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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 18, 2018 10:53:27 GMT 1
Down from Gyldenhaal comes an austere procession. In front rides two hardfaced scouts, scowling at every tittering bird that passes by.
Behind them the procession proper is spearheaded by Ser Donnel atop his big black destrier, with his son and the septon to his right.
Behind them the bulk of the party is in the wagons that are trundling along in what Donnel would describe as a too leisurely pace. On the sides and on the rear knights and men at arms are riding, all in impeccably cleaned armor, inspected by Ser Donnel that very same morning.
If those damned women would just quit their chattering we could impress the reachlords! Ser Donnel thinks to himself, looking back to the wagon he hears his wife talking from.
A vein throbbing at his temple, he turms to his son to distract himself.
"So son, will that lady-in-waiting from the Tarly joust be present? You know, the one so impressed by your prowess in the melee?"
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 18, 2018 23:13:59 GMT 1
Ser Balon rode atop his grey courser Ghaston. His golden armor had been polished to a high sheen and it seemed to glow in the sunlight. He held his long horned helm in the crook of his arm so he could let the breeze blow through his hair. Balon's thoughts had been elsewhere when his father asked him about the woman at Horn Hill.
Realizing he was being spoken to Balon snapped back to the present, "Ah yes. She would be a pleasant sight father. I hope she'd like my lance prowess as much as my ability with a sword." A slight smile formed at the corner of his lips. There were no women present to hear his off color remark and it was nice to jest with his father. Balon made no attempt to look at the Septon for if he caught the innuendo he'd have something to say about it.
"Father, it's Highgarden I believe there will be a great many women there." The thought pleased Balon. So many young women to look at and a tournament to boot. What more could a young knight ask for? Lady Ellyn Levalle was rumored to be quite comely. Maybe she'd be there. Laena Pyre was also attractive but she had been sullied in Balon's opinion. Not by her being a widow with children but her association with the Starkwoods.
Balon heard his mother's voice from behind, "What upsets mother today?"
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 19, 2018 6:07:27 GMT 1
"Aye, let's hope you show yourself as well endowed as your father! Nobody has ever had reason to complain about the skills of the Blackbriars!" Donnels looks at his son, seeing so much of himself in those clear eyes.
Clearing his throat he adds sheepishly: "Remember to thread with care here. I feel it in my creaking joints that you will prove yourself formidable... It would do no good to fall for the first buxom lass who shows."
Nodding back to the wagon he tells: "Desire dies, beauty fades, but love and loyalty will prove eternal. Beauty is what you see, but love you'll have to discover, make sure you take the time to do so!"
While looking at the wagon, he spots his wife in a window and quickly turns around: "I have no idea what bothers her, and I have no intention to ask!" He winks to his son: "That's the key to a happy marriage!"
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 19, 2018 7:34:56 GMT 1
Balon rolled his eyes as his father referenced his manhood. If there was one thing a son never wanted to hear (regardless of age) was his father talking about his genitals. "Yes father," Balon added playfully, "all people through the Reach know about your prowess I'm sure." Riding with his father was something he'd missed. He'd spent the better part of a decade away from Gyldenhaal and conversations like this flooded his mind with happy childhood memories. And just like when he was a child they were heading towards a tournament.
"I will tread carefully father. I treat each lady as if she was the Maid herself." It was a lie of course. Balon had laid with several women in his day but that was then and now he was looking for a bride. Doing well at Highgarden would add to his tourney resume but it'd take more than that to secure a bride (and potential alliance for House Blackbriar). Of course if some lady felt like appreciating his skill in person, well it'd be impolite to say no. Plus he'd be able to ask for forgiveness at the sept the following morning.
Balon couldn't help but laugh at Donnel's joke about speaking with Shiera. She was ever persistent in her disdain for Lord Blackbriar but Balon felt she had the best interests of her husband and children at heart. At least that's what Balon told himself.
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 19, 2018 23:04:38 GMT 1
"Aye, for no knight would mistreat those of the gentler sex!"
He sighs and explains: "Just like me, your mother loves her children. But she often struggles with showing it." He pauses, looking back before lowering his voice: "She has some strange ideas, but thats just the way of womenfolk. Words are wind son, remember that!"
"Please do not worry about her, she is my worry, you will soon enough be buggered down on your own!"
"How has your last tournaments done, son? Do you feel confident you may come far?"
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jun 20, 2018 1:15:28 GMT 1
Septon Abelar rides on Ser Donnel's right, his white robes flapping softly against the flanks of his roan palfrey. He sits perched in his saddle as though it is he, and not the horse, that feels the spur. Such is his way. He has allowed much of the conversation to pass between Ser Donnel and Ser Balon without remark, but he snaps his head around at Ser Balon's thinly veiled allusion to his "lance." His eyes narrow.
"To make a jape of your vows is to break them, Ser Balon. A true knight has no single woman in mind, save the Mother, the Maid, and the Crone. You are charged to protect all women, not lust after them." He worries the fraying ends of his braided belt with one hand, a sure sign of agitation. "You can leave the selection of your wife to your father and I. At least, until you can show us that your passions have not overmaster'd you. It would bring the house much dishonor if you were to become promised to some unworthy, licentious harlot! And if you're wondering how to spot one of those, you can find her by her talk of 'lances!'"
