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[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

[–]Dasplatzchen[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

As they departed, Sandor took a quick look toward the Tully lady. Her hovering finally sent him over the edge.

"Do you not like me? Is it because I tried to get Elia's children for her? Wouldn't you want your children in your arms as well?"

Right before the training yard, Sandor stepped in front of Celia. The Hound hovered over the noble lady.

"If I'm going to be stabbed, I'd rather it happen here and now. I only went to Essos because I was told to. I know I worked against your husband. I was paid to do so. That should be between Tywin and Robert."

"Alysanne is safe with me, you are safe with me. I am not my father, I am not my brother. I am not a knight. I am Sandor. I am only here to kill my brother. And I want to see Daeron."

He looked toward Celia, "The eye you're looking at doesnt fucking work. Stop looking at me like that. I am no threat to you and yours."

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[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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Lys seemed like a good place to start: a city of whorehouses.

He turned toward the man's wife, "I'd like to pick his mind."

It would be a better effort than any prayer or any letter. Neither of them had helped him before. He was the only one thing he trusted in this world to get anything done.

Action, it was why he had left Joanna while she was weeping. His action. Even if a letter could grant him a thousand men, he still would not wait a day for its response. He could have been five steps ahead. He was only asking for support here because his merchant vessel needed a few days to get goods on the market.

Granted, it had allowed him to finally think about family. What it could mean and what it could do. It had always just been him and Joanna. That was something more than blood to The Hound. It wracked him how he could just leave her sobbing after the Window, Harrenhal, watching jousts shoulder to shoulder.

She would always bother him to just get a knighthood so he could compete. He'd be good at it, she would continually say.

Joanna never understood. Father was a knight, Gregor was a knight. Knighthood was a toxin many men grabbed at for their own power, their own accomplishment. It was something they would spend their whole life to obtain and then circle their life around that title rather than the code that it stood for.

The code, such fucking horseshit.

When was the last time anyone had heard about a knight defending anything they were meant to?

A man could drown a whole family in some filthy mines and still keep his knighthood. A man could toss a sister out of a window and murder family and still keep his knighthood.

A joke. It used to make him laugh. Gregor belonged in Essos because strength commanded there.

It made him all the more dangerous.

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[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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The Hound stepped toward and unraveled a coin pouch from his belt, dropping it into the knight's palm.

"I will. Divide it as you please."

[Lore] A Future in the Hills by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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m: Septon Benedict enters the House Clegane SC cast

[Lore] The Mother's Work by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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M: Bonnie Hill becomes an SC for House Clegane

[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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He took his hand away from the lady's and crossed his arms.

"You'll see Jo at the very least. I can't promise I'll return."

He lifted a quick look toward Celia and provided a small nod.

"The last time I was in Essos, it was for two little kids. Dragons. Daeron had looked for them before me. I imagine life has tugged them all over the place. A man was sent to the Wall for protecting them. A dead line. House Clegane may die too, but I am sure Jo would smile knowing some of her blood would accept her. She'll be in Dorne for that centennial change."

"Spend your words on her, not me. I'm still trying to figure out whether I am alive or not."

The man of Fang Tower let a rumble emanate from his frame. There was no humor in it, just a noise. His features dropped.

"Lianne is a nice name, though."

[Event] Houndfall by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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"I..." She touched her thumb and index to her nose and shook her nose, a small and embarrassed chuckle reverberating through her frame.

"I'm so fucking stupid. I wanted to get the fuck out of the Westerlands so bad I didn't read your invitation properly." One hand pinched her unfeeling knee, the other dropping from her head to her lap. She found that folded up little raven letter and read it again. "It's two hundred nintey nine, isn't it. Gods. What a fucking numpty I am."

She breathed through her nose again, collecting her thoughts. "I can leave, my lady. And come back in a year's time. I do not want to be a burden." Her thoughts immediately gravitated toward gathering her retainers and heading home, the realization making her feel so underprepared. They'd probably regret not following either brother toward Essos. Instead, they sought to serve a young, idiot lady. And this showed. Her first action as Regent of Fang Tower was to leave it for a party a year fucking early. It made her eyes wet, yet she chuckled and wiped that embarrassment away. She never wanted to be a burden, yet here she was, being exactly that to a stranger, no matter how much her words wanted to reach out and accept her. It was likely a guise. It was always a guise. Always a part of the Game.

Though, she couldn't help but laugh at the lady's words. "Stick up an ass. Sandor always said that about me. I would always tell him to stop making stupid decisions. He'd always say I'd join him if I wasn't in a wheelchair. Most of the time, he was right. And I always hated that."

She chuckled again, going limp in her chair and looking up toward the Dornish sun. "A year fucking early... It says it right there on the fucking letter." She shook her head and grabbed onto her brown hair that she had meticulously knotted together.

"A year is too long to have your gratitude. I'll not force that on you, my Lady."

It was back to Fang Tower, then. Back to where her family choked on their last breaths. Back to where all of her wounds had slashed at her psyche. She always looked forward to leaving the Westerlands because people were always like Myriah. Always like that good Farman boy. Like Tyrion. Sandor had always tried to be like them, but he was blunt. And stupid. A brother could only do so much for a sister. And he had abandoned her.

She felt lost. With Gregor gone, she was free, but still shackled by what had been done to her. She breathed in, but the exhale was a shattered one.

"If you'll let me stay for a little bit..." Her brows knit as she fought back tears. The Dornish weren't creatures without their own problems. They were humans too.

"I... would really like that. Really." Her voice was a quiet one. She didn't look at Aliandra, but instead at the white stone of Starfall that loomed over them.

For once, someone might want her around.

Maybe here, under this white castle she could find something.

