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Post by Father on Dec 30, 2018 22:21:15 GMT 1
Lord Leo had planned for a tourney to be remembered, to be talked about by the grandchildren of the great knights partaking in it. Of the splendor and glory of the finest chivalry Westeros could offer. For certain, the tourney will be remembered, recorded by the maesters and talked about by the grandchildren of the grandchildren of the knights partaking in it. But they are not like to discuss the gallantry and great feats of arms performed by the knights. Nor of the virtuous ladies and their elegance and charm, no. The tales that will be told of Lord Leo's tourney will be that of fire and blood.
The burning hatred that had been fanned to give the flaming infernos, the streams of blood that was spilled that will feed into frothing rivers. Perhaps history will judge the coming chaos and death to have been inevitable, most likely it will determine this tourney as the point of no return, the edge after which there was no hope to have peace. It will be remembered for this, and for the men and women who contributed to dashing such hopes upon the rocks of the Mander, perhaps also those trying in vain to keep the dream of peace alive.
The stories will be told, and retold, by black wings and by the words of men, the four winds will spread the stories of the Black Tourney everywhere, to the Wall, to Sunspear, to the Iron Islands, across the narrow Sea. But what shape will they take? Who will be cast as heroes? As the winners? As the losers? As fiends?
Challenge:
Optional (can do as many as preferred):
Cunning (Logic) TN 9
Knowledge (Research) TN 9
Will (Dedication) TN 9
Gain 1 score per DoS. For every 4 of total score, gain +1D, for every 2 that is left over, gain +1b. Keep any +1 that remains. This is combined as a bonus to the language tests:
For each critical failure: -1D on the language tests.
You may write letters, pamphlets or even books for the maester's to study when writing down the history of King Daeron's reign. Alternatively, songs, plays and poetry. Any form of medium that might be circulated, read and transcribed or memorized and retold is applicable. In general, these efforts are likely to be undertaken in the weeks to come, not something that everyone does before they leave Highgarden.
Language (Notice, Memory or Education) TN 12.
Language (Convince or Incite) TN 12.
Gain a number of points towards your Fire/Blood rumor score (accumulated DoS) equal to DoS*status rank (round up), if you do not wish to publicly take a side in so doing, cut the points gained in half.
If you opt for written accounts (language 3+ required), you may treat your status rank as being equal to your chivalry/virtue rank.
You may take -1D to circulate your accounts anonymously, you status rank is then counted as 2, and any points gained are halved as per not publicly taking a side.
Additionally, you may attempt to influence opinions about specific topics or individuals, effects to be determined during the off-season (incite if negative, convince if positive). It is possible to use this event for this purpose only, foregoing fire/blood points (influencing AND gaining fire/blood points requires the subject matter to be linked to the advancement of the chosen faction). You must pick one subject matter to prioritize, but you may add others also, particularly if multiple drawbacks compels you to do so. Only opinions of one subject matter will be affected.
Per critical Failure: -2 Influence.
Special:
Injuries, wounds and fatigue does not apply as these efforts are generally spread out over the coming weeks, but it counts as happening on D12 for benefit usage.
May spend 1 glory/coffers/influence for +1b to the language tests (only coffers applies if done anonymously).
A DP spent on one test affects all tests equally.
Benefit/Drawbacks considerations:
(Anonymity will void any modifiers from those marked by *)
Famous: Treat your reputation ranks as status ranks.
Great Bastard*: +1D very much applies.
Head of House*: You may treat your status rank as if it is your maximum rank
Septon*: May gain +2 if foregoing gaining points for fire/blood and instead focusing on matters related to church and faith independent of the question of who should be king.
Connections: May distribute your accounts anonymously without penalty or reduced effect (but still half for not taking a public stance)
Reviled*: -1D on the language tests.
Furious: Must test for this or be forced to use the incite option, lashing out against someone who has wronged you during the tournament.
Vaingorious: Must test for this if you want to gain fire/blood points, but not publicly take a side while doing it.
Romantic: Must test if one wants to do incite (unless forced by other drawback).
Supreme Arrogance: Penalty equal to status rank applies to the language tests (and it's appropriate not to consider the penalty when deciding whether or not to partake).
