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Post by Robyn Redwolf on May 22, 2021 2:07:45 GMT 1
(This interaction occurs during the jousts before The Appleton Feast)
Robyn was stretching his shoulders, his battle-worn armor glistening in the sun as he twisted his arm across his body. A pinch of pain shot down past his elbow to his fingertips, causing him to wince and roll his left shoulder out. That swing he took from Otho was still giving him a little trouble, and even though the maester said he should take it easy, Robyn wasnt about to let an opportunity to joust slip through his fingers because of a bum shoulder.
He had beaten the Longthorn at his last outing. Maybe this time he would beat Redtusk?
He grinned, rolling the paulron once more as he pictured it. He looked over at the crowd, staring at those who would soon be cheering his name-
Balon Blackbriar
The sight of him caused Robyn's grin to disappear and arms to slowly lower to his side. He had only seen him a few times before, but Balon's reputation painted a much grimmer visage than the one that Robyn saw in the stands. He almost looked... small.
Walking over to the wooden seating, a smile slowly crept back on his face as he wondered how such a man of Balon's temperament would take that observation? "I do not think we have ever met, Blackbriar," Robyn beamed, crossing his arms across his chest, "Did you shrink, or have you always been that tiny?"
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 22, 2021 2:57:07 GMT 1
Balon had completed his jousting for the day and had taken off his full plate some time ago. In it's place was a black tunic with matching black trousers. A white doublet with an inverted red chevron and three sable roses in the foreground (similar in fashion to Peake's coat of arms) completed the look. On his left hip was Legacy, his longsword and on the other a parrying dagger. His squire Harold, a rough and tumble boy he'd picked up in the Riverlands sat at his side. He offered notes and lessons on riding style and tailoring a plan of attack to take advantage of the foe's weakness. "That one rides afraid. Press him and he'll fold." He pointed to how the knight rode braced as if every blow would unseat him. As he spoke with his squire he saw the armored Dornishman approaching the stands, young by most standards. He was tall, not as tall as Balon but then again few people were. About the size of Titus. Balon thought. He tried to ignore him but it appeared the knight was heading directly towards him. Balon looked to the sky. You love to test me, don't you. He didn't make eye contact when the Dornishman spoke. "I do not think we have ever met, Blackbriar," Robyn beamed, crossing his arms across his chest, "Did you shrink, or have you always been that tiny?" Balon instantly held up a hand to stop any response, "Stop. I don't give two fucks who you are." Balon turned to make eye contact, "Harold this is what you call a cunt and Dorne is full of them." Balon spit on the ground, "Run along boy before you get yourself in trouble. I'm sure your knight is looking for you." Balon turned back to staring at the field. His right eye started twitching. |
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on May 22, 2021 3:54:30 GMT 1
"Who the fuck are you?" Balon instantly help up a hand to stop any response, "Stop. I don't give two fucks who you are." Balon turned to make eye contact, "Harold this is what you call a cunt and Dorne is full of them." Balon spit on the ground, "Run along boy before you get yourself in trouble. I'm sure your knight is looking for you." Balon turned back to staring at the field. His right eye started twitching. Robyn scoffed, shaking his head at Balon's last statement, "You cannot be that slow, can you? Short and stupid, hm," He tilted his head, smile only growing wider as he taunted, "Lady Laena has... disturbing taste."But, I am certain your cheery personality wasn't what romanced her. And based off of your lackluster performance against the Ironhand, well, I can only assume what you also lack in other performances," He raised a defensive hand, faux sincerity dripping from his words, "I am sure your foreplay is great: you have more dick in your personality than in your pants,"He locked eyes with Balon, his furrowed brow contradicting his confident smile, "We can hurl insults at each other all night, but I have horses to sell back to their owners. So I am going to get right to the reason I approached you. I was wondering if you recalled something; an argument, between yourself and my sister. It seems you were one of the last people to interact with her before her death.
