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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Mar 14, 2019 1:32:02 GMT 1
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Post by Davos Dayne on Mar 15, 2019 7:15:08 GMT 1
"Good noble dwarf," Davos begins, well aware how many in the room might consider those two things to be impossible to find together in one person. "Few remember that Mushroom was once a guest of the Sealord of Braavos. The Sealord was so impressed he asked Mushroom to stay. Alas to the Sealord's dismay, Mushroom declined - but he did make sure to have a copy of his book delivered to Braavos... and it remains in the Sealord's library still. I found it a most entertaining read. I particularly enjoyed the parts from the regency of Aegon III - the antics of Lord Unwin Peake, and his Maiden's Day Cattle Show... not to mention the Secret Siege." P1 Midsummer Butterbumps Will (Courage) TN 12: 4d6k3 14 1 DoS 3D Will 1b Courage No target. Not mechanically optimal, but Davos doesn't really know anyone here safe to target so... P1 Midsummer Butterbumps Cunning (Logic) TN 12: 5d6k4 13 1 DoS 3D Cunning 1D Flaunt knowledge of reading book 1b Logic P1 Midsummer Butterbumps Knowledge (Education) TN 12: 3d6 17 2 DoS 2D Knowledge 1D Flaunt knowledge of reading book +1 disposition with Butterbumps +2 disposition from Butterbumps, +1 from Lord Durwell, Lord Mullendore, Ysilla Flowers and Mya Rivers, but -1 disposition from most prudish lords and ladies in attendance.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Mar 15, 2019 10:17:00 GMT 1
As a daughter of the main line of House Daverhyl, Lynesse finds herself seated above the Salt as a gesture of respect. She wonders if her parent's death has diminished or strengthened her standing in such calculations. Lynesse offers a toast to Lord Jon and Lady Erena Blackbriar, lavishing praise particularly [and mechanically] upon the latter for opening up their home to family in a time of crisis and tragedy. Hospitality in such circumstances is a cardinal virtue, and the grace with which it has been extended has made both Lynesse and her young brother feel welcome, and part of the family. She has little difficulty being added to the rolls for a speech after her heartfelt toast. It was a toothless thing, full of sentiment that enriched the budding legacy of Summerhall being crafted this night. As she takes her feet for the speech she wonders if it would not be wiser to continue such a course. Instead she steels herself. She cannot denounce the peace that unnaturally binds Dorne and her homeland, nor accuse her uncle of the crimes she knows, but cannot prove, he is guilty. Perhaps discretion would be the wiser course, but she is sixteen, and sick with anger and grief. My grandfather, may the gods preserve him, made his peace with Dorne many years ago. He taught me that a treaty of peace is often an act of law, and an act of hope, too often unfulfilled. He taught me that true, lasting peace, is also an act of the will.
He married a noble woman of Dorne, who gave him three sons. Tonight, they sup at his table, while his Andal heir lies rotting in an Oldtown Tomb. The victim of ‘brigands’, I am told. As so many have been victim of misfortune of late, to the betterment of cousins from across the mountains.
I have seen that a lawful peace between realms does not breed true peace between or within the houses of nobility. True peace exists where both parties desire it, and can only endure amongst those that desire it. When it is no longer desirable, parties will find means to abuse and misuse terms of peace, and turn those terms into a shield to guard their own misdeeds from reprisal. Thereby, the righteous who seek to keep faith suffer, as did my father.
This hall is a testament to the hope for peace, and the laws that have been crafted to keep it. It is rich, filled with august souls, beautiful music, and every trapping of the culture of two peoples. I applaud the hands that have crafted it, and the minds that have filled it, for both have shown their mastery here tonight. I am filled with hope for what we can achieve together. Nevertheless, true peace is more than law, and more than hope, it is an act of the will.
And so, though we hope for peace, and while armies may not take the field, conflict remains. This current peace between realms still results in the poisoning of High Lords, the kidnapping of esteemed Ladies Regnant, and the murder of my own kin. Such acts occur, and yet the hope of peace holds back reprisal. Noble swords stay in sheaths while poisoned chalices, whispered threats, and hidden scorpions do their work among us.
The crimes being committed against the gentlefolk of the Reach must end, and justice be delivered. If we are to protect this hard-won treaty of peace, it must be an act of the will, and not the will of one man, or seven, but seven kingdoms worth of them. Else this peace becomes a lesser thing, unworthy of this august assembly and this beautiful hall.
