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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 2, 2018 6:17:12 GMT 1
This thread is a result from [Day 4] The Smallfolk's Tournament. Meeting with Lord Fossoway may be handled with a single simple intrigue (ID 14, 16 if representing his house) with one or two IC posts for some small favor or disposition gain, but the audience can be made into a larger scene if it makes for good story.D9, Friendly Neighbor, Lord Fossoway ID 14, Persuasion (Charm): 5d6k3+2 15, 1 DoS_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The horse race at the smallfolk's tournament had gone well for the Blackbriar brothers. While neither had won the race their efforts had earned them an audience with Lord Jaime Fossoway. Today Lord Jaime could be found at Gardenton speaking with his Master of Horse about the sizable stock of horses they'd brought to Highgarden for sale. Some would say, and Balon would agree, that their warhorses were the best in all the Seven Kingdoms. And today Balon was in the mood to buy one. Along with Titus, Balon had a Fossoway page inform Lord Jaime that the Blackbriar brothers had arrived. When granted an audience the two approached Jaime. With a respectful head bow Balon took the lead, "My Lord, thank you for granting us this audience." |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 2, 2018 13:12:59 GMT 1
D9, Friendly Neighbor, Lord Fossoway ID 14, Persuasion (Charm): 6d6k4+2 20 - 2 DoS BotA rerolling lowest (2) - Lord Fossoway: 1d6 5 - New Total: 22 (Still 2 DoS)
With his purse heavy of coin from ransoms and his mood bolstered from the the glory gained by his family, his and father's advancement to the final eight and Balon's heroic rescue, Titus accompanies Balon into Gardenton in the morning. Wheatsheaf had served him well in this tournament but the chance to acquire a true Fossoway breed should not pass unseized. "My lord." Titus follows his brother respectfully and bows to Lord Jaime, trying to contain his excitement as he sees the strong chargers in the pen.
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Post by Father on Nov 2, 2018 22:17:09 GMT 1
+1 Disposition to both.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 3, 2018 6:11:27 GMT 1
The brothers had a short conversation with Lord Jaime about the high quality of Fossoway destriers, the horse race, the joust (including Titus and Donnel's advancement to the final 8), and other pleasantries. For the briefest moments the three pretended all the murder and intrigues that were taking place simply didn't exist. With the conversation coming to a close Balon thanked the lord, "Lord Jaime we thank you for this audience. It's been most enlightening." he bowed his head, "By your leave we'll speak with your Master of Horse about purchasing a pair of destriers."
Balon and Titus departed and made their way to the horse pens to look for new mounts. "I'll be honest, I'm pretty excited about this. Ghaston has been a faithful mount but it's time for an upgrade." As they looked Balon fixated on a beautiful blood bay destrier. It was larger than the rest and seemed powerful, more so than an average destrier. "That one." he pointed, "That is the horse for me." The red coloring reminded him of House Bracken's sigil. Beast. I shall name him Beast. It seemed appropriate. "I'll need plate barding for it too. A knight has to protect his investment."
Titus lets move forward to the other things we discussed.
Once their new mounts were paid for the brothers made their way to the armor and weapon shops in Gardenton. Balon had heard of a few vendors that sold high quality equipment and Balon was anxious to buy some. This is all superior to the shit from Gyldenhaal he thought as he felt the weight and balance of a long sword. "No mace will smash this shield." he commented to Titus as he held it in a high guard position. Happy with his new sword and shield Balon slowly turned the conversation to something more serious.
"So how did the dance go for you last night?" A simple question loaded with innuendo.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 4, 2018 17:06:11 GMT 1
The Fossoway stock was a majestic sight. Strong, well-built and temperamental horses that surely were the finest in all the Kingdoms but it was a large, powerful stallion that caught Titus' eyes, the colour of pale smoke he named the horse Honor.
"You don't need a shield, just use your thick skull to soften the blow and you'll be fine!" he gives the shield a hard push, testing Balon's balance. Being surrounded by arms, swords and shields of this quality had both of them excited as children and the blacksmith kept a weary eye on the two rowdy giants as the roughhoused around in the shop, weighing the goods. Settling down, Titus too chose a sword and shield, much similar to that of Balon.
"Better than you at least! Lady Denyse could send a man to The Wall with that look! I presume she will not be the lucky maiden who you will steal away before this Tournament is over then?"
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 4, 2018 21:39:22 GMT 1
"You don't need a shield, just use your thick skull to soften the blow and you'll be fine!" he gives the shield a hard push, testing Balon's balance. Being surrounded by arms, swords and shields of this quality had both of them excited as children and the blacksmith kept a weary eye on the two rowdy giants as the roughhoused around in the shop, weighing the goods. Settling down, Titus too chose a sword and shield, much similar to that of Balon. Balon leaned into Ttius' push and joked with his brother, "My thick skull can stop your blows but men with actual muscle on them will require a shield." He approved of the choices Titus made when it came to his sword and shield. The brothers were so similar yet so different. "It's good we're buying these now before the Grand Melee. With you advancing far into the joust and my rescue of Ser Aladore we'll be in high demand."
