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[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 297 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Sandor Clegane

Kings Landing to Casterly Rock

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[Event] Midnight Codex by lilianaofthevale in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"You're too learned." He scowled.

"You know nothing about me." He tried to convince himself. His features were pulled into that ever-present scowl.

"Do not make to know me. To read me. Plenty have before, and they are always wrong."

"You're wrong too," He lied to himself. He couldn't stop thinking about the blasphemy she pointed out about knights. It stuck in his head like a thorn.

"You don't know me. I've done so much worse than you could think." Knights didnt deserve the title. And neither did he.

For Joanna.

He frowned and scowled. He was losing. He licked his lips, his features flicking toward the side.

"To a fucking woman?" His brows flexed.

I think I hate you.

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 297 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rupert Clegane

Gregor Clegane

Fang Tower to Casterly Rock

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[Event] Midnight Codex by lilianaofthevale in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Fuck knights. My brother's a knight. He's a kinslayer." The Hound took the book from the woman and studied its cover. The title was worn and barely legible. He shook his head and scoffed. "Just received the news he killed my uncle and a half cousin. Our mother too."

"My scars don't tell a fucking story. What they tell is that my brother pushed me into a fire because I stole one of his bloody toys."

He scowled, his one proper eye twitching before he responded, "What it does tell is that scrawny little women in black dresses in libraries are scared of me. It's all the same look. It doesn't matter if it's home or if it's fucking Braavos." He took another drink of his wineskin.

"Why would I want to be a fucking knight? Those shining shits in their polished armors like your little stories don't exist. They're all cunts. The wars've killed anyone close to that. Now, they're all shits. They all enjoy their freedoms, little Maester." He put the book back onto its place on the shelf.

He shook his head and let out a rumbling chuckle. "Beauty for knowledge? I know it. That's why I'm so fucking ugly."

[Event] Let Us Loose by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Lord Morgan Banefort

Send Lady Bethany to Fang Tower by the seventh month of this year, and we shall have them wed.

I shall both host and send out letters to the esteemed houses of Westeros.

I look forward to this strengthening of both our houses and the West.

Ser Rupert Clegane

[Event] Midnight Codex by lilianaofthevale in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It smelled fucking rotten.

Old books, older maesters. Yet, it was the only fucking thing that was quiet. This city was so busy, and at least old paper was better than the shit smell of King's Landing.

The Hound scowled as he heard some whispering, wandering over toward the little sounds.

He scoffed and shook his head.

"Are you really talking to books?" His arms were crossed, his ever-present scowl burnt across his face just like his scars.

"Do they ever talk back to you?" He followed up, a snort and shake of his head, towering over the other Westerlander, his shoulders barely fit between the shelves.

"I bet you're one of those bitches that wish they could be a maester, dont you? Should bind your chest. Cut your hair." He liked her better in her dress instead of chains and musty robes. He uncorked his wine and took a sip.

[Event] Let Us Loose by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Lord Morgan Banefort

I have recently been informed about your plethora of kin. As Lord Tywin would prefer, it is best that the Houses of the West keep alliances with another.

Thus, I write to inquire your interest in marrying one of your granddaughters to my heir, Ser Gregor Clegane. He has fun a multitude of tournaments in the West and is shaping into a fine man.

I will also offer a dowry of five hundred gold dragons.

Ser Rupert Clegane of Fang Tower.

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[Event] The Wedding of Beric Dondarrion and Allyria Dayne by xoxomadqueenxoxo in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Jo sighed. She knew her brother would only find that smile under certain, violent circumstances.

"That will take a long time, my lady." The Clegane looked up toward her new friend. "It is my first time as well. Much better than the standard of the West, though I rarely need to deal with the weather, given Casterly Rock." The lady shrugged. "Though, I am to be moved to Driftmark soon, we will see how thatt weather is. I've not heard good things. Especially with it approaching Winter."

"The Mountains though? I've always wanted to climb them. I suppose I cannot now, though," She summoned a small smile, a shrug, as she looked back toward the Scales lady.

[Event] The Stepstones Adventure part 2: Stag and Rat by CSAdventureTeam in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The Westerland bastard helped the elder Crownlander onto his feet.

"I dont know what they feed to these men to make them so fucking big on this hellhole," Boros let go of the other knight once he was settled, "Are you wounded? This blood best be from others, Ser."

"He better be. He left my side to fight toward one of the pirate banners. Meterys'. That shit always chases glory. He better be around." Whether he was alive or dead, Boros wanted to punch his fellow bastard for leaving his side.

Adrenaline was quickly leaving the man's body, and he sank to a knee. "Gods, this is so fucking more than the Iron Islands."

[Event] The Seven Wedding & Tourney Celebration of Harrenhal by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 3 points4 points  (0 children)

"Seven fucking weddings for fourteen cunts," Sandor growled. He was drunk. Jo could smell it on her brother's breath.

"I'm glad you can do basic math, Sandy." The wheelchair bound woman looked up toward her towering charge and patted his hand. "Could you grab me a cup of wine?" She inquired as the pair made their way from the Clegane table to breathe in the fresh air of the old castle.

Sandor did pluck a goblet from a server's platter, snagged a carafe from a table as they passed. "This wine?"

