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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 3, 2017 0:28:21 GMT
While Willem’s experience with highborn women was effectively nonexistent, even he was aware spitting wine out at a social gathering was a sign of poor manners. He looked over to Willis and nodded his head in the direction of the duo. “Those two at the food table, perhaps? The tall dark haired one seems like she might be less important. Might be a better chance for the likes of me.”
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 1:00:40 GMT
"Well, normally I'd advise against a girl who doesn't bother swallowin' what's in her mouth, but if you like the look of her, let's have a word with 'em." He started walking toward them, continuing in a low voice as he went, "Seems like the little one's got a sense of humor, so probably more suited to me than you, anyway."
On approaching the pair, he smiled and gave a short bow. "Good evenin', ladies. The two of us just wanted to personally extend a welcome to Harrenhal on behalf of ourselves and our cousin, Lord Belric. How are you finding the reception?"
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 3, 2017 1:06:32 GMT
"Swallowing is more highly regarded than it ought to be." Willem replied with something of a grin as he followed Willis over and then joined him in his bow. But not before he flashed the pair his brightest smile.
(I Had A Lot of...Sisters?-Being raised by whores and therefore comfortable around women, start one disposition level higher with female NPCs and get +10 to social rolls against them.)
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Post by The Raven on Jan 3, 2017 18:44:00 GMT
(Modest success. 1 point awarded.)
"My dear Arya, a pack of stray puppies has wandered into our midst. I wonder what treats they are looking for." The first woman grinned back at the knight.
"Oh my dear... Well, there is nothing else to be done..." The second, slightly older, woman offered a curtsy, which her companion quickly imitated.
"You have us at a disadvantage, Sers. The Blackforts are still a cypher to us at the Crossing, but I am correct at least regarding your allegiance, am I not?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 20:09:05 GMT
"I would hardly expect you to let your sword rust, Lord Joseth, even in times of peace." Belric returned his ass to his seat. "Can we all expect to see you in the melee?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 3, 2017 20:16:24 GMT
"Can't say I've been called a puppy in years, so thank you kindly, my lady." Willis answered the first, before addressing the second, "But that is right. I'm Ser Willis Blackfort, of the Wailing Tower. And this would be Ser Willem. Apologies for the similarity in names, our parents were rather distant relations and didn't bother consulting."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 3, 2017 20:34:25 GMT
"I'm sure the good lady was just trying to make you feel as young, friendly, and desired as myself Willis." Willem responded opting to match humour with humour. "If she had said here comes a puppy with an older beast, you might have taken offense."
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Post by The Raven on Jan 3, 2017 21:31:57 GMT
"But puppies are loveable, Sers!" Pouted the first woman. "A man may wear out his charm in a few brief sentences, but a woman will reliably love a pup for several months at least, and longer depending on the breeding and temperament. But if, Ser Willis, if you find a woman's desire undesirable, well..."
"My cousin jests!" Laughed the older woman. "My name is Arya Frey. You might already know my brother Orland. And this is my cousin Visenya. You have a lovely house of horrors, if I may say so." Arya gestures to the hall about them." She seemed to direct her gaze at Willis when speaking. Whether this signified respect for his office or actual interest in him as a human was difficult to judge.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2017 1:28:56 GMT
Hoster had not yet gotten used to the enormity and creepiness of Harrenhal, so he always moved around a little fidgety; not only he had to put up with the tales of ghosts haunting the place, he also was constantly reminded of the existence of creeps like Ser Simon and, especially, this one. For now that his fear of horses had been dealt with, his profound states for fools had been starting to show. This might be enough the explain the girly scream and unsheathing of his sword as he heard that little shit of a fool talking from his side. "Ah tell ye once more, little fecker... Would ye like to make a very uncomfortable trip to the bottom of the God's Eye? Ah can get you one for free." Hoster sheathed his sword with a grunt. Back in his Bonnie Boys' days, this creepy jiggly problem would have already been dealt with, but now they had rules and shit, and, apparently, you couldn't go around killing your Nephew's employees. "An' ah don't kno' what a dilemma is, but maybe the one handed man could grab a little shite by the throat?! That seems ta be a fair third option." As Hoster screamed and drew steel, a number of guardsmen and assembled guests turned to him in alarm, before seeing the source of the disturbance and snickering at the Guard Captain's expense. "Look look, now you've made a scene," the fool remarked, giggling and stepping back out of arm's reach at the threat. "Maybe you should wear the motley and I the blade." "Yes, it seems that way," she agreed. "I know my kin will do well in the tourney. I offer you my best wishes as well, ser. I have never actually witnessed a tourney, it will be a pleasant experience, I'm sure. Alas, I have not yet had the chance to offer my favour to my betrothed, as is proper. " She hesistated "May I ask which lady you will be asking to grant you a favour? Perhaps my sister?" "No, we wouldn't want to act improper," Whalen smirked, eyes glancing over the hall. "I hadn't given it much thought. Odd that we ask for favors when we play at war, yet go to battle with only the luck we bring. Which sister would you recommend?" Dead," she offered, looking to Smallwood with cold indifference. "Like their lords." "And I am sure there is a farmer in the fields somewhere waiting in the wings to be the next," Smallwood said, smirking behind his goblet as he drank. "I only hope his kin will provide as pleasant company." "I would hardly expect you to let your sword rust, Lord Joseth, even in times of peace." Belric returned his ass to his seat. "Can we all expect to see you in the melee?" "Both melees, the joust, the archery. You will see me everywhere but the stands," Lord Joseth answered amicably. "I certainly didn't come all this way to watch."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jan 4, 2017 4:06:51 GMT