I abide the King’s laws as is my duty, and hope for this true peace.
For if we cannot have peace, we must recognise that we are already at war.Lynesse joins in the splendour of the dances, enjoying the many different instruments and songs. She recognises the music of Dorne, and the Reach, and allows the beautiful renditions of foreign music, from realms father afield, to carry her through the familiar steps of courtly dances. She moves elegantly, maintaining propriety and dignity with grace and good humour. Her partners include Lord Lothor Mullendore , Ser Willas Tyrell, Lord Owen Roxton, and Ser Raymun Hightower. Tourney of Talents.
Lynesse performs a rendition of an ancient Andal Lament, which was written by Dornish Andals during the Rhoynar invasion. The song eventually made its way across the red mountains to the Reach, where it was refined, and went through periods of popularity during the various wars between the Kingdoms. AMNF Tourney Awareness (Empathy): 6d6k4 15 1 DoS AMNF Tourney Persuasion (Charm) TN 12: 6d6k4+2 20 2 DoS 6d6k4+2 AMNF Tourney Status (Breeding) TN 12: 6d6k4+2 15 [-2 for bad bonus counting = 13 for 1 DoS Succeed on all tests: Gain +1 Disposition with Queen Mariyah and Lady Rhonda Tyrell. Lynesse wished to unleash the ridicule of Butterbumps upon her uncle eustace with a requested reading, but lacked the confidence to do so. Better the lesser wound to the man, with the least chance of discovery. Instead she signalled him indirectly soon after she returned to the main feast from her disturbing interlude at the pavilions, knowing that the Dwarf would easily make hay out of Eustace’s penchant for substance abuse, and the foul reputation of Dornishmen within the Reach. MNF - Butterbumps Innuendo Logic DC 12: 5d6k4 13 1 DoS MNF - Butterbumps Innuendo Act DC 12: 6d6k4+2 20 2 DoS 3 DoS against Eustace Daverhyl +1 Disposition with Butterbumps, Ridiculing of Eustace
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Post by Father on Mar 16, 2019 22:43:57 GMT 1
Lady Mya Rivers, unsurprisingly, let's loose her sharpened tongue, savaging men such as Gormon Peake, Bittersteel and Fireball, though none of her statements are things which haven't crossed many a mind already, few would even think to put words to them with such candor. Lady Amerei requests a reading of the accounts regarding how Lord Unwin Peake plotted to have her daughter become Queen, particularly the parts where she tried to seduce the king, only to end up snubbed and with a royal bastard in the belly (although Mushroom, in his telling, claims that the king had performance issues so the seed was provided by Mushroom, in any case, Mushroom the younger was snuffed by the tansy tea). Lady Alicent nudges Butterbumps to regale about the tales of what befell Lord Florent's daughter en route to the "Maiden's Day Cattle Show" Above Salt, Speech: 2#9d6k6+2 28 22Deception for speech: 6d6k4 15 +1 Speech, Incite, Blood: 7d6k5+1 17 6d6k4+1 17 7d6k5+3 25 8d6k6+3 24 9 DoS for Blood Courage: 6d6k4 18 Yes, Yes. Flaunting Book knowledge (target Daeron): 5d6 11 6d6k4 18 Fails Amerei gathers her courage: 3d6 12Shame Tanda the Tart! (knowledge): 4d6k3 13 6d6k4 21 Success, but Tanda is not present. Alicent salt, speech: 2#4d6+2 12 17 No speech. Courage: 4d6 14Innuendo vs Lord Reynald: 2#7d6k5 26 19 2 DoS for Blood
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Post by Father on Mar 17, 2019 17:21:00 GMT 1
Lords Florent and Rowan both ignores Butterbumps, but they do make speeches, Lord Reynald is careful and calculated, saying words which everyone can agree upon, but suitable to sway moderates around to favor Ser Daemon. Lord Rowan offers a speech highlighting everything that has become better in the seven kingdoms, but with a very strong focus on subjects that The Reachmen has began to take for granted which they had not since the age of the old king. Above Salt, Speech: 2#10d6k8+2 35 36 +3 on speech. Cunning: 6d6k4 20 +2 on speech. Convince for Fire: 6d6k4+5 21 3d5+5 13 7d6k5+7 31 9d6k6+7 3411 DoS for fire Above Salt, Speech: 2#11d6k8+2 39 28 +1 on speech Cunning: 6d6k4 16 +1 on speech Convince for Blood: 7d6k5+2 24 6d6k3+2 16 8d6k5+4 29 9d6k6+4 2910 DoS for blood
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Post by Father on Mar 18, 2019 21:44:14 GMT 1
