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This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

The guards happily chatted up with Frederic as they ventured towards the castle, while the runner assured Wilhelm that he would be safe, and no one would be looking out to sell his hyead of to anyone. After a while the small group arrived upon the grand halls, and the runner escorts Wilhelm and his companions inside, the guards grumble slightly but then return to their posts.

The hall goes quiet for a moment as the runner arrives with Wilhelm, but after the Hamheart himself bursting out into delightful laughter, others follow after and keep singing. Wilhelm and his companions are escorted to sit with Lord Hamheart and his family, and are served the finest food and drinks the castle has to offer.

"So, you are Wilhelm the Bastard huh?" Hamheart speaks up and laughs, lifting his pint up towards the male."You've had quite a run from what I've heard, you must be starving. Come, eat and drink, you'll need your energy later on. Oh do not look like that, it's not like we'd throw you out to wolves, at least with an empty stomach!" He laughs out again and takes a long drink, slamming the pint to the table then."But in all seriousness, I am curious" He then speaks with low tone and gets up."Follow me, if you will. We have all heard the story about you. But never have we heard of it from you personally. You do not need your weapons, but I am not going to tell you to leave them behind, you have all the reasons in the world to be careful." He looks at the people and flashes a smile."Me and my guest are taking a quick break, I'm not as young as I used to be, and he's just a man, but we shall return shortly, so by all means, Eat, Drink, Live!" He shouts as others join, then he turns once more and heads outside to the balcony behind the throne.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Oh my.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

The runner nods his head and turns around."Oh and in case some sort of trouble should arise, we have placed few guardsmen outside just in that case." He smiles softly and starts his walk towards the out door, the two guardsmen eagerly join the little chitchat for the moment, before the noticed that their small break was over and begun escorting the trio outside, seemingly bored and slightly annoyed that others were having great time while they were stuck outside.

"Now that we are all here.." The runner turns and flashes another smile, he too is rather large man in all Mountain Human trademark ways."I am sure that you have many creative ways of escaping and trickering your way out of here." He speaks calmly."But would you really willingly commit such an insult to bail out from Lord Hamheart's royal feast invitation? To you normal people that would be at the least comparable to cheat on dear wife with your own sister." He explains and gets laugh out from the friendly, yet quite intimidating guards, they all seem to be wearing their thick helmets and plated aprons with barely breaking a sweat, while normal man could barely wield any of them."Now young sire, I can by my personal honor assure you, that you will only join our Lord to celebrate his son's birthday feast, and after that you are free to go wherever you please. Of course, if you so wish, you can leave the village in some daring escape act, but I was informed that you would, possibly, be in a need of mercenary proof shelter for a moment or two...do correct me if my sources have been misleading me." He finishes and bows his head slightly, the guards around the three men are not doing anything that would signal them even thinking about arresting Wilhelm nor his cousins, instead of that they seem to be lazing around as much as possible, and two of them are having really intense "rock paper scissors" going on as the runner spoke.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

The feast in the castle was still going on when the runner arrived, he informed the royal bodyguard of the new arrivals. The singing and eating continued as the bodyguard informed the great Hamheart about them too, and the Hamheart laughs hearthily at the news and whispers something to the bodyguard. He looks mildly stunned, but nods his head then and turns back to the runner giving him few orders and some meat. The runner bows and leaves the room, munching on the meat, leaving the music and food behind him.

It did not take that long until the runner, accompanied by two men from the town watch to arrive to the inn. The men look around until the noticed the new arrivals and made their way over to them. The runner steps forth and bows slightly before speaking up."Good day to you travelers. We could not but to notice your arrival to our village. You must be worn and weary from your travels. Therefore, our Lord Hamheart has invited all three of you into his castle to join the feast, it is his son's 18th birthday and we have been told to escort you there. He steps back and takes a look at one of the watchmen who steps forward and offers the three men three mammoth pelt cloaks."Might get cold up there for you normal people" He explains and laughs slightly."And if not, you can always get some coin by selling them, somewhere else that is, not like they'd run dry here anytime soon" He laughs again and few others join him, clearly eavesdroppers are not dead from this part of world either, especially if it has something to do with guardsmen.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Wellp. That was a great one.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Eeeexcept for those who have more important matters at hand. Like drinking and eating. And singing.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Well, your best bet probably is to read through the houses and then ask from the owner if you can get in it. Who knows what might happen.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

It's just there to inform of the new arrivals.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

The Castle Lazarel was in full lights, music and laughter. It was the 18th birthday of Urt Lazarel, the youngest son of Kaligak Lazarel, the Hamheart, Grand Ruler and Master Chef of the Hamheart Clan. Today Urt became a man in the books of all the fellow clansmen and today he would also assume the role of Guard Captain of the village around the castle. Urt and his elder brothers Gallath, Hark and Pomir are all seated on the sides of their father and all the men of the family raise their tankards and reach to knock them against each other with great strength and cheer, mead splatters down on the table filled with mammoth meat, potatoes, cheeses and different breads, but that bothers no one as everyone are having such a great time eating, drinking and most importantly, singing.