"But puppies are loveable, Sers!" Pouted the first woman. "A man may wear out his charm in a few brief sentences, but a woman will reliably love a pup for several months at least, and longer depending on the breeding and temperament. But if, Ser Willis, if you find a woman's desire undesirable, well..." "My cousin jests!" Laughed the older woman. "My name is Arya Frey. You might already know my brother Orland. And this is my cousin Visenya. You have a lovely house of horrors, if I may say so." Arya gestures to the hall about them." She seemed to direct her gaze at Willis when speaking. Whether this signified respect for his office or actual interest in him as a human was difficult to judge. "Well, my lady? What would you do?" Willem asked the taller woman inquisitively. "Settle for another puppy in his place? Aren't all puppies the same in their ability to please?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 4, 2017 6:17:56 GMT
Very good!" Belric said with enthusiasm, slapping his knee excitedly. "I will look for your colors in each event. I'd not want to miss seeing a master work his craft." The compliment was delivered with enough zeal to be perceived as believable. He wondered how long he could keep up the charade however, gilding egos had never been Belric's forte.
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Post by Boros on Jan 4, 2017 15:37:33 GMT
Hoster had not yet gotten used to the enormity and creepiness of Harrenhal, so he always moved around a little fidgety; not only he had to put up with the tales of ghosts haunting the place, he also was constantly reminded of the existence of creeps like Ser Simon and, especially, this one. For now that his fear of horses had been dealt with, his profound states for fools had been starting to show. This might be enough the explain the girly scream and unsheathing of his sword as he heard that little shit of a fool talking from his side. "Ah tell ye once more, little fecker... Would ye like to make a very uncomfortable trip to the bottom of the God's Eye? Ah can get you one for free." Hoster sheathed his sword with a grunt. Back in his Bonnie Boys' days, this creepy jiggly problem would have already been dealt with, but now they had rules and shit, and, apparently, you couldn't go around killing your Nephew's employees. "An' ah don't kno' what a dilemma is, but maybe the one handed man could grab a little shite by the throat?! That seems ta be a fair third option." As Hoster screamed and drew steel, a number of guardsmen and assembled guests turned to him in alarm, before seeing the source of the disturbance and snickering at the Guard Captain's expense. "Look look, now you've made a scene," the fool remarked, giggling and stepping back out of arm's reach at the threat. "Maybe you should wear the motley and I the blade." "Only scene ah'm seein' is ye hangin' by yer feet in da gateway..." Hoster muttered through his teeth. He had not taken his head from the pommel of his sword, he had not yet been convinced by the idea of 'work ethics'. "Don' ye hav' som' fat lord or sissy knight ta pester, ye lil' creep?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jan 4, 2017 17:26:59 GMT
"But puppies are loveable, Sers!" Pouted the first woman. "A man may wear out his charm in a few brief sentences, but a woman will reliably love a pup for several months at least, and longer depending on the breeding and temperament. But if, Ser Willis, if you find a woman's desire undesirable, well..." "My cousin jests!" Laughed the older woman. "My name is Arya Frey. You might already know my brother Orland. And this is my cousin Visenya. You have a lovely house of horrors, if I may say so." Arya gestures to the hall about them." She seemed to direct her gaze at Willis when speaking. Whether this signified respect for his office or actual interest in him as a human was difficult to judge. "Many thanks," Willis replied to Arya, letting Willem handle the other one, "Took quite a bit of work to make it only as horrifying as it is now. I'll spare you the gruesome details," He gave the slightest glance toward Simon Whent, "let's just say ol' Lady Lothston had some unladylike appetites."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 4, 2017 19:33:39 GMT
"No, we wouldn't want to act improper," Whalen smirked, eyes glancing over the hall. "I hadn't given it much thought. Odd that we ask for favors when we play at war, yet go to battle with only the luck we bring. Which sister would you recommend?" She smiled. "Alice is the prettiest, and the most likely to grant her favour, but Dacey has more backbone." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Dacey is not very...ladylike, I'm afraid, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather have beside me if I were in trouble." She indicated her sisters in the crowd, guessing that Whalen might not be acquainted with either. "The choice, ser, is yours."
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Post by Vex on Jan 6, 2017 10:33:18 GMT
And I am sure there is a farmer in the fields somewhere waiting in the wings to be the next," Smallwood said, smirking behind his goblet as he drank. "I only hope his kin will provide as pleasant company." "You won't have to worry about that," she said, looking him in the eye, and having had just about enough of him. Perhaps Lord Smallwood had heard of green-eyed seers, perhaps not. "I know of your past and I know of your future. Neither is pretty." [42 Intimidation]
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