After they paid for their gear Balon led them to a small tavern, "I've heard this place has some of the best food in Gardenton. Pork, beef, cheese, fruit, you name it. Better than any of the slop we'll get in the Blackbriar camp. Come on." Th two went in and Balon secured a booth for them to share. He ordered a large amount of food including enough bacon to feed a company of knights. As they sat he continued about the melee, "It's shaping up to be four teams vs. three. Prince Maeker, Ser Aerion, and Ser Roland against the Red Lion, Redtusk, Bittersteel, and Lord Blackfyre." Balon knew Daemon was just a knight but called him lord anyway. "I'd like to see you on the winning side." He thought back to Shiera's words about listening, "Have you thought about it much?""Better than you at least! Lady Denyse could send a man to The Wall with that look! I presume she will not be the lucky maiden who you will steal away before this Tournament is over then?" Balon had a wicked smile, "I've already fucked her so who cares what she thinks." He stuffed several pieces of bacon into his mouth, "Maybe she's mad because I won't let her have anymore of this." he motioned to his body. "I danced with Lord Walgrave's only daughter. I think that trumps your Great Bastard, regardless of how beautiful she is." The narcissist in him wanted to brag about Jeyne and the mystery woman from the masquerade ball but he was smart enough to hold his tongue. "Lady Perianne was delightful too and just as lovely as Lady Sybelle but," Balon was very expressive, "they weren't dressed as scantily as some of King Dareon's most ardent supporters. Did you see Lady Mya?! Whoah, what I wouldn't give to ride that wild horse."Balon was a little more serious, "I did see you with Lady Ashara. What, uh, was that about?" |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 5, 2018 14:53:47 GMT 1
"Seven knows..." he ran his hand through his hair, rubbing the back of the skull. At part he was concerned about Lady Ashara, he had only known her briefly but found himself caring for her. But at part he was aware that girl had brought nothing but trouble for their family and maybe best to stay away from at present. However... if he had said or done or implied something the night previous to cause her suffering, he would want to mend that. Fairly sure where Balon might want to take it he threw his hands up. "Dornish passions, I suppose." he said jokingly, taking another serving of wild boar sausages, hoping that it would dismiss the topic.
"Lady Sybelle, not a bad match." taking a bite he humbly corrects his brother "But it was Great Bastard*s*, plural. I danced with Lady Ysilla as well as Lady Daena." Titus was not one for boasting usually, but Balon always brought out the competitive side of him. Alas Titus had *only* danced with them and they had both danced circles around him, figuratively and literally. "Did you? Lady Denyse, I mean. Did you... you know?" Knowing Balon it might very well be true. But knowing Balon it might very well NOT be true.
"Lady Daena has asked be to fight along side her brother at the melee and I intend to honour her request. Now where Lord Marq will throw his lot in, I don't know... I don't think she knows either. But her favour has carried me this far and whilst I might not be able to crown her Queen of Love and Beauty I can grant this wish." The answer would have come off as rehearsed, because it was. It would not be hard to deduct that Titus was quite infatuated with the valyrian beauty. "Four Teams against Three? So you mean after the opposing Teams have been defeated the remaining Four or Three will share the victor's purse and glory?" When using sarcasm one of his eyebrows would rise, mirroring those of their mother exactly. "I suppose you will follow Ser Quentin?" a slight detachtment in his voice, Titus respected Fireball for his prowess but somewhere disapproved of the knight he had made Balon in to. If only he had stayed with father, or even taken to squire for Lord Gormon than that man.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 5, 2018 23:14:31 GMT 1
"Seven knows..." he ran his hand through his hair, rubbing the back of the skull. At part he was concerned about Lady Ashara, he had only known her briefly but found himself caring for her. But at part he was aware that girl had brought nothing but trouble for their family and maybe best to stay away from at present. However... if he had said or done or implied something the night previous to cause her suffering, he would want to mend that. Fairly sure where Balon might want to take it he threw his hands up. "Dornish passions, I suppose." he said jokingly, taking another serving of wild boar sausages, hoping that it would dismiss the topic. Balon said in distaste as he trailed off in thought. He leaned in to speak quietly, "As your older brother it pains me to say this but I'm not going to tell you what to do. You're a man capable of your own decisions." He lifted up a finger, "*But*, I will warn you, and take this warning however, Lady Ashara can not be trusted. Period. She may fool people with her polite demeanour but I saw the real Ashara. She is a viper, ready to poison anyone foolish enough to get close to her." He took a drink to buy himself time as he thought of what to say next. "I know, in my soul, she will use you, father, whoever, to achieve what she wants. Whatever that may be." Balon found himself a little more animated though his voice remained low, "Why was she even there last night? Betrothed are not invited. Dornish or not you don't dance like she did with you when you're betrothed. Did she tease you? Flirt with you? Get that Blackbriar blood flowing to the wrong head?" Balon stopped himself, leaned back, and raised his hands in surrender, "Sorry. I'm getting carried away. Just... next time you're with Ashara picture Lady Daena straddling your face. Bastard passions... and all." Would that help or hurt Titus?"Did you? Lady Denyse, I mean. Did you... you know?" Knowing Balon it might very well be true. But knowing Balon it might very well NOT be true. Balon sighed, "I wish. I'd bend her over a bed and pound that cunny until her legs gave out." Balon enjoyed being crass, especially with his brother, "Tying her favor on my arm is the most intimate we've been." He leaned in again, "Plus," he said in a whisper, "she is a reeeeal bitch."
