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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Feb 25, 2021 2:02:47 GMT 1
"Aye, I'll drink to that!" He says as he toasts in kind. "The Ironhand has his low cunning for sure, one that should never be underestimated. You don't exactly find a lot of well-aged mercenaries who aren't exceptionally dangerous and canny, but convoluted plots involving tricking Bracken armies into assaulting septs seems to be more the work of Bloodraven. You're right though, we should just cut down those bastards regardless and let the Seven sort them out in the end. I doubt that there are too many innocent souls still residing at Raventree Hall. The Riverlands would be better off without the influence of those heathens."Though it is safe to say that the Brackens are little more innocent in many of their dealings. Centuries-old blood feuds tend to have that corrupting effect, but at least the Brackens are our godly allies."Anyway, the sooner we can wrap up this little war the sooner we can all go back home, sleep in real beds, drink some real wine, and fuck some real whores!"He raises his cup in the naive excitement that only a young man would have on the eve of a major battle before amending his statement. "That, or probably face half of the surviving Blackwood men in what will be an awkward tourney somewhere. How does one treat with a knight in a civilized setting weeks after trying to kill him and his entire family in battle?"
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Feb 25, 2021 23:57:44 GMT 1
"That, or probably face half of the surviving Blackwood men in what will be an awkward tourney somewhere. How does one treat with a knight in a civilized setting weeks after trying to kill him and his entire family in battle?" Parmen considered the Daeron's question while he drank the rest of his ale. "I would try to knock him on his arse and beat him down until he surrenders. In fairness I will probably try to do the exact same to any Bracken's that I meet in upcoming melee's as well. The beauty of the tournament is that afterwards we can join our defeated foes for a cup of wine afterwards. I reckon that is unlikely to be the case after this coming battle, although hopefully some friendships can remain among those of us who are still standing when this is all over." The sadness in Parmen's voice was directed to all the other poor knights and men-at-arms who would likely fall in the battle; his confidence left him little room for doubt that he would be one of the survivors.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 3, 2021 6:28:58 GMT 1
Balon remained quiet for a long time, digesting what Parmen and Daeron had said. How does one go back to normal? Can you? Fortunately for Balon he already hated the majority of the knights fighting for the Blackwoods. The Ironhand? With luck that cunt will be dead before this war is over. I pray to the Seven I'm apart of that. Ser Roland? Balon didn't like him but it had more to do with Balon's own flaws and less with Roland's character. Of course if he died it'd make things so much easier with House Cordwayner. Ser Dennis Hightower? They'd been on the same team during the Highgarden melee and he was a great fighter but his brother supported the false king and the fewer allies he had the better. Balon shook his head. How close was he to being my father. Roughneck? Fuck that cunt. Ser Jasper? Dornish cunt. Simon Tarly? That was one knight he regretted seeing on the opposing side. The Tarlys and their levies would be great additions to the Blackfyre cause. The Starkwoods? More cunts that he wanted to kill.
"You don't go back to normal." Balon said matter of fact, "It's why it's so imperative we bring as many houses of the Reach to our cause as possible." He went to drink from his cup only to see it was empty. "If the Reach is united, with one army, one purpose, there is nothing we can't do and...." he paused, not wanting to admit to the possibility, "if we lose we lose as one. There won't be a generation of backstabbing and accusations. There won't be *accidental* deaths in jousting and melees."
"I reckon few Riverlanders will come to the Reach when this is all said and done. They'll be too busy fighting over the spoils and rebuilding their lands. As for the Reachmen, the sellswords, hedge knights, and retainers will go back to normal. Us nobles will do our best to be honorable and chivalrous but resentment will be there, bubbling under the surface." Balon stared into the campfire, the flames reflecting in his eyes. "The war is already upon us. The sooner we all wake the fuck up and accept that the better." Whatever revelry Balon had, had gone during his introspection.
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