Jormun Rivers
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Aug 15, 2016 4:57:16 GMT
Jormun shrugs once more. "Time will tell, as always. I need to visit our kennels properly now, and find out what to do with the bear. Rule well." He stands with his ale, giving his sister a deep bow with a grin. "My Lady."
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Vex
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Post by Vex on Aug 15, 2016 8:52:28 GMT
"They'd be best left in your hands until we find another kennelmaster," she agreed, almost rolling her eyes at his mockery.
After a while, she left the hall as well to have the maester check out the new gashes on her back. She wasn't too sure, but thought she'd felt a stitch or two tear during their hunt.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 13, 2016 2:57:38 GMT
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10th day 3rd moon
After the meeting in his chambers (but before his visit to Percival's chambers and as his company are preparing for their return to Armistead's Crossing), Edmure visits the Hall to check on the castle's preparations for Lord Goodbrook's arrival. There would of course be the obligatory feast with Lords Goodbrook and Shoreham accorded places of honor at the main table.
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The Gambler
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Alea Iacta Est
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Post by The Gambler on Sept 13, 2016 3:22:38 GMT
He begins coughing up blood on his walk down the stairs from Kingspyre to the Great Hall, nearly passing out from the pain and dashing his brains out. He would not have been the first to do so. Any further delay without visiting the maester would be tempting fate, likely with fatal results...50/50 if he had to place odds on it...likely decided by some deity utilizing a flat metal circular object of some sort.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 13, 2016 3:29:18 GMT
He finds Lord Oswell Shoreham sitting with his followers at their own table. Edmure is already aware that the lesser lord has brought two of his own sons, but can only distinguish the old man himself out of the dozen men.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 13, 2016 4:14:11 GMT
"Lord Oswell" said Edmure as brightly as he could, with the pain he was experiencing. "Welcome to Harrenhal. I am Ser Edmure Blackfort, brother of Lord Belric and Castellan of Harrenhal. I trust you are enjoying your stay."
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 13, 2016 20:41:22 GMT
Shoreham stood and greeted the Castellan warmly. "Ser Edmure! I am indeed. But first, I want to convey my respect and sympathy. Your brother brought great acclaim to the name Blackfort, but still... Too young." His eyes showed genuine sadness. "And on top of Vance's own troubles..."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 14, 2016 0:28:14 GMT
Edmure nodded sombrely. "Thank you my lord. I have only just returned to Harrenhal, so the news of Nyles was a shock. I have had not yet time to mourn my brother properly, but will do so when my duties are fulfilled. You may not yet know but it appears Lord Goodbrook will be joining us shortly."
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 14, 2016 0:58:34 GMT
"The man is a bore, and the worst kind. The kind with tusks." A cold man perhaps in his thirties offered the opinion. He had Oswell's features, but none of his temperament. "He will bombard you with tales of the war like so many arrows, and then be offended should you attempt to dodge them. Osmynd Goodbrook would have been happier as a spare son or a landed knight, and we would all have shared in that happiness with him." The lord slowly nodded. "My eldest speaks truly, if not delicately."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 14, 2016 1:16:14 GMT
"I have not had the pleasure of meeting Lord Goodbrook, although it appears his reputation preceeds him." he replied. "By the sounds of it, he should get on well with my brother Lord Belric."
He studied the younger man for a moment, wondering how cordial the relationship between father and son was. He could imagine their different temperaments would not lend itself to peace and harmony within House Shoreham. "I don't believe we've been introduced, Ser."
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 14, 2016 2:39:23 GMT
"Ser Alester, my lord castellan. I know your reputation from Riverrun, though we never had occasion to cross blades personally. I hope you'll take it as a compliment when I say I plotted your death more than once."
He never raised his voice during his boast. "I am pleased you survived though. Not enough men of talent and honor did, and too many of those are more interested in prizes than the future."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 14, 2016 3:56:46 GMT
"I'm glad your plots were unsuccessful then." said Edmure forcing a smile, only partly because of his chest pain.
"We Blackforts are forging what we hope will be a bright future here at Harrenhal. My brother Lord Belric sees House Shoreham as an important part of that future. Unfortunately, as much I would like to remain here for us to get better acquainted, I am forced to leave to deal with a minor border dispute. Luckily that should not take long to resolve. In the meantime please make yourself at home. I am sure my sister Dacey will be a very gracious hostess in my short absence. And of course my Lord brother will be soon arriving back from Riverrun."
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 14, 2016 17:13:09 GMT
"Aye, she's already been more than patient and generous with our house thus far." Agreed the old man. "And Lord Roger's father and I were old friends, so I pray for a decisive conclusion in his favor."
Edmure caught the distinct look of disdain in Ser Alester's eye at the old man's words. He had seen that look often in veterans when the subject of prayer arose, though perhaps there was more than ordinary cynicism at work.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Sept 14, 2016 21:33:35 GMT
Edmure smiled politely at the old man's words, noting Alester's expression with interest. "Indeed my lord. We shall do our utmost to make sure Lord Vance keeps what is rightfully his." he said carefully.
"As we will, with all those who acknowledge the Blackforts of Harrenhal as their liege lords." He looked meaningfully from father to son.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Sept 16, 2016 14:36:09 GMT
"I have no doubt, Ser Edmure." Smiled Lord Oswell respectfully. "But there is no need to rush into things. We barely know each other."
Ser Alester spoke up, finally showing human emotion. "My father believes that we will somehow appear stronger by pretending we can afford to hold out, but as you're no doubt aware, our lands are riddled with bandits. We have many smallfolk for your armies, but few knights of our own, so we rely on untrained magistrates to deal with common thugs like Black Bronn and Skinner Jon, both of whom have proper veterans in their ranks. If you can convince us-"
"Silence, boy, you are not Lord yet!" Oswell had finally showed his steel, after days of warm smiles and understanding looks.
"Silence, old man, I am saving the house you expect me to inherit! The Lothstons are all dead, and we are drowning in their shit every day because you chained us up to a witch and a traitor!" The younger man turned to Edmure again.
"Can you manage it? Can you bring civilization back to this land? Or are you just another cursed house, waiting for the day this monstrous heap topples into the God's Eye?"
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