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Post by Barley on Jun 8, 2016 22:37:27 GMT
"The sept would involve Ser Bruce coming round from the Kingspyre, unless he means to travel round the long way. I do not know the man, I would not want him to take advantage of the Tower without a commander if he comes second." Saesha surmised, "Tell me about both Ser Bruce and Ser Simon, what are they like? Did you know them?" If she was to try and bring Simon Whent into a rational discussion, then she'd like to know her best angle of approach.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 8, 2016 22:37:32 GMT
Willis raised a hand, looking quizzical, "Now, just to make sure, do we definitely want to be negotiating in good faith, here? Looks a mite weak to be havin' a chat with someone who went and usurped your new house. Surprising and killing them at the meeting might be the best option. Or at least capturing them. Can claim that their actions betrayed their vows as knights, or some shit, to justify it." From the back of the room, Ser Willem managed to look at the group before him with even greater contempt than he had a moment earlier. He kept his mouth shut however, lest speaking sensibly revealed him to be an outsider.
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The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 22:46:41 GMT
"The sept would involve Ser Bruce coming round from the Kingspyre, unless he means to travel round the long way. I do not know the man, I would not want him to take advantage of the Tower without a commander if he comes second." Saesha surmised, "Tell me about both Ser Bruce and Ser Simon, what are they like? Did you know them?" If she was to try and bring Simon Whent into a rational discussion, then she'd like to know her best angle of approach. "Ser Bruce could travel through the Great Hall to the Sept, milady. It is a longer journey, but with Kingspyre connected to the Great Hall, a meeting there may make Ser Simon uneasy, especially with his numerical disadvantage. As the Sept is in a clearly by the Godswood, it would be difficult not to see foul play coming from either side," he explained. "I knew them both well. Grim men, but this keep has that effect. Good men, honorable men in their own way. They were quite close once upon a time, Bruce actually having squired for his uncle. Bruce suffered loss during the war, his father killed by the Targaryens and his mother by a Blackfyre raid after Lady Lothson switched sides, but he was always a true knight, never one to ask or expect anything of his men he was not willing to exemplify himself. Ser Simon is a man that values loyaty above all else, in such uncertain times I think his oath to House Lothson was his bedrock. He was with Lord Lucas from the beginning, when the Lothsons were granted Harrenhal, he and his eight brothers swearing their oaths and taking nine bats as their sigil to show their allegiance to their lords. Now he is the only one of the origina siblings left, no wife or children, just his duty"
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 22:46:49 GMT
From the back of the room, Ser Willem managed to look at the group before him with even greater contempt than he had a moment earlier. He kept his mouth shut however, lest speaking sensibly revealed him to be an outsider. Hoster was starting to feel the discomfort of not having his drink, he decided to pace around the room while waiting for Belric or Saesha to decide on the instructions for the day. As he rose to his feet, Hoster caught the sight of a young fellow sitting in the back of the room. "Oy, lad." Hoster said approaching Willem. Had he seen this boy somewhere else before? Well, it didn't matter, maybe if he was nice he could get a drink out of the boy. "Do ah kno' ye?"
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jun 8, 2016 22:55:25 GMT
"That is good to know, Ser, thank you for the information," she replied civilly, "The sept it is then, I shall in form my husband, so we can discuss on truly neutral ground, hopefully in the sight of their gods they can see some sense. That is if you think either of them would listen to a common free cities trollop."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 8, 2016 22:59:44 GMT
From the back of the room, Ser Willem managed to look at the group before him with even greater contempt than he had a moment earlier. He kept his mouth shut however, lest speaking sensibly revealed him to be an outsider. Hoster was starting to feel the discomfort of not having his drink, he decided to pace around the room while waiting for Belric or Saesha to decide on the instructions for the day. As he rose to his feet, Hoster caught the sight of a young fellow sitting in the back of the room. "Oy, lad." Hoster said approaching Willem. Had he seen this boy somewhere else before? Well, it didn't matter, maybe if he was nice he could get a drink out of the boy. "Do ah kno' ye?" Hoster was met with what to him must have seemed an undeserved cold glare. "You don't know me." Willem said, with a scowl. "But I know you." He kept his voice low.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 23:01:10 GMT
Valarr turned bright red.
