The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 1:15:30 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. Fortunately there were only a few lords left, all of which Belric had met with recently, so their greetings were short. Lord Lucamore Roote jovially thanked his future goodbrother for hosting such lavish festivities and his wedding ceremony at week's end. Bracken made a characteristically reserved and somewhat laconic greeting, though it was friendly enough, especially considering Blackwood was in spitting distance. Even Lord Tully was the pinnacle of civility, though he had been the same at Riverrun, the picture of a gracious lord being hosted by one of his vassals. "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?" "Then I could have a word with the ravens. They talk almost as much as the walls," the fool replied thoughtfully, as if engaged in some pleasant smalltalk. "Fat lord and sissy knights are a copper a dozen. But the Gods, Old and New, seem to have had a laugh at your expense almost as much as mine, and misery does love company." He laughed long and gleefully, not exactly the picture of misery himself. 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." "Am I in trouble then?" he inquired with a wry smile, as his eyes followed where she indicated, where Dacey was attempting to cow Lord Smallwood into submission. "And what if I have already chosen the sister whose company I enjoy most?" Violet could make out her betrothed, free now as he addressed the dais and returned to his place in the gathered crowd. "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] (Failed) Smallwood did not flinch nor pale. It would clearly take more than vague claims to mysticism to rattle him. "To the contrary, my past was quite comely and I expect my future will be no different. It is my present that has left me wanting, but I'm sure some more civilized company will see to that," he said, actually turning to look for a more pleasant source of conversation, before adding, "My future has certainly fared better than the last Blackfort to threaten me. Is it true he ended up robbed, stripped, and murdered? Such an undignified way to go."
|
|
Vex
Lord Paramount
what is this
Posts - 938
Likes - 241
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Vex on Jan 7, 2017 10:44:21 GMT
"Edmure was slain by bandits," she replied, wondering what it took for Smallwood to fuck off. "You remind me of him, actually," she added after a beat, genuinely finding the two to be similarly irritating.
|
|
|
Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 7, 2017 11:39:42 GMT
Am I in trouble then?" he inquired with a wry smile, as his eyes followed where she indicated, where Dacey was attempting to cow Lord Smallwood into submission. "And what if I have already chosen the sister whose company I enjoy most?" Violet could make out her betrothed, free now as he addressed the dais and returned to his place in the gathered crowd. She smiled at the implied compliment. "If I were not a betrothed woman, I would gladly give you my favour, but it would be shockingly rude of me to give my favour to another man when I am to be married so soon," she replied. "So, to save us both embarrassment, it would be easier to choose one of my sisters. I shall still cheer you in the lists."
|
|
Boros
Knight
Jon
Posts - 456
Likes - 205
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Boros on Jan 7, 2017 18:14:26 GMT
"The Gods love takin' a shit on mah head, that's true." Hoster snorted. If there was someone the Gods didn't seem to like, it was him. Not that he cared for their opinion anyway. "At least Ah'm not in motley an' wearin' make up. Now git the feck outta here, will ye? 'Fore Ah show ye the actual meaning o' misery."
(Intimidation 81 + 5 from Special Trait of being Ugly af)
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 18:51:18 GMT
"Edmure was slain by bandits," she replied, wondering what it took for Smallwood to fuck off. "You remind me of him, actually," she added after a beat, genuinely finding the two to be similarly irritating. "Is that so?" he inquired, curiously. "How so?" She smiled at the implied compliment. "If I were not a betrothed woman, I would gladly give you my favour, but it would be shockingly rude of me to give my favour to another man when I am to be married so soon," she replied. "So, to save us both embarrassment, it would be easier to choose one of my sisters. I shall still cheer you in the lists." "And what if I am interested in something more intimate than a favor?" he inquired, leaning in to whisper low in her ear. "After all, you are not married yet." "The Gods love takin' a shit on mah head, that's true." Hoster snorted. If there was someone the Gods didn't seem to like, it was him. Not that he cared for their opinion anyway. "At least Ah'm not in motley an' wearin' make up. Now git the feck outta here, will ye? 'Fore Ah show ye the actual meaning o' misery." (Intimidation 81 + 5 from Special Trait of being Ugly af) A sane man may have lost control of his bowels, but not the man named Marbles. Considering the man had been found walled up in a cell in the dungeon living off rats, it was likely he knew more about misery than Hoster ever would. "But I made you a gift," the fool said, removing a small leather pouch and offering it the the guard captain.
|
|
|
Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 7, 2017 19:07:50 GMT
"And what if I am interested in something more intimate than a favor?" he inquired, leaning in to whisper low in her ear. "After all, you are not married yet." She raised an eyebrow though she felt a little quiver at the suggestion. It was pleasant to be desired even though she had no intention of acting upon it. "I must respectfully decline, ser. Perhaps other ladies would be more interested in an intimate situation."
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 19:17:56 GMT
"Must you?" he pressed, clearly not one accustomed to be turned down, boldly placing a hand on her lower back. "I can think of a number of reasons you might reconsider."
|
|
|
Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 7, 2017 19:24:46 GMT
She took a small step back. "Oh really? Do tell," she challenged.
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 19:33:41 GMT
"Well, besides the obvious benefits, I would be remiss not to mention that your husband to be is accustomed to a more...experienced breed of woman," Whalen said, hoping Violet would be quick enough to take his meaning. For single and married men alike, camp followers were just the way of war. "You seem eager to be a dutiful wife and I would hate for your inexperience to show. There are few things more dangerous than a bored husband. What you need is a sparring partner to prepare you for the battle to come."
|
|
|
Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 7, 2017 19:38:19 GMT
"Ser Whalen!" She whispered, shocked. "It's not proper to say such things to a maiden lady. Lord Lucamore is expecting an innocent girl, not an experienced woman. He'll want to teach me the ways of marriage himself, I think. I must go to his bed a maiden."
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 19:47:35 GMT
"It's certainly proper if your ends are improper," Whalen replied with a hearty laugh at her reaction, this clearly being a mildly diverting game for him. "Lucamore is expecting an alliance. If it comes with a pretty face, all the better. If it comes with a pretty face and some experience, I would call that a boon. Every man wants a bride who feigns innocence, not one who actually is innocent."
|
|
|
Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 7, 2017 20:59:47 GMT
"Is thst the kind of bride you want?" She challenged. "Would you not be angry if your bride turned out not to be a maiden?"
|
|
The Gambler
Administrator
Alea Iacta Est
Posts - 1,984
Likes - 612
Joined - December 2015
|
Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 21:17:04 GMT
"Heavens forbid, how could I live with myself?" he asked, in mock outrage. "A marriage bed fit for the seven hells!"
|
|
|
Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 7, 2017 21:25:35 GMT
She laughed. "Well, that's what they teach at the motherhouse. The poor septas would be scandalised by you, Ser Whalen. If if were a free woman perhaps I would feel differently, but you know how it is. I hope we may still be friends though."
|
|
Boros
Knight
Jon
Posts - 456
Likes - 205
Joined - May 2016
|
Post by Boros on Jan 7, 2017 22:29:26 GMT
"An' tis is how ye lose yer other arm, ye dumb bastard." Hoster grumbled to himself as he reached for the small pouch. He was half expecting for it to burst into flames the moment he touched it.
|
|