"What did the conversation entail?" |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 22, 2021 6:04:38 GMT 1
"Come now," Robyn scoffed, shaking his head at Balon's last statement, "You cannot be that slow, can you? Short and stupid, hm," He tilted his head, smile only growing wider as he taunted, "Lady Laena has... disturbing taste. The words repeated over and over in Balon's mind when the boy mentioned Laena's name. How would he know of him and Laena. That'd be impossible, wouldn't it? He'd told no one and he'd bet a thousand gold dragons Laena hadn't mentioned their relationship to anyone, including her brother. This was a ploy, one he wouldn't fall for. Balon squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, white hot light burned the inside of his eyelids. When he opened them he stared at the boy. He wondered how fast the Dornishman was in full plate. Could he evade a quick dagger strike to the eye? Knock him over bury Legacy through a weak point? His eye was twitching even faster and he had to consciously keep his hand away from the hilt of his sword. "But, I am certain your cheery personality wasn't what romanced her. And based off of your lackluster performance against the Ironhand, well, I can only assume what you also lack in other performances," He raised a defensive hand, faux sincerity dripping from his words, "I am sure your foreplay is great: you have more dick in your personality than in your pants," The demons that resided in Balon's mind howled in fury. Add him to our collection of corpses! What is one more among the foundation of our new world? In truth he considered it but decided against it. Why swing from a tree when there was so much work still to be done. He'll get his in due time. He locked eyes with Balon, his furrowed brow contradicting his confident smile, "We can hurl insults at each other all night, but I have horses to sell back to their owners. So I am going to get right to the reason I approached you. I was wondering if you recalled something; an argument, between yourself and my sister. It seems you were one of the last people to interact with her before her death.
"What did the conversation entail?" In truth Balon had pieced together who this man was; the youngest Starkwood. Roland? Ricky?... Robyn. The perfect name for a cunt. "Wait, I think I know who you are. You're the coward that ran away from battle when the Blackbars were being slaughtered. Did you save the girl because you thought you'd get your cock wet as a reward? Tell me when she looks at you do you think she sees a hero or a little bitch who let her family die." It was Balon's time to insult. "Were you knighted as a joke? I heard Redtusk likes his japes. Runaway Robyn is what I hear you called."
"Speaking of Battle Valley how many knights did you kill that day? I didn't see you challenge anyone beforehand. I didn't hear of anyone dying or yielding to some Dornish poofter." Balon looked him up and down. "Let me guess you killed a bunch of smallfolk wearing padded armor and wielding pitchforks and now you think you're hot shit." Balon stood up. He was taller by a couple of inches but it was enough to look down on Robyn. "Well let me tell you something." He poked his finger on Robyn's breastplate. "You're nothing. You're inconsequential. You're an annoying fly buzzing about. An inconvenience. When someone thinks of a Starkwood... oh wait no one thinks about the Starkwoods."
"As to your sister." Balon thought back to the conversation they had along the Mander. Ashara and Balon would never like each other but they had ended on a neutral note, saving Lyanna had shown even they could work together. But Balon didn't plan on sharing much of that. "She was so afraid I was going to kill your brother she offered to do anything to save him. She offered to let the Blackbriar brothers have a go, one after another. I've never seen anyone who supposedly hated me be so excited at the idea of sucking my cock." Balon sneered, "Anything to save that weak and pathetic brother of yours." |
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on May 24, 2021 6:32:24 GMT 1
"I still don't know who the fuck you are. All you mongrels looks alike to me." In truth Balon had pieced together who this man was; the youngest Starkwood. Roland? Ricky?... Robyn. The perfect name for a cunt. "Wait, I think I know who you are. You're the coward that ran away from battle when the Blackbars were being slaughtered. Did you save the girl because you thought you'd get your cock wet as a reward? Tell me when she looks at you do you think she sees a hero or a little bitch who let her family die." It was Balon's time to insult. "Were you knighted as a joke? I heard Redtusk likes his japes. Runaway Robyn is what I hear you called." Robyn's eyes widened but the smile he had remained, a laugh he harbored slowly growing in his chest. Was it truly this easy to get some people riled up? Insult their height and their cock and suddenly no punches are pulled? Not acknowledging him is one thing; belittling one of the most heinous deeds ever committed was another. But Robyn kept his cool, letting the torrent of fury flow with nothing but a pleased smile present on his face. "Speaking of Battle Valley how many knights did you kill that day? I didn't see you challenge anyone beforehand. I didn't hear of anyone dying or yielding to some Dornish poofter." Balon looked him up and down. "Let me guess you killed a bunch of smallfolk wearing padded armor and wielding pitchforks and now you think you're hot shit." Balon stood up. He was taller by a couple of inches but it was enough to look down on Robyn. "Well let me tell you something." He poked his finger on Robyn's breastplate. "You're nothing. You're inconsequential. You're an annoying fly buzzing about. An inconvenience. When someone thinks of a Starkwood... oh wait no one thinks about the Starkwoods."
