Malyk
House Levalle
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Post by Malyk on Jul 27, 2018 19:26:43 GMT 1
"We all have the potential to be the heros of our own song, Ser Titus. Is the farmer who works the land to carve a life for his wife and children not a hero to them? Is the lowly shepherd who guides and cares for his flock and defends it against the wolf not a hero in some small way? If war comes to the land, there will be those that run away, but there will be those that dutifully answer the call. They will do their duty and fight, despite having poor weapons, little armor, absolutely no training, and terrible fear gripping their heart, they will still fight. Is that not heroism? I am lucky enough to see heroes every day. It is what gives my life purpose. The hope that I might help these small heroes become greater, if I can."
He gazed at the Knight thoughtfully. "I think the Gods often do grant second chances, the Mother especially, but the Father too often holds his judgement so we might make amends or fix our mistakes. It is rare for a mistake to be so insurmountable that it cannot be corrected, learned from, or some good to come from it. Only the Stranger is unforgiving of mortal mistakes, but even that can be a blessing. I believe Lord Hightower was a good man; certainly a hero to many. He now is reunited with his son and they may now be together for eternity, perhaps hunting together in one of the Seven Heavens as they so loved to do, or raising a tankard in one of the many taverns with other fallen heroes. It is a shame Lord Hightower died, and especially the manner of his death, but he led a long life and a good one. I do not mourn for him because I believe he is in a better place, unburdened by the trials and adversity of this life."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Jul 31, 2018 17:46:33 GMT 1
“I admire your faith, Master” he bows slightly. “And you have a beautiful way of putting it.” There was something in his voice, not quite admiration, not quite envy but... longing. Longing for the confidence, certainty and perhaps just the simple knowledge of life that the Senechal seemed to have. The little man seemed younger than him, it was hard to tell but while all Titus had ever thought about was tilts, battle and horsemanship, Master Malyk seemed to have seen, lived through and thought about many other things. And he spoke more eloquent than many noblemen Titus knew.
“You should meet our Septon in Gyldenhaal, Septon Abelar.” he says with a smile.
[OOC: not sure if Malyk knows about Abelar at this point, but this is simply Titus’ naievity regarding the Septons’ rhetoric and believes. Even if the two might not get along, Titus honestly think they would]
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Malyk
House Levalle
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Post by Malyk on Jul 31, 2018 20:25:00 GMT 1
Malyk looked at Titus for a very long moment, as if looking into the Knight's heart.
"Come. I would show you something." He finally said, walking to a nearby table set for tea.
"A long time ago. Long before there was anything anywhere. Long before even time existed, there was the One God. He was silent for some time, pondering the things only Gods can understand, then he began to sing, and with that song all of creation came into being. The Seven that are One came into being first, then the light, then the land, then all upon the land, then the animals and finally the people came to be. Now, while the One God's song was perfect, the echos of that song and those like us who try to sing his song are not. One can hear his song in everything around us, every rock tree, and stream. As we go through life, we sing our own song trying to achieve his perfection. We fail, of course, as we are not Gods, but each of our songs sometimes achieve great beauty and help make the songs of those around us more beautiful as well. Also, while we may stop singing when we die, our songs do not die. They continue to echo through the world and continue to influence the singing of others. You can hear this if you listen hard enough."
He picked up a porcelain tea cup and flicked the side. It rang like a bell. "This cup is finely crafted and has the song of both the Smith and the crafter that made it. You can hear it's pure tone."
He picked up another cup. It looked identical to the first. He flicked it side and it sounded low and dull. "This cup was finally made, but it has a flaw. I cannot see it, but I know it is there. Perhaps the flaw was created when it was made, perhaps it developed a crack later. Either way, the song of the cup has been affected."
He picked up a last cup. It too looked identical to the first, but when he flicked the side it made a deep, and yet slightly tinny thud. "This cup is a fake. Perhaps a cup was broken and they made a cheap copy to replace it. However it came to be, it is not like the others and does not belong with them. It may look like the others, but looks are usually deceiving. Anyone who listens to it's song knows the truth.