Prejudiced: Must test for this or be forced to use the incite option, lashing out against someone of your target group that were present at the tournament.
Zealot: Probably triggers given the scope of this event, general advice being to let other drawbacks take priority in case of conflict.
Vindictive: Must test for this or be forced to use the incite option, lashing out against someone who has wronged you during the tournament.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Dec 31, 2018 6:58:51 GMT 1
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Jan 1, 2019 13:25:11 GMT 1
Roland's research was not the finest, only narrowly avoiding the temptation to pretentiously employ metaphors and historical parallels he did not fully understand. Mercifully for the book he planned to write, perseverance and discipline were as valuable in this endeavour as they were in the training yard. He worked and worked, eventually finding a plainer style that suited his abilities. Better that, than attempt something he was incapable of and be thought a fool. D12 Tales We Will Tell - Knowledge, Will: 2#3d6 5 140 DoS (non critical failure), 2 DoS +1B to language rolls [OOC: more to come, but definitely doing a book to support Blood, perhaps an account of Roland's tourney exploits and wooing of Alicent. Need to come up with a good title - "On Matters Martial & Marital" appeals if Lord Yronwood approves the match] D12 Tales We Will Tell - Language rolls (glory, +1 from optional step), Blood + book promote Roland & Alicent as worthy of rule: 2#5d6k3 17 9- 2 DoS, non critical Failure - Glory spent for 1B
- 2 DoS total x Chivalry 9 = 18 points towards Blood rumour, and as part of that promoting Roland & Alicent as a suitable couple that could rule well [further to come IC] |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jan 2, 2019 5:19:01 GMT 1
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jan 3, 2019 3:30:02 GMT 1
Septon Abelar makes his way to through Highgarden, a sheaf of papers wrapped in a leather folder under his arm. Though he is best known as a speaker, Abelar began his career as more of a scholar. As he is wont to do, he has been writing each night of the tourney. His account is a meandering thing, focusing sometimes on events and personalities at the tourney, and at other times delving into larger topics of faith, justice, and happiness, with some scattered examples from the tourney interspersed to highlight certain concepts. After arriving at his destination, he spreads the papers, examining his work. Each of the broadsheets is marked with a date or a title in his large, looping handwriting. Most are filled to the bottom of the page or on the back with smaller scrawl, with some parts crossed out or re-written in the margins. No doubt others will have recorded their thoughts at this tourney. My account should emphasize things that theirs do not. It mustn't strike too strident a tone, lest my history differ too much from the others and be cast aside as a liar's ravings. And should I take the side of Fire or Blood, I could doom these thoughts to the flames. Winners of rebellions are not known for their charity towards unkind words, whether they spring from tongue or page . . .He begins reading his handiwork. Abelar skimmed the rest of the work. All accurate and useful, but I do believe that other events of the tourney did overshadow this and I cannot confuse my readers. This piece is better for my *personal* papers . . . yes. He lays it aside. The septon looks up, allowing his brow to un-furrow. Reading at length without discomfort of the eyes had become a thing of his youth, unfortunately. He pondered what he had written as he watched the motes of dust play in the air before him. Ordinarily, I would think that Butterbumps' depredations require no riposte in writing, for his words will fall fast from memory. But the fool mentioned the account of Mushroom several times. So he reads, and he has read another fool's history. As such, I cannot assume that he has not taken ink to paper.Abelar shifts the papers relating to Fools and Butterbumps to a separate pile. He continues reading the remainder of his papers, eventually deciding to keep his extended thoughts on Blackfyre to himself, as well as his private history of Blackbriar. The records he chooses for public preservation include the Butterbumps papers, as well as his history of the tourney, which is stylized as an exploration of virtue and sin, with the historical events of the tourney serving to provide examples. Parts of it are narrative, but there is also a fair bit stylized as a conversation between a septon, who advocates for a return to the old ways, and a lively, newly-frocked septa who argues that the Faith should remove itself from the affairs of men. (Here, he drew great inspiration from his conversations with Laena Pyre.) The thrust of the work is to point out how the presence of the Faith Militant could harness the power of true knights and put them to use against evil, rather than seeing their service subjected to the whims of politics. This he wrote with the intent to avoid taking a side on the matter of the Crown, casting little judgment on Blackfyre or King Daeron. Perhaps the most gripping piece is his first-person account of his actions leading up to the riot, as well as his time at trial. He removes the page regarding Lord Durwell's visit, for fear of what the secretive lord might do to the work if he misliked his portrayal.
