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Post by Seban Ward on Dec 17, 2018 16:37:41 GMT 1
Seban was weary to the bone. His day had started well, he had volunteered to escort Lady Delia to the marketplace, and he had gotten several sly smiles, and even a tinkling laugh from the fair maid. She was warming up to his charms, indeed.
When the rabble broke into the marketplace he had looked valiant indeed as he led her back to the safety of the blacbriar camp. But then, as angry men had gathered, the grizzled veterans proclaimed that they should fight fire with fire. Not wanting to look a coward, Seban had joined in the slaughter.
At first he had kept safely tucked behind the broad shoulders of Ser Jorah, but he soon charged off, and left Seban lost. He had taken a mans life in the chaos, felt as the man grew heavy on his sword.
After that he had fled, first back to his own tent, where he had coldsweated what remained of bloodlust out of his system. First now did he dare to brave the outside world, in search of penance at the sept.
Both cold and pale, his hood had been drawn forward to hide his visage.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Dec 18, 2018 9:02:05 GMT 1
It had been a difficult vigil. He had not known him long but he respected Ser Donnel and it was tragic to see such a man die before his time. His son Titus seemed to be following in his foot steps and though Mikel knew him even less well then Donnel he also felt remorse for the loss of a son for his father. Especially considering he would be facing that loss as he struggled to stay among the living. The vigil gave him time to reflect on his encounters with Donnel, from casual conversations to the spar. His thoughts then turned toward the duel and he did his best to remember all of it - something which always gave him trouble. He could recall pieces but never the whole without help. Then he allowed his mind free rein, anything from what might happen tomorrow, to women, and memories home.
Eventually daylight bled into the sept through the windows and Mikel began his shuffle out. His body made him aware of its discontent with its current state, the battering by the mob, wounds received from Ser Simon, and now a lack of sleep. As he walked out he had trouble shaking himself from his thoughts and in his inattention he walked right into somebody else.
Mikel's attention snapped back to the present. It was unlikely that something might come from this, but not so unlikely as to be unheard of. He gave Seban a quick assessment then addressed him without missing a beat. "I apologize Ser, I was with my thoughts when I should not have been. I hope that I have not caused you any harm?" With the right inflection Mikel made what would have been a statement a question. |
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Post by Seban Ward on Dec 20, 2018 13:32:10 GMT 1
Sebans attention quickly snaps back to the present as the other knight knocks into him.
"No harm at all good ser, I was as much to blame myself, there was little time for sleep last night! I hoped a prayer to the Father would reinvigorate me. Pray tell, what are you doing up this early?"
Seban seems eager to prolong the exchange, but he moves out of the way, in case the other knight is otherwise occupied.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Dec 20, 2018 23:09:37 GMT 1
"Yesterday certainly had proven more involving then anybody could have foreseen. I hope you and yours had suffered no loss in yesterdays riots. I stood vigil for Ser Donnel through the night and was just leaving the Sept, so more of a late night then an early morning. He was an uncommon man and losing him is a tragedy, especially in these times. With the melee today I fear there will be more vigils to stand tonight, more then there would be at any other tournament of similar size at that. Perhaps you can say a prayer that I shall be mistaken?"
Mikel caught himself before carrying away on another tirade. "I am Ser Mikel of Harroway. Will you be partaking in said melee today?" |
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Post by Seban Ward on Dec 22, 2018 21:52:14 GMT 1
"I am Ser Seban Ward, in service to Jon Blackbriar, broyher to the late Donnel Blacbriar. I suppose us Blacbriar men had a different way to memorize his passing. We got our revenge on the people who killed him." Seban gives a gleefull smile.
"So you knew old Donnel well?"
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Dec 26, 2018 0:33:13 GMT 1
"I had only met him at this tourney but knew him by reputation. He seemed to be one of the few men who lived up to his good name. My condolences to you, Ser, I imagine you knew him better and longer then I have. I know his son Titus even less well having only met him once, but I am confident that he will remain among the living."
"It is good that you survived that mess. Hopefully no other men serving House Blackbriar were harmed. I had seen Ser Donnel just briefly in the madness, mounted. Seen Ser Titus too as he collected a woman and rode off to remove her from the madness."
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Post by Seban Ward on Jan 1, 2019 18:11:06 GMT 1
"Reputation helps very little where he is going. At least his killers have been sent to a much less pleasant place." Ser Seban spits to prove his point.
"Apart from Ser Titus and Ser Donnel, we avoided major injuries, did your house fare well, or did you have casualities for yourself to pray for?"
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 17, 2019 9:29:28 GMT 1
"I am one for believing that we shall reap what we have sown when our time ends. If that is the case, Ser Donnel's reputation makes it a certainty that he has gone on to a better place." Mikel may have been less religious then most, but what faith he did have he held close. "Considering how many men had made up that mob I cannot imagine the difficulty you faced in finding the exact men who had killed Ser Donnel. Unless you had been nearby when he was laid low?" It was the second time that Seban had mentioned killing them men who killed Ser Donnel. Mikel assumed he had not meant it as literally as he was taking it, but asked regardless. "Our camp was fortunate in that it fared well during the riot. I did loose my horse, which still upsets me, but with the lives of our men intact I am thankful things had not gone worse for us." |
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Post by Seban Ward on Jan 19, 2019 11:51:06 GMT 1
"A better place indeed. It would be interesting to know what the septon will reap, with all the deaths he sowed."
"The whole mob was guilty, we charged those we found, and the rest will remember to stay in their place for the future." Seban smiled: "Sometimes men have to do the justice for the father too!"
"A horse can be a good companion, and a great loss. I am sorry to hear! But with no men killed, you were fortunate indeed! I suppose I will add a prayer of thanks, together with my prayers of passing. For to reap no deaths, you must have sowed much peace in the past."
Seban pats the bigger knight on the shoulder.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 21, 2019 8:55:25 GMT 1
"I appreciate your words and agree that the Septon must now be sure to reap something truly wretched when he passes. May I ask how long you have been in service to Lord Blackbriar, Ser? I have only been in service to Lord Starkwood a year now, which is nearly all of the time I have spent in the Reach. I have always enjoyed a good tournament but feel very fortunate as being here has allowed me to put a face to so many names I have heard. Though I imagine you have an advantage over me in this regard and that you were raised here in the Reach?"
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