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Post by Father on Mar 30, 2020 11:48:09 GMT 1
During his stay in Oldtown, the Hightower court abuzz with scheming and maneuverings for and against Ser Guyard and Lady Falyse, a boy comes running for Addam, Septon Roswyn, the chair of the star council and most influential servant of the seven in all The Reach would like to discuss an urgent matter with him, would good Ser Addam kindly follow the young novice to the Starry Sept?
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Apr 19, 2020 6:13:48 GMT 1
Addam merely nods for the boy to lead the way. While he had little respect for the faith and didn't care for being summoned like a dog, Septon Roswyn was never the less an important man. Besides, it felt good that the people of the Reach were being to realize who they can count on.
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Post by Father on Apr 20, 2020 17:11:57 GMT 1
A light drizzle does not make for an upbeat mood in Oldtown, but the elevated cobblestone is built for the heavy rains brought on by the autumn storms, so the weather is hardly more than a slight nuisance this day. Addam is treated to a waiting period in the antechamber, surely intended to signal whose time is more important, when shown in to Septon Roswyn, the view would be stunning in sunlight, as in the Highgarden Sept, but it is nonetheless impressive. What was once the private audience chamber of the High Septon is a seven-sided room on the upper floor of the building that for hundreds of years had served as the beating organizational heart of The Faith. The walls extends upwards in high arches beyond the rest of the floor, with a depiction of each of the seven in painted glass set into these looking down upon the occupants of the room. A student of sept architecture might note that this new style of construction became popular halfway into building The Starry Sept, and this chamber was not originally planned with these majestic trappings of power. Naturally, any who enter faces the stern visage of the father looking down upon them from behind Roswyn's seat. The original seat of the High Septon has since been removed, replaced by a more practical chair for doing the actual work. The black marble is fit for a king, though the furnishings are mostly that of a great lord, but great expense have been made to make it seem both humble and magnificent at the same time, and the walls would suggests that Roswyn is in love of reading, as the walls are lined with books and scrolls in neat organization, most of them are scrolls. Once the waiting is over, however, Roswyn shows no sign of superiority of rank as one might expect, lords does show the man deference. "Ah, it is such an honor to meet the hero of the Rosewood, do take a seat, ser." Dignified and effective, the most holy, is not a man to waste time, not a man to grovel and not a man with a need to look down his nose on others. "If only there were more men like the knights of Kingsbridge, we would not have any need for such men, not much call for heroism if the blackguards and other vile men knows that their villainy will be met with failure.""I understand that the companions have had an interest in the so-called hooded man? The very same who hired the thugs who murdered poor Septa Tyane, I believe he has surfaced in Oldtown, up to nothing good as I am told"
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Apr 26, 2020 5:38:30 GMT 1
Addam had grown weary of the waiting games of his so-called "betters". They knew that he could not only accomplish what they wanted but that he could do quickly. Don't they know the sooner they meet with him the sooner their task would be accomplished. He had a mind to refuse any offer in order to waste Roswyn's time for wasting his, but any thought of spite left the young knight's head as soon as the compliments started flowing.
A more adept schemer might inquire how a septon would know that the hooded man was in Oldtown or why he would even trouble himself with the matter, but Addam only had one thought in his head. The glory of being the one to captured the hooded man. "He responsible for the kidnapping and beating of my friend Aladore, and he narrowly escaped my grasp at Highgraden. I would like nothing more than to bring him to justice. What do you know of his whereabouts?"
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Post by Father on Apr 27, 2020 1:29:55 GMT 1
He has a room at an inn, a rather disreputable district just by the docks where the sailors wallow in their sin, perhaps fitting to the man's low character. The Faith could have intervened, but Roswyn thinks it best not to make any further displays of power with a septon marching in front of the procession. To think that the servants of the seven are powerless to effectuate justice would be wrong, but such strength is best used quietly. The ways of men like Abelar forces other men to take a stand as to whether or not they back their vision of a return to the days of the faith militant, one cannot be ambivalent to such a question. But with true knights such as Ser Addam, The High Septon would have no need of a sworn order under his command to do his part in bringing forth The Father's justice, hmm?
A pity though, that lesser men have turned House Hightower has turned to squabble over Lord Jon's remains, all but Ser Abelar having forgotten that to be a lord's regent is to take upon his duty to serve the will of The Seven and protect one's people from the depravities of those having fallen to sin. Surely Ser Addam would see the matter similarly?