[D12 Tales we will tell] Goal of advancing Faith Militant Cunning (Logic): 5d6k4+2 19 (3 DOS) (Cunning 4D, Logic 1B, Septon +2)[D12 Tales we will tell] Goal of advancing Faith Militant Knowledge (Research): 4d6+2 16 (2 DOS) (Knowledge 4D, Septon +2)[D12 Tales we will tell] Goal of advancing Faith Militant Will (Dedication): 6d6k4+2 21 (3 DOS) (Will 4D, Dedication 2B, Septon +2)Total Score: 8 points--> +1D and +1B on Language tests EDIT: should be +2D! (bonus dice converted below)[D12 Tales we will tell] Goal of advancing Faith Militant Language (Education) w+1D+1B: 7d6k4+2 21 (2 DOS) 23 (2 DOS) (Language 3D, +2D from 8 points gained for event, Education 2B, Septon +2)
[D12 Tales we will tell] Goal of advancing Faith Militant Language (Convince) w+1D+1B: 7d6k4+2 24 (3 DOS) 29 (4 DOS) (Language 3D, +2D from 8 points gained for event, Convince 2B, Septon +2)DOS (5) (6) * Status Rank (Famous) (6) = 30 36 points gained towards advancing the Faith Militant. |
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Post by Ashara Starkwood on Jan 4, 2019 3:54:56 GMT 1
Ashara was not a scholar. She was not a writer either... she had never really thought to put words to paper for the edification of the future. However, she knew that the words of one half-Dornish daughter of a minor noble house would not make much of a difference. No one of importance would likely bother listen to her, and even if they did, they would not likely give her words much credence. What could this girl possibly know about the running of the Realm? They would not, however, be so likely to dismiss the cold hard facts of numbers, reported by learned Maesters. No lord who hoped to be lord for long could afford to completely ignore his house's fortunes, though some certainly seemed to try. It was more of a pamphlet than a book, and heavily relied upon facts and figures that she diligently spent collecting - well, to be honest, she talked with Maester Ronnel and between the two of them they were able to convince other Maesters to send copies of the needed information to Starkwood. She even wrote to Princess Elaena, woman to waomn, about her project and received some interesting information from her (or an assistant, most likely). Finances were dry material, and not terribly interesting to Ashara, but for the good of - well, everyone, really - she forced herself through it. The first part of the booklet was a tally of the costs, both financial and in lives, of the various wars with Dorne, compared to the additional revenue to the crown from Dornish taxes, even after their various exceptions. The difference, was, of course staggering - wars were expensive affairs, and not a one of them produced more revenue than it cost. On the other hand, even a reduced tax revenue was a positive... and that didn't even factor in the wealth generated by increased trade. The second part was a tallying of the various costs of the Dance, and (again, mostly quoting form other, more learned sources) an estimate of the cost of another rebellion. She did not make any explicit claims about Blackfyre or his power-hungry followers, but anyone with any sense at all would recognize what potential rebellion she was talking about.