"As to your sister." Balon thought back to the conversation they had along the Mander. Ashara and Balon would never like each other but they had ended on a neutral note, saving Lyanna had shown even they could work together. But Balon didn't plan on sharing much of that. "She was so afraid I was going to kill your brother she offered to do anything to save him. She offered to let the Blackbriar brothers have a go, one after another. I've never seen anyone who supposedly hated me be so excited at the idea of sucking my cock." Balon sneered, "Anything to save that weak and pathetic brother of yours." As Balon approached, Robyn tilted his head to follow upwards, making sure to keep focused eye contact as Balon's finger poked into his chest. He didnt budge, he wouldnt have noticed if not for the dull thud of the metal. "It appears my assessment was right, Snake-eater. You are tiny, at least, compared to others I've beaten."In the Battle Valley, I killed the same number of knights that you did, though, not because of my inability to hold my ground. I do not blame you for missing my duel before the battle proper, I'm sure many blinked and missed my victory against Ser Steffon too. It was over rather quickly. But I let him live as a mercy; you let him live because you did not understand your own limitations. I stayed my blade, you should have stayed at Gyldenhall. "Are you only capable of killing defenseless pregnant women? Babykiller Balon, a nom de grace suitable for a rabid donkey such as yourself. A jackass with a horse's face, foaming at the mouth and smelling like a stable," The laugh he had been holding slightly broke through, but it wasn't of mirth. It came from a hatred that formed into accusations, "Or am I mistaken, and there are more murders on your hands? Did you have my sister killed? Were you too cowardly to do it yourself, or were you afraid that she would cut off that twig between your legs that you undoubtedly take misplaced pride in? Did you have the Blackbars killed and mutilated, you prejudiced shit-eating swine?" At his last words, Robyn prepared for anything. Either he will confess and Ill kill him, or he will draw his sword and try to kill me. He truly hoped it wouldnt come to that, but Robyn had hoped that taunting would give him answers he sought. Instead, it was probably going to earn him an enemy that misinterpreted his banter for a tossed gauntlet. |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 25, 2021 6:59:57 GMT 1
But Robyn kept his cool, letting the torrent of fury flow with nothing but a pleased smile present on his face. Robyn's silence only encouraged Balon. "What's the matter boy? I hit a little too close to the mark?" A half-sneer, half-smile on his face. "Did you even *try* to defend her family or was you cock so hard from the thought of fucking Falyse you could barely walk?" Balon looked to Harold, "Who needs enemies with friends like him?" He jerked his head towards Robyn. "When you fled do you think Falyse heard her mother's moans while she was raped?" He leaned in, quietly adding, "Do you think Zia secretly enjoyed it? Rumor has it Lord Vardis preferred books to his wife's bush." A hateful laugh escaped from his lips. Balon shrugged, "At least Zachery died like a man, defending his family." Balon sucked on his upper teeth, as if giving out that little bit of begrudging respect caused his mouth discomfort. He waived a dismissive hand, "Don't worry, I'm sure the top maesters are working day and night to solve the mystery of who killed the dumb cunts.""In the Battle Valley, I killed the same number of knights that you did, though, not because of my inability to hold my ground. I do not blame you for missing my duel before the battle proper, I'm sure many blinked and missed my victory against Ser Steffon too. It was over rather quickly. But I let him live as a mercy; you let him live because you did not understand your own limitations. I stayed my blade, you should have stayed at Gyldenhall. "Are you only capable of killing defenseless pregnant women? Babykiller Balon, a nom de grace suitable for a rabid donkey such as yourself. A jackass with a horse's face, foaming