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Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 14:45:46 GMT
Jon felt his knees go weak and realised he had been holding his breath as Ser Bruce painted his bloody picture. He closed his eyes and took a moment to compose himself. Visions of blood and wine came to mind and his imagination leapt like wildfire, imagining his own children kidnapped, butchered, and eaten, like animals.
They had seen the severed head of Lady Lothston as they passed through the Great Hall. It had appeared small and harmless, not the trophy of some foul monster that preyed on children. Yet still, to see it there. Lifeless and never to cause harm again. It tasted like justice in his mouth. Not Justice. Blood. He realised he had bitten his tongue.
Jon stepped forward and pulled a chair, "My Lord, won't you please sit?" Doing his duty was a welcome distraction, and there was much to discuss.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 14:49:39 GMT
Belric sat quietly as he listened to Ser Bruce's story, trying to his best to keep his expression placid. Belric had been around cannibalism before, starving men eating one of the recently deceased to steal another day of life. However, never had he heard a story like this... and children no less. Having been forced into the same situation as the knight before him, Belric was certain he would have killed her just the same.
"Your story confirms my intuition, Ser Bruce, though I am sad to hear it. Bloodraven was a blithe upon this world, the taint of his sorcery extended much farther than I had thought. You have done your duty as the protectorate of Harrenhal, and I accept your allegiance and that of your men." Belric took a step forward and took the seat offered to him by Jon, "We shall rebuild this land upon the honor of knights, not the twisted desires of highborn lords. Tell me of your uncle. Why have you locked yourselves in opposing towers instead of uniting?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2016 15:56:35 GMT
"He was closest to Lady Danelle above all her other knights and vassals, the last of the original Whent siblings that first swore their oaths to her grandfather, Lord Lucas Lothson when he was granted this keep. He was privy to her secrets more than any other man in this keep alive or dead." Bruce explained, voice raw as he attempted to compose himself after that harrowing tale. "He named me traitor and oathbreaker for slaying my liege lady. What I called justice, he called murder. That is the situation we find ourselves in."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 16:43:07 GMT
Belric nodded his understanding, "Privilege can often make a man forget his purpose."
Standing up, Belric's expression grew assertive. "This situation must be resolved Ser Bruce. Come with me to the Sept, so we can confront your uncle together. It is time to leave this tower, and time to save your men from starvation. My wife, Lady Saesha, has treated with Ser Simon and will convince him to meet us on neutral ground. If she is not there, then she has failed the negotiations and is in need of rescue. Either way, your help is imperative."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2016 16:56:02 GMT
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"Very well," Bruce agreed, standing. Apparently there was no time like the present. "But there is no situation in which that monsters gets to live."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 17:54:14 GMT
Belric paused, worry creasing his brow as he looked to Bruce. "Ser Simon will be dealt with in accordance to his actions, wether he lives or dies is no longer your decision. I am the Lord of Harrenhal, and you have killed enough in the name of justice. The war is over, and it is time to rebuild these walls instead of tear them down. Prove your loyalty to me now, with this act, and allow me to do my duty."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2016 18:08:01 GMT
"You weren't here. You weren't wronged. Don't insult me by telling me when enough have been killed and justice has been served," Ser Bruce asserted, an edge to his tone. "Do you duty, ser, and do it better than your predecessor." He did not have to say the threat for it to be felt.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 18:54:23 GMT
Belric could feel the tension rise in the room, his nerves beginning to heighten in relation to Ser Bruce's tone. Folding his arms across his chest, Belric stared down the knight while he listened to the threats. When it was his turn, he spoke in a calm yet stern voice. "Remember who you are talking to Ser Bruce. I am not some lord who has grown fat and complacent, ruling men from the comfort of a chair. I am a knight. I watched men reduced to animals, waisting away to starvation while the solders of Dorne picked us off one by one. We fought and died to defeat those black hearted Targaryans, to end the tyranny you so passionately defy. And it was I who killed Bloodraven atop Weeping Crest. The very man who corrupted your liege died by my hand. You have clearly been though hell, and I would not expect any man to handle it better. But take pause before you speak to me like that again, my patience is not endless."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2016 19:22:12 GMT
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"Words are wind," was Ser Bruce's terse unflinching reply. "And there are many false knights in this keep, most with no shortage of experience in battle."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 19:28:26 GMT
"Then come with me," Belric said, offering a hand in friendship. "And let me prove my worth through action."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2016 19:30:47 GMT
Ser Bruce took his hand and squeezed it tight.
"I'll lead the way then," he said, stepping out of the solar. "Ser Vincent and Ser Harrys, with me!" The two armored knights fell in line with their captain.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 10, 2016 19:35:11 GMT
Belric followed Ser Bruce out of the solar, signaling his entourage to follow the procession.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2016 20:21:00 GMT
(Everyone may post at the Sept)
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Post by Ser Richard on Aug 14, 2016 22:45:47 GMT
1st day of the 3rd moon
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With the departure of Whent to Riverrun, Qhorin figures this is the only time he could look at one of the Solars of a tower without stepping on toes. He waits for the maester.
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Post by Maester Percival on Aug 15, 2016 2:13:27 GMT
The Maester arrives dressed in his Maester robes, but late as he is often. He looked around around as he walked up to the Mason. "There you are." Percival said as if it was the other man who had arrived late. He looked around again studying the walls. "I have studied Architecture, but you have lived it. What do you think of this construction? It seems different from what I was instructed." He motioned to the walls in a general sweeping way meaning to indicate the Keep, not these rooms.
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