Note: assistance of Maester Ronnel and others purely an RP matter. D12 - Tales - Cunning TN 9: 3d6 13 1 DoS 3D Cunning D12 - Tales - Knowledge(Research) TN 9: 3d6 9 1 DoS 3D Knowledge D12 - Tales - Will(Dedication) TN 9: 5d6k4 22 3 DoS 4D Will 2b Dedication -1b Inept(Will) Total 5 DoS for +1D & +1 to Language tests D12 - Tales - Vindictive Will(Dedication) TN 15: 5d6k4 16 Pass (might choose to Incite anyway though) 4D Will 2b Dedication -1b Inept(Will) D12 - Tales - Language(Notice): 6d6k4+1 18Did not label faction. D12 - Tales - Blood - Language(Notice): 6d6k4+1 20 vs TN 12, 2 DoS 3D Language +1D 4 DoS from Optional tests 2b Notice +1 Fifth DoS from Optional tests D12 - Tales - Language(Convince): 4d6+1 5Did not label faction. D12 - Tales - Blood - Language(Convince): 4d6+1 14 vs TN 12, 1 DoS 3D Language +1D 4 DoS from Optional tests +1 Fifth DoS from Optional tests Written account, so 6 Virtue instead of 4 Status 3 DoS * 6 = 18 accumulated Blood rumor DoS Hoping to influence opinion that the peace with Dorne is a good thing. |
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 11, 2019 9:40:17 GMT 1
[D12] The tales we will tell - Cunning TN 9: 3d6 5 Failure [D12] The tales we will tell - Will(dedication) TN 9: 5d6k4 20 3 DoS
+1b, +1 to tests
[D12] The tales we will tell - Language v. TN 12 (Pro Blood): 2#4d6k3+1 14 11, 1 DoS, Failure
1 DoS x 7 (Chivalry in place of status for written account for having 3 on language) = 7 points for blood
Mikel enjoyed reading when given the opportunity and while reflecting on all that had happened during the Black Tournament he wondered what others may read of it one day. The thought left him with a sour feeling, believing all anybody would be given was propaganda absent things which should not be forgotten. Carrying these thoughts over a few days, and given his lack of activity due to his condition, he decided that he might write something so that he would know the truth was out there. He gave a general accounting of the tournament. The things he saw and the things which he did not see but most certainly happened. The lack of justice in High Garden over the course of the tournament, the dark deeds of Lord Eldon, the riot, who held the public's attention and why. But more then anything else the fighting. Having no gift for writing his work lacked a good flow and an interesting style. Accounts of the fighting were not thrilling but dry, closer to a study of combat and technique then not. |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jan 12, 2019 7:39:27 GMT 1
D12, The Tales we Tell, Cunning (Logic) TN9: 3d6 7, 0 DoSD12, The Tales we Tell, Will (Dedication) TN9: 4d6k3 11, 1 DoSD12, The Tales we Tell, Prejudice - Incite, Will (Dedication) TN12: 4d6k3 12, Success+1 to Language Rolls.
D12, The Tales we Tell, Language (Notice) TN12, 1 Influence, Written Account, Tyrells declare Fire: 4d6k3+1 12, 1 DoSD12, The Tales we Tell, Language (Convince) TN12, 1 Influence, Written Account, Tyrells declare Fire: 4d6k3+1 10, 0 DoS
1 DoS * Chivalry (5) = 5 points to Fire rumor score / Tyrells declare Fire. Balon could write in both Common Tongue and Valyrian but just because he could didn't mean he should nor that when he did he was any good at conveying his message. His clumsy prose tried to emphasize that the chaos at the Black Tourney was due to agents of the King and their goal was to undermine the authority and credibility of Lord Leo Tyrell simply because he liked Ser Daemon Blackfyre more than King Daeron. There was no treason. No secret meetings with the heir to Storm's End to collectively raise their banners in rebellion. It was because he saw Ser Daemon as more chivalrous and knightly than his half-brother the king. It seemed to be a self-fulfilling prophecy for what Lord Paramount would allow such an attack on his character and not respond?
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Jan 13, 2019 17:06:23 GMT 1
The road to recovery is a long one. For a man like Titus, all his life dedicated to swordscraft, horsemanship and lancework, the weeks he spends bound to his bed, incapable and useless are not unlike eternity. An endless, drudging torment of worthlessness. Worthlessness and guilt. His father was dead. This was the terrible fact he have had to face in his first lucid moments. Died saving the boy Titus had failed to protect. No one said it. No one laid the blame on him - how could they? Mother and son had lived, his father had died a hero. But he had died all the same. And here Titus laid. Alive and useless. Would he be able to hold a sword again? Mount a horse? In the wars to come would he be forced to sit idly by as a cripple? When it struck, the fear was as bad as the guilt. One by one, the participants of the Grand Tourney of Highgarden dispersed, heading back to their lands to prepare for whatever was to come - his family to. Titus wasn't alone, no. Once he had regained consciousness and required less of the milk of the poppy to dull the pain he could take visitors and did so. He was not alone but he was more lonely than he'd ever been. They didn't understand. How could they? When it wasn't the guilt, or the fear, or the anger or the humiliation... there was the sheer overwhelming boredom. Being chained to a broken body, unable to even walk the uncountable gardens of Lord Tyrell's palace was maddening. Everyday; the same walls, bed and window of the room The Longthorn had graciously provided him with. The same curtains. The same sheets. The same chamberpot. The same servant having to aid him with the most rudimentary of tasks. He grew more and more withdrawn, the childlike softness of his face hardened and he became silent and moody. There was a time where he considered throwing himself out of that window but he lacked the strength to do so. ... One day, there was a knock on the door. A servant entered and provided him with heaps of bound pages and scrolls of texts along with a package - none which he had requested. Attached was a letter. Unsigned. "May these tragic tales of fools and glory aid your own,
when one can not grasp a sword, I find a pen more suitable."