at the mouth and smelling like a stable," The laugh he had been holding slightly broke through, but it wasn't of mirth. It came from a hatred that formed into accusations, "Or am I mistaken, and there are more murders on your hands? Did you have my sister killed? Were you too cowardly to do it yourself, or were you afraid that she would cut off that twig between your legs that you undoubtedly take misplaced pride in? Did you have the Blackbars killed and mutilated, you prejudiced shit-eating swine?" They had been men-at-arms and no one of note but a knight was a knight when dick measuring was concerned. When Robyn accused him of Ashara's murder there was genuine shock on his face, but only for a moment. "That's why you're here? You think I had something to do with your sister's death? Are you deaf?" Balon increased the volume of his voice, "Can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?" He returned to a normal voice. "I... don't... think... about... the... Starkwoods..." Besides absorbing their lands into the Blackbriar's. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Ashara. You're not important enough to think about. Your sister was a miserable cunt with a foul mouth and a worse disposition but not once did I think about killing her. Slap her around? Sure. Threaten her for trying to seduce my brother while betrothed to Ser Quentin? Of course. But not assassinate."
"Of course the wretched bitch eventually got what was coming to her. You can only piss off so many knights and lords before one decides it's time for her to meet the Father's judgement." Balon looked away from Robyn, momentarily distracted by a thunderous crash from the jousting lines. Balon smiled as he looked back to Robyn, satisfied with whomever had won the joust. "As to the Blackbars. Fuck 'em." |
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on May 27, 2021 2:03:25 GMT 1
He leaned in, quietly adding, "Do you think Zia secretly enjoyed it? Rumor has it Lord Vardis preferred books to his wife's bush." A hateful laugh escaped from his lips. The smile and controlled nature to Robyn's demeanor broke at Balon's laugh. In his mind, there were lines that should never be crossed. What happened to Zia was monstrous, and to laugh and make light of her mutilation only hardened his expression into a furrowing brow. Scum of the Realm, his grip tightened on his biceps, Unworthy of the titles you bear. Honorless, Vile, and pressing your luck.
"Say such things again, Blackbriar, and you will find yourself without teeth." Cold words and an icy glare came from Robyn. He knew that Balon would revel in his response, but such words couldnt be said without returned hostility. "Rapists deserve worse than Death. Any who would make light of such heinous deed deserves the same." He looked to Harold, "If you think this swine is a suitable knight, then I hope the Seven grants you guidance. If you see how vile he truly is, and wish for a more capable instructor, find me after the tournament." His head jerked back to Balon, a tightlipped grin and hate-filled eyes piercing into him. Balon shrugged, "At least Zachery died like a man, defending his family." Balon sucked on his upper teeth, as if giving out that little bit of begrudging respect caused his mouth discomfort. He waived a dismissive hand, "Don't worry, I'm sure the top maesters are working day and night to solve the mystery of who killed the dumb cunts.""I killed four knights that day. Four more than you. Remember that." They had been men-at-arms and no one of note but a knight was a knight when dick measuring was concerned. Robyn leaned in closer, uncrossing his arms to place a finger in Balon's chest, similar to that which he did a few moments before, "Thirty. They werent knights, no, but I left baptized in their blood. Any who came near my sword met a gruesome end. And your belittlement of their lives does nothing but dishonor your family. Not that anything you do brings honor to your family," Robyn tilted his head, whispering, "Your father... he died in the mob, did he not? Were those knights that killed him? Or pitchfork wielding peasants that you so aggressively patronize?"
