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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jun 9, 2019 15:13:05 GMT 1
This scene follows up almost directly after The Battle of the Bastards "I fear we might just have become two of the most unpopular people at Whitewalls, my lady." It was said in jest but carried some truth to it, being associated with Lord Eldon now a days could prove a dangerous thing for once reputation. Yet Ser Thaddeus seemed quite pleased at the idea of it; as if the two strangers finally had something in common. "Shame that such seems to be the consequence of speaking the truth in this day and age."When their eyes meet his are soft and warm, as if already thinking himself her friend. "Ser Thaddeus Levalle." He bows politely, leaving a pause for her to have whatever reaction he seemingly expect people to have when hearing that name.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 10, 2019 8:12:11 GMT 1
"I have heard it said that victory has many fathers, while defeat is an orphan, and yet Sers Rennifer and Daeron have surely given us the exception," Lynesse agreed amicably.
Levalle. The name had a general stench to it, but not one that was specifically malodorous to Lynesse, but for Lord Alliser's apparent interest in a match with Lord Eldon, and a brief exchange of words at Ser Rennifer's match with Blackfyre.
This Thaddeus had a pleasant look to him, and a charming manner. There was no particular reason to suspect he lived up to his father's reputation.
"I am Lynesse Daverhyl, and it is an honour to make you acquaintance, Ser," she replied, curtseying in deference to a man both knighted and heir to an influential house.
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jun 10, 2019 11:17:27 GMT 1
"The honour and pleasure is all mine, Lady Lynesse. And well said that, who ever said it first. If victory has many fathers and defeat is an orphan..." repeating the phrase he mulls over it, tasting it as a connoisseur might with a fine win - part for show and part out of necessity. "Then I'd say they yet still share the same mother; Truth. For is not all conflict born out of the need of Truth? My truth, your truth, Ser Daeron's and Lord Eldon's truth. Different truths but truths all the same." He seems rather pleased with himself.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 15, 2019 2:22:16 GMT 1
Lynesse considers the idea for a moment, before deciding that she rejected the idea, mostly. "Good and honest folk can certainly disagree, but I do not think it right to say they cling to separate truths, merely an imperfect understanding. After all, one might look to the gods and decide there were seven truths, and yet we know that while each of the seven is a real and true face of the divine, they all reveal the same Truth, the Seven Who are One, just as the 'truth' clung to by northerners and the iron isles is a falsehood, rather than a separate truth." Her words had a melodic quality of quiet laughter as she mocked the absurdities of those distant realms and their customs. She found analogies to the faith comfortable, if a little well-worn.
"But you are right, I think, to say that we each of us cling to our imperfect understandings; how could we not, as mere mortals, prone to selfishness and ignorance." She realised belatedly that her idle banter had gone down a road both serious and melancholic, and desperately tried to wind it back to something more palatable, "and so I do not fault those good knights and lords who made wrong judgement of Lord Eldon and Ser Daeron, even as I reject their claims of 'truth'."
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jun 20, 2019 0:28:12 GMT 1
”Yet, my lady, I fear you will find that many of those knights and lords you so graciously forgive will not see such mercy returned. You saw their looks, you heard how they grumbled.” He shrugs dismissively, as if to say that such men are but silly fools.
“Forgive me for prying... but did not Good Wildfyre ride in defence of your honour at Summerhall? There where some disagreements following the death of poor Lady Ashara, no?” His demeanour imply no opinion on the matter other than casual curiosity.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 26, 2019 8:29:40 GMT 1
"Not quite. It was Addam Velaryon who fought for my honour, having given offence to Lady Ashara's mourners, and Ser Daeron who fought against it," Lynesse was somewhat embarrassed by her words at Summerhall, but would not conceal their utterance.
"But I have no ill will towards Wildfyre on that account. The man stood vigil for Lady Starkwood after all, and discharged his duty ably and honourably. It seems strange to see the games he is playing and think that it is the same man who stood so courageously on the field at Summerhall." And so courageously from the sidelines in Ser Daemon's own duel, she did not say.
"And you Ser Levalle? You were no less bold nor brazen than I to speak against Wildfyre. What drove you to such a stand?" Lynesse asked, her curiosity piqued.
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jun 27, 2019 11:28:40 GMT 1
”Oh, forgive me. The Blood of Old Valyria it- - there is so many of them about these days it easy to get them confused. It was Ser Addam who rode for and Wildfyre against. Of course.” they way he flippantly waves it off with a smile makes it almost seem as if the mistake was intended as a daring jest, speaking ill of dragons could be a dangerous thing. ”Yes, Ser Daeron lives up to his moniker not only by ferocity in battle but his seemingly mercurial take on personal politics.” He leans in ever so slightly, as if to share a naughty little secret. ”Did you know that at The Trial of Lady Joanna he first offered his blade to the accusing Lady Laena but when rebuked took up arms against and fought for the defendant? A decision that not only could have led to the humiliation of his half-sister but potentially more severe consequences had Lady Meadows been the vindictive sort. Lord Marq’s Grimm Reaper made short work of the whole affair though and Lady Joanna is now Septa Joanna so it matters little.” He speaks as if they where childhood friends having stolen away a few lemon tarts from the kitchen and now gossiping while enjoying the spoils of their exploits somewhere safe. Only here the lemon tart he enjoys seems to be something else. ”Well I spoke, partly because of you, my lady. By the laws of Gods and Men Lord Eldon was in the right and Ser Dearon was in the wrong. But alas men are weak and cowered by pride and popular opinion and speaking against Lord Eldon was the easy choice. As following the stream so often is. But my lady chose differently and spoke not only boldly but with wisdom. What sort of knight, if not Lord, would I be if I let the one Truthsayer amongst so many stand alone?” For a man so avarage in martial matters, Thaddeus still might appear as the embodiment of chivalry as he says this. Had it not been for his name and reputation. But name and reputation, as with all things, can deceive.
