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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 1:12:28 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'?" "We are just talking," Belric expressed explicitly. "However, I wont be going in there naked and unarmed. It may be that Ser Bruce has been performing his duty, Lady Lothson's execution could very well have been deserved. But if he is a traitor, he will die a traitors death."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 9, 2016 3:33:24 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. Willem looked on with evident amusement at Hoster's childish play for his weapon. "I would advise against that." he commented. "We may have a new king, but Kinslaying is still frowned upon."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 9, 2016 3:34:00 GMT
"Snatching children in the night should be reason enough, if you ask me." Yoren muttered, remembering the old wives tales about the kind of people who lived here in Harrenhal before them. Still, he had his orders. If belric decided Ser Bruce deserved a traitors death, then Yoren would carry out the order. And he trusted the others to do the same as well.
"I will watch your back. And I will help keep Violet safe. I'm not good at remembering things...not like I used to. But I'll not let any of those knights lay a finger on either of you." He said, clenching his fist as he held it in front of his chest, out of a showing of his determination.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 4:07:16 GMT
"Aye," said Belric, agreeing to Yoren's distaste of Lady Lothson. Belric listened to Yoren as he vowed to protect the party. When he was done, Belric gave him a strong pat on the shoulder. Yoren had his faults, but he had always been reliable. "I've never doubted your loyalty my friend. Be sure to rest well tonight. Tomorrow may be the day you earn your name as the Hammer of Harrenhal."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 9, 2016 5:09:49 GMT
Tallahar approached Belric with a concerned look upon his face, "Belric may I speak with you?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 5:24:30 GMT
Tallahar approached Belric with a concerned look upon his face, "Belric may I speak with you?" "Of course," Belric replied, curious to hear what his brother had to say.
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 9, 2016 5:30:39 GMT
"If we are to leave Jormun here to recover his wounds along with the ladies I believe it would be smart to maybe leave someone to protect them." Lowering his voice and throwing a look at the people from Harrenhal, "I do not trust these people. I would almost believe as soon as we leave they will butcher the Horses for meat." Spoke Tallahar in no more then a whisper.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 6:23:23 GMT
"If we are to leave Jormun here to recover his wounds along with the ladies I believe it would be smart to maybe leave someone to protect them." Lowering his voice and throwing a look at the people from Harrenhal, "I do not trust these people. I would almost believe as soon as we leave they will butcher the Horses for meat." Spoke Tallahar in no more then a whisper. "Jormun will be back with us as soon as this is over. I would much rather he stay here, with a loaded crossbow in his hand, than be forced into a battle he cannot fight." He turned his attention to Tallahar Belric spoke loudly to the old hag who ran the inn, "You have been very generous ma'am, in times when it is rarely expected. If you would do your Lord one last favor, and watch over my brother while we are gone, I will be very generous in return. Starting with a share of the game we just hunted." (Persuasion 40) He turned back to finish with Tallahar, "These are my subjects, brother. And I don't plan on leaving the horses behind. After tomorrow we will be using the stables in the keep."
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Post by Barley on Jun 9, 2016 6:28:55 GMT
Saesha decided the best course was the one they others had gone.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 9, 2016 6:29:55 GMT
(Success. +2 Persuasion)
The old woman nods. "Wont come to no harm under my roof," she assured Belric. The one handed knight in the rusty red plate grunted in the affirmative as well.
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Post by Boros on Jun 9, 2016 9:25:48 GMT
"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. Willem looked on with evident amusement at Hoster's childish play for his weapon. "I would advise against that." he commented. "We may have a new king, but Kinslaying is still frowned upon." Hosted couldn't hold his laughter. "Aight, aight, kid... Feck off already, eh?!? Bruce had plenty-a bastards, we don' need ano'et one o' 'is runts." His japing tone descended into a dark cold stare. "No, really, 'fore ah hang ye fer tryin' to scam da Lord o' Harrenhal."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 10:14:11 GMT
Willem looked on with evident amusement at Hoster's childish play for his weapon. "I would advise against that." he commented. "We may have a new king, but Kinslaying is still frowned upon." Hosted couldn't hold his laughter. "Aight, aight, kid... Feck off already, eh?!? Bruce had plenty-a bastards, we don' need ano'et one o' 'is runts." His japing tone descended into a dark cold stare. "No, really, 'fore ah hang ye fer tryin' to scam da Lord o' Harrenhal." Edmure opened his eyes at Hoster's last remark. "You won't hang anyone in Harrenhal, Hoster without my permission or Lord Belric's."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 9, 2016 15:43:46 GMT
Hosted couldn't hold his laughter. "Aight, aight, kid... Feck off already, eh?!? Bruce had plenty-a bastards, we don' need ano'et one o' 'is runts." His japing tone descended into a dark cold stare. "No, really, 'fore ah hang ye fer tryin' to scam da Lord o' Harrenhal." Edmure opened his eyes at Hoster's last remark. "You won't hang anyone in Harrenhal, Hoster without my permission or Lord Belric's." "Thank you for your intervention, Ser." Willem said with a smile, opting to ignore Hoster entirely. "I doubt he could hang me, short of resorting to foul play, but that is part of his nature. I am Ser Willem Rivers, may I inquire as to your name?" He extended a hand.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 9, 2016 21:42:13 GMT
Edmure extended his hand, grimacing in pain as he did so. "Edmure Blackfort." he said.
"Excuse my current condition. Bear hunting is harder work than I thought."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 9, 2016 21:45:08 GMT
Edmure extended his hand, grimacing in pain as he did so. "Edmure Blackfort." he said. "Excuse my current condition. Bear hunting is harder work than I thought." "Bear hunting?" Willem appeared surprised. "I must confess, you are a braver man than I. Rabbit usually suffices for me."
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