Meat, wheat, mead and potatoes! Cheeses, creams, breads and tomatoes! Eat, drink, peel the potatoes! Slice 'em up and mix with tomatoes! Take some meat, sink it to cream! Stuff your mouth it tastes like dream! Drink some mead, take the lead, eat, drink, live for the meat! Cut that meat, praise the mead, bless the mountains and bless the wheat!"

The scouts on the village's watchtowers observed the approaching riders calmly, and then nod their heads, signaling a runner to head to the castle. It wasn't like they would not let them in, if they would see through the trouble climbing up all the way here, but the people in the castle, and especially the freshly entitled Guard Captain would probably like to know what would be coming to their way. Possibly.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Motif: Fork and Ham

House Name: Lazarel

House Type: Political

House Head: Master Chef Kaligak "Hamheart" Lazarel

House Sigil: Crossed ham and gigantic fork

House Race: Mountain human

House Motto: Eat, drink, live.

House History: The people of Feast and Fighters have been around for a long time, and have spread on three mountain thus far as three different houses, the House of Lazarel far in the east, the House of Galiath up north and the House of Baggus in the south. Each of the three clans are in touch with each other, and each one has forged an alliance with someone near by.

Lazarel's clan of Hamhearts is so far the newest clan, they settled their village and castle on top of the Iron Mountain and soon cooked up an alliance with the House of Kardov that inhabits the mountain from the inside, their alliance is curious to say the least, the Kardovian provide them with stone and iron, while the humans provide them with meat, ale and mammoth pelts in exchange, peacefully coexisting with them.

House Commodity: Large mammoth ranches and peculiar type of wheat that grows in all forms of landscape and climate. Each and every fighter i ntheir clan is also well trained cook.

Land of House: The clan does not as much rule as it rents their lands, the clan of Lazarel currently inhabits the surface of Iron mountain.

House Base: Castle Hamheart on the very top of Iron Mountain, the mountainside village surrounds the castle, holding all the people and their livestock.

House Magic: The mountain people do not believe in magic. In such lengths do they not believe in it that they are thus rendered immune to illusions and other mind altering forms of magic.
Side: They are currently only sided with the House of Kardov.
House Theme: it'll do

CS(Secondary)
Name: Kaligak "Hamheart" Lazarel

Age: 66

House: House of Lazarel

Position: Master Chef

Race: Mountain Human

Weapons/Gear: Great Fork of Lazarel, actually resembles a giant hammer with three small spikes at the end. Very much useless for eating. Hamheart Crown, a crown with the family sigil on it.

Skills/Magic: The greatest meat cook the clan holds, also the strongest individual of them all,

Appearance: Kaliagak is large man, he stands roughly 7.2 tall, and he's at the least half that wide from shoulder to shoulder. He has really large stomach and three chins which he is very proud of. Kaligak is by now bald, he has bright blue eyes and his eyebrows are white. Just like most of the men in the clan, despite of his large, fat stomach, his arms and legs are muscular and strong with no fat in them.

He usually wears the thick leather apron with the family sigil on it, his crown, fabric pants and thick boots.

Background: Kaligak Lazarel took off with his own small 300 people clan at the age of 44 to find a new homestead for them to live at, they originally were a part of the eldest clan of Baggus, but the time was right for him to rise up and create a new clan to further spread their people around, forge new alliances and establish a new city for the finest, most fulfilling meals in the land. Just as every good leader of a clan, he made sure that when they found a place to live, they would have an ally right by their city to trade with and to help defend each other should the need arise, thus he met Azar Kardov, the Lead Engineer of the House o Kardov that lived inside the Iron Mountain. Kaligak made a deal with Azar, and thus his people settled on the top of the mountain, built their city and began their life of cooking, eating, drinking and trading with their newfound allies.

Opinion on War: war is good for nothing, if all those soldiers who carry spears would drop them and pick up a ladle instead, everyone would be much happier.

CS(Main)

Name: Gallath Lazarel

Age: 24

House: House of Lazarel

Position: Head Chef, Chef Ambassador, Prince.

Race: Mountain human

Weapons/Gear: Wields the Grand Knife of Lazarel, large cleaver that is just as good as chopping meat as it is chopping down anyone threatening his life. Or trees.
Skills/Magic: Nearly as strong as his father, nearly as great of a cook.

Appearance: Gallath is roughly 6.5 feet tall, he has large belly, just like his father does, and his limbs are just as muscular too. He has dark brown hair and small beard that covers his two chins, and his blue eyes look around the world from below two thick eyebrows.

He wears iron plated leather apron most of the time, along with leather boots, pants and armor below the apron, his head is usually covered with an iron helmet that resembles a chef hat at the same time. He carries around large backpack and a kettle too, around with enormous ladle that could knock someone out cold. He also carries the royal Hamheart Pendant around that shows his status of both the heir and ambassador of Lazarel.

Background: Gallath is the eldest of Kaligak's four sons, thus he is the heir of throne, and at the age of 21 he also took the role of an ambassador to himself to see the world and other civilizations when the time would come. During his youth he mastered the art of both cooking and combat, both taught to him by his father. He has also been taught diplomacy by his father's late Master Ambassador Geng Roff, whose teachings he has taken to heart.

Opinion on War: War changes people.