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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2023 4:04:46 GMT -5
WIP
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2023 10:19:06 GMT -5
A dozen men gallop into the valley of the Nine Stars, parading the black and green of the Waynwoods.
The Lord of Ironoaks himself had come; dashing and red haired Lord Eustace, leading a troupe of similarly fine looking and richly dressed men.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 15, 2023 10:38:52 GMT -5
A raven arrives, bringing a summons by Lord Arryn to Henry Templeton to come to the Eyrie.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2023 16:09:58 GMT -5
A dozen men gallop into the valley of the Nine Stars, parading the black and green of the Waynwoods. The Lord of Ironoaks himself had come; dashing and red haired Lord Eustace, leading a troupe of similarly fine looking and richly dressed men. The portcullis was raised and the bridge lowered. The courtyard was wide and beautifully framed by tall and wide buildings of fine trace and fabric. There was a huge round tower, the holdfast, but next to it stood a more recent building, a fine palatine estructure, with tall and glass-covered windows, elaborate stone work and nine chimneys. Lord Henry left the main building, wearing a fancy cut doublet, with rubies and long sleeves. The shoes had long toes and he wore a jewelled purse.
"Lord Waynwood! Uncle mine!"Around his feet were two greyhounds and with him came relatives -including a woman of similar age and coloring- and retainers.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2023 3:48:19 GMT -5
“Hail, Ser Hotspur..”
Eustace raised a gloved hand in greeting to the Knight of Ninestars, green eyes lingering on the women for a moment. A groom took his horse as he dismounted, a sturdy red stallion bred from his own stables.
”Fine weather for hunting, nay? These bitches must see some work.” Eustace went over to fuss one of the hounds.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2023 5:27:49 GMT -5
"Aye, aye"
Said Lord Templeton.
"But I'd rather not ruin my current clothing, Waynwood. I'll have to don something more fitting"
He said, making reference to the unpractical outfit he wore. The young woman speaks as well.
"Uncle, welcome to Ninestars, what brings you this far from home?"
Margery Templeton was nimble and lean, and looked much like Hotspur, but will less of a prominent nose.
"Besides my hunting grounds. Only that bastard of Hunter has anything better"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2023 8:25:46 GMT -5
”Enjoying my freedom, my lady.” Eustace grinned, kissing his niece’s hand. Margery was perhaps half the size of her aunt and thrice as pleasing on the eye. It was not difficult for him to picture her naked.
”My cousin, the arseling of the Vale, has summoned me to appear before him. A brisk ride will keep me awake during his over pious lectures.”” He said, as he turned back to Templeton. ”I imagine he wants to buy my support, and then make a great show of his honour by making it a gift to me.”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2023 9:25:17 GMT -5
”Enjoying my freedom, my lady.” Eustace grinned, kissing his niece’s hand. Margery was perhaps half the size of her aunt and thrice as pleasing on the eye. It was not difficult for him to picture her naked. ”My cousin, the arseling of the Vale, has summoned me to appear before him. A brisk ride will keep me awake during his over pious lectures.”” He said, as he turned back to Templeton. ”I imagine he wants to buy my support, and then make a great show of his honour by making it a gift to me.” Margery noticed his eyes lusting over her, but if she felt unease, she concealed it. Manners are the maiden's armor. It is known. "Let's go inside, while I change clothes. My sister will go back to her... chores"She frowned, but nodded and left, acompanied by Septa Trisa, a well-shaped and comely septa who exchanged a dangerously indecent gaze with Templeton himself. Harry chats while they crossed halls and mounted stairs, until Waynwood and him were alone -for nobleborn standards, meaning there were a handful men in attendance, only-. Servants started undressing Hotspur. "Lord Arryn had to break his skull and his nephew burn for Denys to get the seat. If Arryns had been less... flaccid, we wouldn't find ourselves in this situation"He said, repliying Waynwood while the servant unlaced the doublet. "...It is to be expected, uncle. I share your feelings there"Added Harry.
"A raven arrived to Ninestars, instructing me to do the same. To be honest, I have little wish to ride all the way up there. Cold is getting... too much"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2023 9:37:28 GMT -5
Eustace snorted derisively.
”If my uncle knew how to please a woman he’d have had seven sons instead of daughters, and a Waynwood would now sit on the Falcon’s Throne. Or maybe it’s the Arryn blood. All that mountain air weakens the seed.”
They had been remarkably unfortunate in that regard. Jon had been as sterile as an old goat; he’d ploughed the Tully girl every night of the month they spent in Stoney Sept and it had yielded no result. Now the news was that she was being married off again. A shame she was spoiled goods, or else Waynwood might have gone for her hand himself - but he wanted no man’s leavings, defiled by one man and widow of another.
