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Post by Father on May 17, 2019 19:08:42 GMT 1
Of all who might call upon Daeron before his duel with the vilest of knights, the one with hair as white as milk, pallid corpselike skin and red eyes is probably not among those he had expected to see. Unannounced, unseen and unheard before he steps into Daeron's tent in a moment where he just so happens to be alone and with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him, no wonder some whispered the word sorcerer behind his back. But that might have more to do with his accursed visage with anything else, thin and gaunt with a grim forbidding aspect with sharp, vaguely sinister features. He wears a cloak the color of smoke, with a heavy hood which he withdraws upon entrance, beneath is a black surcoat, with the Targaryen dragon sewn upon in silvery thread. Dark Sister hangs from his belt. "Ser Daeron, I believe that I am not intruding?"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 18, 2019 12:22:03 GMT 1
Out of all of his many siblings, Bloodraven was the only one that truly scared him. Daeron saw him in every shadow and behind every scheme, which wasn’t an entirely unfair characterization.
“No.” he said flatly, clearly meaning “yes”. “What is it that I can do for you at this exact and convenient moment?”
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Post by Father on May 18, 2019 16:48:04 GMT 1
"It is more a question as to what I might do for you, brother" there is no particular warmth to his courtesies, he reminds Daeron of Bittersteel in that regard, tough Bloodraven appears to be a cold cynic where Bittersteel is for a lack of a better word, bitter. "Such as pointing you in the right direction of where a trio of hedge knights that you were introduced to earlier today might be found, or their eloquent new acquaintance that I imagine have never slept under a hedge since he received his spurs, if indeed he received them from a knight in the first place, knights that sleep at inns and yet never rides in tourneys are a curious lot, rigging matches and placing wagers that one, I believe he was about to win big twice over this very afternoon."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 18, 2019 17:25:32 GMT 1
This man is a cold-blooded wyrm. There’s no way he’d give me this information if it didn’t serve his own goals.
“I have my own guesses as to whom ‘Ser Bryce’ serves, but I’ll hear out yours.
First though, what is it that you’re getting out of this, brother?”
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Post by Father on May 18, 2019 18:14:50 GMT 1
"A friend, of a sort, I hope." Bloodraven smiles weakly, but he does not really care to put up with the pretense. "And what is a favor among friends?" The red eyes suggests that Daeron might know something that Bloodraven values. "I imagine that the man calling himself Ser Bryce would have interesting things to attest indeed, as much as he values his tongue, I suspect he will waggle it quite willingly in exchange for keeping it" Cold-blooded this half-brother of his may be, but the art of dangling baits in front of hot-blooded ones is one he appears to know well enough.
Partly for narrative purposes you can make the following tests: Awareness (Notice) Cunning (Logic) Cunning (Memory)
All related to things that happened in Daeron's past which have caught Bloodraven's attention.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 18, 2019 21:13:09 GMT 1
Daeron struggles to think of what it is that Bloodraven might want from him concerning “Ser Bryce”. Despite his animus towards his half-brother, Bloodraven did know how to find the chinks in his emotional armor. “Just tell me what you want from him, and I’ll see if I’m interested.” Raven-Notice; Logic; Memory: 2#4d6k3 10 16 3d6 4
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Post by Father on May 19, 2019 21:40:01 GMT 1
"From him? Probably nothing, truth be told" Bloodraven makes a gesture that is difficult to read. "And I would not bother to call upon a Starling knight if my interest was in him, I am sure you could tell me that he has a swift silvery tongue, deceitful disposition and a nimble hand, although one of his associates might have been the quickfingered one, I already know all of that. I also know that it was no associate of his performing the magic trick of making a grown knight fall asleep so suddenly, I also have a good idea as to where he might be found, so if I wanted something from him, that is where I would be now."
"I heard a curious rumor the other day, Lord Oakheart is most displeased with you Ser, along with almost every other knight that apparently failed him in the Red Mountains for not bringing him any bandit heads. Except one single hunting party, one that was oddly silent about whatever prey they felled, I know not that particular hunter to be modest about his accomplishments."
Daeron had noticed that the men in Balon's party had kept to themselves, yet it was obvious that they had faced battle, some returned with an extra horse or other prizes, aside from Ser Horas and Ser Titus, it would appear that Balon's men were sellswords and hedge knights of a sort whose company Lord Willem would abhor. At the time it seemed as if they had done exactly as he and Addam had decided against doing. But surely, Bloodraven would not care about some merchant train being raided? More likely investigating whether or not Balon might instead have come upon Ser Vorian Dayne, this Daeron could not tell him even if he wanted to, but he distinctively remembers Ser Marq Flowers, Lord Pommingham's bastard, being part of Balon's company, Daeron might give Bloodraven his name in the hope for the chance of vengeance on Lord Eldon's lackeys to be provided by this most sinister and obviously well-informed half-brother of his, maybe even he might be willing to offer up the pig himself ready for stuffing with apples and chestnuts if Daeron's information lead to Bloodraven's true prize, Ser Balon would just be a single knight, Lord Oakheart something else entirely. And even if Bloodraven wouldn't think Eldon would be a fair trade, according to the stories that all Velaryons knows, they were eating dog in Yi Ti, surely Bloodraven might at least be willing to pass on information as to where one of those might be encountered, alone, without witnesses?
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 22, 2019 14:22:20 GMT 1
He ponders Bloodraven’s offer. It was tempting, and if there was a man who could deliver information or blackmail that could bring down Lord Eldon, it would be his white brother.
However, it seemed that Lord Piggy cared not for his reputation or secrets, and he’d seen sharks with warmer eyes than his strange half-brother. A deal with Bloodraven was bound to be a poor decision, even by Wildfyre’s standards.
“Apologies Ser Brynden, but I know no more about the matter than you do. Perhaps ask your humble hunter? Maybe his hunt was as unproductive as mine?”
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Post by Father on May 23, 2019 11:34:35 GMT 1
"Maybe I can use Ser Bryce or whatever his real name for that purpose?" Brynden muses. "He does seem to have a penchant for earning just enough trust even from a man who should be on his guard against strangers to get the job done, it would be a shame to let Lord Eldon have the talents of such a man all to himself."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 24, 2019 4:48:08 GMT 1
“I’m sure you could find plenty of uses for such a reputable knight, and I wish all the luck in recruiting him.”
Especially if you ever find enough usable pieces of him once I’m done with him. There are others who might help me track down such a blackguard, especially if they learn that he’s apt to enter your service.
Daeron keeps his words short with Bloodraven. Not only is he plainly uninterested in playing his games, he’s also cautious about what the eerie bastard might glean from a loose tongue.
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Post by Father on May 24, 2019 23:01:53 GMT 1
"And I wish you good fortunes against Ser Rennifer" Bloodraven offers a slight bow, more of a nod really, before taking his leave.
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