At that, he turns to Ser Donnel, allowing him to offer his own flavor of counsel. Abelar nods along approvingly when Donnel speaks of not falling for a buxom lass, but when Donnel speaks of his "endowment," the septon's face curls into a disgusted sneer and he rolls his eyes. Addressing the older knight, Abelar raises his voice slightly. "The road has befouled your tongue just as much as your boots. What would Lord Tyrell say if he heard you?" Perhaps realizing that Lord Tyrell is not the best example to offer, Abelar quickly re-frames. "What would Lord Jon say if you presented this dreck at Highgarden? No, we must do better. Prayer. Prayer and penance. Always remember, we are first in piety. Faith is our shield, purity our sword. Only a righteous man can sit a champion's seat at a tournament. Always remember that." His voice is low and intense. It would not do for the scouts to overhear this dressing down.
He takes a deep breath to continue, but instead falls into silence and lets his words hang in the air.
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 20, 2018 12:24:24 GMT 1
"Aye, the joke was carried too far, it is unseemly of us." Donnel conceeds. "We will do pennance upon arrival."
"The path is narrow, and hard to follow. We will need guidance in the times to come."
Nudging his son he says: "I apologise, it was I who started the talk of womenfolk. We would be wise to focus on the jousting first, as proper knights!"
Hesitating, he speaks of something that has been on his mind: "When we arrive, we will need to put actions before words. We will act with honor, and show that we serve the seven. But we will also need to strike a balance between zeal and pragmatism.It would not serve the seven if the lords percieve us as rambling zealots. We will need to use the guidance of the smith, while still remembering the mothers mercy."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 21, 2018 6:42:31 GMT 1
Ser Balon was about to tell his father about his recent success in several tournaments when the septon interrupted to lecture the two knights on the meaning of vows and fidelity. Balon rode in silence, debating on whether to argue with Abelar. Seeing Donnel offer contrition to the septon, Balon followed suit, "When we arrive at Highgarden I will go to the sept and pray to the Seven for forgiveness." Balon swallowed his pride and added, "Thank you for your counsel septon. I will represent our house with honor and value your opinion on any marital matters." Balon thought to himself, I can't have a wife that's too prim and proper though.
Turning back to his father he agreed, "Yes father, our focus should be the tournament and paying our respect to the lords of the Reach. You've ridden these lands for a long time, who are you most excited to see? I hope Daemon Blackfyre attends. I hear he is Aegon reborn!"
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 21, 2018 13:41:51 GMT 1
Shaking his head, Ser Donnel tells his son: "You give the bastard too much credit! You must remember that prince Baelor easily bested him at Daenryss wedding! Breakspear would be my guess at the winner! However, we also must consider the local lords as well! Lord Leo Tyrell will be keen to prove his worth again, but I feel that his age will hinder him significantly." Reaching over to rub his sons hair he adds: "Given Lord Tyrells age, I will expect you to serve in his place! To show the kingdom the chivalrous future of the reach!"
To include the septon in this topic Ser Donnel asks: "Who would be your favorite to win? Perhaps you have some insight? After all you have seen plenty of tournaments in your time as septon?"
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 21, 2018 16:55:37 GMT 1
Balon's smile faded when Donnel disparaged Daemon. The way Ser Quentyn and Lord Gormon (and a great many others) spoke of Daemon would make him seem invincible. If not on horse, definitely on foot. "Careful father. A bastard he may be but he was legitimized by the king before his death. We should be wise not to speak ill of him." The irony of Balon's statement was he'd spoken ill of the current king's children. That Dornish blood had tainted them. In Balon's eyes it made them outsiders and insulted the proper men of the Seven Kingdoms who'd bled, or had family bleed, in the sands of Dorne. "I'm sure if there's a rematch at Highgarden lord Daemon would be one of, if not thee, favorite."
Balon pulled away from his father as he rubbed his head and playfully batted his hand away, "I'm not a child father," he laughed, "are you going to do that before I joust?"
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 21, 2018 18:55:58 GMT 1
"I would be a fool to speak ill of him! But regardless of being aknowledged, he will always be known as a bastard. He got that far because of the skill he posesses, but his reputation is inflated, he will not be capable of beating a thousand knights!"
Smiling Ser Donnel telks his son: " I mereøy hope some of my skills will rub off on you!"
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jun 22, 2018 2:28:46 GMT 1
Abelar's shoulders slowly unwind as Ser Donnel takes responsibility for the unfortunate turn in conversation. Ser Donnel remains a good knight--dutiful, steady, and humble. Still, his inartful remarks are a good reminder that even the purest among men can find themselves drawn to sin. Words may be wind, but enough wind can buffet even the staunchest flame. Young men like Ser Balon are easily swayed by the praise and flattery of renowned knights, and doubly so if the knight happens to be the young man's father. Ser Donnel must be careful not to encourage lasciviousness or vainglory, lest Ser Balon's candle flicker toward the wrong direction. That way lies a different kind of flame. Seven kinds, according to The Seven-Pointed Star.