"If anything, you are saying I am a superior knight than your rotting father," Robyn clicked his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head slightly but keeping his eyes focused on Balon's, "A inadvertent compliment I thank you for. I'm not sure he would agree, but then again, he isnt here to defend his name against your perpetual slander." The grin that appeared on his face was not unlike the one Balon had been giving him. Robyn pulled his finger back, placing his hand just below the cross guard on the scabbard, ready to pop it out should Balon dare. When Robyn accused him of Ashara's murder there was genuine shock on his face, but only for a moment. "That's why you're here? You think I had something to do with your sister's death? Are you deaf?" Balon increased the volume of his voice, "Can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?" He returned to a normal voice. "I... don't... think... about... the... Starkwoods..." Besides absorbing their lands into the Blackbriar's. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Ashara. You're not important enough to think about. Your sister was a miserable cunt with a foul mouth and a worse disposition but not once did I think about killing her. Slap her around? Sure. Threaten her for trying to seduce my brother while betrothed to Ser Quentin? Of course. But not assassinate."
"Of course the wretched bitch eventually got what was coming to her. You can only piss off so many knights and lords before one decides it's time for her to meet the Father's judgement." Balon looked away from Robyn, momentarily distracted by a thunderous crash from the jousting lines. Balon smiled as he looked back to Robyn, satisfied with whomever had won the joust. "As to the Blackbars. Fuck 'em."Robyn nodded slowly, pursing his lips, "Fine. I wager you know more than you lead on, which is a surprise, considering how smooth your brain is behind your eyes. But even if you did, it appears you have no intention of telling me," Robyn took a step back, "Because I wager it was you who organized the attack on the Blackbars, or you had a hand to play in it. And You Will pay for it." He continued to glare at Balon, waiting to see what he would do. |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 28, 2021 6:24:27 GMT 1
The smile and controlled nature to Robyn's demeanor broke at Balon's laugh. It hardened his expression into a furrowing brow. "Say such things again, Blackbriar, and you will find yourself without teeth." Cold words and an icy glare came from Robyn. He knew that Balon would revel in his response, but such words couldn't be said without returned hostility. Balon didn't outwardly express it but he was happy. He'd brought another person down to his level. He'd failed to live up to the ideals of chivalry so instead he took delight in putting cracks in the virtue men like Robyn cloaked themselves in. "By all means hit me. Break guest right and the protections afforded by Lord Addison. Prove to everyone how ignoble you truly are." It was a dare though one Robyn was unlikely to act upon. "Rapists deserve worse than Death. Any who would make light of such heinous deed deserves the same." He looked to Harold, "If you think this swine is a suitable knight, then I hope the Seven grants you guidance. If you see how vile he truly is, and wish for a more capable instructor, find me after the tournament." His head jerked back to Balon, a tightlipped grin and hate-filled eyes piercing into him. Harold started to shout, "You fought alongside Ironhand! He," Balon held up a hand to silence his squire. "Rapists deserve worse than death, eh? Then tell me why haven't you killed your brother? He raped Lady Alicent (Florent) at Highgarden." Balon turned Robyn's proclamation against him. "I don't recall you killing Ironhand or demanding he be put on trial for all the rapes he ordered in the Riverlands. What about the Roughneck? His crimes against women are well documented and yet you welcomed him with open arms when he came to fight for the Blackwoods. How many desecrated corpses did he leave in his wake? And Ser Simon Tarly? The news of his heinous deeds reached Stone Hedge and yet he walks free. If you hate rapists so much why the fuck are you here and not seeking out justice?"
"I'll tell you why. You actually don't give a fuck about justice and you only care about rape when it's committed by people on the other side of this brewing conflict. So why don't you take your high and mighty attitude and go fuck yourself with it you hypocritical bitch.""I killed thirty on that field," Balon flippantly interjected, "And I killed two score at Highgarden but I don't brag about it because they're nothing."Robyn leaned in closer, uncrossing his arms to place a finger in Balon's chest, similar to that which he did a few moments before, "Thirty. They weren't knights, no, but I left baptized in their blood. Any who came near my sword met a gruesome end. And your belittlement of their lives does nothing but dishonor your family. Not that anything you do brings honor to your family," Robyn tilted his head, whispering, "Your father... he died in the mob, did he not? Were those knights that killed him? Or pitchfork wielding peasants that you so aggressively patronize?"