Lord Caswell is of no disposition to entertain Butterbumps' fancies, but a speech he has, not very flowery, more forcefully emphasizing the prosperity that comes with peace, with maybe some small barb against the Hightowers when he reminds the assembled lords of what befell the realms the last time dragon rose up against dragon, using the example of the horrors visited upon Tumbleton as his example rather than his own Bitterbridge. Not even the Dornish had ravaged a place in the Reach so savagely as the horrors visited upon Tumbleton than the knights of the Reach he declares. For this he obviously means the Hightowers, though he names them not. Lord Durwell toasts in High Valyrian, using words that might be interpreted as both princess and lady, as the dragonlords of old mad no such distinction, one year this house was dominant, the next year another. In the plural, as Marq is not the sort of man to openly favor one beauty over another. Most understanding his words rightly make out Shiera Seastar as the true target of such affections as he offers, and Bloodraven grimaces ever so slightly where Bittersteel would be like to fume and leave in a fury. There is one, however, that only sees and hears what she desires to be true, her stomach flutters as their eyes meet, and she does not even note that his eyes cross the gaze of maybe half a dozen others, Lady Janna, Mya, Gwenys and others besides. To those less detached and more observant, it might appear as his games at courtship are yet to be at an end. For Butterbumps he has a special treat, he wants to hear the tale of the Black Council, the most interesting parts of course. Butterbumps takes to the request with gusto, making particular note to read about the parts where Mushroom accredited himself with clever decisions such as making the call for dragonseeds, he takes particular delight in reiterating how Rhaenyra in the end only took the council of his fool, as all her other advisers had failed her. But adds in the detail of where he was commanded to hold his tongue or loose it, where Butterbumps decides to illustrate by sticking out his tongue and pinching it with his hand. Whether by coincidence or design, the gesture is directed right at Lord Leo, though one does wonder if the wicked fool means to imply who is the true power of all of Highgarden. Were it not for Lady Margaery, some lords might begin to wonder. Above Salt, Speech: 2#9d6k7+2 22 35 +2 Speech Cunning: 5d6k4 17 +2 speech Convince for Blood: 3d6+4 12 3d6+4 14 6d6k4+6 25 7d6k5+6 258 DoS for Blood Above Salt, Toast the Seastar: 10d6k7+3 29 8d6k5+3 28Trick Amerei: 8d6k5 25 That should beat just about everyone. Gains +1 Disposition with Shiera Seastar (limit reached) Holds speech, doesn't support faction, also he breaks the rules on Butterbumps, so also not rolling. Gains disposition effects for flaunting book knowledge.
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Malyk
House Levalle
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Post by Malyk on Mar 19, 2019 8:18:14 GMT 1
Malyk has no-one he overtly wishes to shame, except those that would orchestrate the upcoming debacle, and it would not hurt to remind those assembled that the Kingdom is rapidly hurtling towards a place we have all been before. He requested Mushroom's account of the Cargyll twins. To request such a story at such a lighthearted event was brave beyond measure, but it did not hurt to remind those in power where their hubris might lead.
The bards regaled the story as the epitome of glory, the brothers professing their love as their swords clashed, both dying in one another's arms after fighting for an hour with duty in their hearts. However, the account of Mushroom, who claimed to have witnessed the duel, said they condemned each other as traitors and were both mortally wounded within moments, which Malyk considered far closer to the truth.
War was not romantic fantasy, it was heartbreaking tragedy. The bond of two twin brothers turned from love to hate. A family, and far more than one, torn apart by hatred. Two shining stars that destroyed each other in a collision that left nothing but a pair of corpses... for nothing.
Those who did not learn from history were doomed to repeat it. War was probably inevitable, but that did not mean he could not remind them all what the cost would be. Idly he wondered what shining stars would fall from the heavens this time to make romantic craters the bards could sing about.
(Yup... Malyk is pretty fearless.)