The scrolls and papers proved to be poetry, manuscripts and plays - none which he was very familiar with. As a boy he relished tales of gallantry and heroes but never did have a mind for books or the written words - few Blackbriars did. But with nothing but time and empty days before him, these stories where as a gift from the Gods. The package, once opened, proved to contain pencil, ink and empty pages. ... And so he read. And so he wrote. At start, even the pen was heavy in his hand and his handwriting (which had always been awful) was nothing more than shaking scribbles. Raven's Feet Delia had always called it. But with time it grew steadier. With time. It started as a letter to his father. An apology, a promise, plead and a prayer in one. It started as a letter but grew in to something else. Many times he crumbled the paper, ripped it apart or burned but slowly, slowly something came to be. A story, written in clumsy prose, describing the tales and deed of a Knight returning from Dorne in an age of gallantry and honour. A tale of a knight who always weathered the storm, stood strong and tall against those who would harm the innocent, a tale of a knight who served his king and the gods with honour and slew the worlds evil-doers with righteous fury. A tale of a knight who won himself a wife, who bred strong and gallant sons and daughters whom he loved they loved him. A tale of a knight who stood by his family and eventually, old but unwavering died protecting them and the realm. Beaten, bloody and bruised but unbroken. "The Tale of Donnel the Dauntless"
(As discussed with Narrator, Titus is allowed to participate in this event as it takes place later in the timeline (Eoric will not. Writing is for sissies.)Tales we Tell - Cunning v TN9: 3d6 13 - 1 DoS Tales we Tell - Will (Dedication) v TN9: 5d6k3 8 - 0 DoS +1 to Language Tests Spends 1 Glory for +1bTales We Tell - Written - Non Public Blood - Language v TN12: 2#4d6k3+1 16+2 (BotA) 15 - 2 DoS, 1 DoS 3 DoS * 9 Chivalry = 27/2 (non public stance) = 13 (or 14?) towards Blood |
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Post by Alliser on Jan 17, 2019 14:26:07 GMT 1
Challenge:Optional (can do as many as preferred): Cunning (Logic) TN 9 Knowledge (Research) TN 9 Will (Dedication) TN 9 Gain 1 score per DoS. For every 4 of total score, gain +1D, for every 2 that is left over, gain +1b. Keep any +1 that remains. This is combined as a bonus to the language tests: For each critical failure: -1D on the language tests. Language (Notice, Memory or Education) TN 12. Language (Convince or Incite) TN 12. Gain a number of points towards your Fire/Blood rumor score (accumulated DoS) equal to DoS*status rank (round up), if you do not wish to publicly take a side in so doing, cut the points gained in half. If you opt for written accounts (language 3+ required), you may treat your status rank as being equal to your chivalry/virtue rank. Per critical Failure: -2 Influence. Special:Injuries, wounds and fatigue does not apply as these efforts are generally spread out over the coming weeks, but it counts as happening on D12 for benefit usage. May spend 1 glory/coffers/influence for +1b to the language tests (only coffers applies if done anonymously). A DP spent on one test affects all tests equally Benefit/Drawbacks considerations:(Anonymity will void any modifiers from those marked by *) Head of House*: You may treat your status rank as if it is your maximum rank Reviled*: -1D on the language tests. Zealot: Probably triggers given the scope of this event, general advice being to let other drawbacks take priority in case of conflict. Vindictive: Must test for this or be forced to use the incite option, lashing out against someone who has wronged you during the tournament. : 6d6k4 23 3d6 11 3d6 11 = 3,1,1 = 5 = 1 D + 1 B |
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jan 17, 2019 22:37:03 GMT 1
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Jan 20, 2019 3:17:46 GMT 1
Modifiers
Cunning:3D Will: 3D Knowledge: 3D Language: 3D Convince: 2b Status:4
{D12} TalesWeTell: Cunning [TN9}: 3d6 8 Simple Failure {d12} TalesWeTell: Will [TN9}: 3d6 10 1DOS{D12} TalesWeTell: Knowledge [TN9}: 3d6 4 CRIT FAIL -1DResults= -1D
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Spending 1Glory for +1B on Language testsLanguage1: {D12} TalesWeTell: Language1 +1B-1D+1 [TN12}: 4d6k2+1 13 1DOS. {D12} TalesWeTell: Language1 FIRE +1B-1D+1 [TN12}: 4d6k2+1 11 Simple Failure Language2: {d12} TalesWeTell: Language(Convince) +1B-1D+1 [TN12}: 6d6k2+1 11 Simple Failure {D12} TalesWeTell: Language(Con)FIRE +1B-1D+1 [TN12}: 6d6k2+1 10 Simple Failure Results = 0 DOS toward Fire
