The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Jun 18, 2016 22:20:26 GMT
"Well now..." Ser Valarr Hill caressed his moustachios as he considered his master's words.
The title of Magistrate had been a superficial one he had bestowed upon himself when taking command of Harrentown. Indeed, he had sworn no oaths to defend Harrenhal until the arrival of House Blackfort. No one in the castle quite knew from whence he had came. One day, he had simply arrived at feast and never left. Still, the Smallfolk adored his peculiar mannerisms.
He bowed, nearly breaking the guard's neck beneath his arm. "Your Excellency... I have no legitimate children. But if I did... Her name would be Harrentown. And no one will violate her sanctity while Ser Valarr the Vigilant draws breath!"
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 18, 2016 22:31:47 GMT
Edmure made a mental note to keep an eye on the self-styled 'Ser Valarr the Vigilant'. The man's theatrics might be amusing to some, but there was something about him that he misliked. He couldn't put a finger on what it was though. Some investigation of the mans actions and background would need to be made.
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Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 18, 2016 23:24:38 GMT
Jon nodded approvingly and added Ser Valarr's promotion to the minutes.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 19, 2016 0:46:04 GMT
"You have a way with words, Ser Valarr." Belric said, his tone unimpressed and dry. Concluding his conversation with the enormous knight, he motioned to hear the next speaker.
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 19, 2016 19:09:30 GMT
"So it's true!" The next speaker was heard before he was seen. Benjen Blackfort had heard he would find his lordly cousin holding court, and after passing through the gates, exchanging greetings with some of his kin, and handing off his horse to a stable boy, Ben figured he should make his way to the Hall of a Hundred Hearths to pay his respects. Such as they were.
"Some crazy fool actually went and made you a lord after all! Some things have to be seen to be believed." Ben pushed through the crowd until he stood in front of Belric. If there was some sort of list or line to these proceedings, he ignored it. He grinned, evidently amused with himself, as he knelt before Belric. "M'lord Blackfort. Thanks for remembering the ransom."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 1:33:35 GMT
"I'll be damned," Belric exclaimed, standing from his chair. He walked up to Benjen, pulled him off of his knee and embraced him warmly. "You don't look half bad, cousin. I'd expected you to be a little worse for wear." He held Benjen out at arms length, and examined him to make sure he was still whole after his imprisonment. "Welcome to Harrenhal."
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 3:15:01 GMT
Benjen grinned as he returned the embrace. The most noticeable change to his appearance was the long scar running from the corner of his mouth across his cheek, but both it and any other wounds had healed well during during Benjen's year in captivity. "Aye, not so bad, Coz. The Dornish Prince did me the favor of enhancing my natural good looks with his blade. But I hear some congratulations are in order for you, eh? Sorry I missed the wedding. Bet it was a sight to see, a Blackfort being wed in the Great Sept itself."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 4:14:42 GMT
Belric bellowed out a hearty laugh, pointing to the scar running his temple down to his cheek. The cut had been drawn by Valyrian Steel, the artist a shamefull sorcerer. "It is in fashion now. You should return the favor to those Dornish cunts the next time you have the opportunity."
"Thank you cousin, a lot has changed since your capture. I am glad to see you here. What will you do with your freedom?"
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 4:32:23 GMT
"Figured I'd stay here, if you'll have me," Ben said. "Figure you got enough room for me now," he added with a little wry humor. "And a man's gotta earn his keep somehow. You got something needs doing, just say the word."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 21:52:50 GMT
"Plenty of room for any Blackfort stupid enough to want to live in Harrenhal." Belric took Benjen's hand by the wrist, a soldiers handshake. "Our food stores could use some expanding. Are you still any good with a bow?" Belric looked down at Benjen's hands. "I'm surprised those Dornish cunts let you keep your fingers."
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 21, 2016 3:56:44 GMT
Ben grasped Belric's wrist in return. When he released the grip, he raised both hands and wiggled his fingers, as if to confirm he was indeed intact. In truth his captivity was an easy one, as far as these things went. Benjen did not know enough to warrant torture, and Maron Martell had besides proved to be a man of honor. For a Dornishman, at any rate.
"Any good? You wound me, coz. A better archer you will not find in all these Riverlands, and don't let your sister be telling you different." Ben smiled again. "I'd be happy to hunt for you, or shoot what need's shooting. And I can still make an arrow that flies true, if you've got the right wood."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 21, 2016 5:23:14 GMT
"We must settle this rivalry between you and Dacey once and for all. I demand a friendly competition to hash this out." Belric put his arm over Benjen's shoulder, bringing him in close. "My money is on the girl." He laughed, patting Benjen on the chest and releasing him from his clutches. If there was one thing Belric enjoyed, it was a good rivalry. A little instigation would do well to light the fires. He made a mental note to tease Dacey in the same fashion, whenever the next opportunity arose.
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 21, 2016 6:07:18 GMT
"Now that's damned irresponsible, a lord throwing away his coin on a losing cause like that," Ben laughed. "But whatever you want, chief."
Ben looked over his shoulder at the various milling courtiers. He was pretty sure he had cut in front of a fair few of them. "I'll let you get back to your business. It's good to see you, Bel."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 21, 2016 6:43:51 GMT
Belric's face grew stern, his joyful expression turning to stone. "It's Lord Belric, Benjen. You will address me properly while attending my court."
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jun 21, 2016 7:17:47 GMT
"Of course..." Benjen tried to match Belric's stern expression, but couldn't quite keep the corner of his lip from quirking up. "Your most gracious lordship... highness of majestic power... king poobah of Harren's great hall."
Benjen did his best imitation of an exaggerated courtly bow (which was not particularly close, given that Ben had never been to court), "May I be excused from your excellency's eminent presence?"
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