3D Cunning/2B Logic/+1D Flaunt 3D Knowledge/1B Education/+1D Flaunt 3DoS Total
Shame Lord Gorman Peake (not present). +1 disposition with Butterbumps. +2 disposition from Butterbumps, +1 from Lord Durwell, Lord Mullendore, Ysilla Flowers and Mya Rivers, but -1 disposition from most prudish lords and ladies in attendance.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 19, 2019 14:01:15 GMT 1
Although all playful and in good humour, Titus notes the animosity towards his Lord and House Peake. Something he will make sure to inform Lord Gormon of upon his return to Starpike.
Having grown up in Gyldenhaal, under the watchful eye of Septon Abelar, Titus had little experience nor knowledge of the Testimony of Mushroom and thought it best not to risk his own humiliation. Instead he observes in silence.
Titus will inform Gormon about the attempts to shame him and his family (but he probably have spies here anyway).
Also, original post updated with dancing partners.
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Post by Father on Mar 21, 2019 21:29:16 GMT 1
Lady Kyra keeps her promise, though her speech about the valorous deeds of Ser Daemon Blackfyre is soon forgotten. Ser Lyonel Baratheon commands much more respect, and his words carry great weight as Storm's End and it's vassals of the Dornish Marches whom he speaks for, have suffered greatly over hundreds of years clashing with the Dornish. Lord Yronwood makes a shame of himself, sodding drunk, he forgets half his speech and goes on with long tirades of half-veiled slandering of the Rhoynish taint and if not for the intervention of Lady Alicent, his insults would surely become specific enough for him to answer for them with sword in hand once sobered up. Above Salt: 4d6+2 21Foregoes rolling for simple failure on speech. Speech Deception: 6d6k3 16 +1 Fire Speech: 6d6k3+1 14 5d6k2+1 7 6d6k3+3 18 7d6k4+3 224 DoS for Fire. Courage: 4d6 16Shame Bloodraven: 6d6k4 13 5d6k3 11Fails Above Salt, Speech: 2#9d6k6+2 23 25Speech for Blood: 3d6 14 6d6k3 16 6d6k5+2 27 8d6k5+2 258 DoS for Blood. Above Salt, Speech: 2#11d6k8+2 40 30 +1 Speech Cunning: 4d6k3 8 Simple failure. Speech for Fire: 3d6+1 12 3d6+1 11 4d6+3 21 7d6k6+3 276 DoS for Fire
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Post by Father on Mar 22, 2019 17:48:26 GMT 1
Lord Willem holds his usual speech filled with dull platitudes about true knights, it is long, winding and utterly boring. Lady Lysette, however, is as gifted with words as she is with good looks, but as gripping as the speech is, it is also dripping with venom. While it puts great emphasis upon the gallantry that comes with being a knight, she makes reference upon reference of supporters of Ser Daemon Blackfyre who fall well short of this standard, she comes brazenly close to insult King Aegon the Unworthy by name (though few would disagree with her depiction), describing their foul acts and grasping for power and legitimization as enabled by his worst excesses. The highest scorn she holds for Lord Eldon Merryweather and his blackguards, and here she drops the veiled insults, calling them out by names and declaring that only in a Realm that has turned away from the Light of the Seven would such men escape the justice as decreed by The Seven Pointed Star, rapist are to be gelded and be forced to make a naked walk of shame with their genitals hanging in a cord around their necks. Lord Eldon's face grows purple with rage, a speechless huffs that makes Butterbumps quip that with the Queen's permission he shall make for the kitchens to create a culinary delight from pork and puff fish which he just so happens to have received divine inspiration for (The Queen ignores him), Lady Lysette compounds upon his anger by bidding Butterbumps to read about Roggerio Rogare and the mermaid. Which he promptly does, with hopes rising that she has the good sense to ask for something that might calm Lord Eldon down. Alas, when Butterbumps starts reading about the exotic brothel, later turned ship, it has the opposite effect, it's contents scandalizing Lord Eldon and Ser Farman's party, the Great Bastard takes the jape on his expense in stride. Not so Lord Eldon, the repulsive fat man almost threatens to burst with fury, he is only calmed by his blackguard Ser Rennifer Waters making his way up from below the salt, Butterbumps almost manages to jump out of the way, but the bastard moves to corners him up against the benches and knees the dwarf hard enough in the stomach to make him bend over and retch, shutting him up for a time. Ser Rennifer strides over to the Starlings, Lady Lysette rises to stand defiantly and Lord Starling rushes to stand between his daughter and this new threat. He could have been a ragdoll in a whirlwind as the Blackguard pushes him aside, mocking the old lord about the sorry state of Kingsbridge that the heir needs his protection, especially from a weakling such as him. The way she spoke, Rennifer muses, maybe she is the one with the balls in this family, or maybe she's just compensating. And with that his hand shoots forward to find out, squeezing so hard that Lady Lysette whimpers in pain to the gasps of ladies and angry shouts of lords and knights. He remarks that that's what he thought and mockingly taunts Lord Willem that he surely intends to challenge him, yes? He haven't crushed the skull of a lord before, only such weakling knights as the craven ones sent to die in their stead. None had ever accused Lord Willem of being a coward, and weaklings would hardly be an apt description for such men as he might allow to stand in his stead, aside the companions, all five White Cloaks in attendance draws their swords to present them to Lord Willem if he would have them after being given a firm nod by the king, The Sword of the Morning is joined by Blackfyre and Orphan-Maker, Stormbreaker, Redtusk, Ser Manfryd Grimm, the men volunteering to stand for Lady Lysette would surely have good odds against a host ten thousand strong.