"I meant no offense, my lady, forgive me," he stammered, bowing his head. "I am certain you have a tongue of silver."
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 23:09:41 GMT
Hoster was met with what to him must have seemed an undeserved cold glare. "You don't know me." Willem said, with a scowl. "But I know you." He kept his voice low. "Tha' sounds like a story, eh?!?" Hoster ignored the man's glare; taking a seat beside him with the fakest of smiles on his face. He was not actually paying attention to the part when the boy had said to know him. "But no story is complete wi'out a drink. But there seems ta be a misunderstan'ment tween' me an' tha Lady o'er there, maybe ye could go git us a mug or two, an' ah'll listen to yer story."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 8, 2016 23:15:57 GMT
Hoster was met with what to him must have seemed an undeserved cold glare. "You don't know me." Willem said, with a scowl. "But I know you." He kept his voice low. "Tha' sounds like a story, eh?!?" Hoster ignored the man's glare; taking a seat beside him with the fakest of smiles on his face. He was not actually paying attention to the part when the boy had said to know him. "But no story is complete wi'out a drink. But there seems ta be a misunderstan'ment tween' me an' tha Lady o'er there, maybe ye could go git us a mug or two, an' ah'll listen to yer story." "Oh, I have a story indeed." Willem said, matching Hoster's smile with a scowl. "But why you would deserve to hear it is a question that requires answering." From Willem's tone it was apparent that no answer would be sufficient for him to talk about himself with Hoster. Despite his hatred of the man, Willem did derive some pleasure from finally being in a position of power over his drunken father. "Story aside, I am not in the habit of sharing my coin with those who are not my friends. Introduce me to Lord Belric in a way that does not disgrace me or yourself, and perhaps I can be convinced to part with some coin." Willem had no intention of buying Hoster a drink, but Hoster needn't know that until Willem had gotten what he wanted from him.
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 23:24:23 GMT
"Oh, I have a story indeed." Willem said, matching Hoster's smile with a scowl. "But why you would deserve to hear it is a question that requires answering." From Willem's tone it was apparent that no answer would be sufficient for him to talk about himself with Hoster. Despite his hatred of the man, Willem did derive some pleasure from finally being in a position of power over his drunken father. "Story aside, I am not in the habit of sharing my coin with those who are not my friends. Introduce me to Lord Belric in a way that does not disgrace me or yourself, and perhaps I can be convinced to part with some coin." Willem had no intention of buying Hoster a drink, but Hoster needn't know that until Willem had gotten what he wanted from him. "Do yer actually kno' who yer talkin' ta?" Hoster smiled faded, he matched Willem's scowl with a wrinklier, much uglier one. If there was one thing Hoster did not like - aside from the Seven, Lady Mandrake, Demon Loving Bastards, Old Perverts, people giving orders to his men and so on- it was people talking down on him. " If yeah did ah bet you'd watch yer tongue. Who da feck do ye think ye are ta giv' me orders, boyo?" One of his hands clenched into a fist, while the other calmly journeyed towards the blade strapped to his side.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 8, 2016 23:56:38 GMT
Percival finishes bandaging Edmure's arm. Then grabs his mouth and twists his face up so their eyes meat. "Do not use this arm. If you move it too much it will heal wrong and you will never wield a shield properly again. Do not be an ass." Percival ran his eyes once more over Edmure's bare chest to make sure there were no other wounds. Edmure nodded wordlessly, his arm throbbing. As he closed his eyes and let the pain wash over him, he reflected that he had been treated far more roughly by some of Daemon's maesters after Redgrass as they had battled for his life. He knew better to ignore what a maester said. He did wonder briefly who the armed stranger was, but couldn't be bothered enough to investigate. Let Belric deal with it.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 0:25:39 GMT
Belric entered the room, taking the stew from his bastard brother's hands. "Thank you Tallahar," He said, putting a spoonful into his mouth. "How fare the horses? They will need their rest for tomorrow."