It is the same with everything else, no matter what it is. The One God's song lives in everything and can be heard if one takes the time to listen. Sometimes people sing their songs with great purity bringing joy both to themselves and those around them. Most times their singing is flawed, but not any less beautiful for the attempt. Sometime when people sing, it is a pale imitation. A cacophony in the harmony of the chorus."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 5, 2018 20:12:06 GMT 1
He listened in silence while the small man spoke, a look upon him as a child being shown something new. Curiosity and a slight suspicion in his eyes, brow furrowed. When Malyk had finished he stayed silent, brow still furrowed.. He removed the leather glove from his right hand and picked up the first cup in it. Holding the cup he removed the left glove and put it on the table. He now held the porcelain cup with both hands and flickered it gently. Like before, it rang pure.
“So The God’s craft us all with... a pure song?” He was trying the term out but the words felt foreign. “But through life it can turn false.” He put the first cup down and picked up the second, tracing it with his fingers, searching for the crack or flaw the made it ring false. “Once a cup is broken, can it not be mended? Fully, I mean. Can the song not be made pure again?” His tone was thoughtful, yet pleading . The answer meant something more.
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Malyk
House Levalle
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Post by Malyk on Aug 8, 2018 19:39:26 GMT 1
"The cup with a crack will always have a crack." Malyk said definitively.
His voice softened. He smiled softly. His tone comforting.
"But what does that matter?
If something is good, or useful, or we cherish it, the flaws do not matter. Sometimes they even become part of it's charm.
The old comfy chair that has welcomed someone home every day for many years. The tattered book, ragged and notched; filled with stories a mother read to her children every night and fondly kept long after her children are grown, perhaps to be read to their children. The hope chest, given on someone's wedding day, ages and gains a patina, as does the marriage. It's age brings character and increases its value and attachment.
That sword at your side, Ser Titus, is shiny and new. It will become nicked and scratched over years of use. Even if you someday gain another newer sword, it will not be the same as that one, for you will have sung so much with this one, part of you will be etched into it. Perhaps some of the mars you will look at fondly, perhaps some with regret, but the sword as a whole will be a complex melody of all the actions you made with it.
When the sword becomes so old as to be unusable, would you make it new again, even if you could? Would you erase all the nicks and scratches, erasing the actions that made them?
Purity is a beautiful tone, but it is only one note. A melody has many notes, some clear and pure, some low and resonant. People concentrate on the individual notes of their song, forgetting that it is all the notes, both low and high, that make the magnificent melody of their lives. Do not fixate on any one note, Ser Titus. That way lies a life of nothing but regret and a haunting song of loss. Instead focus on the music as a whole, making as many notes as you can as bright as they can, but accepting the lower, darker notes as part of the complex symphony that make the lighter notes brighter.
Only the Seven have true purity. The rest of us must live with the songs they make and work toward making that melody a beautiful one."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 10, 2018 13:22:22 GMT 1
He considered the Masters words, sighed and smiled slightly. The answer seemed to bring some assurance.
"Master Malyk, it's been a pleasure meeting you" he extends his arm. "I hope we get a chance to talk again before the tournament ends. But I must go and prepare for todays' hunt."
[OOC: I'm ready to end it if you are. Titus’ Disposition to Malyk increases by +1]
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Malyk
House Levalle
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Post by Malyk on Aug 10, 2018 15:51:44 GMT 1
"I must go as well." He took the Knight's hand after a moment's hesitation. "My Master seeks the white stag, and I must try and figure out a way to fulfull his wishes." His tone was casual. A successful hunt was simply another problem needing solving. "It has was nice chatting with you."
The strange young man started to head toward the Tyrell kitchen, but stopped and turned for a moment.
"Ser Titus. I don't know what burdens your carry, but there is no shame in setting them down for a time, nor in asking others to help you carry them."
With that he headed on. Despite the afternoons obvious difficulties, the Senechal acted like he hadn't a care in the world.
[+1 Disposition to Titus]
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 10, 2018 16:33:26 GMT 1
Titus bowed to the man.
“Thank you.”
A peculiar man, but the rumours did not do him justice.
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