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Post by Septon Abelar on Apr 23, 2019 3:20:15 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Apr 23, 2019 12:01:08 GMT 1
Abelar's informants had been spot on, Septon Castos is found abed with some girl he does not recognize, Lord Alekyne pulls away the sheets to expose their naked bodies in bed, a mix of shock and grogginess upon their faces, the girl squeals in terror, covering herself as best she can while Castos ask angrily in a thunderous voice if they have no shame, covering his eyes from the sunlight outside that had suddenly filled the dark room. Lord Yelshire mutters "disgusting" under his breath.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Apr 24, 2019 10:24:37 GMT 1
Roland stood with the handful of other knights. At first he shared in the septon's delight in seeing a hypocrite seized, then wariness over what would come next.
Abelar and he had talked when the man was in a cell at Highgarden, but how much had truly changed? How much could any man truly change, once he reached the age of majority?
For now he trusted to their shared Faith in the Seven and Lord Yelshire's presence to keep matters under control, his left hand worrying at his seven pointed star necklace.
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Post by Septon Abelar on May 14, 2019 0:30:03 GMT 1
Abelar steps into the room, the better for the others behind him to see for themselves.
"I wonder what Septon Roswyn will do with you? Parade you through the streets naked?" His lip curls in regret, knowing that another will have the satisfaction of rendering the punishment. "Or per'aps you will serve your penance sleeping in the kennels. With the only bitches you'll ever touch again." He turns on his heel.
More punishments drift tantalizingly through his mind.
I would make him beg naked 'neath a brothel's stoop, until he fills a cup with coins.
He would polish the statute of the maiden and should his manhood perk up, he would feel the scourge.
Abelar defers to Roswyn's punishment, but urges that Castos be stripped of his Most Devout status and humiliated somehow, such as marching through the streets naked.
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Post by Father on May 15, 2019 18:39:00 GMT 1
"We could parade them both to the Starry Sept as they are" Alekyne does not appear to be joking. "Or see if there's something suitably humble in this place"
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Post by Septon Abelar on May 19, 2019 23:28:09 GMT 1
Abelar nods sagely. "My lord, if that is your will, we can deliver them as they are, forthwith." Oh, this will be sweet indeed.The thin, severe septon had always hated the bedding ceremony of weddings. Such an indignified, raunchy affair. One that inspired the worst sorts of thoughts in men and women alike. But this would be different--a holy reminder that the wages of sin are tawdry and pathetic. Shriveled, like Castos's manhood. Imagine, an eternity of hellfire all in exchange for a night with a strumpet such as this one. His eyes fall over her briefly. (Castos Vast Woes) Lascivious narrative roll: 6d6k4 19 (success)
With a sniff, he looks back to Lord Yelshire. "Shall we?"
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Post by Father on May 20, 2019 16:16:05 GMT 1
As much as Castos tries to plead for his dignity, he is cowed and broken, the girl is shocked and terrorized, obeying with tears in her eyes. Both attempt to cover their private parts as best they can against the ever-growing crowd of onlookers. The girl is comely enough to elicit hoots and hollers, nobody really recognizes Septon Castos without his robes and rainbow-colored vestments. Some of those Abelar had brought along silently grumbles about maybe going too far. Their bare feet leave blood stained footprints by the time they reach The Starry Sept, where Septon Roswyn appears, forewarned undoubtedly, he looks on sternly, betraying no opinion on the scene before as he demands to know the meaning of all this.
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Post by Septon Abelar on May 21, 2019 3:07:08 GMT 1
Abelar bows deeply. "Father, we discovered Septon Castos naked and abed with this harlot, clearly drained of his essence. Lord Yelshire suggested they be brought here as they were found." Abelar looks Roswyn in the eyes. "I concurred, and here we are."