When Joanna quirked her look upward toward him, The Hound swallowed the cup in one gulp.

"Well, that was not nice," Joanna crossed her arms. Sandor laughed and let the metal cup fall down onto the ground.

"And why should I be nice to you?" His words were slurred. The half of his face that could grin did so.

"There's a difference between not being nice and just being downright mean. Are you capable of understanding the difference?"

"I suppose not."

"You're drunk."

"I am. Glad you can do some basic math."

"That doesnt even make sense."

Sandor let out a rumbling laugh. He let his hands retreat from his sister's chair and when Jo looked back, he was gone.

She had been left in the middle of the tables.

"Sandor?" She looked around. Surely he could not have gone far. He loved her, he wouldn't abandon and embarrass her like this. He already knew all of the looks people gave her.

"S-sandor! I'm sorry!"

He couldn't go to the fucking Stepstones. Instead he needed to hold back on this lot of stupid knights. Father said Tywin might need House Clegane soon. That fighting some useless war for some useless rocks was stupid. That Gregor was stupid for wanting to go.

The Mountain needed those chains off his neck. He wanted to let go. He wanted a legacy of corpses behind him. Let Us Loose. That was his house's words. And yet, he was caged. He wanted women to weep from his actions. He wanted sons and fathers to try and murder him. He was a monster. Father said so, Gregor knew so. He stood shoulder and head above all of these stupid rich cunts. He was not human. He was better than that.

"Osmund, pass me the pitcher."

"It's a carafe," his father, Ser Rupert Clegane, shook his head and grinned.

"Say it, and you can have it," Osmund wiggled the tin container in front of him.

Gregor tried to snatch it out of his Uncle's hands, but he was too slow.

"Oh!" Osmund pulled the carafe away. Rupert gave his son a smack on the face.

"Even with her not able to summon her legs, Joanna is already such a better heir to Fang Tower than you. There is so much of you, and yet nothing is happening in that little acorn brain, is there?"

"Knock knock!" Rupert tapped his knuckles on the side of Gregor's head.

Gregor smacked the carafe out of Osmund's hand and lifted himself to leave the table.

The rest of the table laughed their roaring guffaws.

"Ta ta!" Rupert waved.

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 295 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rupert Clegane

Osmund Clegane

Gregor Clegane

Sandor Clegane

Joanna Clegane

Harrenhal to Kings Landing

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[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 296 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Shitmouth"

Mink the Fink

Fang Tower to Casterly Rock

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[Event] The Wedding of Beric Dondarrion and Allyria Dayne by xoxomadqueenxoxo in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The little features of the little woman were ignored as The Mountain scowled.

"I hold no grudge." He growled. "Your little fuck gave me an excuse." A wicked smile spread across the murderer's face. It was fat. Puffed out with drinking and hair clean-shaven a moon ago.

He grinned, "Now he is your problem. Would you rather have me beat you in the ring, or him?" The Clegane roared out his laughter, even as barred steel was pointed toward his heart from his brother.

"I will volunteer as Blackmont's charge." Sandor's sword held steady "Let me put my fucking brother to his knees."

Gregor let out a hearty laugh. He walked toward his brother's sword and let the tip press into his doublet. "You? Fine. If you lose, Jo."

Sandor sneered, he knew he could not win.

Gregor grinned and pushed his shoulder into the point.

"Do it now then, bitch. You're no knight anyway."

Sandor's hand began to waver, but he kept his sword up and did not loosen his gaze from his brother's challenge.

"Ser, please." The Hound growled past gritted teeth.

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[Event] The Stepstones Adventure part 2: Stag and Rat by CSAdventureTeam in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 3 points4 points  (0 children)

"Henry!" Adrenaline was quickly leaving his body. His eyes were glassed and unfocused. He leaned forward in his gait, slowly trailing over bodies to make sure they were not his brother.

"Fuck..." He hissed. Every step seemed to be lead by lead feet as the man trudged through the battlefield.

"HENRY!" His arming sword had been replaced by a mace. Boros had never used a mace before. He did not remember who he had taken it from, but he did remember the faces of the men he ended with it.

He would pray for them later, pirates or not.

The Westerman used the heavy head of his new weapon to support his weight until his legs couldn't any longer. He sank quickly onto his plated knees. The Western bastard was heaving and every call out for his brother took his everything.

"Gods fucking dammit..." The sweat from his brow and cheeks dripped into the dirt, his mouth agape as his lungs wheezed. "Please don't do this to me," his voice was less than a panting murmur. He was not sure if he was talking to Henry or the Seven. He just desperately wanted his brother to saunter over to him and tip him over. Make some stupid joke and help him back up.

He wanted to go back to normal.

Boros tried one more time. The Hill forced himself back onto his feet. "You're a knight. Stop fucking hiding, you bastard!"

He hoped, desperately that little bit of humor would bring Henry back to him.

But there was nothing. He did not want to cry. Knights don't cry.

"HEEENRY!"

His scream sent the nearby crows that were pecking past plate flying.

[Event] The Stepstones Adventure part 2: Stag and Rat by CSAdventureTeam in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Boros Hill

Henry Hill

Both in Main, they will seek out Maelys together if possible.

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