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Post by Addam Velaryon on May 4, 2020 1:39:38 GMT 1
"Than let a knight of true skill and valor lead the procession. Lend me swords and I will bring this "hooded" man to justice."
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Post by Father on May 4, 2020 14:56:49 GMT 1
"Swords?" Roswyn shakes his head. "Have they stopped teaching the knights of the realms that the king's swords are the only ones The Faith shall ever need?" He betrays no opinion on the matter, as if he is simply taking the treat with The Old King as a matter not worth pondering upon, though other firebrands of much lesser rank, if perhaps greater recognition outside The Starry Sept, did preach to all who would listen that this arrangement ought to end. "Surely, ser, suitable men might be hired as needed? Though the rat is all alone, I should think a knight barging through the door of his room will lead to a swift surrender."
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Post by Addam Velaryon on May 5, 2020 3:53:07 GMT 1
A slight blush of embarrassment crept up the young knights. He should of know the Septon would have no swords at his command. "Then tell where and what room this man his hiding and I will ensure his swift surrender."
Fine with a scene skip to the inn. What type of arms and armament would be appropriate?
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Post by Father on May 8, 2020 0:13:57 GMT 1
Additional men turns out to never have been needed, whether Addam brings any or not. The inn the man stays at is near the docks, one favored by sea captains and well-off merchants apparently, nor is the common room littered with snoring sailors as one might expect, there isn't any of the sort in fact, whereas many other similar establishments Addam passed on the had sailors stumbling out, some apparently not yet done with the party. Some of the clientele are breaking their fast, and some entertains prettier whores than any Addam saw further up the street, suggesting this place is indeed more expensive, those not naked actually looks almost presentable at court, if they would be wearing silk and not the roughspun of the commons. The innkeeper is very helpful in showing Addam the right door, a private person, he says, taking his meal in his room. Never having seen the man, Addam cannot truly tell if this is the right one, he could be, but surely there are thousands in Oldtown alone that cannot be ruled out given the description given to Addam. "My Lord of Velaryon?". Nothing in his reaction disguises any fear or worry at being caught, for he surely must know who Addam is if he truly is the hooded man. He immediately gets up from his little table to bow and scrape like a commoner who have dealt enough with nobles to know how it's done. His garb suggests some kind of reasonably wealthy merchant, but not one to flaunt it. "How may I be of service?"He might just be a skilled salesman, not missing a beat to ingratiate himself with a potential client, anticipating a request to be delivered. Though the hooded man's skill at subterfuge is known to the companions. He had fooled Ser Roland into believing he was nothing but a humble builder. But Daeron did see through him, only to be sweet-talked into letting him go. But if Daeron could see through him, should not Addam do the same? Nothing as of yet suggests that he is anything but a well-off merchant. Nothing except Roswyn's word to the contrary.
Addam probably wouldn't gear up as if going to battle, nor is it really relevant, I'm taking the liberty of assuming that Addam is wearing some Velaryon insignia. Roswyn mostly gives the info as a gift without really expecting something in return, though he's hoping Addam at least will consider supporting Abelar for the regency in return, trusting Roswyn's good word now that he's shown himself a friend by giving Addam the hooded man. Or Addam might make up his own mind on the regency question and perhaps instead have improved disposition towards Roswyn, who knows?
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Jun 19, 2020 4:08:22 GMT 1
Adam could barely contain his excitement. He had finally caught the hooded man. He had yet again succeeded where other men had failed. “Please, take a seat.” Gesturing to the chair the man had risen from. “I assume you know who I am? If so, then you know I am not a dolt like Ser Roland, or as weak-willed as my cousin. Though I suppose I should be grateful for their shortcomings. So tell me, why should I make the same mistake they did?”
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Post by Father on Jun 20, 2020 17:57:53 GMT 1
"I know not what mistake they might have made my lord" The man smiles as if he knows more than he lets on. "Everyone wants something, this one wants to be a gallant, that one wants to get rich, and I provide, it is how I can afford to stay at this inn, where the prices keeps out all those who does not wish to play pretense of being highborn or cannot pay fo this masquerade."
"If I am to hazard a guess, my lord of Velaryon desires influence, no? Such things that these lords and heirs have been given by birth while the rest of us must win it through accomplishment, hmm?"
