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"Honor bends nor breaks, milady," Ser Jarl replies to her question. Her response did nothing to settle his concerns about Ser Gough's intent. But there was nothing he could do, save enjoy the sight of the lady as she leaves. Once that is attended to, Ser Jarl makes his way to the great hall.

Jarl returns Dawlyn's look. He walks towards the woman with even, deliberate steps. "Is everything alright?" the knight asks. "Ser Gough does not appear to be himself. Perhaps the battle and Ser Patrek's sudden death has upset him?" Ser Jarl knows that is not the reason, but Gough is dangerous...

Ser Jarl fussed with his items in his room, more interested in keeping the thoughts out of his head than actual organizing. Damn it all. This will look bad, especially if this becomes an issue with Palla. Calm yourself. Corbray sponsored Laton, he knows treachery isn't in the Vantri blood. Ser...

"Battle frequently allows time to think," Jarl says to the boy. "I've fought many a foe. It's not what the tales would have you believe, is it?" The truth was that sometimes it was. But no one ever sand about raids or executions. Ser Jarl considers having some words with Ser Gough, but the...

Ser Jarl acknowledges the praise of the others sincerely, but without enthusiasm. The battle was not the glorious clash sang about. The clansmen attacked like cowards, and the response from the caravan had been overwhelming. Running down men on foot from the advantage of horseback was no great...

Ser Jarl sees the clansmen turn and flee, their ambush having failed horribly. Ser Jarl positions himself between the caravan and the fleeing barbarians, on guard in case the retreat is a feint. He hears the someone shouting for the maester, and silently asks the Warrior to ward off the Stranger.

Ser Jarl raises his shield from the oncoming barrage. The rocks thud against the wood of his shield. "Someone cut that sellsword loose!" he barks, thinking that keeping Agorn tied up isn't worth other dying. Looking around, the knight sees Ser Laton and Roy outnumbered. Ignoring the slingers...

First off, I'm thoroughly pleased with my opening attack.:D But getting back to the intent of this post, perhaps we should PM Shaggy and Jackslate and ask them if they're still interested? Nothing draws in derelict RPers like the smell of combat.

As the cry of 'Blood Goats!' roars from the mob pouring out of the woods, Ser Jarl turns his horse to face them, his eyes locking on the large clansman. He spurs his rounsey forward, charging the brute with his lance aimed towards the barbarian's chest. I spend a greater action to charge the...

Ser Jarl reflected on the situation. A lie of vengeance to hide a robbery. Or a robbery to throw the scent off the true purpose of murder? Perhaps mere opportunity. The idea the sellsword would loot a man he'd murdered for reasons of the heart was well within the realm of possible. Still, the...

"A good idea Mhyrko. But we shouldn't wander too far afield. Even without the sellsword, this place holds danger," Jarl replied to his cousin. Jarl glanced down briefly at the corpse. His curiosity satisfied, he returned his gaze to their surroundings. He wondered who used to call this place...

Ser Jarl struggled to keep his mouth shut as he overheard bits and pieces of Ser Gough's story. He was half tempted to charge him with his lance. Ser Jarl sincerely hoped he would get to tilt against the fat oaf. Or maybe a duel. It gave the knight no small amount of amusement imagining his...

Ser Jarl breathed a sigh of relief. "Honor bends nor breaks, Milady," he said. "And we'll have no shortage of warriors for this leg of the trip." Jarl stepped up from the table. "It'll be good to have a smith at the tourney. As for the septon, we need to find him quickly. Once this becomes...

Gurthngwaw, I did reply. Read my post directly preceding your last post in the IC thread. I had made a decision. I've been waiting for reaction posts from other nobles.

I'm still interested in the campaign. I've been waiting for a response in the IC thread. Dr. Z is normally pretty quick with the responses, so I'm surprised we haven't heard from him. I think one of the issues is that we're in an intrigue heavy part of the adventure, and our only...

I have some quick questions/ideas about the current brouhaha we're in, and general schemes to strengthen our house (Ser Jarl may be honor bound, but I'm a sneaky jerk). -Jacelynn is the current rightful heir to House Weatherly. When Lady Palla's child is born, will it become the rightful heir...

"Millady," Ser Jarl began. "We have sworn to protect you, and we will not abandon those oaths. We shall escort you to the tournament and vouch for your child's birthright. There is likely to be some difficulty from the Lynderlys and Weatherlys. Who was the septon who wed you? If we could find...

Ser Jarl entered the common room, taking a seat at the table where his nephew and Ser Patrek sat and greeting them with a nod. He judged from the daggers Jacelynn was shooting out of her eyes that Laton had informed the knight of the truth. The point past, Jarl decided he had to focus on keeping...

Ser Jarl sat silently on his bed, dressed for the ride ahead of him. His hands rested on his knees, his expression lost in thought. Last night's sleep had been restful after all he head been through, but he remembered fragments of a dream that trouble him. It was of an infant falling off a...

As a heads up, I'll be hard to reach between the 30th and the 7th.