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Post by Father on Oct 11, 2018 11:35:07 GMT 1
Daeron wonders if this maybe could have been the same man that hired the thugs that killed the good septa, and would have taken Lady Alicent also were it not for Ser Roland. He does note that his fellow companion has words with him and lets him leave, mayhaps Ser Roland ascertained that he is simply a man with a hooded cloak and nothing sinister? Though the gentle touch of Lady Arya and the plentiful drink may perhaps have clouded his mind.
But if he leaves, there would be none to keep Lord Karl from the designs of the beautiful bastard of House Levalle, she seems to know exactly what she is doing, whatever prize she seeks to extract from the boisterous man, it is sure to spell trouble for someone.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 11, 2018 14:08:21 GMT 1
He pauses, so many things that needed to be done at the same time made him feel overwhelmed. He was no Malyk for sure.
Sliding up to the inkeeper he places a few silver coins on the bar and motions over to the drunken Addam and Balon.
“Here’s some coin for a room for those two, make sure they have at least one empty bucket in the corner.” Thinking for another moment he places a few more coins on the bar and whispers, “That hooded man, do you recognize him or know who he is?”
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Post by Father on Oct 11, 2018 14:32:58 GMT 1
The innkeep nods and bows "He is not from around these parts, ser. Reckon he came for the tourney, been here once and twice before, doesn't cause trouble and pays for his meals and drinks, that's all I care to know."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 12, 2018 2:58:18 GMT 1
Daeron gives a silent nod before walking over to Balon and "borrowing" his cloak. Pulling its hood over his head he hurries out of the door, but not before he shouts to Lord Karl, "It was a pleasure drinking with you tonight my lord. Give my regards to your betrothed and her family."Shit. What was the name of his wife to be? Hopefully she's from an important enough of a family to make him think twice before dishonoring her.If this man was the one they were pursuing this whole time he needed to find out who he was, and if he was just a humble stonemason, then a bit of pursuit wouldn't hurt anything. Good Company-Stealth: 2d6 4Good Company-Awareness (Notice): 4d6k3 11Good Comany-Deception (Disguise): 3d6 7
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Oct 12, 2018 7:01:51 GMT 1
2. I'll Drink to that! Mikel has six servings and gains +1 disposition from Lord Karl
3. Something's off [D7] Happily Drunk - Somethings off - Awareness (x2): 2#3d6 13 10
After the Mummer's show Mikel made his way back to the Golden Rose Inn to continue his vigil for Merryweather men. He was surprised at how full and lively the Inn was but knew he should not have been. He made straight for the bar for a mug and before he knew it he was enjoying himself with the others. After some mingling, some toasting, and more then a few drinks, he found a seat with some elbow room and a good view of his fellow patrons and resumed his original task.
[OOC: Six drinks, no Endurance test rolled as can't succeed on beating passive Endurance.]
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Post by Father on Oct 12, 2018 14:52:13 GMT 1
The streets are mostly empty and only lit up by the moon, Daeron sees Roland and squire escorting Arya going in one direction and what must be Ser Aladore being carried back to his own camp in the other direction, another man is also walking at a brisk pace in the same direction as the Ser Aladare along the main street, Daeron must hustle to keep up and close some of the distance, provoking a dog to bark at him, the man takes a rightward turn into an ally, it is difficult to tell whether he wants to shake a potential pursuer or simply was headed that way, his movements seemed fluid.
Back at the inn, Mikel has not any more luck than he had earlier in the day, he cannot fail to notice how the lovely Lady Alena is molding the desires of Lord Karl Willum like clay and she is nowhere near drunk enough not to have some motive behind it.
Daeron could try Athletics(Run) if he likes to catch up to where the man went in as quick as can be, he might try to be clever with cunning(logic) or survival(hunt) and find the fastest route to to where the man probably will be going, he might try to combine the two or he might do something else. Will need another awareness(notice) to find him again.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 13, 2018 2:11:20 GMT 1
Two weeks ago Daeron would've never found himself following someone on the suspicion that they're wearing a hood and have facial hair, something which could describe almost literally anybody in the Reach and yet here he was. The constant murders, betrayals, and plots of this tournament had made him paranoid enough to stalk someone through Gardentown, half-cocked, and unsure what he would actually do if he caught the man. Seeing him go down an alley, he quickly thinks of where he might cut him off and potentially surprise him before sprinting off that way. Happily Drunk-Cunning (Logic): 4d6k3 13Happily Drunk-Athletics (Run): 4d6 8Happily Drunk-Pursuit-Alertness (Notice): 4d6k3 10
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Oct 14, 2018 8:55:09 GMT 1
Mikel sighed as he accepted this night would not go the way he hoped it would. He consoled himself by saying that he could try again tomorrow and then occupied himself by paying more attention to those around him. Especially at the obvious seduction of Lord Karl Willum. He did not know very much of Lord Willum but what he had heard and what he was seeing did not seem to go together. He had also heard what Ser Daeron shouted to him before he hurried out the door, and after spending a moment wondering what could be urgent at this hour he turned his attention back to Lord Willum.
