Robert Chapter II [Voice]

[stagstrong]

What is the use of these damned vendors? I’ve no shortage of gold in my own keep, but these stubborn fools won’t take my word for promise of payment. Not even the bloody bank of Braavos is as hard nosed as these damned fools. The closets are little better. I've tried a dozen times to find a bow or spear for hunting, but all I have to show for it is are there tiny wooden sticks.

[Toothpicks! Why does he need toothpicks? Is he supposed to be hunting moths? He groans, rubbing his temple at the growing frustration of negotiating with the people who occupy this pace. It’s part of a larger symptom in that he simply craves some action, whether it’s fighting or fucking, he’s not picky.]

What this place could use is decent entertainment. We have a tavern, aye. But a sad one at that. But where are the tourneys? The action? Gods, but what I wouldn't do for a melee now. Seven hells, but I’ll end up fat and soft if I’m expected to live like this much longer. My armor will rust before it sees use again.

[A moment's pause. He adds testily:] And to anyone who might ask, I have no wish to read anything.

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[wolfwild]

Rusted armour does not sound so awful, Lord Robert.

[ who knows where she is! not nearby, that's certain. tucked away in some hidey-hole or out in the woods or maybe once again on the roof. all that's truthfully important is that she's well out of his company. and has been with increasing frequency of late, as if every day made her feel bolder and safer and less dependent upon his protection. ]

Quite the contrary! It sounds like a herald of peace. [ let your armour rust! at the very least, she will not squire so much as to scour it back to shining brightness. such work does not appeal to her as all the rest. ]

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[stagstrong]

[Her absence has been... noted. As much as he tries to push himself into her company, of late he's found himself more alone than he'd like. He could drink and he could eat when she was off on her own excursions, but what else? He couldn't hunt with a hammer, nor was it as interesting to hunt alone without competition and companionship. It was all so very, very dull.]

Peace! Peace is tournaments between the great realms. This is no sort of peace at all, my lady.

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[wolfwild]

A tournament would not be so unwelcome, I suppose. But no talk of melees. I beg of you. They are such a bore. I've only seen the one tourney, perhaps, but I can already say the rest of them would be better if every competition was a joust.

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[favourthebow]

A tournament! That could be fun to do! Maybe you would find more people who would like to join one.

As for weapons, I managed to get a decent bow and arrows from the closet myself, as well as a sword and a couple of daggers.

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[stagstrong]

Someone with sense at last! Yes, a tourney! Do you tilt or do you prefer the melee? Bah, it matters little, there aren't horses enough for a true joust.

As for weapons, you've been luckier than I. Is there some secret to gaining what you like?

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[favourthebow]

That is true, and I'm afraid I am not tall enough for a joust; that is the sport of Men. But a fight on foot with some kind of weapons I can do, if we can get some from the closets. And perhaps for the archers we could do a shooting competition! [ Excitedly he continues, scooting to the edge of his seat and closer to the camera. ] Oh! What of hunting? If we manage not to get too lost into the forest, I know there is some game there. I have managed to get some myself.

I've no idea, honestly, perhaps I am just lucky. I simply did as I was told: I pictured as well as I could a weapon I wanted, and I got it. Maybe you think of the weapons you had at home too much? Because you cannot ask for those.

[widows_kiss]

Reading might do you some good, though.

[She can't help but add it, just because he sounds so annoyed over it.]

I'm not sure about a tourney, but there are people who sparr and practice most days, if you're feeling the need to hack and slash at something.

[stagstrong]

If I had more than branches to practice with. A warhammer is a poor weapon for sparring.

[Unless the sparring partner fancies having their chest caved in if they get hit once. Armor or no armor.]

[widows_kiss]

I'd have to agree, yes. Don't you have anything smaller? I take it your closet is being difficult?

You could always try hand-to-hand.