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Aug 17, 2020 1:46:31 GMT 1
His expression of excitement soon faded to one of annoyance. What did he really want? Gold? He had enough to live the rest of his comfortably, and the skill to earn more should he choose. Glory? He was the hero of the Rosewood. There was hardly anyone in the Reach that didn't know his name. Beautiful women? He could charm any maiden he wanted. Yet all he could do was charm... "I am Ser Addam of House Velaryon. I am the Hero of the Rosewood, a sworn member of the companions, one of the great names of the Reach, the blood of the dragon and Old Valyria flows through my veins, yet still I must wait on lesser men. Still I must beg," he said, more to himself then to the other man in the room.
Turning his attention back to the issue at hand, "And what influence could you offer that I won't already gain by bring you to justice?"
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Post by Father on Aug 17, 2020 16:31:46 GMT 1
The mystery man claims to have leverage on various men of power, enough perhaps to swing the regency vote of House Blackbar, but not perhaps something Addam could take credit for easily enough to demonstrate his abilities? Though he has heard of a certain rivalry against one Ser Loren Lannister over the hand of a maid with an island for dowry. A man with lands to his name appears to be given much more consideration than a man with great deeds to his name, even if the former would not be known by anyone if not for his lands. But, Addam would likely not take some lowborn peddler of occasionally valuable gossip on his word that he might help secure victory in this rivalry? Perhaps something more personal might be of interest? There is a certain damsel, the man has reason to believe, that is locked in a castle and in dire need of a rescue. Guarded over by the worst monsters of all, the human kind. Though the rewards for such heroism might not be the lands and influence that comes with it, the man has a notion that, considering that what this lady might bear witness against her captor, Ser Addam might be interested in a venture not unlike the tales of the grand ancient heroisms of Ser Symeon Starry Eyes and the rest. It wouldn't be such a tale without near invincible blackguards to overcome and a particularly nasty villain, his appearance repulsive, his very character such an affront to The Seven that they surely must consider to dig an eight level of hell because the first seven apparently failed rather spectacularly to deter his wicked deeds.
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Aug 22, 2020 21:41:55 GMT 1
Addam could only chuckle at the man's offer. "You might be a peddler of gossip, but you are a terrible appraiser. If you were as good as you said you are, you would know that there is no competition between Ser Loren and I. The kitten of Lannister is only in consideration because I rather hold lands in my own name instead of my wife's. As for the damsel in distress, I'm sure bring the hooded man to justice would earn me just as much glory, with out the danger. And who knows, maybe Hightower's torturers might provide me with the location of this maid after they are done with you."
"So I ask again," His expression was cold as he step closer to the man, his hand on his sword. "Why should I make the same mistake?"
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Post by Father on Aug 23, 2020 17:49:39 GMT 1
The whispers says that this kitten is close to landing her hand and that Addam is the only other rival of note, but it is interesting to know that Ser Addam cares not to pursue it. Though this hooded man is hardly so infamous, is he? Merely an agent corresponding with a middleman. What glory is there to be found in that, unless one cares to reveal the middleman's employer? It would make Addam popular surely, but perhaps not among the friends of the cause he wholeheartedly supports? Those desiring to see Ser Daemon ascend the Iron Throne would be unlikely to wish for Lords Florents and Tyrells to learn whose gold it was who arranged for the kidnap of the former's son at the latter's tourney. And they might either infer that Addam played a part in a plot to endear Lord Florent to the Blackfyre cause or actually stumble upon the truth of why it all happened as it did, which also would be unfortunate for that faction, or so the man claims to believe.
As for torture, that is for telling a man what you want him to confess and then make him admit it. Useful for giving ample reason to hang him, not so much for learning any information of value, a man on the rack will say anything he believes will make the pain stop, and if he does not know the truth, he will lie, if he doesn't think you will believe the truth, he will lie and if he doesn't think you will like the truth, he will probably lie.
Or Addam might keep the lid firmly placed on the can so that all those little worms want slither out to undo the political fruits of Addam's own accomplishments, and be armed with the knowledge to take down the greatest threat to his home, friends and family? Or does Addam believe that the knives in the dark, the poison in the wine, the attempts to taunt and trick Lord Willem into challenging the worst of blackguards will simply stop? The man believes that perhaps they will, only to be replaced by other methods. The torturer's of the Hightower are not likely to share Addam's interest in such things.
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