So I've been away from a computer for a few days so I haven't been able to coordinate on the chat thing, but I wouldn't mind if someone made up a relationship they built with Bear or his sister over the past few days.
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Beregard spent much of the past few days separated from the other wards. He just wasn't used to interacting with so many people his age, especially not people of such high rank. Beregard hadn't spent much time around the lady wards, but he had at least gotten familiar with the males. Bear found Morgan and Toran relatively normal for lordly kids; that is to say, he didn't quite like them. Morgan was too arrogant for Bear's taste, and Toran was too... flashy. Bear did like Willem, from what he saw. Willem seemed to appreciate the fact that there was more to the world than the inside of a castle.
Belinda herself did not talk much with the wards. The age difference alone made her uninterested in the kids. Plus, she got angry watching them run around, so ignorant of the real world.
Bear walked into the breakfast hall, talking quietly with Belinda. Although Alianne's question was not directed at him, he answered anyway. Bear was noticeably more confident around other people if Belinda was with him. Alone, he probably would have sat far away from the others and eaten in silence, but together they sat in the center of the hall.
"I won't be participating in the jousting, myself. I just don't see the point in it. We're never going to need those skills on a real battlefield."
"He's also terrible at it," Belinda said. "Our grandmother could knock him off his horse. I think she did, actually, back when she still could see. Not until after her hearing went, though."
"Anyways, I hope there's an archery competition myself. That's the only thing I'd have a shot at," Bear stated.
Belinda herself did not talk much with the wards. The age difference alone made her uninterested in the kids. Plus, she got angry watching them run around, so ignorant of the real world.
Bear walked into the breakfast hall, talking quietly with Belinda. Although Alianne's question was not directed at him, he answered anyway. Bear was noticeably more confident around other people if Belinda was with him. Alone, he probably would have sat far away from the others and eaten in silence, but together they sat in the center of the hall.
"I won't be participating in the jousting, myself. I just don't see the point in it. We're never going to need those skills on a real battlefield."
"He's also terrible at it," Belinda said. "Our grandmother could knock him off his horse. I think she did, actually, back when she still could see. Not until after her hearing went, though."
"Anyways, I hope there's an archery competition myself. That's the only thing I'd have a shot at," Bear stated.
I could write a book on the rumors that sprouted from the lives of the Bear and the Boar. Here are some of the more common ones...
1. Beregard is mentally unstable, some terrible beast of a human to have been banished to all of these awful, dark lands.
2. The real Beregard died years ago, and his mother Osyra has been propagating this elaborate fantasy to keep the memory of her child alive - as a brave, wild hunter - just what he wanted to be.
3. Belinda is really a R'hlloran witch from the Far East, who has kidnapped the Baratheon boy and is manipulating him.
4. Beregard was in training to become some sort of assassin for the Baratheons.
5. Whatever the real Beregard is doing out in the world, he's still doing it. The boy sent to the Red Keep is not him. He's a duplicate. Osyra hates the Targaryens; why would she submit to their request so willingly?
6. Beregard isn't out in the world doing something as meaningless as hunting; he must be doing something with meaning. What if he's training to be a general for a second Baratheon rebellion? What if Osyra disowns Boremund and makes Bear the heir, giving him the power as an unknown wildcard in a war against the throne?
1. Beregard is mentally unstable, some terrible beast of a human to have been banished to all of these awful, dark lands.
2. The real Beregard died years ago, and his mother Osyra has been propagating this elaborate fantasy to keep the memory of her child alive - as a brave, wild hunter - just what he wanted to be.
3. Belinda is really a R'hlloran witch from the Far East, who has kidnapped the Baratheon boy and is manipulating him.
4. Beregard was in training to become some sort of assassin for the Baratheons.
5. Whatever the real Beregard is doing out in the world, he's still doing it. The boy sent to the Red Keep is not him. He's a duplicate. Osyra hates the Targaryens; why would she submit to their request so willingly?
6. Beregard isn't out in the world doing something as meaningless as hunting; he must be doing something with meaning. What if he's training to be a general for a second Baratheon rebellion? What if Osyra disowns Boremund and makes Bear the heir, giving him the power as an unknown wildcard in a war against the throne?
"I look like a... a sycophant." Beregard muttered as he waddled through the streets of King's Landing in his noble attire. The young lord hadn't worn such an attire since his brother's eighteenth nameday celebration. All of the cloth, the padding, the layers... Beregard was entirely out of his element. He had ridden from Storm's End in his normal clothing, but he was required to change before even setting sights on the Red Keep.
Behind him, a sharp laugh echoed through the streets. "You look like a high-price whore," Belinda heckled, "on his way to fuck the king." The bastard of Baratheon had a spring in her step today; probably from seeing her brother paraded about like he was. Belinda herself was not dressed like a noblewoman; she wore pants, a tight wool tunic, and a leather coat. Over her shoulder was a dark bow, white engravings dancing up the sides. Belinda was the only one accompanying Bear; those loyal to the Baratheons in the city insisted he have a long list of servants and guards, but Bear assured them he needed only his sister.