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[alayne]

[ it is an odd fear for alayne stone, to face him. an odd, silly, fear for lord robert baratheon is not the fat, drunk king sansa had known and thus, he does not know sansa. he would not see any trace of her in alayne.

and still, she is fearful. she approaches him out of love for her aunt and when she does, she is meek and gentle. a little bird in the face of a bear. ]

Mayhaps my Lord would care to explore the grounds? there is much to see, I have heard. If there is no bow in the closest, there might be hands capable enough of crafting one. Has my Lord attempted to seek a craftsman?

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[stagstrong]

Ah, now there's a thought. Better to have a bow crafted for my own hands. A good thought. What's your name, girl?

[She called him Lord, which is more than what... well, anyone does. She must know him or know someone who does.]

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[alayne]

Alayne, my Lord. Alayne Stone, if it pleases you.

[ she curtsies, an awkward gesture from beyond the device. this man was a friend of Lord Eddard Stark, Sansa's Lord Father; but he is much younger, now. He would not have heard her name, there would be no cause to gather up the courage to use it. ]

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[heavensmostadorable]

I expect you'll change your mind about the lack of entertainment after the next event.

[Those are often action-full enough and...well. You can't complain about things being boring then.

Samandriel pauses for a moment, seeming to consider all he's heard over again, and finds himself curious about something.]

Why is it that it sounds as though you find violence and little else to be entertaining?

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[stagstrong]

[The last event escaped Robert's notice and the one before that had been so bored he was now emotionally scarred. So he remained skeptical.]

There's many things more to enjoy. Wine and a woman's touch can be just as good as a good scrap. But I've my betrothed to think of.

[And you don't get to just drag your betrothed to bed like a tavern girl. It's a problem.]

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[heavensmostadorable]

[...Oh. That's not quite the response he expected. Samandriel's a little fuzzy on human activities and euphemisms, but he's pretty sure he knows what's meant by a woman's touch.

It makes him a little awkward.]

Ah. I-I see. Though that still doesn't hold much diversity... [Is that the right word to use here.] Perhaps you should attempt..."branching out", as they say?

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[justguidelines]

That be because the vendors of this godforsaken place nary take gold. Memories be their coin, and only the most foolish would be eager to pay that toll willingly.

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[stagstrong]

Memories! What a damned fool thing to want. Why should they care to have my memories? Do they not have their own fond memories of squatting on chamber pots to warm them in the night?

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[justguidelines]

Because it be our memories as feed this place, or did the welcoming party not inform you of that little tid bit.

[scorchedlily]

Perhaps you're not asking it the right questions. I had no trouble securing what I wanted.

[stagstrong]

Mayhaps. What might the right sort of question be?

[scorchedlily]

Did you ask it for a specific type of weapon? Or did you generalise, and leave it open to interpretation?

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[unsullies]

[ It's all very ironic, isn't it? Knowing he will, in fact, end up fat and soft. Though she's still more wary around Robert than anything, Dany can't help but harbor a contentment for the man who helped to exterminate her family. ]

What sort of vendors would they be if they offered service in exchange for only a promise of payment? These natives know nothing of our own integrity, however true.

[ Or untrue. ]

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[stagstrong]

[Ah, the Valyrian girl. He'd almost forgotten all about her.]

They would be decent vendors. I'm told now these damned fools want memories as payment.

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[rues]

[ finally, a broadcast clarisse can relate to, instead of regarding it with her usual sarcastic attitude. she can completely agree that it's boring as hell around here without some kind of tournament to keep them occupied and entertained. she'd be the first one to sign up for something like that. ]

You could say that again. This place could really use some kind of gladiator tournament. Hell, I'd settle for a chariot race. Even a game of Capture the Flag. Something more exciting than just sparring with trees.

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[stagstrong]

Bah, gladiator tournaments! Rich men turning their slaves against one another. What manner of competition is that? I'll have no part of such things. Give me a joust or a melee, where men test their steel no matter how thick their purses are.

[Of course, he assumes it matters little to her. Spectators gonna spectate.]