”I see no reason not to go and twist the Falcon’s tail.” Waynwood said, inspecting his fingernails as Templeton’s servants dressed him. ”He’s ploughed my cousin into farming him another whelp, I hear. A girl, this time. Let us pray little Osric - Gods, stupid name - survives longer than his kinsmen. Or else our support might come to be pricey indeed.”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2023 9:48:51 GMT -5
"Either that or they bred badly and now they're like dogs who mounted their own mothers. The pups are hardly good for anything"
Said Templeton. The servant was getting rid of the embroidered chemise, uncovering the very lean and athletic chest underneath.
"I don't remember when was the last time an Arryn lass ruled. Who cares, must have been under my grandfather or something. This is only interesting for the flaccid chained men"
The silent servant clad his lord with a thick woolen shirt and then a leathern doublet, hardened.
"A shame your uncle didn't have another lass available. I lack bride and kids, and a lad with Arryn blood would be good enough"
He overtly touched his codpiece, putting it in place.
"And he in turn would sire a dozen more lads. Templetons never were lacking in that department, I have like two scores of fucking cousins. Only my father was moronic enough to shit himself to death before he made more whelps. But, all the better, none to share my coin with"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2023 10:14:55 GMT -5
”A shame. Seven he fathered, and only four still live.”
Eustace replied nonchalantly.
”I can’t remember their damned names, all called Alys or Alyssa. One is married to Upcliffe, but his cock works even less than Lord Jon’s. Might as well be a bloody eunuch.” He claimed she was infertile. A child of seven, infertile! He clicked his tongue. ”She should have married you instead. Those girls know how to spread their legs, I tell you.”
He chuckled at his own jape.
”Our sweet Denys has had no trouble filling my cousin’s belly. Perhaps he’s not an Arryn after all.”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2023 11:21:17 GMT -5
”A shame. Seven he fathered, and only four still live.”Eustace replied nonchalantly. ”I can’t remember their damned names, all called Alys or Alyssa. One is married to Upcliffe, but his cock works even less than Lord Jon’s. Might as well be a bloody eunuch.” He claimed she was infertile. A child of seven, infertile! He clicked his tongue. ”She should have married you instead. Those girls know how to spread their legs, I tell you.”He chuckled at his own jape. ”Our sweet Denys has had no trouble filling my cousin’s belly. Perhaps he’s not an Arryn after all.” Said Templeton, lacing his leathern breeches, while the servant dutyfully bought a pair of tall boots.
"Upcliffe is a cursed moron. And his lands are worthless. What a horrid match, don't know who wanted to make your cousin Lady of Rocks and Seagulls..."
Henry pinched his manservant's ass as he leaned to place the boots in place. He didn't show much concern about ploughing a man from time to time. There was no shame on doing it. "She should become a widow and get herself a new cock to play with. I assure you she would be satisfied after a single night"
He clicked his tongue. "And, then, you deflowered one, arsehole. She was a good one, and now she's wasted. Your father wasn't too bright either, I would have gladly married her, who cares if you fucked her first. We have done that before"Waynwood had taken his "nephew" on his first venture when he was but ten and four. Had taught him how to use cock, fingers and tongue. "He was what? Fifth cousin to Lord Arryn? It's more likely that we inherit Winterfell"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2023 11:35:59 GMT -5
At the mention of Arya, Waynwood’s mouth twisted into a sneering grin.
”My father was an old fool who couldn’t shit without excusing his honour. It was the child that buggered me. The bitch was a good ride, but should have drank the damned moon tea.”
Old Eustace did not think it was proper for him to marry his own cousin, whether pregnant with his bastard or not. So off she went to a Septa’s house.
”But my father is dead now. She must be bored of old dried up women preaching. Arya was always wet as Spring for a real man.”
The seeds of an idea seemed to spring in his head.
”No High Septon now, either.”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 17, 2023 3:01:41 GMT -5
"She should have drank it and getting rid of it to save face. And now she would still be bugging you"
The boots ready, Templeton was offered a cloak and a hunting knife, long and sharp, with bone pommel.
"No Most Devouts either. All blown up in smoke and charred pieces..."
He stood and walked in circles.
"Would be shame if someone dared to... Of course"
Hotspur smiled.
"Would you...? We totally could. If you know where she is. I bet she would be more than willing"
Templeton touched his codpiece.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 17, 2023 10:49:10 GMT -5
"A house near Gulltown, if I recall. She tried to have me visit and see the whelp, but he died of a fever before the year was out."
Eustace replied. Not that he would have. Infants were loathsome beasts.
"She would. Always was a slut, even in Septa's robes." He said darkly. "Still young, and fertile enough to father you sons."
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