"If anything, you are saying I am a superior knight than your rotting father," Robyn clicked his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head slightly but keeping his eyes focused on Balon's, "A inadvertent compliment I thank you for. I'm not sure he would agree, but then again, he isn't here to defend his name against your perpetual slander." The grin that appeared on his face was not unlike the one Balon had been giving him. Robyn pulled his finger back, placing his hand just below the cross guard on the scabbard, ready to pop it out should Balon dare. Balon lost focus and his face turned red when Robyn mentioned Donnel. Without realizing it he'd balled his right hand into a fist and had begun to swing at Robyn. He regained control of his body and stopped his fist when it was level with his shoulder. His fist was shaking and every nerve in his body was screaming to strike. Balon mustered every bit of discipline he had, remembering the dare he'd just issued moments earlier. Don't break guest right. Make him the bad guy. He extended his index finger from his fist and turned it into an accusatory point. He wanted to say the most hateful thing he could think of. ***You've been warned*** "I make the following oath to you. Before I die I will see your entire bloodline wiped out. Your pathetic father, your rapist brother, your uncles and aunts, your cousins, your friends, people who owe you money. Anyone that has any kind of association with you. And when they're all rotting in the ground I'm going to capture you and your mother. And I'm going to rape her while you watch. You'll watch as I brutalize her. I'll rape her cunny until it's a bloody ruin. I fuck her ass until it violently tears then I'll choke her with my bloody cock. And you'll watch, completely powerless to stop me. And when she is truly broken in both body and spirit I'm going to choke her to death, slowly. You'll get to look into her eyes as her soul leaves her body. And when I'm done I'm going to gouge out your eyes and stick hot pokers in your ears so the last thing you see and hear is your mother's demise. And then I'll let you go." Balon glanced down to Robyn's hand on his sword. "So you either draw that sword and strike me down or challenge me to a duel because if you don't now you're a fucking bitch." |
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on May 29, 2021 1:54:54 GMT 1
Harold started to shout, "You fought alongside Ironhand! He," Balon held up a hand to silence his squire. "Rapists deserve worse than death, eh? Then tell me why haven't you killed your brother? He raped Lady Alicent (Florent) at Highgarden." Balon turned Robyn's proclamation against him. "I don't recall you killing Ironhand or demanding he be put on trial for all the rapes he ordered in the Riverlands. What about the Roughneck? His crimes against women are well documented and yet you welcomed him with open arms when he came to fight for the Blackwoods. How many desecrated corpses did he leave in his wake? And Ser Simon Tarly? The news of his heinous deeds reached Stone Hedge and yet he walks free. If you hate rapists so much why the fuck are you here and not seeking out justice?"
