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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 25, 2019 3:09:57 GMT 1
Occurs before the Whitewalls melee, but other than that, not particularly time-specific.
Trystane had been thinking on what Mikel said about Daeron for some time, the story of what happened to Aladore and the supposed secret deal Daeron had made turning over in his mind. Mikel had cautioned him about being too trusting of Ser Daeron, but was his suspicion unfounded? Misplaced perhaps? Eventually, the speculation had to end. Thinking about it when he & Daeron were in agreement to help eachother with Rennifer in the melee was becoming too distracting. Too much worry about who he was allying with. Allying against Rennifer was surely a huge point in Daeron's favour, but was it everything? Was it enough?
I should just ask him. Then I'll know one way or the other.
So, with an offering of wine in hand, he sets out to visit his brother.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jul 28, 2019 3:45:50 GMT 1
There's a harsh scraping sound as Trystane enters the tent. What sounds like the shrieking of a terrible bird is actually just Daeron sitting upon his cot intently sharpening a nasty-looking blade to a wicked edge, but when he sees his brother walk through the flaps he stops for a moment.
"Ser Trystane, what a pleasant surprise." He waves towards a modest chair and table. "Please take a seat. I don't have much for refreshments other than some ale, but please help yourself to it."
He again motions to a small cask and some cups and waits for Trystane to say his piece.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 30, 2019 1:40:34 GMT 1
"Thank you, but I brought wine to share, if you prefer. Not long finished some last-minute training so suffice to say I'm gasping for a drink," he says amiably, pouring himself a cup and plopping down into a seat near his brother. He takes a few sips and looks Daeron's blade up and down approvingly.
"It sounded like you were murdering a peacock from out there, but now I see you have entirely different prey in mind. Is that coming with you to the melee, or is this just your usual alone time with her?" he asks, his tone light and jesting.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jul 31, 2019 3:06:43 GMT 1
He gives a sly grin at Trystane’s innuendo.
“It can be both, can’t it?
But in all seriousness, the dogs sworn to Longtable lack many things, honor mostly, but they are skilled killers and armed and armored to match. I can’t afford to have a dull blade when I come across them.”
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 3, 2019 15:13:01 GMT 1
"Oh, absolutely. And you will cut through those honourless dogs like butter from the look of it. Will nobody take issue with a blade that sharp? How much scrutiny of weapons is usual around here?"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Aug 4, 2019 2:51:18 GMT 1
He gives a shrug.
"I honestly couldn't say, but the sharper the blade the cleaner the cut. I'm looking to cause injury, not pain though.
What about you? I assume that you're in the process of preparing your panopoly for the melee? You seem too competent to enter the fray unprepared."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 5, 2019 23:05:00 GMT 1
"I am, though I'm trying to exercise caution when it comes to bearing anything that could be used to disqualify me. There are many who would like to see me kicked out for underhanded behaviour before I can achieve anything, and I can't let that happen when we have an important goal. This is also my first melee outside of Dorne, so I am assuming I may be under a little more scrutiny than would be normal. I will ensure my blades have keen enough edges for purpose though, worry not about that. I fear my competence may not be as high as yours, nor our enemy's, but my resolve is every bit as strong."
He sat forward a little, elbows on his knees.
"I did not come just to chat about the melee though. I have something I want to ask you about. Something that has been troubling me a while, and I think knowing your view would help."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Aug 6, 2019 1:22:49 GMT 1
He chuckles. “As long as an edge is the only thing you apply to your blade you ought to be fine and a sharp edge will be necessary I believe. Your skill with a sword will win you more friends than your skin tone.”
As Trystane’s tone changed he set his sword away to give him his full attention.
“What is it that I can help you with brother?”
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 7, 2019 23:42:49 GMT 1
Being called 'brother' feels pleasant, and Trystane smiles to hear it. While Daeron is not the only person to call Trystane that, he seems to say it with the most warmth. However, that warmth compounds the awkwardness of the subject to be broached. Trystane braces himself for a negative reaction, and speaks.
"I heard a tale about you, from the Black Tourney. Some of which is... shall we say, unflattering. I believe you to be an honourable man, Daeron, so this thing I heard about has been troubling me, as it seems so out of character for you, and I'd like to hear your side of it."
He recounts what was told to him by Mikel - though without mentioning him by name - about Daeron's suspicious behaviour around the kidnap and return of Aladore Florent, briefly having custody of the supposed orchestrator, but letting him go in exchange for coin, implying that either he let a guilty man go free for a price, or made an innocent man pay for his freedom.
"I didn't want to go into the melee not knowing the truth of the matter. I'm sure you understand wanting to truly know who one fights beside. The behaviour that was described to me did not sound like the honourable Companion that I know and take pride in calling my brother, but if it is true nonetheless, I would rather know, for I am sure that, if it is, there was a reason."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Aug 11, 2019 4:26:50 GMT 1
Wildfyre's eyes narrowed and, briefly, flick over to his newly sharpened sword before he returns them to Trystane. Were the kinslayer not so accursed, this meeting might have ended much sooner.
"This is the first time you have asked me about this matter and it will be the last, brother." The final word lacking the warmth that it had moments earlier.
"Pride, envy, wrath, lust, greed, as the children of the Unworthy we are all susceptible to inheriting our father's traits, myself included. I took the coin he offered and I paid for my mistake. Lords Starling and Florent know of my transgression and I have atoned for my sins.
All men make mistakes, perfection is not the sign of a noble man, but the willingness to set right that which has been done."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 12, 2019 21:01:05 GMT 1
Trystane feels the tension in the room, and for a terrible moment fears he has made an irrevocable error of judgement. But he listens through the terse words of Ser Daeron, and nods slowly in acceptance when he is done. It seems to him that, while the matter is a spiky one for his brother, it is one he has tried to move on from. He could empathise with that. He was trying to move on from a mistake himself, after all.
"I believe you, brother," he responds, and his tone is genuine. "I have no right to judge you, least of all on a past mistake, so I will not. I have no interest in digging up the past either, so have no worry there. I only wanted to hear your side of it, and you have given it sufficiently. I know that you would not be a Companion had you not proven yourself an honourable man. Whatever errors lie in the past are buried. That is enough for me. We need never speak of the matter again, and I won't bring it up with anyone else either."
He offers Daeron a tentative, conciliatory look, not yet daring to smile at him yet, but projecting a gently amiable air.
"I hope that sets your mind at ease about my asking. I did not intend to cause offence."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Aug 15, 2019 14:01:13 GMT 1
“None at all.” Despite his words, his face and tone were frigid.
“Is there any other business you wish to discuss Ser Trystane?”
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 15, 2019 18:52:16 GMT 1
Well done, Sand. Your curiosity came at a cost. Alienation of a friendly sibling.
"Only to wish you the best of luck in the melee, brother. I am sure that the Companions will be a formidable force, and you chief amongst them."
He holds out a hand to shake, hoping against hope that he has not damaged their friendship irreparably, though fearing he might have.
"May Eldon and his dogs fall hard."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Aug 19, 2019 18:20:25 GMT 1
“Agreed.”
He accepts Trystane’s outstretched hand, but his grip is tense and formal. He displayed little animosity, but wasn’t friendly either.
-1 disposition to Trystane for reopening old wounds (should still be like +1/+2)
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 19, 2019 23:59:13 GMT 1
The stiffness of the handshake does not go unnoticed, but Trystane just nods respectfully.
"I'll let you get back to it then. See you on the field."
He tried not to seem like he was fleeing, as such, but he did not dally in leaving.
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