[D11] You're a mean one... (Closed, Some entry by request)
Dec 9, 2018 16:52:18 GMT 1
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Post by Malyk on Dec 9, 2018 16:52:18 GMT 1
The discussion with Lord Levalle last night had been lengthy and a somewhat unorthodox conversation, even shocking in parts, but a valuable one. Afterwards, Malyk had willed himself to sleep. He had much to do and he needed all his rest and faculties to do them. By dawn he was already up and dressed, his tent a flurry of activity with many entering and leaving in rapid succession.
-Have the medical supplies been delivered to the healers?
-Yes, Master Malyk, but they are low on bandages.
-The supply pavilion is nearly empty now. Take it down and shred it.
-But... Yes, Master Malyk.
-Have the horses been taken care of?
-Yes, Master Malyk. Those that can be saved are being cared for. The dead have been removed to the abattoir. It took most of the night.
-Send runners to their owners, or the House Seneschals to determine how they wish these steeds disposed of. I would prefer these carcasses not be wasted, but the decision is theirs.
-Will they care about these animals now that they are dead?
-You obviously have no concept how attached Knights are to their horses. Smallfolk may have no qualms about eating horse meat, but the gentry are another matter entirely.
-Yes, Master Malyk.
-Albion, you are easily the most indolent boy I have ever met. I have tried to be patient with you, but I have none to spare today. You will be guarding Lady Delena along with her usual retinue. You are to remain beside her like glue and you best hope she doesn't so much as break a fingernail. Do we understand each other?
-Ye..ye..yes, Master Malyk.
-Guardsman Brune, you and some of your friends have been accepting coin for information about House Levalle. I've overlooked it for the most part, but I suggest you refrain from such temptation for the next few days or you may find your life dramatically changed, and not for the better. Am I clear?
-Yes, Master Malyk
-Since Lord Leo and Lord Eldon are so keen on hanging every smallfolk they can lay hands on, Master Reygn, perhaps they should be guided towards those most worthy of the punishment. Shame to waste such copious amounts of vitriol on the innocent, don't you think?
-Whether they were actually at the riot or not?
-There was such chaos, Master Reygn. Who is to say who was where?
-Yes, Master Malyk
And so it continued. The Senechal plucking this thread and that. An ocean of blood had been sacrificed and Malyk was determined to see some good from it. It was not just about Abelar (he no longer referred to or thought of the man as a Septon), it was about turning tragedy into an opportunity for something positive. A nudge here, a soft touch there. He would bring some succor to the innocent, bring true justice where he could, and he would make the reputation of House Levalle an even greater lie than it already was. Lord Levalle would be concentrating on the melee today. It was up to him to do what his Lord could not.
Malyk disliked mess, and this was a colossal mess. Most of last evening had been spent cleaning it up. It was a terrible job, but someone had to do it and there were few others volunteering for the position. The overburdened healers were caring for the living, supplemented by as many willing hands as he could press into service. The Silent Sisters were caring for the dead, although the sheer number was daunting. It was likely many would find their way to a mass grave, nameless and forgotten except by the Stranger. Burning so many was probably out of the question. Those of high status would have their funerals. He wondered how many more would be added to their number after the fighting today. At least melee would keep the Knights and most of the nobles out of his way.
Despite the many efforts, there was still enormous mess to clean up. So much blood and fighting had churned Lord Eldon's campsite into a morass, making cleanup difficult. The land would recover. It always did, but likely unusable for some time, and he doubted that any would want to camp there due to the ill-omens of the place for many years to come, if ever. Perhaps a memorial was in order. Abelar's name dragged through the blood-soaked mud for all eternity.
After days of confusion and doubt, Malyk had regained his sense of purpose. He had been torn between the things that had happened he could do nothing about, and trying to predict the things that might happen in order to prevent them. Worrying about either had been foolish. You could not predict where the bolt of lightning would strike; it was folly to try. You could not prevent the forest fire it started, only save what you could till it burned itself out. He had forgotten his own advice to Lord Levalle; that one must have a clear goal and the determination to see it through. In many ways he had Lord Durwell to thank for this renewed sense of clarity and direction. His goals may be destructive, but his methods were brilliant. Had Abelar followed Lord Marq's example, Lord Eldon (and only Lord Eldon) would have been dead days ago.
Finally he put on soft gloves as he exited the tent. Today he was dressed elegantly and immaculately in black, his whip on one hip and a beautiful black enameled knife on the other. It was the kind young nobles wore to be fashionable because, unlike Malyk, they didn't really know how to use it. He strode to a waiting corsair. The fine animal was liveried in House Levalle colors. Normally he preferred to walk, but today he had too much ground to cover and too little time. Besides, it conveyed the right impression. He was the Senechal and right hand of a rich and powerful Lord. Normally he didn't care about such things, but today he needed people to remember that.
Mounting, he gave a quick prayer to the Seven to guide his endeavor and protect his Lord, then kicked his steed into a cantor and head to the castle. Upon arrival, he proceeded to the guest quarters, approaching the numerous guards on the door.
