Tammy
Lord Radgore Skagerlly 
Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull 

Radgore stared at her a moment, before rasping out a laugh. "That's fockin' *Brilliant,"* He concluded. "Yes," He said flatly, sniffling. "It was always an inevitability. That's how it was always gan' ta end. Them in all dead in a dirty fockin' hole beneath their castle, and our clan standing above them." He nodded at his daughter approvingly, impressed with her tact. 

"Customarily, father, the celebration of unison between Lord and Lady takes place during the *Actual* Wedding ceremony, and these affairs are held at their new homestead. Which in this case, would be Castle Barrmount. Holding such festivities there before the vagrohl pronounces them husband and wife can taint the alliance. It is a bad omen," Jyrol Skagerlly commented, seeming to highlight that Lord Radgore didn't understand that in the first place. 

A scowl befell the mammoth of a man's twisted features as he made a beeline to throttle his son once again, but Jyrol held up his hands defensively, "I was just pointing out simple marital rites!" He pleaded. 

That halted Radgore, as he looked back to his daughter, then to his son, then all of his other spawn that surrounded him. "Well what does that fockin' mean?!" He barked out.
Shirley
**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**
**Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull**

"All that it means, father, is we need to make sure the two of them are wed as soon as possible. Once the two of them are bound through marriage, the Barrmount estate, their lands, their treasury - it's rightfully ours." Kelasfyr cooed, soothing her father by patting him on the side of the arm with a dainty hand. "It shouldn't be too much longer now, should it? You said it was only a matter of time, why not roll both celebrations into one? What a sight that would be, Sibyl Barrmount both being forced to celebrate her marriage to Marskell Skagerrly, and the downfall of her own house."

With a wicked squeal, she clapped her hands together in excitement. She weltered in relentless satisfaction from the very thought. With an air of authority to her, her hands clasped and she dipped her head into a nod. "Now, I've been praying, father.. And I've had an omen, from the very gods themselves." She uttered, voice as soft and sweet as honey dripping from the comb. "I see you sitting atop a throne of bones and skulls, the melted swords of the Barrmount sentry adorning the crest of your head in a crown." As she spoke, she slowly began to encircle him, the tappings of her heels echoing throughout the chamber.

"Yet, I see the moral of our troops are low, diminishing to dust. I worry that my cherished sibling Mallsrek lacks the.. Appetite that you would inspire into our troops. I want to see you and our house succeed, father, I would give anything to see it so. That's why I believe the gods are calling us to the front, to inspire our men with a blaze of hunger deep within their stomachs, to guarantee us this victory." She paused in her pacing until she had retreated to her original spot standing before Ragdore, intently gauging his reaction.

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Her speech had been slow and thoughtful, allowing every word to hang upon the air so that it might fully sink in. She waited for a verbal response, eyeing Jyrol as she did so.
Tammy
Lord Radgore Skagerlly 
Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull 

Lord Radgore's dull imagination was suddenly alight with the cataclysmic picture Kelsafyr painted with her sultry tones. Black and white become oozing crimson, pulsating all around him. The Crimson Wash that once ran a millennia long with the blood of their enemies was once again flowing red and raw. He smiled at her again. 

"The Frozen Gods gave you to me." Lord Radgore finally saw it, she was the beacon of light in a harbour of inequity. Centuries of slights and jabs and lack of acknowledgement would be put to the sword in one fell swoop. The Skagerlly's Albino Alligator they bore on their banners was the colour of snow. Lord Radgore had fucked and spread his foul seed enough to infest to snowy grounds of the Witherlands with his spawn, ready and lying in wait, completely camouflaged. Then when the moment was right, their eyes would open, revealing the piercing blood-red gaze of the Skagerlly creatures. "So it is decreed. *Do Onto fockin' Others,"* He bellowed across the entirety of the hall, with his children mimicking their house's motto.

"Lord Vivayn has given us orders though, father. We're to guard the entry into the Iron Planies should any of our enemies surface," Jyrol spoke with caution. 

Radgore Skagerlly responded to that by spitting his murky phlegm on the cobbled floors, "Fock that. I've been sitting here for *Days! Weeks! Months!* I'm losing my balls here waiting idly by like some old dusty cunt afraid of his own shadow. Our enemies ain't comin'. They'll gather what they have and garrison with the Ice Lord, should he ever show his coward hide. *Lord Vivayn* Can shove his command up his boney arse. I'm the father of the betrothed! I'd like to reintroduce myself to the bride's parents by pissin' on their graves. We leave at sun rise."
Shirley
**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**
**Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull**

Kelsafyr hadn't thought of that, perhaps she shouldn't have taunted her father so. She didn't want Lord Vivayn to be angry at her family, that wouldn't do. She bit upon her lower lip, eyeing Radgore. It was too late to turn back now, the deed had been done. "Surely some men can be left behind to secure the entry. We don't need a large party riding with us, that'll only draw more attention." She attempted to suggest, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You wouldn't want to be taken advantage of in your excitement, Father. Jyrol speaks some manner of truth."

"I think it impediment we show our faces there, though. I worry Sibyl Barrmount might not be left alive to see her wedding day if we leave Mallsrek there alone." The lies slipped from her tongue like sugared icing. In reality, this was all a twisted, selfish excuse to see her brother, Shaydrin, whom she'd been apart from for so many months now. "I'll prepare my things, and I'll see you at the gates at dawn."

"May the gods favour you, father." She uttered in farewell, gathering her skirts as she confidently made her way out of the great hall and retreated to her chambers. Shutting the door behind her, she pressed her back to the wall and exhaled a long-held breath, screwing her eyes tightly shut. This would have consequences, she knew it. She hoped that it wouldn't harm them too harshly, especially for a reason that was so selfish. She already felt guilt, but she bit her tongue and forced the bubbling bile of shame down into the depths of her stomach. She began to prepare her things for travel, calling a maid for help. 

"Yess'm, right away, m'lady!" She chittered, bustling throughout Kelsafyr's quarters.