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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 1, 2019 2:48:22 GMT 1
It has been an exciting day, and it will soon make for an exciting night. Having been attacked earlier on, the septon spent much of the day rattling the usual suspects until they revealed something about a man known as Eyeless Errol who is said to inhabit the dreadful and sin-ridden Undercity. Knowing that he is no real fighter, and having taken a solid mallet-smash to the ribs, Abelar has bolstered his retinue of two Yelshire guards with the stalwart aid of Ser Roland and Ser Trystane. These days, the septon's reputation is such that he likely cannot rely on assistance from anyone except those that know him either very well or not at all.
Tonight, his usual white robes and black cloak are stretched taut around his suddenly-robust waist, and from between folds, the glint of steel stitched into boiled leather peeks through. No chances will be taken tonight. Resting against the ground and his palm is a mighty two-handed axe, the heads concealed unconvincingly in a burlap sack. Perhaps it would fool a particularly distant or particularly drunk observer, but its true purpose is to make a winking nod to rules about not bearing naked steel. Like the gossamer bust of a teasing whore, the shrouded axe pledges modesty up front, but the curves beneath promise to go all the way. So armed and armored, the septon takes stock of his group. "Right then, we'll go in, ask a few questions, and be out before sunrise. I don't expect any trouble given our numbers, but we must be ready if it comes to it."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 1, 2019 15:54:06 GMT 1
"If there is any trouble, it will be taken care of swiftly," Trystane assures the septon, patting the pommel of his sword. "This Eyeless Errol fellow will hopefully know better than to try it on with a couple of knights present, as well as that axe. I had no idea you could wield that, septon. Were you a martial man before taking up a life of the cloth?"
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 6, 2019 18:29:19 GMT 1
"I picked up a little here and a little there. Most of it came during my service at House Blackbriar--the executioner developed a tremble in his hands, so I replaced him. Other bits I learned from reading martial texts about how septons participated in the Conquest of the Andals."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 6, 2019 20:42:33 GMT 1
"I'd be interested to hear about that sometime. I confess I'm not as well-versed in the Faith's history as I ought to be."
Trystane gestures for the septon to lead on.
"Ready when you are, Septon."
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 13, 2019 1:58:45 GMT 1
The septon adjusts the folds of leather and wool behind his neck, ready to be pulled up over his head if trouble strikes.
"Tonight, we take the fight to the sinners' turf. Let's go!"
[[Cue narrator]]
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Post by Father on Jul 13, 2019 13:23:00 GMT 1
The Mermaid is a large two-storied building situated on a little rise above the water, smugly situated on the main road from wharves, easy to find, with a live-size wooden carving hanging over the street to announce it's location, no expense had been spared on it, the torso in particular, merfolk apparently does not use clothes.
Inside is a scene of debauchery beyond the imagination of most knights and other decent folk, where sailors after weeks at sea with nothing but rationed strongwine, hardtack, salted meat and no women are let loose with coin in their pockets and starved for pleasure attempts to outdo one another in being relieved of their pay as quick as can be, roaring laughter, ribald songs, whores are plying their trade, on occasion pressed up against a wall or splayed out on a table. Septon Abelar and company might as well have been from distant exotic lands considering the surprised looks they elicit from such of the clientele whose attention can be taken away from the other attractions on offer in this establishment.
Prejudiced (Sinners) says hi!
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 13, 2019 21:10:14 GMT 1
On any other day, Trystane would have practically swan-dived into this delightful melange of sin, but he has a job to do, and for the Septon right beside him to boot. So he fights his base instincts and tries to avert his eyes from what they want to drink in.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 14, 2019 18:12:22 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Jul 14, 2019 18:28:18 GMT 1
Drawback thread says Will roll, when in doubt check the threads with the rules in them. So I guess we'll see what happens when the good septon is distracted by the sin.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 14, 2019 19:08:55 GMT 1
[Do I need to do a Lascivious check?]
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Post by Father on Jul 14, 2019 19:31:19 GMT 1
Nah, these strumpets doesn't qualify.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 15, 2019 4:01:10 GMT 1
Abelar's dark eyes flit from one corner of the room to the other. Here, a harlot undulates in a sultry, unnatural manner. There, a woman dressed (and undressed) as a mermaid has transfixed a mustachioed sailor with an act reminiscent of what Mushroom once dubbed "the nibbler's congress." In the corner, a wall-eyed man plunges his bare hips into a salt-encrusted felt hat, the only partner to be had when one's purse has run dry. Septon Abelar can no longer withstand.
Sweeping his knee-length robes aside with a savage jerk, the dark-haired septon leaps bestride the nearest table and unleashes his wrath. "HEAR YE SINNERS, THE END IS NIGH!"
Gesturing wildly with his axe, he lays into the crowd. "YOUR FORNICATOR'S SHIP HAS BUT ONE BERTH--THE GATES OF HELL, FROM WHICH NO SOUL RETURNS!"
"YOU MUST NEEDS GIVE BATTLE TO THE PRURIENT DESIRES PLANTED IN YOUR MIND BY THE DEVIL AND HIS HANDMAIDENS! For lo, it is known that the temptations of the flesh are inflamed by the designs of unchaste women! Scour yourself of this obscene weakness, that your earthly form is impervious to the thrill of a teasing touch. That your MANHOOD finds itself disciplined under threat of THE VERY KNIFE! AND TOGETHER, you shall RISE UP and SAY THAT YOUR SHIP SHALL NOT PASS THROUGH THE GATES OF HELL! THAT YOU WOULD MUTINY AGAINST DAMNATION ITSELF!" Abelar's chest heaves as he roars at them, his eyes bulging unhealthily.
"REPENT NOW AND FORCE ASIDE THE HELMSMAN'S RUDDER!"
"REPENT NOW AND LET YOUR SIGHT BE CLEAR!"
"REPENT NOW AND GIVE ME THE BLACKGUARD EYELESS ERROL!"
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Jul 15, 2019 9:41:56 GMT 1
It took all his years of training and discipline to prevent Roland from running his hand over his face in exasperation.
The whole thing seemed an absurdity at best, or the precursor to another riot at worst.
The mocking laughter of the former would hurt far less than the latter, but the Seven were not even so kind. Even to their most fervent, and indeed fevered, servants.
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Post by Father on Jul 15, 2019 10:58:21 GMT 1
At first, Abelar's outburst is met with silence and bewilderment, then one man breaks out into roaring laughter, slapping his knees, a second stands up and claps enthusiastically, and soon the rest of the crowd follows, some cheer and toast in salute to this refreshing entertainment. Why, a perfect caricature of this Septon Abelar they've heard spoken of, though with a little disappointment that his eyes weren't glowing with real fire.
Shall we try vindictive, too?
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 15, 2019 23:14:32 GMT 1
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