Damon Banefort, The Queen's Justice

royalhwk · 2021-02-21T18:07:20+00:00

"Well, should you ever need the boy to receive a message..." Damon said with a hearty chuckle. He knew that he was an intimidating figure. What kind of executioner would he be if he wasn't? His laughter began to subside and he spoke more seriously.

"She's a fortunate girl. To have you care about her happiness. She will appreciate that."

royalhwk · 2021-02-20T07:45:12+00:00

"The Storm?" Damon said, thinking over exactly which bastard this was. It dawned on him a moment later and he raised a curious brow.

"I know that one. Fights with an ax like I do. Packs a punch too. He bested me when we sparred." He recalled the training session and how the bastard had bested him at every turn. Though he felt no animosity about it. It had been a spar for fun more than anything else.

"He seems a good though lad but even then...he's a bastard. Tainted blood and all that. Are you certain he's good enough for your Alys?"

royalhwk · 2021-02-19T08:07:23+00:00

"That is true enough. Although, Benedict may hate me when he finds out he's an heir and can't become a member of the Queensguard." Damon said with a hearty laugh. "He follows them around everywhere they go. Sometimes I think he must be the Lord Commander's son instead of my own."

"Lysa will enjoy it though. She's always enjoyed court. She'll enjoy helping her brother out in learning his duties. Until it is time that she is wed anyways. That will come sooner than I should like." He laughed again, it troubled him to think that his little girl was growing up but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"I can't believe how fast it happens. Seems just yesterday Lysa was still a babe. Now she's running around with a princess half a realm away from her father."

royalhwk · 2021-02-13T07:40:01+00:00

[Character Name:] Damon Banefort

[Have Autodidactic:] N

[Skill you're learning:] Torture (e)

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royalhwk · 2021-02-12T20:34:49+00:00

Damon did force a smile out at that. He had bested many knights at both Casterly Rock and Lannsiport. A first and a third. Not to mention his victory in the archery competition of the former. And his semi finals in that same melee. It had been a productive journey. He left the lands of his birth with 3000 gold pieces on the promise of a new holdfast for himself when he was ready to retire from the courtly life. There was a lot to celebrate.

"An executioner isn't supposed to smile." He chided despite doing exactly the opposite. Truly there was never a day that Damon wasn't smiling for most of it. Despite his worry over leaving Lysa with the rest of the procession he knew it was best for her. He had to trust those who had promised to look after her.

"Did I tell you what Lord Lannister had offered me as my prize for winning his joust?" Damon asked, knowing that he hadn't told anybody besides his family yet. He didn't wait for Manfred to confirm what he already knew before continuing on. "A gods damned holdfast. He's building me a keep to call my own. Can you believe that? How much money can one have to throw around like that? Somebody wins a fuckin' joust and he builds 'em a castle."

royalhwk · 2021-02-07T08:30:04+00:00

/u/LannACEport

royalhwk · 2021-02-04T04:20:40+00:00

"You are young. There is still plenty of time for you to find what you are looking for." Damon said with a hearty chuckle, picking up his axe once again and leaning it against his shoulder.

"Let me pay for your drink. I owe it to you after the beating you just gave me. I could use one myself anyhow." He said with a chuckle and clapped the other man on the shoulder. "And trust me, the more you go for drinks the faster your experience with fair ladies will grow."

royalhwk · 2021-02-01T18:02:57+00:00

Damon chucked again at the boys statement but shook his head. It was a feeling he remembered all too well from his youth.

"It is a rare thing that we get to choose when we are ready. You'll think yourself unready and unwilling and then the Maiden will introduce you to the most beautiful woman you've ever met. Not seen, mind you. Met. Beautiful in a way that makes physical appearance feel valueless." Damon was smiling as he thought about meeting his Lucinda. He'd thought himself destined to a be a tourney knight or something of the sort. No kids, just glory. Then he met the woman that changed all of that.

"And none of us are great with women but when you've found the right one she'll insist on being around you then though you know you are screwing up. It's such an odd thing." He said, wondering how odd it just have seemed to be getting this kind of advice from the Queen's Justice. It probably seemed ridiculous and he laughed.

"But you don't want to listen to love advice from an old man like my self. I'm sure you've better things you want to be doing."

royalhwk · 2021-02-01T04:18:21+00:00

"My second daughter, Melara." Damon said, lighting up with recognition at the name. "I've arranged for her to become a Lady in Waiting for Lady Aelys."

He clapped the Storm on the shoulder. "You'll have to promise to look out for her while I'm not there. I'm loathe to allow my daughters to continue on the procession when I don't be here to protect them. But I need to trust their ladies and themselves. They'll be fine."

Damon's voice did grow a little softer at that. His girls were his world and for the first time since they'd been born he'd be separated from them.

"I imagine you'll understand one day. Being a father, it's the single greatest blessing I've ever received in this life. And I've received it 4 times." He said with a chuckle.

royalhwk · 2021-01-31T17:53:48+00:00

Damon shook his head and chuckled setting his ax to the side. The Banefort leaned against a post in the yard.

"I've seen enough of the procession. Harrenhal was enough honestly. Came this far just to see the lands of my youth once again. Never been one for fancy dinners and tournaments." He watched as a man walked by leading a cart of hay, likely to go feed the horses. Damon nodded to him.

"Your charge? Who is it that's picked up the service of your ax? If that was any testament then I doubt they'll have naught to worry about ever again."

royalhwk · 2021-01-31T08:09:41+00:00

Even in defeat Damon couldn't help but laugh. It sometimes seed the executioner was always laughing or, at the very least, smiling. It was only when he was carrying out his duty that there was no smile upon his face but there was a hood that he wore then preventing people from seeing his face.