"At least I won't be housed in the kennels," Bear retorted. "We don't need to announce our arrival because they've smelled you already." Anyone who observed the siblings walking in the streets would have a relatively complete understanding of their relationship; the two remained incredibly close, but their way of showing affection was... unique, at best. There was no malice behind their words, just playful banter.
"I just don't get it," Bear confessed after a few more blocks of silent waddling. "My mother has me trained from near birth by her secret lover - the father of her bastard - and then sends me out of the continent for most of my young life. And, what? This is the endgame? Being a hostage of a King whose name I really have trouble remembering? Am I supposed to teach King Daemon how to stop being so foppish?"
"Our mother sees things different than most," Belinda said quietly. "As did my father. Everything they do, they do for a reason. And I told you never to question that while we're here." Bear just pouted, and the rest of the walk was silent.
When Bear finally reached the gates of the Red Keep, he sighed in exasperated relief. "Thank God! You there!" He hollered to the nearest guard. "I am Beregard Baratheon, son of Osyra Baratheon, Lady Paramount of the Stormlands. I have this sigil, here," Bear pointed to an empty spot on his chest.
"It's pinned on your cloak," Belinda offered.
"Here then," Bear spun around and showed the guards the silver stag, the official seal of House Baratheon. "I think that does it? If so, please take us to King Daenor."
The guards exchanged a curious glance before stopping Beregard from proceeding. "Who's the woman?" One asked. "We can't let someone like that into the keep."
"I am Lady Fuck You, personal guard to Beregard Baratheon. Now, we're on order of the king. Let us pass or I will deliver your disloyal heads at his feet when I meet him."
Beregard nodded. "Yeah, she's with me."
The gate swung open, and the Baratheons entered the Red Keep.
Behind him, a sharp laugh echoed through the streets. "You look like a high-price whore," Belinda heckled, "on his way to fuck the king." The bastard of Baratheon had a spring in her step today; probably from seeing her brother paraded about like he was. Belinda herself was not dressed like a noblewoman; she wore pants, a tight wool tunic, and a leather coat. Over her shoulder was a dark bow, white engravings dancing up the sides. Belinda was the only one accompanying Bear; those loyal to the Baratheons in the city insisted he have a long list of servants and guards, but Bear assured them he needed only his sister.
"At least I won't be housed in the kennels," Bear retorted. "We don't need to announce our arrival because they've smelled you already." Anyone who observed the siblings walking in the streets would have a relatively complete understanding of their relationship; the two remained incredibly close, but their way of showing affection was... unique, at best. There was no malice behind their words, just playful banter.
"I just don't get it," Bear confessed after a few more blocks of silent waddling. "My mother has me trained from near birth by her secret lover - the father of her bastard - and then sends me out of the continent for most of my young life. And, what? This is the endgame? Being a hostage of a King whose name I really have trouble remembering? Am I supposed to teach King Daemon how to stop being so foppish?"
"Our mother sees things different than most," Belinda said quietly. "As did my father. Everything they do, they do for a reason. And I told you never to question that while we're here." Bear just pouted, and the rest of the walk was silent.
When Bear finally reached the gates of the Red Keep, he sighed in exasperated relief. "Thank God! You there!" He hollered to the nearest guard. "I am Beregard Baratheon, son of Osyra Baratheon, Lady Paramount of the Stormlands. I have this sigil, here," Bear pointed to an empty spot on his chest.
"It's pinned on your cloak," Belinda offered.
"Here then," Bear spun around and showed the guards the silver stag, the official seal of House Baratheon. "I think that does it? If so, please take us to King Daenor."
The guards exchanged a curious glance before stopping Beregard from proceeding. "Who's the woman?" One asked. "We can't let someone like that into the keep."
"I am Lady Fuck You, personal guard to Beregard Baratheon. Now, we're on order of the king. Let us pass or I will deliver your disloyal heads at his feet when I meet him."
Beregard nodded. "Yeah, she's with me."
The gate swung open, and the Baratheons entered the Red Keep.
@Emma again, thanks for the cool work you're putting into this. But I hope my comment didn't seem like it was suggesting/expecting you make a Baratheon family tree, it was just me thinking out loud.
@Emma That's really cool! And I think Beregard would be cousins with the Master of Whispers (Bear's father was Connington before you made him). These nobles, man. Their family trees are more like webs.
No, I'm pretty sure my characters discovered Littlefinger's teleporter from the show.
From Thursday-Sunday I'll be away from my computer. Would you mind if I made shorter posts then from my phone just to keep up my presence in the RP?
If you'd like, yes. When all the characters seem to be posted I'll update the "group" section in the OP.
I'm going to open up IC posting while waiting for stragglers. RP is still open to application.
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