Awareness to beat Passive Deception 20 to see that he is bullshitting on that last part. Also I totally got that about Summerhall wrong OOC but let’s just roll with it
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 27, 2019 12:50:37 GMT 1
The revelations of Daeron’s conduct at Highgarden were intriguing, “Well it is well known that flames can flare from east to west, or from west to east, depending on the direction of the wind. One might presume that the flame is their ally while it marches beside them, only for the wind to turn.” “But then, I was not at Highgarden, and I do not keep Ser Daeron’s counsel, to know the reasoning of his decision. Perhaps he was convinced one way, and then another. A man who cannot change his own mind, or plot an unexpected course is often both a dullard and a coward. ” She shrugged, “Or perhaps the wind changed direction.” She wondered what wind drove the Wildfyre, for to know the Name of the Wind might help her drive the fire toward where she wished. “It was kind of you to add your voice to mine Ser Thaddeus, though I hope you have not scarred your good name for my sake. I understand your father has had some success in ennobling it.” To say he had ‘salvaged it from the gutter’ might be more accurate, but also less polite, and Lynesse saw no reason to cause offence. Reading Thaddeus Levalle Empathy: 6d6k4 21 Success, but she doesn't hold it against him. EDIT: Failure: Hold what against him?
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jun 27, 2019 12:59:07 GMT 1
[Sorry, my mistake but Passive Deception is 22 (mixed up bonus from Courteous). Although not sure how much difference it needs to make.]
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jun 27, 2019 13:12:01 GMT 1
[Fixed, Just removed the first section, so the direct speech is unchanged.
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jul 7, 2019 17:40:51 GMT 1
"Again, my lady, you speak the Crone's Wisdom." He seems impressed by her ability to avoid offence nor revealing her own personal stance on any subject. "And perhaps some of the Mother's Mercy in regards to my family name." he says jokingly, as if aware of what term of phrase she really had in mind. He is no stranger to such japes it seems. "And yet you maintain the perfect image of the Maiden in all matters. Just as a Lord must aspire to embody Father, Smith and Warrior so must the lady embody her trifecta. Knights, it seems, can get away with just The Warrior."
"But no, worry not about any scarring on my name - although it is a kindness of you. A kindness most rare." Through all the flattery and smiles he seems to avoid the subject of his father's endeavours to salvage their name - but could you hold him to blame? Some might say Lord Alliser Levalle is just another reason why their name needs salvaging in the first place. Thaddeus however does not let slip any such inclination, if he has it at all. You do not, after all, get to choose your family.
"Whilst speaking of names, I must admit to my shame that I am not too familiar with the House of Daverhyl as of recent. Lord Karl hold Mustard Hall along the Honeywine for The Hightowers, how fares he?" He has most likely acquired about who Lynesse was when she spoke out and might already know more about her family situation than he lets on. Maybe out of pure politeness.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jul 9, 2019 13:01:44 GMT 1
Lynesse bows he head in deference at the compliment, and speaks to his question rather than seeming to wallow in such praise, beyond a simple recognition.
“You are far too kind Ser Thaddeus, though I thank you for it. In truth we Daverhyls have tended tithe quieter side of politics and history, so I can hardly blame you for a passing unfamiliarity.”
“Lord Karl remains the head of House Daverhyl, though his eldest remaining son, my uncle Ser Eustace, oversees a regency on his behalf due to Lord Karl’s age and ill health. I pray often for his recovery.”
She was hesitant to go into the depths of distaste for Eustace with an acquaintance, especially if the Levalles were competing with Eustace for Eldons hand. Still, perhaps there was something to be gained her beyond the acquaintance of a charming knight.
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jul 15, 2019 20:47:53 GMT 1
"I shall pray with you then, my lady. May Lord Karl's reign of Mustard Hall be as long and blessed as The Old King's. Illness is a fickle beast; one moment bold and ravenous, the other weak and easily cowered. At least he can rest assured that his regent son stand well-advised with such wise council as yourself at his side."
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Jul 18, 2019 4:56:34 GMT 1
"Alas, my uncle is a confident man, and ill-disposed to hear whatever scant wisdom I might possess on any matter of the house's governance, even those that concern myself," Lynesse lamented honestly, "I can only assume things are far different for you in House Levalle. As a man, and proven knight, as well as your father's heir, I am sure you are deep within your Lord's counsel, but such a privilege has not been extended to me by my uncle."
Lynesse raised both hands palm up, a gesture of empty-handedness and perhaps vulnerability, "As a lesser daughter of the house my responsibilities are obedience and virtue."
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Post by Thaddeus Levalle on Jul 20, 2019 23:28:33 GMT 1
”An ill loss. For my lady’s uncle.” he states bluntly. ”But- and do forgive me for prying- I am wrong in thinking my lady does not recide within Mustard Hall any longer? Your companions seem to favour the golden knight of Blackbriar.” he says with polite hesitation, referring to her chaperones and her not keeping with the Daverhyl household in the tourney stands.
”Both my Lord Father and Lord Reynald; whom I squired for, believes that the only way one can learn to rule is to observe ruling. And the only way to grow wiser is to observe ones betters.” he offers affirmatively. The responsibilities of an heir is much the same, I fear. Obedience, duty and honour. Take the subject of marriage. As a young man one may wish to put the affair off for as long as one might - look at Lord Marq, being his own Master he has that liberty, but when Lord Alliser wishes me to wed, wed I will. Same as my brother or my sisters. Our duty is the well-being and survival of our loved ones.” And if one had to choose between the two, survival always trumped. But that needed not saying, Thaddeus could tell Lynesse was of the same mind. A quality he valued in women.
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