Gesturing to the bowl, Belric nodded his appreciation before taking a seat next to Violet. He put a compassionate hand on her shoulder, offering her a spoonful to calm her nerves. "Are you alright sister?" He asked as if he cared, however in truth he was happy to see her shaken with grief. This was a dangerous place for any woman, and she would need to develop a tough skin if she was going to survive. Perhaps the old man's death would not be entirely in vain. Belric's thoughts immediately went to Saesha, hoping she could take up the mantel as a good role model for his sisters.
As if she could read his thoughts, Saesha immediately started taking command of the situation. Belric watched, a half cocked smile stuck to his face, enjoying the show as Hoster backed down from her ferocity. It was like watching a dove tame a bear. When she asked Valarr for the map of Harrenhal, Belric got up from his seat to examine the layout. He kept to himself however, using the stew as a crutch while he listened intently... if only for a moment.
"I will put Ser Bruce's honor to the test while you persuade Ser Simon to relinquish the grain storages here." He said looking to Saesha while he pointed the granaries out on the map, "You will be accompanied by Symon, Tallahar, Willem, Percy, and Dacey. Which leaves me Edmure, Yoren, Jon, Willis, and Hoster." Belric looked to Violet, wondering if she would find her composure in time. "Violet will accompany me as well. At first light I will make for Kingspire tower, by way of the front gates. It will appear as if I am asserting myself as Lord overtly, while also providing a distraction for you to reach Ser Simon unnoticed." Belric tapped his finger on the table, "Our one unknown however, seems to be the location of Jamie the Smith and his men. I would rather not cross paths with five hundred or so angry peasants before we have authority over the castle."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 0:37:38 GMT
Willis smiled at Belric finally speaking up. "All right, all right, all right; sounds like a plan to me. Our intentions with Ser Bruce, though - we fightin' or are we talkin'?"
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 9, 2016 0:52:05 GMT
Standing near the back Tallahar nods his approval. After that the Knight continues to eat the stew he had made.
(OOC: Sorry busy this afternoon just send me where I need to be)
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 9, 2016 1:05:29 GMT
Belric entered the room, taking the stew from his bastard brother's hands. "Thank you Tallahar," He said, putting a spoonful into his mouth. "How fare the horses? They will need their rest for tomorrow." Gesturing to the bowl, Belric nodded his appreciation before taking a seat next to Violet. He put a compassionate hand on her shoulder, offering her a spoonful to calm her nerves. "Are you alright sister?" He asked as if he cared, however in truth he was happy to see her shaken with grief. This was a dangerous place for any woman, and she would need to develop a tough skin if she was going to survive. Perhaps the old man's death would not be entirely in vain. Belric's thoughts immediately went to Saesha, hoping she could take up the mantel as a good role model for his sisters. As if she could read his thoughts, Saesha immediately started taking command of the situation. Belric watched, a half cocked smile stuck to his face, enjoying the show as Hoster backed down from her ferocity. It was like watching a dove tame a bear. When she asked Valarr for the map of Harrenhal, Belric got up from his seat to examine the layout. He kept to himself however, using the stew as a crutch while he listened intently... if only for a moment. "I will put Ser Bruce's honor to the test while you persuade Ser Simon to relinquish the grain storages here." He said looking to Saesha while he pointed the granaries out on the map, "You will be accompanied by Symon, Tallahar, Willem, Percy, and Dacey. Which leaves me Edmure, Yoren, Jon, Willis, and Hoster." Belric looked to Violet, wondering if she would find her composure in time. "Violet will accompany me as well. At first light I will make for Kingspire tower, by way of the front gates. It will appear as if I am asserting myself as Lord overtly, while also providing a distraction for you to reach Ser Simon unnoticed." Belric tapped his finger on the table, "Our one unknown however, seems to be the location of Jamie the Smith and his men. I would rather not cross paths with five hundred or so angry peasants before we have authority over the castle." Percival had entered the room after going upstairs to change. He heard Belric refer to him as Percy, and frowned. He stepped up to the man and said. "It is Percival." He forced a false smile of understanding. He straightened his robe, and looked around the room.
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