brought her up right. You want a drink, it's 4 coppers." the old crone replied to Saesha.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 8, 2016 20:39:49 GMT
Percival was lying in bed sound asleep when the frantic knocking woke him. He awoke amid a nightmare. In a blind panic he threw himself to the floor. His heart was pounding and sweat soon covered his body. It took a long moment for him to understand that there was loud pounding at the door. He stood slowly and took a deep breath. His face froze into its regular cool disdain and he walked to the door in his small clothes.
Percival slammed the door with just a hint of controlled anger. "What has happened? It had better be the end of the world or I am going to be even angrier." His hands clenched at his sides.
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Vex
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 20:43:38 GMT
Dacey raised an eyebrow at the man. Who did he think he was, Queen of England?
"My brothers need patching up," she informed, "and quickly. They're in the common room."
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