Willem: Above Salt, Speech: 2#7d6k5+3 25 Above Salt Head of House: 2d6 24Speech cunning: 4d6k3 18 +2 Speech (Convince): 2d6+2 4 5d6k3+2 18 6d6k4+5 23 7d6k5+5 23 Critical Failure: -1 Influence. Lysette: Above Salt, Speech: 2#7d6k5+4 22 27 +1 Speech. Vindictive (Lord Eldon, grrrrr!): 6d6k4 13 Uh-oh! Deception for speech: 6d6k4+2 19 +2 speech Speech for Blood and INCITE AGAINST LORD ELDON!: 6d6k4+3 18 6d6k4+3 16 4d6+9 28 6d6k4+6 26Talented: 1d6 69 DoS for Blood, +1 influence and trouble ahead. Courage: 4d6 13Flaunting Book knowledge (target Farman): 2#7d6k5 21 265 DoS (Blood) and succeed on both tests. (Also catching Eldon, but picking Farman as the target for blood points). Proud: 4d6k3 14Okay...so it is possible that he might allow someone to stand in his place. Maybe. Let's just leave the cliffhanger for phase 2. That scream you're hearing is freefalling dispositions.
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Post by Davos Dayne on Mar 22, 2019 20:33:23 GMT 1
Davos' sword is far more ordinary than Dawn, the Dayne's white-bladed greatsword offered by his white-cloaked elder brother Roger, or of course the various Valyrian steel blades offered, but that doesn't stop him from offering his sword as well.
He was hardly a 'true knight' of the mummer's tales, but there were some vile acts that no one worthy of the designation 'man' would let stand unchallenged - what this blackguard did was certainly one of those acts.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Mar 24, 2019 3:28:16 GMT 1
Daeron observed the proceedings and felt a roller coaster of emotions. First he was irritated by Lady Lysette's speech against the supporters of the True King, a speech that did nothing but undercut the unity of House Starling. Next he was momentarily elated when he saw the vile dwarf suffer someone else's blows, perhaps whispers of Rennifer Butterbumper would supersede those of Daeron Dwarfpuncher.
Finally he felt fury, not an unfamiliar sensation. No man would touch his liege lady like that and live. No man would disrespect his lord like that and live. He was among the first offering his sword to Lord Willem, but not before he offered a sharp riposte to the Butterbumper.
"Are you then proposing that Lord Eldon is a coward for sending men to fight in his stead, or are you suggesting that he will fight for himself for once?"
He knew that wasn't at all what was being suggested and he doubted that most of the audience missed his barb, but he couldn't help himself.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Mar 24, 2019 9:33:50 GMT 1
Mikel rose and approached, offering his sword but hoping to see a member of the Kingsguard cut the blackguard down. The thought of watching one of the finest swords in the kingdoms go to work excited him.
Though he also hoped that somehow this might end in Lord Merryweather suffering a direct accounting for his actions, but knew that unlikely.
When Mikel heard Daeron he voiced his approval for Daeron to hear, "Well said Ser, well said."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 24, 2019 12:39:17 GMT 1
"Lord Eldon!" Titus rises to his feet, sword in hand. "I did not risk mine life and my father did not lose his in liberating you and yours only for you to spit in our face. Call off your dog! If only Titus had let the cursed lord die. If only Roland had killed Ser Rennifer when he had the chance. If only Roland was still here.
