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Post by Father on Nov 1, 2018 15:02:19 GMT 1
Bryce Wine had been a steady companion ever since his wife had been claimed by the winter chill, forty years of marriage, about two thirds of his life. They had grown to love each other, to grow old together. Their only child, sadly, could hardly recognize them. He only ever responded to his nurse. He thought he would have no legacy, and he thought he would die alone.
Or would he? The Lady Laena surely has ulterior motives, but he hadn't made the eight all those years ago without forcing himself on a single girl without enduring a hundred failed advances, he had learned from those attempts. What had he told her? Experience is the best teacher of all, a truth none could deny. She is pretty and she wants him, for his position, for his heirs but for his company and experience most of all. She had been flailing in the dark learning from the shadows of men she hardly knew. A monster in the making for certain, a greedy beautiful monster that craved feeding. Better arrange for a long line of enemies to consume.
Is he not a lord? Can he not do as he likes? And her a Great Bastard, she can do as she pleased, though it might be polite to ask Lord Ulbert first, but why would he deny her? Ser Vernan Pyre's widow could fetch no grand prize, could she? Besides, she had been wanting this before they met, trying to make him question if Desmond had the what it took to fight for the house in the halls of Lord Tyrell and other places, she was right of course, but short of finding a clever lady who could support him, a difficult task for one with his heritage, or to make Farman grow up, a taller order, there is no alternative. Or it used to be.
A mighty fine vintage, his favorite ever since Marq introduced him to it all those years ago. Marq who had suggested that maybe he should ride for that particular dragon, Marq who apparently had mentioned his name to her. Marq who had quipped about the dragon he had won from Lothor Mullendore and said he'd tell him all about it another day. Wait? What? Seven take that slimy trickster, you win, you wonderful magnificent bastard.
Drowsiness overtakes his senses, and the last thought of Lord Bryce Bridges is that he could not possibly have had that much Dornish Red this evening.
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Post by Father on Nov 1, 2018 15:04:34 GMT 1
For the record, the first draft for the above was written before the start of the game, had to rewrite it because I managed to make Laena pursue him.
Some other pre-planned things coming up shortly.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Nov 1, 2018 15:16:15 GMT 1
That’s a pretty dramatic scene for Lord Bryce taking a nap. He’s taking a nap, right?
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Post by Father on Nov 1, 2018 15:20:29 GMT 1
Yeah, he's fine, only sleeping.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Nov 1, 2018 15:31:46 GMT 1
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Lord Bryce! My sadness for Laena is only matched by the OOC desire to see her on the warpath (if that's the route she goes down!). If you thought she was frightening before, wait 'til you see a Great Bastard fired up... That’s a pretty dramatic scene for Lord Bryce taking a nap. He’s taking a nap, right? A permanent dirt nap. I thought D8 was dramatic, but things are getting real now. D8: It's go time. D9: It's fucking go time.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 1, 2018 15:54:48 GMT 1
Laena fucks man. Man dies. One year later.... Laena fucks man. Man dies.
I heard Lord Jon Blackbriar might be single soon if infidelity is confirmed.
These are totes unrelated.
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Post by Father on Nov 1, 2018 16:02:27 GMT 1
Poison is a woman's weapon.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Nov 1, 2018 16:07:06 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Nov 1, 2018 16:10:41 GMT 1
I should be keeping a list, was easier back in day 1 and 2 when I knew exactly what everyone were up to the entire time, so I didn't think I needed one.
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Nov 1, 2018 16:16:45 GMT 1
O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
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Post by Laena Pyre on Nov 1, 2018 16:40:30 GMT 1
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Lord Bryce! My sadness for Laena is only matched by the OOC desire to see her on the warpath (if that's the route she goes down!). If you thought she was frightening before, wait 'til you see a Great Bastard fired up... Five words: ongoing 'Vindictive' Drawback voluntary fail. Just as well I've got a decent build-up of Virtue, as I'm pretty sure I'm going to be burning through it at quite a rate. The sensible, rational thing would obviously be to mourn him quietly, then move on to my next marriage candidate while I have the opportunity. ...Remember what I said before about Laena's lack of control over her emotions fucking up her well-laid plans...?
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Nov 1, 2018 18:08:11 GMT 1
Five words: ongoing 'Vindictive' Drawback voluntary fail. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Party time.
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Post by Alliser on Nov 2, 2018 3:39:17 GMT 1
Oh man. Oh man... Oh shit! Lord Durwell of not going to be happy either. With their powers combined...
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Post by Laena Pyre on Nov 2, 2018 16:13:32 GMT 1
Actually, random trivia: until relatively recently, I thought the 'climax' of the story was pretty much the same as the 'denouement' - basically, it meant the final confrontation/resolution of the story. But, in the traditional 5-act structure (as often used by Shakespeare), the 'climax' actually occurs in the middle of the story. Often, it's the point at which everything starts going poorly for the protagonist. Romeo murders Tybalt, Hamlet murders Polonius, etc. Put (arguably too) simply, everything before the climax is building up to that moment, and everything after it is dealing with the aftermath.
Why do I mention this? Because I believe Bryce is going to make Laena climax today. #NecrophiliaFunTimes
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Nov 2, 2018 19:07:24 GMT 1
In Medieval and Renaissance ballads death was often used as a metaphor for orgasm.
It is still a useful interpretive tool today - "I just died in your arms tonight", "Come on baby, don't fear the reaper", etc.
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