It isn't my business and I don't care. But he didn't stop watching and soon he had another thought. Perhaps Daeron said that to intervene, and I suppose as he is a comrade of Roland's so maybe I should do something. He took a look around hoping to see any of Lord Willum's men who might be closer to sober than the others so that he could speak to him about intervening for the sake of his Lord's honor, or something close to that but less abrasive. In the end it did not matter what he might say though because he failed to find anybody who could be mistaken for sober except for the woman attempting the seduction.
Rising suddenly he decided on a bolder course. He went to the bar for three fresh mugs and made way towards the two where he set the mugs down. "Lady, you look to be stone sober!" He says it louder then he needs to and with a wide smile and hearty laugh, "Please accept this drink as if it were whatever you might be seeking!" He remains motionless for just a second - his eyes on her and his smile too wide to be real- then he raises his own mug in a toast towards Lord Karl, hoping his words to be taken as some strange toast to the well inebriated Lord. "Lord Karl, forgive me but I missed the spectacle of the matches on everybody's lips and while I've heard much of them, I beg the honor of hearing them straight from the source! And I pray you spare no detail, after all the night is young and I've no lanes to ride come morning!" He raises the mug in another toast and as he lowers it to his lips he looks towards Lady Alena one last time before fixing himself firmly on every word of Lord Karls and making every effort to drag out each and every detail.
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Post by Father on Oct 14, 2018 10:36:05 GMT 1
"Only because I can drink like a fish, ser!" She quips and happily accepts the cup, raising it in a toast and taking a good sip, though no more than is proper for a lady to drink, but she is otherwise well past behavior fit for a lady. Lord Karl willingly tells away his tale, with Alena complimenting and whispering japes in his ear to make him shake with laughter. Mikel won't likely manage to match her skills at subtle nudging.
Out on the streets, Daeron doesn't quite catch up with the man, but does not lose the trail, he sees the man, or at least someone looking the part entering a tavern, a cheap tavern no doubt serving watered down ale by the looks of it, as Daeron enters he sees the hooded man, now seated with a group of shifty looking types, two hedge knights by the looks of it and some other men, one of the "knights" examines the contents of a coin purse, takes it and gets up, the rest also gets up to leave. The Hooded man appears to now be seated alone, drinking his ale, his back turned against Daeron.
Mikel would need to enter intrigue with Lord Karl to stop whatever is about to happen from happening, Karl will be having a penalty from the drink, but Alena will be assisting him, because of time constraints, it's probably best to just handle it with rolling 10x influence rolls because need for speed, or something like Read Target until you get +1D and then 10x influence rolls. If you want to give it a go: ID: 14 DR: 4 Composure: 12 Passive Deception: 8
Daeron may either confront the hooded man or follow his hired thugs.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 14, 2018 15:32:11 GMT 1
He looks down at the blade at his side for reassurance before moving forward.
Now having the advantage, Daeron quickly looks around to make sure that nobody is sneaking up behind him as well before walking up to the man and placing a hand on his shoulder, firmly. With his other hand he removes the hood from the man.
"You've been a tough person to find."
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Post by Father on Oct 14, 2018 15:58:39 GMT 1
Slowly, the man turns to look at him, greasy black hair that almost reaches to the shoulders, black stubble covering all of his chin and most of the cheeks, a dirty face that clearly has seen a lot of sun, nondescript nose and brown eyes with a nasty looking mark upon his temple, most likely dealt to him by club or cudgel. He hurriedly brings the hood back over his head, apparently embarrassed to have this blemish exposed. "Well, here I am." he states with a nervous chuckle. "Does the good ser seek the services of a builder? My other employers have never once found cause to complain about my work" Act normal: 6d6k4 16
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 14, 2018 16:54:35 GMT 1
"I imagine that you must be a very successful builder if you have the coin to pass off onto knights of the hedge and their rabble for who knows what purpose."
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Post by Father on Oct 14, 2018 17:17:35 GMT 1
"Many lords seems very eager to have their castles repaired and ready for the turbulent times ahead, Ser." He shrugs and offers Daeron to sit with him. "Such eagerness does indeed tend to pay well, and draws the attention of greedy men, a man would do well to arrange for protection on the road"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 14, 2018 18:36:23 GMT 1
Expecting an aggressive response to his aggressive approach, Daeron found himself caught off guard by the man's nonchalance and friendliness. For a moment he almost accepted his invitation to sit and probably have a few rounds of small ale before heading back to his camp; however, a new emotion came bubbling up inside him. It wasn't honor or justice that drove his next action, but greed, a latent gift from his Unworthy father.
"As much as I would like to believe you, a man of your description recently hired a couple of ruffians to murder a noblewoman. Now I can't say if you're the one or not, but I imagine that Lord Tyrell's bounty will more than assuage any guilt I might have, and I'm sure that a few round of 'questioning' will clear you of any false accusations."
He slides the first few inches of his sword out of its scabbard to show that he was deadly serious.
"Now if you would come with me, I would appreciate it. It would be easier to walk you to my camp than to drag you."
Hurray for feudal social structures! Would a simple intrigue-intimidate be appropriate here?
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Post by Father on Oct 14, 2018 18:42:49 GMT 1
Hmm, Blood of Valyria? Why yes, you could indeed attempt it.
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