The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Dec 16, 2016 23:17:29 GMT
"Flatterer," she teased. "I hope you will be as complimentary to your own bride, when the time comes. "Though I suspsect you say that to all the ladies, whether you know them or not." "You wound me, my lady, to think I would say that to every woman that passed," he said, taking a tone of mock insult. "I only say it to the beautiful ones." Dacey narrowed her eyes at Jormun's... praise?, confused. "I am not entirely sure what my brother is insinuating, but I am not a man," she commented, having never had to clarify that one before. First time for everything. "I have far thicker skin," she added, looking at Lord Smallwood with a hint of a smirk. At his question, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me whether I'm a queen or a whore?" she inquired, just to make sure she'd understood correctly. "Are those all the options I have? You've proved my point about manners, at least." "Only in the sense that I was speaking of your familiarity with battle. I find when it comes to war, one is either sheltered or they have seen it all," he clarified. "My apologies if the analogy was too complex. I must remind myself that your fine house lacks the formal education the rest of those gathered had the privilege of." "I'd sooner be blind than terrified of eyes." Willem replied, somewhat testily at the fool bringing up his bastardy. "In my experience they are quite harmless." "But looks can kill, I tell you true," Marbles said, as if it were sage wisdom. "Ask the walls."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Dec 16, 2016 23:23:10 GMT
"You wound me, my lady, to think I would say that to every woman that passed," he said, taking a tone of mock insult. "I only say it to the beautiful ones." She smiled. "But how unfair to the plain ladies! They must feel so jealous and disappointed to be excluded from your compliments. And they need them the most, you know." She leaned in and whispered "Is Lord Lucamore here yet? I have not spotted him."
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Post by Maester Percival on Dec 17, 2016 0:56:00 GMT
Ser Aerys stood up with an annoyed expression and began wandering the room of his own accord. Eventually, he found the castle maester. He leaned against the stone wall as he poured himself something to drink. "You. Maester. I am told you are extremely vexing to your liege, a shame to your family, and only favored for your merit. If so, it seems a waste not to make your acquaintance." Percival looked at the man approaching him and raised a single eyebrow. "Vexing... I do not think my liege would describe me as such." Belric would not even know what vexing meant. "And I can tell you I am not favored at all, despite my merit." He stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against.
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Post by Vex on Dec 17, 2016 1:34:32 GMT
"Only in the sense that I was speaking of your familiarity with battle. I find when it comes to war, one is either sheltered or they have seen it all," he clarified. "My apologies if the analogy was too complex. I must remind myself that your fine house lacks the formal education the rest of those gathered had the privilege of." Dacey didn't have to be educated to recognize a shit analogy when she heard one. "That is true," she said rather off-handedly, complex-free about her family's lack of formal education, "though it seems experience and skill get you much further in life than privilege."
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Post by The Raven on Dec 17, 2016 2:05:12 GMT
Percival looked at the man approaching him and raised a single eyebrow. "Vexing... I do not think my liege would describe me as such." Belric would not even know what vexing meant. "And I can tell you I am not favored at all, despite my merit." He stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against. He shrugged, remaining by the wall. "Your lord is throwing a tourney in the middle of winter while poorer men are starving and dying beyond your walls. He's just let at least two proven spymasters into his home before he's even cleared out the local banditry. The man learned his trade from a corrupt lord who would be the next Aegon the Unworthy if he could and a rebel who never had to count coppers until someone gave him a crown. His opinion means little to me, and I was just looking for an excuse to meet you." He stroked his beard as he studied the maester. "My name is 'Ser' Aerys Frey. You can keep the Ser if it catches your fancy."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Dec 17, 2016 2:50:09 GMT
"When a look kills me, I promise you shall be the first to hear of it, fool." Willem responded, raising his voice above a whisper in disdain, obviously thinking little of the wisdom he was being offered.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Dec 17, 2016 3:53:16 GMT
"The war made men of us all." Responded Belric, holding out a closed fist. "May the gods grant the two of your grace. Who here is going to stand an challenge Lord Piper and his son for glory and title?" He roared to the room, his arms held wide as he helped instigate tension. "I'll settle for the coin." A tall man spoke from the Frey table. This was not the young Lord Orland, only a few years older than good Nyles would be, but another fellow who insisted on leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms through the pageant. This fellow was Ser Aerys Frey, a distant cousin to the main line, and reputedly to their great delight. "But perhaps I'd do it for free." He stroked his distinguished beard, which had marked him out well at the Siege of Riverrun. Though it was well understood Lady Tully still tightly controlled her old house, keeping her younger brother under her thumb, it was Ser Aerys who regularly lead the Crossing's men in battle. According to rumor, he laid his bed with other men and would have been burned alive by his puritanical cousin Alynna if he hadn't earned his spurs so many times over. Lord Orland Frey stood up laughing, perhaps even genuinely. "Indeed, House Frey stands ready for your tourney, Lord Blackfort. I look forward to finally meeting the Ravensbane on the field. We sorely missed out on your exploits while you were running about the Stormlands and are eager to see the legend in action." Belric ignored the comment from Ser Aerys. He could tell when a man wanted to speak so he could simply hear himself do so. By the look of it, his attentions were already elsewhere. "I can hardly compete in my own tournament," he replied with a cheeky smile. "Who would take my gold and wed my cousin once I have run the lists?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Dec 17, 2016 13:04:05 GMT
"No need to get worked up, Will," Willis interjected, "Just a fool's job to talk nonsense. But there might be some truth to it. What's this feast, this tourney, really? A chance for every lord in the Riverlands to get a look at us, the upjumped barely-nobles who lucked into a big ol' castle. And if that look finds us wanting, well, might be some killing that comes of it."