Returning to the conversation regarding Daemon Blackfyre, the septon with the silver-black hair speaks in a powerful baritone. "They say Ser Daemon fights like the Warrior himself. However, we cannot forget that he was born of lust and sin, as were all the royal bastards. He must needs prove himself beyond mastering a sword--even if it is that sword. Remember, King Maegor the Cruel wielded Blackfyre, as did Aegon the Unworthy. Virtue cannot be grasped like a leather-wrapped hilt. And it is the virtuous who shall prevail in the lists." After his righteous preamble, the septon continues in a less religious vein. "I personally favor Prince Baelor or Ser Robb Reyne as champion. The Prince of Dragonstone has proven himself once against Blackfyre, and I expect Lord Tyrell to be preoccupied with his duties as host to focus on his lance work. Besides, it's unseemly to win one's own tournament."
Turning to Ser Balon, he offers some counsel. "You are no squire, Ser Balon, but there is much to learn from the finest knights of the realm, who will present themselves at the tourney. If you prove yourself in the lists and keep your courtesies about you, you could find yourself friends or mentors among them. I consider Aerion Baratheon, Robb Reyne, Aubrey Ambrose, both Roland and Garth Redwyne, Roland Cordwayner, Robb Reyne, and Quentyn Ball to be foremost in chivalry. You would bring honor to yourself and our house by earning their respect."
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Jun 23, 2018 8:23:58 GMT 1
Ser Donnel shakes his head at Septon Abelars guesses as to who will win. "Aye, Reyne is a fine knight indeed, but I cannot help but think that this will be where Baelor proves himself beyond a doubt! He has a major victory behind him, another victory would prove that the first one was not merely a fluke! Reyne will go far, but there are knights present that will unhorse him. He sits too rigid in the saddle, the lord of Castamere does."
He then asks the septon: "How will you spend your time during the wedding? Is there a septon gathering, like that of the maesters? Otherwise I worry things may get a bit dull for you here? I hope you don't feel like you had to come! I simply wanted you here as well as the rest of the family!" Ser Donnel looks at the septon, worryig if the septon had just felt obliged to come, or if he truly wished to come himself.
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Post by Father on Jun 25, 2018 15:53:52 GMT 1
Talk of marriage would have brought the attention of Lady Shiera has she heard of it, some random lady in waiting would not do in her opinion, one that she had raised more than once just to be sure that everyone was quite aware of it. She had spoke of Lady Tanda Peake, a prospect that no doubt would face opposition from the lady Erena urging her husband not to approve of the match, such an arrangement would bring cousins of hers from Starpike. Though she did concede that "Gormy" was very likely to seek alliances with houses of considerably higher prestige, Ser Balon could be the best warrior to ever have lived and Lord Gormon would still chose Ser Willas Tyrell if he could. Lady Shiera has other options in mind, of course, houses known to be sympathetic to the Blackfyres for the most part, and a few female heirs, of those she had considerable enthusiasm for, Ladies Daena Roxton and Lysette Starling in particular, though Lady Delia Hewett could also do, if less prestigious. The Lady Gwynesse Grimm, a harridan that had refused half a dozen suggestions by Lord Tyrell, fine knights all, she had dismissed outright. That woman would marry a Dornish Bastard if that meant she could hoard all the power for herself, luckily, Lord Tyrell would not allow it.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 26, 2018 5:33:00 GMT 1
In is head, Ser Balon listed the knights that he thought would be favored to win at Highgarden. He smiled as he mentally noted that most of them were Blackfyre supporters. As his father said, Prince Baelor had defeated Daemon before but Ser Balon knew if the two met this time, Lord Daemon would emerge victorious. Deciding not to continue debating who'd win he instead joked with his father, "To be honest, I believe the two most dangerous knights are named Ser Donnel and Ser Balon." he smiled, wishing it to be true one day.
When the septon listed off knights he thought to be the foremost in chivalry Balon quipped, "I hope I have the respect of Ser Quentyn Ball. I squired for him for four years and he knighted me personally!" What does a septon know about knights anyway?Thought Balon.
Balon returned to his mind as they rode and thought about his mother. According to most she was a hard woman to like but she'd been nothing but loving to Balon and his brother. She may be cold, but she wanted the best for her sons. Both Balon and Shiera shared opinions on potential brides. Lady Tanda was foremost on his mind. He remembered her when he was a page for Lord Gormon. She was a cute girl that had the singing voice of an angel. As she grew older she went from cute to beautiful and Balon found himself quite fond of her. Having Shiera be Gormon's aunt would definitely come in handy if he thought he had a chance at marrying her. Of course there was Daena Roxton, not only beautiful but there were other benefits to marrying her. He wanted to meet Lysette Starling but heard she was harder to get into than the Red Keep. Oh well, I have the rest of the ride to think of comely young lasses.
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