If only...
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Post by Father on Mar 25, 2019 20:41:23 GMT 1
Even Lord Eldon appears to think that his knight have gone too far, though at this point, there is no way for him to call him back. What is done is done, what is said is said. And that blood will be spilled for it now appears for a certainty. With all the shouting, unison anger at what Ser Rennifer just did and near a hundred knights begging the favor of putting the blackguard down, none can hear the words of anyone else, and the king has not the lungs to demand silence. Instead it falls to his trumpeter to do this job. None dare murmur how his half-brother would (if indeed they share a father, but that claim would have been treason rather than insult). The king commands, firmly, if perhaps not so regally as Ser Daemon would have, that Ser Rennifer is to remove himself from the castle grounds, and that he will only permit a duel on foot, with swords. In the silence that follows, the steely voice of Lady Lysette cuts through the air. She curtsies to his grace, asking if she had not been assaulted with all the chivalry of the Reach as her witness? All the chivalry of the Reach agrees so strongly that the king has to again signal the trumpet for silence. She may just be a young lady she says ever so politely, but she had studied the legal code of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator, where it was put down that a man found guilty of assault should be mutilated, and the laws of the king surely held sway on the king's own domains, or at least so a young lady would think, if his grace would permit her to voice her understanding of such things, and if his grace were to agree, Lysette would think it fitting that the hand who had violated the honor of a lady that had taken the king's bread and salt and thus were under his grace's protection should be struck off. Whether or not King Daeron, the second of his name, has any inclination to disagree with her on this matter, he is well and truly trapped by the fact that the only man of any influence and power worth taking into consideration that would hope for a more lenient outcome is alone and clever enough to seethe in silence at the stupidity of his own knight and the guile of the bitch of Kingsbridge, he already knows how this is going to go, stonefaced he regards her, imagines how it would be like to rip off that gown and drag her to his bed. Once he has tired of "Delia", the real name of that girl he has forgotten, his next bedwarmer should look like Lysette he decides. The king agrees with a formal tone, a man guilty of assault should be maimed, and just as a man who has violated the honor of a woman with his member is to lose it, a man who has done the same with his hand should lose it. But a knight is also entitled to speak against any accusation brought against him, and to bring forward witnesses to speak his case, King Daeron notes, and asks Ser Rennifer if he would do so before judgement is passed. That, the blackguard declares, can be dispensed with, commending Lysette upon how she with a little batting of the eyelashes and tempting half the realms with the thought of what's between her thighs, she has made them all fall over themselves to condemn him for a little innocent touching that they all, like Lord Starling, lacked the balls to do themselves. He expects no true justice in such a court and demands trial by combat as is his right. And as he is the accused, none should expect him to restrain himself to the sword, no, by this time tomorrow, Lord Starling's body shall lay in state, with heavy velvet covering to hide his broken face. But to that, Lady Lysette replies before her lord father can react, to her understanding, it is in fact the prerogative of his grace to select a champion, is it not so? Though tradition often allows that the offended may offer a suggestion, with the permission of his grace of course. The king merely nods and signals for her to continue. Lysette asks aloud if any man who had so graciously offered before to stand for her honor would have changed his mind. None dares shame himself by being the first to balk, as she undoubtedly had planned. She considers for a moment, the swords that had been offered in her service, exchanges a glance with Ser Aemon, and following the eyes of her betrothed, she makes her decision. It should please her greatly, she declares with dignified composure, if his grace were to name his brother, Ser Daemon Waters as his champion. She may just be a young lady, but it would seem fitting to her that the king's champion wields the king's own sword. Ser Rennifer's grin has long since faded when King Daeron commands that he is to be taken into custody and spend the night under guard before facing Ser Daemon on the morrow, unless he would change his mind and plead guilty. Lysette curtsies deeply before the king and thanks him for his just decision, she exchanges a single glance with Lord Eldon as she turns to make back to her seat, their hatred for one another burning equally hot. The more observant might have noted that even as she so skillfully outmaneuvered them all into setting up Ser Rennifer to lose his hand, if not more than that, she remained composed enough to call Ser Daemon by his bastard name and call Blackfyre for the sword of the king, flagging her loyalty and giving words to others that they might use to shape perceptions concerning the crown. Simple intrigue (Convince)+6 circumstantial assist bonus: 7d6k4+7 30 The Seven appears to favor her cause. 6-6-6-5
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