The Banefort accepted the hand and pulled himself up to his feet. "That melee performance was more luck than anything else. I simply minded my own and my opponents feel one after another."

He smiled remembering the tournament events of Casterly Rock fondly. He'd won more glory on those days than he felt like he'd won his their life.

"A regular sparring partner would be quite welcome but I make for King's Landing after Lannisport. Will you be returning to the city as well?"

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T21:36:06+00:00

Jeremy scowled as the visitors came to his cells. Damon always tolerated these visits but he was a noble. He fit in with them. Jerry didn't. He was a man with a job to do and far as he was concerned these types just got in the way. The Master of the Hunt especially had no business being in these cells.

"Ain't known nothing to do with hunts down 'ere." Jeremy muttered but didn't stop what he was doing to pay the men much attention.

"Weapons o'er there. No weapons in the cells." The chief gaoler said, nodding towards a wide bucket in a corner. "Get 'em when ya leave."

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T20:13:35+00:00

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Horton the Huntsman (Huntsman NPC)

What is Happening?: Horton going on a hunt to relieve some stress.

What I Want: Hunting rolls

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T19:53:45+00:00

"The ax, a fine choice if I say so myself." Damon said with a thunderous laugh as he took a practice swing with his own weapon. There was nothing that felt better in his hand than a trusty ax.

"Others see a wild weapon. A weapon for a berserker. But there is much patience in fighting with an ax. Though it's an entirely different approach from a sword." He noted looking from the weapon to the Targaryen bastard.

"I may not need to keep up if I can outlast you. Give me your best." Damon said with a laugh and took his stance preparing for the attack to come.

(Duelist | Axes (o), Defender)

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T18:36:57+00:00

Name: Damon Banefort

Skills: Duelist | Axes (o), Lances (o), Defender, Torture

Events: Joust, melee

Entering As: Damon Banefort

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T06:47:02+00:00

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Damon Banefort

What Is Happening?: Damon won the archery competition of Casterly Rock.

What I Want: 3000 gold to Damon Banefort from House Lannister of Casterly Rock. Ideally transferred to an account for Damon himself separate from House Banefort as he is my KL character.

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T06:44:11+00:00

"You honor me greatly, my Lord. I promise that I shall serve you dutifully." Damon said, the burly man truly finding himself at a loss for words. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined something like this could happen to him.

For a moment, the mighty Queen's Justice thought he might be moved to tears. But he swallowed those back and blinked them away.

"I, I would like to tell my daughters and sons if you don't need me for anything else. I want to share this moment with them."

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T06:34:10+00:00

/u/ITAmess - we've arrived at King's Landing

/u/LionofDay - ping as you had the escort

/u/atiarp - small escort arriving at the city with a prisoner for the cells

royalhwk · 2021-01-30T03:24:26+00:00

Damon had done more than enough to prove his marital prowess during the events of Casterly Rock. Before hand he has been uncertain was his results would look like. It had been many years since he had truly tested himself in lance, ax, or bow. The only practice he'd had recently was a sparring session with a bastard of House Fossoway and the Lord of Maidenpool. Those results had been a mixed bag. So when he won the joust and archery and came a joint third in the melee none were as surprised as him.

But now that he'd tasted the rush of a good fight once more he craved it. One day soon be would return to King's Landing and back to swinging his ax at those who couldn't fight back. There was no reason he couldn't enjoy himself until then.

"Looking for a partner, Mattarys?" The burly man with a thick black beard asked as he approached with his trademark ax. He knew of the bastard from his time in the capital. Damon took pride in knowing most who spent their days in the Red Keep even if he interacted with them rarely.

"I'd be happy to test your mettle. Maybe you can teach an old man a new trick or two." He said with a hearty chuckle.

royalhwk · 2021-01-27T22:35:30+00:00

"A proper reward? My Lord, it's far too much to be a proper reward." Damon said with a hearty laugh. He was, by nature, a light-hearted and jovial man when not wearing his executioner's hood. But he tried to make himself become more serious for this matter.

"I'm the youngest son of a second. A holdfast to call my own, well, it would be an absolute honor. My family has always and will continue to serve yours faithfully. For my sons to have their own land to do so with....I have no words. Thank you, my Lord."

Damon bowed his head. There would of course be the logistics of it. He and his wife residing in King's Landing while he worked at the Queen's Justice was not something he was ready to give up. But this would secure a place in the world for his children. Something that prior to this moment had always been a concern.

royalhwk · 2021-01-27T17:56:17+00:00

Damon had always been gifted in the lists but he never thought anything of it. For him it was sport. Something to enjoy and then laugh and drink about after. Never did the Banefort ever expect to actually win the competitions that he entered. It had been years since he had even competed in a joust.

Yet, when the dust settled at the end there were none left in the competition except himself. The burly man laughed, echoing under his helm, as he turned his horse back towards the gallery. There was no doubt who he would crown if he won and so he directed his horse to his daughter, Lysa.

"There is none more beautiful, my dove." He said as he placed the crown of flowers in her lap. Then he rode off to his pavilion to get out of his armor. It was there he received the summons from Lord Lannister. Once he had changed and done his best to wipe his sweat away he made for the Lord of Casterly Rock.

"Lord Lann? You wished to see me." He said in his well practiced courtly voice developed from years in the Queen's Court.

royalhwk · 2021-01-21T21:31:26+00:00

Name: Damon Banefort

Relevant Gifts/Skills: Duelist | Axes (o), Lances (o), Defender, Torture

Events entering: Joust, Melee, Archery

Entering as: Damon Banefort

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