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Post by Maester Percival on Dec 17, 2016 18:55:22 GMT
The Maester eyed the Frey and snorted, "Aye, my Lord is a fool, but a deadly one. I despise the man, but there is no doubt he would murder any man in here with out breaking a sweat. He earned his spurs on the bloody field unlike all these knights who are granted their Ser as some kind of birthright." He started looking around the hall, "Which two are the spymasters?"
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Dec 18, 2016 0:26:27 GMT
"No need to get worked up, Will," Willis interjected, "Just a fool's job to talk nonsense. But there might be some truth to it. What's this feast, this tourney, really? A chance for every lord in the Riverlands to get a look at us, the upjumped barely-nobles who lucked into a big ol' castle. And if that look finds us wanting, well, might be some killing that comes of it." Willem could see why Willis would be remaining calm, since the fool had not made any remarks about his parentage, but settled on accepting the advice. "If that's all this is then it's a lot of gold Lord Belric spent on a mistake." he responded, lowering his voice to their conversation's previous levels.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Dec 18, 2016 11:52:02 GMT
"Certain things a lord's got to do. And I don't think Bel has any intention of us looking weak to this lot."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Dec 18, 2016 19:49:17 GMT
"Perhaps," Willem replied, not in full agreement. "But he needn't have done this now. He could have waited until we were stronger."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Dec 18, 2016 20:20:15 GMT
"He could've. But he can be somewhat...impetuous? Is that the word?" Willis paused for a moment, then nodded, pretty sure that was the right term. "He's one to make a show of strength, soon as he can. And that ain't the worst idea. Show 'em we ain't to be trifled with from the start. And I do intend to plant a few knights in the dirt in pursuit of that."
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Post by The Raven on Dec 18, 2016 21:52:47 GMT
Belric's boast earned him a laugh from the gallery. The young Lord Albus Mandrake gave a short, high-pitched giggle at the jest, before quickly stifling it. (No observation roll from Belric, no superhearing.) Aerys raised an eyebrow. "I take it you have not yet truly explored your new homeland. You will find few pretenders to the sword in this room. Lord Piper gives pretty speeches, but he has the soul of a charnel house. What happened at Armistead's Crossing was but a memento of his reign during the war. My finely groomed cousin Orland? He's been defending himself against his half-brother's assassins since he was thirteen. Even Lady Mandrake's meek boy is already presiding criminal trials. He has executed, what, two dozen men by now? Rumor has it his mother has him strangling kittens to toughen him up further. The Riverlands is not a home for the soft hearted. You'll find horrors aplenty in this kingdom, not just in your cursed castle." He finished the cup. "And never mind the spymasters, unless you think so lowly of me all you can find to discuss is more dreary politics."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Dec 18, 2016 22:18:03 GMT
"He could've. But he can be somewhat...impetuous? Is that the word?" Willis paused for a moment, then nodded, pretty sure that was the right term. "He's one to make a show of strength, soon as he can. And that ain't the worst idea. Show 'em we ain't to be trifled with from the start. And I do intend to plant a few knights in the dirt in pursuit of that." "Yes. I suppose we can all help with that in the melee. I was never much for a lance; took it up too late. But I know a little about fighting with a blade." Willem offered. "Do you believe all us Blackforts will be placed on the same team? That would certainly be in our interests if this is about showing our strength."
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