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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 15:16:15 GMT -5
Robyn was having a similar feeling of tired nausea. "Can I sleep here?" She asked before shaking her head, she could not sleep in her brothers wife's solar. She stood on shaky legs... "I will see you... sometime again, I am sure."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 21, 2015 15:45:27 GMT -5
"You can," she replied, but stood as well once Robyn did, immediately regretting this decision. "If not before after, then.. good luck at the Eyrie," she said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 15:54:48 GMT -5
"good luck with..." She didn't seem to know what to wish her luck with, but smiled, "My mother" she decided on, and left, managing to stagger back to her room a long while later.
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 16:09:23 GMT -5
Martyn shrugged at Joanna and Robyn. He had a feeling that the Lannister princess and him would never fully like each other, even if they could have respect. He ambled over to Benjen and took a seat at the table. Pouring some ale for his host he leaned in. "Rumour has it you intend to go north my prince. Or at least it would be rumour if the boasts of your Skagosi were not so loud." Benjen chuckled as he poured the man a drink. "I had intended to do so anyhow, but it seems there are a million places calling for me. The Crowl will be going by himself now while I return south, to the host." Martyn down half his cup, smack his lips at the thick draught before him. "I don't envy you your position, you know. I heard of what happened at King's Landing. There's a special place in the Seven Hells for any man whose self-proclaimed godliness such as Rycherd Tyrell's drives them into the meat grinder that he forced upon the North."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 17:40:54 GMT -5
"Dead is dead," Benjen commented on that. "King Brynden and Lord Jaymes will deal with him and then we can focus on Bryce Dayne. King Rycherd I can almost understand but Bryce... no. He is something else completely."
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 17:58:28 GMT -5
"Dead is dead," Benjen commented on that. "King Brynden and Lord Jaymes will deal with him and then we can focus on Bryce Dayne. King Rycherd I can almost understand but Bryce... no. He is something else completely." Martyn nodded. "Aye, true enough." He drained his cup and poured some more. "Tell me about Dayne. All I've heard is smoke, rumour and dread, but little else." He poured some more ale in Benjen's cup. Martyn enjoyed the slightly heady feeling he was getting from the stout, and began digging out a trencher from the bread before him.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 18:40:16 GMT -5
"Lord Bryce is a powerful sorcerer," Benjen explained. "And a very good commander, as is evident. Tactical and strategic genius. He inspires fear wherever he goes." Benjen drank and set his cup down. "His son is a sadistic bastard who deserves nothing but death."
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 18:51:47 GMT -5
Martyn felt his appetite die at the word "sorcery." Reaching instead for the cup, he drained it once more. He glowered at the empty bottom and reached for the flagon once more. "Sorcery and sadism are two sides of the same coin. "How much of what's happened in the past few years could have been avoided if the Faith Militant was ground underfoot, the Daynes bound by the neck with stones and thrown into the Seven Hells, Starfall torn apart stone by stone, and the ruins sown with salt." His vehemence surprised even him, and he suddenly realized that he had been idly stabbing the slab of suckling pig in front of him into oblivion.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 18:56:50 GMT -5
Benjen smiled softly, studying the man beside him. "Sorcery took my first wife and daughter. It has also helped me aplenty, mostly in the form of Amelia Royce. It is a coin with two sides, one that it is dangerous to toss should it land the wrong way up. But it has its uses."
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 19:10:48 GMT -5
Truth at all costs. It was a line that Martyn had read from one of the few surviving fragments of Septon Barth's works in the possession of the Citadel, himself half a sorcerer. It had always stuck with him, and for a moment the septon felt tempted to express the contempt he felt for whatever uses a Stark prince might have for soiling himself with sorcery and magic. Then he remembered the scars on his back, and the cost he was willing to pay so long as the work he was striving for could win out. All men are hypocrites, and that's no less true for myself. So he answered neutrally, not meeting the northern prince's eyes. "I can't argue against its uses...I'm just left wondering which party is used more in its practice: the magic or those who wield it." He filled the cup of Prince Benjen once more, he felt like getting drunk tonight.
"Tell me truthfully, my prince. How can I be of the most use to our respective Houses in this conflict? I am sworn to Casterly Rock, and ultimately to peace and stability in Westeros, but those interests currently align with Eddard's Rest."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 21:12:59 GMT -5
Benjen shrugged his shoulders. "Gods know, it's not up to me. You'd have to speak to my father, or better a follower of the Seven. Just stay south of the Neck," He adds with a chuckle.
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 21:14:25 GMT -5
Martyn leaned back and winked at the Northern Prince, "You're always welcome in my sept, Prince Benjen. Sooooo, even White Harbour's out-of-bounds?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 21:21:03 GMT -5
"If you can make it there without dying, then sure," Benjen stated, then thought. "No, we've plenty of captured Reach lords who need a talking to. I've changed my mind, you're coming with me to the host."
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 21:29:40 GMT -5
"A better prospect than getting eaten and shat-out by a pissed off Lord of Winterfell," Martyn said, "when do we leave?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 21:31:03 GMT -5
"On the morrow," Benjen responded, downing his drink. "So best not drink too much, otherwise it'll be a hard day for you." He grinned.
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