"I'll tell you why. You actually don't give a fuck about justice and you only care about rape when it's committed by people on the other side of this brewing conflict. So why don't you take your high and mighty attitude and go fuck yourself with it you hypocritical bitch." Robyn scoffed at the mention of his brother, "I thought you didnt think about the Starkwoods? Yet you are very vocal about rumors pinned against them? Hm." He shrugged, "Because that is what it is, a rumor, I will treat it as hearsay and anti dornish slander that one of you prejudiced fucks pulled out of your asses to cover your own heinous deeds,"
"Simon Tarly is a pig, just like you," Robyn scowled, a deep growl accompanying his words, "I said as much during the discovery of his crimes, and called for a trial. He lacks honor, and utilized his position and family to escape justice. If I see that drunken prick here, I will be sure that he wont do so again." His eyes narrowed, "I also stood against the Ironhand and his vile words, nearly finding myself in his ire, but I am only one knight. As someone who fled from him on the battlefield, I am sure you understand why my Uncle stopped me from fighting him," Robyn whispered, "Though, I am happy he did, otherwise you wouldn't be forced to carry the weight of that loss. "Justice takes time jackass, those found guilty of atrocities will get their comeuppance."Balon lost focus and his face turned red when Robyn mentioned Donnel. Without realizing it he'd balled his right hand into a fist and had begun to swing at Robyn. He regained control of his body and stopped his fist when it was level with his shoulder. His fist was shaking and every nerve in his body was screaming to strike. Balon mustered every bit of discipline he had, remembering the dare he'd just issued moments earlier. Don't break guest right. Make him the bad guy. He extended his index finger from his fist and turned it into an accusatory point. He wanted to say the most hateful thing he could think of. ***You've been warned*** ~Tirade Visible in Balon's Post~ Balon glanced down to Robyn's hand on his sword. "So you either draw that sword and strike me down or challenge me to a duel because if you don't now you're a fucking bitch."Robyn glanced over at the fist that was raised, his furrowed expression relaxing back into a smile as he chuckled softly. Throughout Balon's piece, Robyn never broke eye contact. Every word was fully absorbed, letting it soak in as it was met with a smile full of teeth. The gears were turning, and while it truly was a vile oath that the prejudiced swine had made, Robyn was not intimidated by threats. Sure, Balon wasn't an enemy he wanted to have... But Robyn wagered he wasn't a difficult enemy to beat. At his final word, Robyn laughed so hard he broke eye contact. He keeled over with patronizing, gleeful laughter, the corners of his eyes beginning to leak from the force it had. Wiping the tears away with the hand that wasnt holding his sword, he looked back to Balon, his shoulders bouncing from the aftershocks, "And I make the following oath to you, Babykiller. Before you die, you will gargle my piss. From the flat of your back, bloody and broken, the last sight your pretty eyes will see will be my cock, before your mouth will become my victory latrine," He snorted, "I have no need to challenge you to a duel, because every oath you have ever made you have swiftly broken, you cancerous pustule of a man. When the 'revolution' comes, or whatever you traitors call it, and you are squashed back into the filth where you belong, I hope they give me Gyldenhall. Because I will take great pride in eradicating your family's lineage, and turning your crypt into one not fit for the paupers.
"The Blackbriars will be worse off than the Gardeners." He leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes, "Bitch." |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 2, 2021 5:11:52 GMT 1
Robyn scoffed at the mention of his brother, "I thought you didn't think about the Starkwoods? Yet you are very vocal about rumors pinned against them? Hm." He shrugged, "Because that is what it is, a rumor, I will treat it as hearsay and anti dornish slander that one of you prejudiced fucks pulled out of your asses to cover your own heinous deeds," Balon waved a hand dismissively, "Hard not to think about someone dumb enough to rape Lord Reynald's daughter. No matter, I'm sure the Florents will get their revenge one way or another." Balon thought back to the Remembrance of Lord Karl at the Golden Rose Inn. Time had made that evening less fuzzy and he'd remembered something else Symon had done. "You don't think he's a rapist? His first target was Lady Tanda but she slapped him for his unwanted advances. After that he skulked away looking for easier prey. Ask your sister, she saw it... oh wait she's dead.""Simon Tarly is a pig, just like you," Robyn scowled, a deep growl accompanying his words, "I said as much during the discovery of his crimes, and called for a trial. He lacks honor, and utilized his position and family to escape justice. If I see that drunken prick here, I will be sure that he won't do so again." His eyes narrowed, "I also stood against the Ironhand and his vile words, nearly finding myself in his ire, but I am only one knight. As someone who fled from him on the battlefield, I am sure you understand why my Uncle stopped me from fighting him," Robyn whispered, "Though, I am happy he did, otherwise you wouldn't be forced to carry the weight of that loss.