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Post by Father on May 22, 2019 16:05:44 GMT 1
Roswyn betrays no emotion as he considers Abelar's words, the habit of the faith was to deal with such things quietly, for surely they must happen to The Godsworn, they were only men and women, fallible, if perhaps on the whole showing greater temperance than their flock. But the very low number occurrences that became known to others gave them pride of place on the tongues of any gossip and suggested that there were much and more that never reached them to begin with. Roswyn notes that they had both made the walk of atonement, for the girl, that should suffice aplenty. Though unless Septon Abelar as the presumed accuser and Septon Castos as the accused might agree on a fitting penance, The Star Tribunal must convene for a second time within but a fortnight or so, with one member obviously having to be recused.
Roswyn notes that by his recollection, Abelar happens to be an avid student of the histories of the faith and surely would know what sort of penance happens to be precedented. Abelar might tell him that is a rather wide range, but undoubtedly Roswyn already knows this, perhaps purposefully casting Abelar as the one pushing for harshness and tying the hand of The Faith in this matter, giving Abelar the chance to gain whatever results he likes, but taking all the risks by reaching for them. Roswyn is like to find apples pleasing to his taste having fallen from the tree when all the attention is upon the one who shook them loose. Some High Septons had advocated Mother's Mercy, others would prescribe gelding for one of the cloth unable to uphold his vows of not taking any wife or fathering any children just as they would have a tongue removed for being unable to uphold a vow of silence. Others again had decreed that septons breaking their vows should no longer be sepons, confined to septry's copying holy texts or other good works with their hands and backs as humble brothers in the service of The Faith.
If Abelar were to suggest that if Castos might ask for The Father's forgiveness and The Mother's mercy, he might keep his manhood and quietly retire to ranks of the holy brothers, there should be a good chance that he would so agree and the matter would be settled to the satisfaction of Abelar's primary goal. But if he demanded his genitals to hang about his neck on the way to the septry as well, Castos would undoubtedly prefer to take his chances with The Tribunal. For there would be little else for him left to lose. In front of the Tribunal, without the blackmailed vote of Septon Castos, cast by septons and septas who knew him and possibly considered him their friend, there might be a good chance that they would consider his walk of atonement to be sufficient to absolve the man of his sins. But few can match Abelar's rhetoric, and a victory in front of the Tribunal would surely do much to increase the prominence of Abelar and his views.
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Post by Septon Abelar on May 23, 2019 3:10:19 GMT 1
Abelar pays no further heed to the woman. Her fate is no longer relevant to his objective. It takes some time for Abelar to consider what to propose with respect to the man who presumed to judge him. It's not a slight that's easy to forget, nor one like to go unanswered. Abelar stalls for a bit, hemming and hawing about the wages of sin and penance. Inside, a war takes place between instinct and reason. Take his balls and carve a seven-pointed star where they used to be!
No, I've already won. It's about sending a message to the rest of the septons. A message that I can lay any of them low. And what better message than burying his nuts in a jar of salt until they're hard enough to put in a babe's rattle?
They won't like that. They'll say it goes too far. Any excuse to cluck and tut. So what? Fuck them. Nail this one's manhood on a stake and we'll put the next one six feet deep. Remember, he tried to strip my robes.
It's not ripe yet. I learned that lesson too hard. No need to learn it again. But next time maybe . . .
Finally, Abelar gets to his point. He recommends that Castos be stripped of his Most Devout robes and sent to the begging brothers for five years Septry in White Harbor to make mead with the brothers there. Still a septon and still a man, just with his power much diminished. (Castos Vast Woes) Vindictive roll to resist urging a harsh penalty: 6d6k4 17 (success)
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Post by Father on May 29, 2019 16:25:48 GMT 1
Fearing far worse should it come to a tribunal, Septon Castos readily agrees to it. Roswyn appears as stonefaced as ever.
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Post by Septon Abelar on May 30, 2019 3:33:40 GMT 1
[/scene?]
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Post by Father on May 30, 2019 8:40:48 GMT 1
/scene
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