So many? Good. That's a very good sign.
"Seneshal Malyk to see Lord Eldon Merryweather on behalf of Lord Alliser Levalle."
-Have the medical supplies been delivered to the healers?
-Yes, Master Malyk, but they are low on bandages.
-The supply pavilion is nearly empty now. Take it down and shred it.
-But... Yes, Master Malyk.
-Have the horses been taken care of?
-Yes, Master Malyk. Those that can be saved are being cared for. The dead have been removed to the abattoir. It took most of the night.
-Send runners to their owners, or the House Seneschals to determine how they wish these steeds disposed of. I would prefer these carcasses not be wasted, but the decision is theirs.
-Will they care about these animals now that they are dead?
-You obviously have no concept how attached Knights are to their horses. Smallfolk may have no qualms about eating horse meat, but the gentry are another matter entirely.
-Yes, Master Malyk.
-Albion, you are easily the most indolent boy I have ever met. I have tried to be patient with you, but I have none to spare today. You will be guarding Lady Delena along with her usual retinue. You are to remain beside her like glue and you best hope she doesn't so much as break a fingernail. Do we understand each other?
-Ye..ye..yes, Master Malyk.
-Guardsman Brune, you and some of your friends have been accepting coin for information about House Levalle. I've overlooked it for the most part, but I suggest you refrain from such temptation for the next few days or you may find your life dramatically changed, and not for the better. Am I clear?
-Yes, Master Malyk
-Since Lord Leo and Lord Eldon are so keen on hanging every smallfolk they can lay hands on, Master Reygn, perhaps they should be guided towards those most worthy of the punishment. Shame to waste such copious amounts of vitriol on the innocent, don't you think?
-Whether they were actually at the riot or not?
-There was such chaos, Master Reygn. Who is to say who was where?
-Yes, Master Malyk
And so it continued. The Senechal plucking this thread and that. An ocean of blood had been sacrificed and Malyk was determined to see some good from it. It was not just about Abelar (he no longer referred to or thought of the man as a Septon), it was about turning tragedy into an opportunity for something positive. A nudge here, a soft touch there. He would bring some succor to the innocent, bring true justice where he could, and he would make the reputation of House Levalle an even greater lie than it already was. Lord Levalle would be concentrating on the melee today. It was up to him to do what his Lord could not.
Malyk disliked mess, and this was a colossal mess. Most of last evening had been spent cleaning it up. It was a terrible job, but someone had to do it and there were few others volunteering for the position. The overburdened healers were caring for the living, supplemented by as many willing hands as he could press into service. The Silent Sisters were caring for the dead, although the sheer number was daunting. It was likely many would find their way to a mass grave, nameless and forgotten except by the Stranger. Burning so many was probably out of the question. Those of high status would have their funerals. He wondered how many more would be added to their number after the fighting today. At least melee would keep the Knights and most of the nobles out of his way.
Despite the many efforts, there was still enormous mess to clean up. So much blood and fighting had churned Lord Eldon's campsite into a morass, making cleanup difficult. The land would recover. It always did, but likely unusable for some time, and he doubted that any would want to camp there due to the ill-omens of the place for many years to come, if ever. Perhaps a memorial was in order. Abelar's name dragged through the blood-soaked mud for all eternity.
After days of confusion and doubt, Malyk had regained his sense of purpose. He had been torn between the things that had happened he could do nothing about, and trying to predict the things that might happen in order to prevent them. Worrying about either had been foolish. You could not predict where the bolt of lightning would strike; it was folly to try. You could not prevent the forest fire it started, only save what you could till it burned itself out. He had forgotten his own advice to Lord Levalle; that one must have a clear goal and the determination to see it through. In many ways he had Lord Durwell to thank for this renewed sense of clarity and direction. His goals may be destructive, but his methods were brilliant. Had Abelar followed Lord Marq's example, Lord Eldon (and only Lord Eldon) would have been dead days ago.
Finally he put on soft gloves as he exited the tent. Today he was dressed elegantly and immaculately in black, his whip on one hip and a beautiful black enameled knife on the other. It was the kind young nobles wore to be fashionable because, unlike Malyk, they didn't really know how to use it. He strode to a waiting corsair. The fine animal was liveried in House Levalle colors. Normally he preferred to walk, but today he had too much ground to cover and too little time. Besides, it conveyed the right impression. He was the Senechal and right hand of a rich and powerful Lord. Normally he didn't care about such things, but today he needed people to remember that.
Mounting, he gave a quick prayer to the Seven to guide his endeavor and protect his Lord, then kicked his steed into a cantor and head to the castle. Upon arrival, he proceeded to the guest quarters, approaching the numerous guards on the door.
So many? Good. That's a very good sign.
"Seneshal Malyk to see Lord Eldon Merryweather on behalf of Lord Alliser Levalle."
He expected entry. Given the number of Knights that had come to his defense from House Levalle, more than any other House, and the amount of blood they had spilled to save his life, he doubted even Lord piggy would insult them by turning him away.
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