"Lady Daena has asked be to fight along side her brother at the melee and I intend to honour her request. Now where Lord Marq will throw his lot in, I don't know... I don't think she knows either. But her favour has carried me this far and whilst I might not be able to crown her Queen of Love and Beauty I can grant this wish." The answer would have come off as rehearsed, because it was. It would not be hard to deduct that Titus was quite infatuated with the valyrian beauty. "Four Teams against Three? So you mean after the opposing Teams have been defeated the remaining Four or Three will share the victor's purse and glory?" When using sarcasm one of his eyebrows would rise, mirroring those of their mother exactly. "I suppose you will follow Ser Quentin?" a slight detachtment in his voice, Titus respected Fireball for his prowess but somewhere disapproved of the knight he had made Balon in to. If only he had stayed with father, or even taken to squire for Lord Gormon than that man. Balon picked up on Titus' infatuation with Lady Daena, "Mhmmm hmmmm. If you crown her the Queen of Love and Beauty I hope you know how to handle the more important lance. Do I need to take you to the Perfumed Lady for some practice?"In regards to what team Titus was fighting for Balon was largely indifferent, "Who is more dangerous? Lord Marq or Lady Daena?" He waved his hand dismissively, "Lord Marq will go with whichever side wins. I imagine he'll latch himself onto Lord Daemon's team. Which is good for you." |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 6, 2018 0:44:31 GMT 1
"Lady Ashara is just that, Balon. A lady. And a young girl, a maiden. Barely a woman grown. Not some sand snake who wants to poison us all. Not all dornish do." he held a hand up whilst speaking, hoping to refrain his brother from pursuing the topic of the dornish. "We danced. And we talked. That's all." It clearly wasn't all. "But I suppose your not wrong. A woman betrothed does not belong at the Moonlight Dance... I don't know. She seemed..." Sad? Helpless? Lonely? Desperate? Would Balon understand? Would he care? "I don't know. Let's leave it.""Sorry. I'm getting carried away. Just... next time you're with Ashara picture Lady Daena straddling your face. Bastard passions... and all."
Titus choked on his breakfast. Seven hells, Balon had his own way of offering advice. "Thanks. I'll remember that." he manages to get through between the coughs. "And I don't need your help again, the time at Honeyholt was enough!" pouring another serving of ale for the two. "Fighting alongside Ser Daemon would be something, after seeing him against the Brute of Bracken I pity the fool who has to face him on the field."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 6, 2018 7:55:32 GMT 1
"Lady Ashara is just that, Balon. A lady. And a young girl, a maiden. Barely a woman grown. Not some sand snake who wants to poison us all. Not all dornish do." he held a hand up whilst speaking, hoping to refrain his brother from pursuing the topic of the dornish. "We danced. And we talked. That's all." It clearly wasn't all. "But I suppose your not wrong. A woman betrothed does not belong at the Moonlight Dance... I don't know. She seemed..." Sad? Helpless? Lonely? Desperate? Would Balon understand? Would he care? "I don't know. Let's leave it." Titus choked on his breakfast. Seven hells, Balon had his own way of offering advice. "Thanks. I'll remember that." he manages to get through between the coughs. "And I don't need your help again, the time at Honeyholt was enough!" pouring another serving of ale for the two. "Fighting alongside Ser Daemon would be something, after seeing him against the Brute of Bracken I pity the fool who has to face him on the field." Balon smiled, "Plus the Perfumed Lady has Valyrian womennnn." he mockingly chided. "Indeed Ser Daemon is the Warrior reborn. I imagine he is what Aegon the Conqueror was like." He raised his cup in salute, "To Ser Daemon."Balon changed the topic to lighter subjects. Women, weapons, and memories of youth. While talking Balon had consumed an inhuman amount of meat and fruit. "By the Seven that's good. I can't eat another bite." Satisfied Balon leaned back and smiled at his brother, "Will you carry me back to the pavilions?"I don't have anything else. |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 6, 2018 13:10:51 GMT 1
"Or maybe, you know, to our House's success in the finals?" again his expression was very much that of their mother, if jokingly so. He raised his cup to meet Balon's.
"You carry yourself, you could use the exercise - Balon the Belly!" he said with a wink as he paid the bar-maid. She was pretty and had been eyeing them during their stay, probably Balon more so than him, and his brother didn't need the encouragement.
/scene?
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 6, 2018 21:40:19 GMT 1
"Or maybe, you know, to our House's success in the finals?" again his expression was very much that of their mother, if jokingly so. He raised his cup to meet Balon's. Balon felt foolish for forgetting his kin, "I suppose it'd be nice to see an all Blackbriar final." He clinked his cup with his brother. "Deeds, not words."/scene |
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