Following the tourney Parmen devoted the time to write to his friends about what had occurred during the Black Tourney. The courage and honor of Redtusk and Ser Daemon and the need to see men like these brought into the circles of power before it was too late to stop the growing storm. He knew that many men (and some women) of the Arbor traveled widely and so his words had the chance to spread as fast as a Redwyne galley could sail. Unfortunately, Parmen had always found it easier to persuade people when face-to-face then with paper and ink. Although his arguments were logical and clear his lack of knowledge of previous examples that could bolster his case left his arguments weaker than they should have been. Every little bit counted, but the high emotions following the tourney made it difficult to find a space for a more moderate view point to be heard among all of the shouting for Fire and Blood.
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Post by Alliser on Jan 21, 2019 0:23:53 GMT 1
[day 12] TTWWTT language Notice tn 12, language incite tn12 (pro blood against fire): 7d6k3 15 5d6k3 16Reviled -1 D 3d language 2b notice 1d 1b special Reviled -1 D 3d language 1d 1b special status 5 head of house x 2 DOS = 10 points
Lord Alliser follows his dusky skinned spy into the hall. The hall was brimming with well dressed men and women, lots of murmuring was in the hall and some even let the distaste for the Lord show on their face. As they weave through the crowd the middle aged lord reaches for a small pendant of gold, the exhaustion from last night not slowing his steps. foolish old man. You are not your son who can cavort with the dancers till morning then raise up fresh again. He had still not seen his wife since last night, but Regyn had woke him when he did not return to camp, a look of worry on his face and sharp words on his tongue regarding his chosen companions. He also informed the Lord that a meeting was occurring of the merchants, and that an opportunity could present itself if he dressed quickly and met him in the market place. So quickly he went, and after meeting with Regyn next to the Blacksmiths forge, he allowed himself to be led down to a big warehouse. Once he arrived he spied a hastily constructed stage, with men dressed finer then most nobles yelling back and forth about something. From the far back where they arrived not much could be discerned, But Alliser saw a chain of men repeating words in a loud voice so that those in the back could hear what those in the front were saying. After a few minutes of scowling and shoving Lord Alliser finally makes his way up to the stage where he hears clearly what they are talking about. "These duties are ridiculous!" Yells once man, bulging coin purse at his side. "The King must surely seek to be bleeding the reach dry! What good is wheat during summer? Why take so much from our ships except to feed the lay about Donnish in the capital!" "Your complaints are just wind. Not even the Maesters know when the next winter will hit. You just want to give us farmers less so you can pocket the difference you dog!" The older man in a simple brown tunic was a stark contrast to the others who peacocked their wealth. Alliser approaches the stage and two strong boys stand up quickly from where they had been lounging. "Sit." the lord spoke a command and without hesitation the boys did as they were told, not expecting to see a Lord of a house in such a frenetic place. Alliser leaps up onto the stage, his hardened leather soles causing the ramshackle stage to boom with his landing. The loudly debating masters turn in shock at being disrupted, first to scold then to stare in surprise. "Listen!" His command of his voice carries just enough to reach the repeaters, but without the force of one who was yelling. "But My Lord," Begins the finely dressed merchant. "Quiet," He hisses at those gathered on the stage. His back turns towards the small group, his mild looks and black houppelande, which had seen so much wear this tournament, a stark contrast to the garish sight of the other merchants. "Master Merchants, and wives, I come bearing grim news." He starts walking, drawing the eye with his movement to himself rather then those he dismissed behind him. "You already know that Lord Bryce lies dead. His debts to some of you still remain unpaid, and his Regent, Ser Desmond, a rather boorish fellow but good to his word on