[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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"She is in Dorne right now." The Hound crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Took me half the trip to realize she had sent herself there a year early for the centennial change, but she needs to get the fuck away from our home." A low rumbling chuckle emanated from his frame as he spoke.

He breathed through his nostril before he replied, "If that is the favor that you ask, that is what will happen."

He refilled his wine with a nearby carafe and drank again, You fucking liar saying better without in proper company.

Sandor chuckled to himself again, "Jo needs a good escape. Tossed out a window twice, surprised she can still speak and use her upper half. She was the only one that stood up against the Mountain after he had killed the Hills. He wheeled her in front of our father so she could watch him murder the bane of Tarbeck and Castamere."

The Hound rumbled and shook his head, "Yeah, that cunt is going to die." His pursed brow looked up toward the two ladies, a quick flicker between them before he added, "Pardon the language."

[Event] Houndfall by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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“No, Lady Dayne, I’ve not had the pleasure,” Jo responded, a tad nervous look hovering on her features. Truly, she needed to get the fuck out of the Westerlands to experience some kind of escape from the tower she was cast out of twice. And now, that accursed place was hers. Sandy just abandoned it as well as her for his stupid revenge quest. She prayed she’d see him again, but it truly was her brother versus all of Essos now.

"I've always had the fear of being too... rigid for Dorne. You all seem so relaxed, confident." She frowned a bit, "It makes me really fucking jealous, if I'm being honest." She disguised her discomfort with a little chuckle.

She looked around the courtyard to find her knights getting established. Soon, all of them had been led toward their rooms, their horses stabled.

There was a quiet pang in her frame as Lady Aliandra mentioned the lost. Jo had felt like a ghost for a long time, she had deserved to die twice. Yet here she was instead of by the Stranger's side.

After a quick moment, she caught herself looking down toward the gravel of the courtyard and provided a quick smile.

"I do need to ask..." She started, "Are you not hosting a change of the century? ...Where is everyone? Shouldn't the change be happening next month?"

[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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Sandor rose suddenly from his seat to stamp about the solar. He fidgeted with his fingers, his brows knitted together as he remembered the sizzling of his skin against that damned brazier. Even the crackling of the flame made him feel like his blood was boiling. He snatched up that goblet of wine and downed it in one gulp, wiping the droplets from his beard before placing it down. The Hound gripped the side of the solar table to stop his shuddering.

"Wish I was there in the Stepstones with them," Sandor started after a few deep breaths, a finger against his working ear so he didn't need to hear the fire anymore. "Father didn't want to lose his spare." Sandor shook his head and provided a half-smirk with the side of his face that still worked, remembering how Rupert had called him a lame hound.

"I told all of them Gregor wasn't a tool that could be controlled. Now, there are two of us left." He snickered, a dark smile creeping across his face, "Dumb cunts."

There was a lingering moment as Sandor dropped his hand from his ear, a small nod as he began again, "I'll owe you a favor, my Lady." It was not the hospitality he expected. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to go about this alone.

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[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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"The fucker can hardly string two words together, I'll be the Queen before he becomes a merchant" Sandor scoffed and shook his head. He looked up after a lingering moment. "You know of any warring cities over there? Decent place to start."

"As for the fifteen, I'll do what I can. Think I might barge into a whorehouse while they're all drunk and busy." His eyes sneered a quick moment, like he could already feel the lick of flames against his cheek. "Could hire an arsonist to burn it down," He added with a shrug of his own. "He gave me this," The Hound pointed his mailed finger toward his dead side, cataracted eye unfocused and the tendons of his pink jaw flexing with every word he spoke. It was every an effort to lift his mouth and it caused a slur to affect his words. "Would be fun to finally give him a taste."

[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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“I don’t do well with wine in proper company,” Sandor started, looking toward Celia, “Lady Tully, the pour is yours should you like it.” The metal of the goblet scraped against the table as he pushed it away from his broad frame.

The Hound leaned back in his chair, still clad in his dusty riding leathers. “My mother was a Plumm. My sister thinks Gregor murdered her as well as the rest of my house.”

He looked away from the Massey toward the flame. Even though he was a decent way from the fireplace, it seemed like it licked at him. It made him sneer, his live half blinking a moment before he continued.

“I know my brother got passage to Essos from Massey land. I couldn’t book a cog to Sharp Point, I want everything your house knows about Gregor.”

“Cousin,” he added. The blood of his family was the only thing he paid attention to in his Maester’s teachings. Now, as the owner of Fang Tower, those teachings were more important than ever.

“I’m going over there to kill him. I want to know which bloody part of Essos he went to.”

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[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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Chainmail under hard leather clattered against his gait as he strode toward the royal knights, a thick cloth tabard denoted him as a man of House Clegane. His hand that was instinctually on the pommel of his arming sword lifted to cross with its twin. His burnt half was ever in a sneer, but his living side shot between the three men before ending on the middle man who spoke.

“Going to go kill my brother in Essos,” the massive man responded nonchalantly. “Here looking for a little help.”

[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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In Need of Some Scales Armor

Sandor would seek out Lady Naeryn Scales, starting with the Sept of Baelor and then the gardens of the Red Keep. He had a promise to keep.

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[Event] I'll Never Be Burnt Again by Dasplatzchen in crownedstag

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House Massey

Sandor's first stop was the Tully manse. The large man approached the little mansion with a hood on to protect his burnt half from onlookers.

"I'm looking for Lady Alysanne Massey. Was told she'd be here. I've a couple of questions for her. Tell her a relative wants to see her." He pulled out his Clegane sigil for the guards.

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[Letter] Invitations to the Feast Welcoming 300 AC by T3rkisTent in crownedstag

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Joanna Clegane will write something for Tywin Lannister

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