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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 16, 2019 0:49:32 GMT 1
Trystane gives Roland a sidelong 'what have we gotten ourselves into?' glance, his hand going from resting lazily on the pommel of his sword to the start of fingers wrapping around the hilt, ready to draw.
"Perhaps we should back him up before he starts lopping off bits of folk," he murmurs to Ser Roland, at a low tone not intended to reach the Septon's ears.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Jul 16, 2019 16:25:34 GMT 1
Roland frowned, there was little time to speak.
"Restrain the Septon should it come to that. I'll not have another Highgarden on my conscience."
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 21, 2019 1:54:24 GMT 1
Abelar's face twists with rage as the peals of laughter reverberate through the den of sin and villainy. With a wordless scream he leaps back from the table, bringing his huge axe down in a brutal arc, smiting the table with a fearsome blow. "BRING ME EYELESS ERROL OR YOU'RE ALL NEXT!"
With that, he begins to stew and pace, flipping the handle of his longaxe this way and that as he weighs the consequences of escalation. The two Yelshire guards look helplessly on, making eye contact with both Roland and Trystane as if to say "do something!" (P 1.75 Rumble) Fighting (Axes) attack v. table: 5d6k4 20 (assuming TN 12 to smash, this is 2 DOS and 14 damage, which is enough to destroy the table)
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Post by Father on Jul 21, 2019 8:54:42 GMT 1
The four burly bouncers makes their way towards Abelar, though cautious and hesitant, considering the axe. The bartender rings furiously with a handheld bell. The drunkards aren't laughing anymore, either frozen or quietly backing off, those near the exits and sober enough to have their wits about them takes the chance to get out before that axe is swung against something else than furniture.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 23, 2019 14:20:40 GMT 1
Trystane focuses on the bouncers, though not yet drawing his sword, only leaving his hand firmly on the hilt. "The good Septon just wants to see Eyeless Errol. If you bring him to us, then we won't be any further trouble. I'm sure your employer would want minimal destruction and harm to take place here. Do the smart thing, lads," he coaxes, trying to appeal to their expedience rather than outright threaten them. Undercity - Persuasion (Convince): 5d6k4 16+2 Chivalry = 18
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Post by Father on Jul 24, 2019 19:37:23 GMT 1
"No Errol here!" The Bartender declares gruffly and calls the attention of the party to the gallery where four men men appear with crossbows. "Best do the smart thing and keep looking, elsewhere"
A wise man might retreat and perhaps return later when the situation has calmed down. Escalation would likely just make it worse. A man having some knowledge of a place such as this would realize that they can't well afford to be seen backing down to a septon with an axe, but they wouldn't like to have to explain the death of said septon or one of the knights in his company either. The two Yelshire men appears to hope that Roland and Trystane takes the responsibility to pull Abelar away.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 24, 2019 21:10:33 GMT 1
"Now now, no need for that," Trystane begins, glancing up at the crossbows. "We were reliably informed that this was the place," he continues, taking his hand off his sword and spreading out his hands in a placating gesture. "Our companion here is a very pious man, and perhaps got a little too fired up by his enthusiasm for the Father's justice. None of us want to see anyone hurt." He offers up a charming smile, despite the tension in his body. "Perhaps we might start over. My name is Ser Trystane. This is Ser Roland and Septon Abelar. We would like to speak with Errol. Is this something that we could arrange peacefully with yourselves? Perhaps if I were to buy you and your friends a round?" Undercity - Persuasion (Charm): 6d6k4+2 20(If Charismatic applies to simple intrigues, it would be 21)
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Jul 24, 2019 22:56:25 GMT 1
Roland swallowed and moved to place himself between Abelar and the crossbows.
He'd seen what crossbows could do to a man in mail at this range during the Dornish war. He was conscious that he wasn't even wearing mail. A peasant weapon that any scum could pick up and use without proper martial training and discipline, but no less deadly for that.
The Reachman kept quiet for now, trusting to the silver-tongued Dornish-men. Peace made for strange allies indeed.
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Post by Father on Jul 25, 2019 12:22:51 GMT 1
"Then you must have heard wrong, this is not the place." The Bartender appears unbudged. "And you've cost me enough business already that round will have to be mighty expensive to make up for it, and then some more for the other damages"
Can't lose face in the underworld. Not the end of the line, but different approach will be needed if one wants to get to Errol, combat may be possible of course, but not very knightly.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 26, 2019 4:11:03 GMT 1
Abelar glances uneasily at the crossbows. "Steel is a harsh metal. I find that silver to have a softer touch." It's awkward coming from the septon, especially after his outburst. But as always, the septon understands power and leverage better than most. (P 1.75 Rumble) Persuade (Bargain) to bribe: 6d6k5 16
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 26, 2019 19:37:18 GMT 1
[Can Trystane roll to assist the bribe, since he's already kind of non-mechanically trying to bribe them to stand down?]
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Post by Father on Jul 27, 2019 1:13:44 GMT 1
"It would be polite to cover the lost custom of your disturbance before you leave" The bartender glances anxiously towards the gallery, at something unseen, clearly not in control of the situation. The crossbowmen seems comfortable with having the high ground and safety from the axe, the bouncers are much, much more careful, as unarmed and unarmored men would be wise to be facing Abelar's axe. Clearly the Bartender hopes that the group will just leave but worried of what happens if they do not. It might occur to the group that if Eyeless Errol is everything the whispers claims him to be, then he cannot easily yield publicly to a septon with an axe and a few men from a lord's household guard and expect to retain his command over the shadows of the Undercity. Though he wouldn't be going away either, the smart play would be to retreat now and return to more discreetly seek a meeting. While men might talk of a septon stirring up noise in a brothel, nobody would really care. No different than a lord really, if confronted for all to witness, the price he would pay to back down would be far steeper, even if he could overcome his bride. The game of thrones plays out wherever one holds power over others.
It's tricky, since the crossbowmen doesn't know that they're up against something that won't be as easily massacred trying to get up the stairs as they're used to.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 27, 2019 1:23:48 GMT 1
"Fair enough, mate" Trystane says to the bartender, then nods up to the men in the gallery. "If you fellas agree not to turn me or my companions into a hedgehog, I will be happy to approach this good fellow here and settle up. Peaceful like."
He purposefully talks in a less refined way than his normal speech pattern, to try and appear more personable, keeping his hands at shoulder height, palms forward.
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Post by Father on Jul 28, 2019 11:47:36 GMT 1
They seem to have no problems with Trystane approaching the bar, though the man behind it seems a bit concerned that Trystane does something rash to get them both killed.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 28, 2019 21:46:54 GMT 1
Abelars eyes shift back and forth, taking in the tension in the room. When the moment feels right, he takes one slow step to the side of Ser Roland. Today, it is the septon who wears armor. Better to have the crossbowman target him than Roland, should things go badly.
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