making the payments. But you see, Ser Desmond is not the only one who might lead House Bridges in the future, there is a certain great bastard. A Ser Farman, who might also push his claim if given the chance and the proper motivation." Alliser was reaching into his own coin purse and produces two golden dragons and then raises them high enough to be scene, then rubs them together. As he brings them back down he continues, "Merchants who wish to remain so know what their customers are like. Who is likely to pay their debts, and who is likely to squander funds given for a moment of fun." He says referring to Ser Farman's well known complaints at the reduction in his lifestyle. "And you know who is likely to renege on bargains struck if it facies them. Dearly departed Lord Hightower himself used his position with the king to cancel a treaty to help pay for the damage his house caused Lord Caswell." He rounds meaningfully on the well dressed merchant, "And how binding do you think oaths of traitors may be? Do you really think they will pay you back of the money and goods you have given them?!" He turns back towards the crowd, "Lord Armond Caswell was slighted by one of the very men who was seeking to place Prince Daemon on the throne. He is a Lord, with army and lands to help press his claim, yet he did not." He looks into the eyes of those in the front row, "Now let me ask you this, If the wishful traitors are so willing to sacrifice one of their own, a Lord with lands and armies, do you think that a puppet Prince will look twice at writing off your investments in those who support the Red Dragon as donations to the cause? How much money do you men stand to loose from deals with these traitorous houses? Is it worth that risk?" Alliser turns, his heavy footsteps drowning out any murmur from those in the front row. He lets the question stand giving just enough time before hammering home his last point, "And that is the consideration should they win. What if they loose?" He lets the question sit in the air, unmoving as the repeaters let those in the back hear what he had to say. There was a murmur amongst those gathered. It slowly swelled until his teeth were nearly vibrating with the roar of a hundred merchant voices clamoring to be heard. Alliser smiles inwardly and turns back towards the gathered men, "The Floor is yours, Goodmen. I believe you had grain taxes to discuss?" He then jumps down from the stage and begins making his way towards the exit, giving Regyn a pleased pat on the shoulder as he passed. "You did good, Master Regyn. You did good." |
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Post by Father on Jan 21, 2019 18:07:27 GMT 1
Some, such as Bittersteel, Maegelle Cordwayner and Gormon Peake can never seem to shut up about the virtues of Blackfyre. Others like Mya Rivers seems to have nothing better to do than to ridicule these men at every opportunity. The most discussed accounts that begins to circulate is an anonymous testimony of how Lord Peake through intermediaries went after Lady Alicent Yronwood, Jorah Cuy and Ser Aladore Florent, acting on intelligence that these would know something about the identity of the Falcon. According to it's claims, the actual falcon just spread the rumor without knowing the truth, but it argues that the reactions to them proves that it touched upon something very close to a truth that Gormon Peake and Bittersteel were desperate to bury. Those having investigated the movements of the so-called hooded man, recognizes several persons and occurrences mentioned, just about everything fits snugly like a glove around the facts uncovered, Esmerelle as having been hired as an intermediary between the hooded man and the red-headed hedge knight, Ser Elwood Marks, that is the link between Lord Peake and all the violence. The papers allege that Lord Gormon and Bittersteel ensured that they were the ones who would rescue Ser Aladore alone, the author is of the belief that Lord Peake kept the facts of the operations carried out in his name out of his knowledge, thus it was likely that he did not collude to be the one to rescue Ser Aladore to get into the good graces of Lord Florent and turn him to their cause, but it is very clear that they took advantage of the opportunity to engage with a small force, risking that they might be beaten back or be forced to allow their quarry to escape for the grand prize.
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Jan 22, 2019 22:36:30 GMT 1
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