"Justice takes time jackass, those found guilty of atrocities will get their comeuppance." he said mockingly, "You could've refused to fight with rapists, pulled up stakes, and left the Riverlands. But you didn't, because you don't care about those raped. You don't seek justice and you don't care about the atrocities committed by the Blackwoods so just stop. The only person you're fooling is yourself."Robyn glanced over at the fist that was raised, his furrowed expression relaxing back into a smile as he chuckled softly. Throughout Balon's piece, Robyn never broke eye contact. Every word was fully absorbed, letting it soak in as it was met with a smile full of teeth. The gears were turning, and while it truly was a vile oath that the prejudiced swine had made, Robyn was not intimidated by threats. Sure, Balon wasn't an enemy he wanted to have... But Robyn wagered he wasn't a difficult enemy to beat. At his final word, Robyn laughed so hard he broke eye contact. He keeled over with patronizing, gleeful laughter, the corners of his eyes beginning to leak from the force it had. Wiping the tears away with the hand that wasn't holding his sword, he looked back to Balon, his shoulders bouncing from the aftershocks, "And I make the following oath to you, Babykiller. Before you die, you will gargle my piss. From the flat of your back, bloody and broken, the last sight your pretty eyes will see will be my cock, before your mouth will become my victory latrine," He snorted, "I have no need to challenge you to a duel, because every oath you have ever made you have swiftly broken, you cancerous pustule of a man. When the 'revolution' comes, or whatever you traitors call it, and you are squashed back into the filth where you belong, I hope they give me Gyldenhall. Because I will take great pride in eradicating your family's lineage, and turning your crypt into one not fit for the paupers.
"The Blackbriars will be worse off than the Gardeners." He leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes, "Bitch."Robyn's laughter only served to infuriate Balon further. "What are you laughing at boy? Are you slow? Stop it!" When Robyn regained his composure and let loose his own tirade Balon could feel his teeth grinding. The time for talk is over. If he won't do it I will.
Balon spoke clearly and loud enough for those in the immediate area who were watching and those pretending not to watch could hear, "I will not suffer this insult to my honor. I challenge you to a duel. Swords on foot when this tournament is over. Accept it like a man and a knight or be a coward and run like you did when you let the Blackbars die." Balon had no glove to throw at Robyn's feet and instead spit on the ground. |
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Jun 3, 2021 3:49:39 GMT 1
Balon spoke clearly and loud enough for those in the immediate area who were watching and those pretending not to watch could hear, "I will not suffer this insult to my honor. I challenge you to a duel. Swords on foot when this tournament is over. Accept it like a man and a knight or be a coward and run like you did when you let the Blackbars die." Balon had no glove to throw at Robyn's feet and instead spit on the ground. Robyn let Balon's words fall without retort. He didnt have enough to say, and had already spoken his piece. Balon was free to make his own incorrect opinions. In his mind watching the Blackbriar fume, huff with rage, and restrain himself from attacking made his retorts almost worth listening to. He was a truly disgusting man, pinpointing all of Robyn's buttons, and had said things that warranted the insults Robyn happily gave. He had no intention of getting physical, despite his intense desire for Balon to lash out. Keep smiling, he will be in the wrong...The deep inhale Robyn's lungs took in as Balon challenged him filled them with cool, crisp air. While it was only there for a second, Robyn felt the weight the air would give his next words, and just how lifechanging they could be. As he spoke, the breath gave his response a collected authority. "You have no honor to insult, but I accept your challenge. You have given vile contumely towards the murdered, and will receive atoning fury for it. But, since you challenged me, I get to choose the weapon." A key part for Robyn's strategy, he smiled widened, "We start on horseback, as it was done in the Riverlands, one lance tilt before drawing swords.
"I pray you last longer than Ser Steffon did." Robyn whispered, leaning next to Balon's ear, "But you don't last very long, do you?" |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 3, 2021 7:01:00 GMT 1
"You have no honor to insult, but I accept your challenge. You have given vile contumely towards the murdered, and will receive atoning fury for it. But, since you challenged me, I get to choose the weapon." A key part for Robyn's strategy, he smiled widened, "We start on horseback, as it was done in the Riverlands, one lance tilt before drawing swords. No more insults. No more threats. The duel had been agreed upon. /scene for me, for now. If this does happen, Appleton event(s) dependent, we can pick up the thread when everything is wrapped up. |
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