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Post by Father on Oct 7, 2021 12:35:10 GMT 1
Daeron and Mikel
The internment of the Grand Maester in Oldtown passes by without incident, but taking advantage of a bigger audience than usual, though not in such a way as to be blatantly disrespectful of the dead, Septon Oberyn steps upon a makeshift podium to give a speech, the man does have his devoted followers, and many more curious as to what the fuss is all about. The Olive skinned man make a striking figure, tall of nature, gaunt from fasting, but with a strong set of lungs.
His message is a blistering denunciation of the sin brought into the world, and how vice, sloth, vanity but lust above all is bringing The Seven Realms to the edge of the abyss with the bastard offspring of the unworthy falling to their depraved nature to lay claim to that which is not theirs, and debauchery and greed among the supposedly chivalrous and pious knights of the realm have turned them blind to the hellfire that the bastards are about to wreak upon the lands.
He goes on to some length to give examples, with only Gwenys Rivers of the children born to Aegon's official mistresses escaping his scathing tongue, even Blackfyre is given no such exception, of the less famous of the Great Bastards, Laena is given considerable attention, with special note of how she has abandoned her duties as a mother to live a life of hedonism and wanton selfishness.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 7, 2021 20:59:21 GMT 1
Daeron had always been uniquely attached to his Great Bastard half-siblings. Whether it was because they shared the same father or because they existed in a strange social limbo that placed them somewhere between princes of the realm and the mundane baseborn, he sought them out wherever possible and felt more empathy towards them than he did most other individuals. So when this raggedy septon got up in front of a crowd and started to slander his family, he was incensed, doubly so when he conveniently left out Mya Rivers, one of his most promiscuous sisters, and attacked Laena, one of his most virtuous ones.
However, to speak out against this ranting septon in a public arena was pure recklessness. The man was a talented and charismatic speaker and commanded throngs of obedient followers and to openly oppose him would only add Daeron's name to his next public outburst against Great Bastards.
However, anger and recklessness often acted in tandem. Cupping his hands to his mouth in order to amplify his booming voice, Wildfyre stepped forward to defend his siblings.
"Good septon, is this the official stance of the Faith or simply your opinion on the matter? I feel that if it was the doctrine of the Faith of the Seven that us Great Bastards are so inherently sinful that you would be sharing your views within the Star Council rather than appropriating the funeral of the Grand Maester to give a rambling attack against legitimate children of the late king. This cowardly attack against my family feels more like a political attempt to raise your profile for when the next seat opens up on the council."
Was it foolish of him to starting a shouting match with a septon? Certainly, but he had seen firsthand at the Black Tourney what violence an angry septon could whip a crowd into committing. If Lord Piggy with all of his armed retainers barely survived the mob, then what chance did individuals such as Daeron have if these dangerous words were allowed to go unopposed?
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Post by Father on Oct 7, 2021 21:22:09 GMT 1
Wooops, Gwenys not Mya....he has plenty of things to say about Mya, none of them nice.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 7, 2021 21:30:21 GMT 1
Wooops, Gwenys not Mya....he has plenty of things to say about Mya, none of them nice. That’s why I was so surprised. Regardless, I’ll keep Daeron’s actions the same. He’s got no desire for Great Bastards to be the target of mob violence.
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Post by Father on Oct 12, 2021 15:31:27 GMT 1
"The Star Council?!" Septon Oberyn scoffs. "Sycophants the lot of them! The Unworthy may have made his sinful seed the equal of their trueborn siblings by the laws of men, but no king is so high above The Seven as to erase his own sin by quill and parchment!"
"The light of the truth is scorching to all with sins to hide! Or have you already forgotten how one member of that rotten council was defrocked? Such men will never allow close scrutiny of their sins. How come that only a handful of Aegon's bastards lead pious and noble lives like most knights and ladies so strive towards, but instead revel in their taint of sin rather than to rise above it?"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 14, 2021 17:25:58 GMT 1
"Spoken like a runner-up at a tourney who suddenly begins to claim that they 'didn't need the winner's purse anyway'." He scoffs, recognizing the bombastic septon's sour grapes. Easy for men to denounce a prize only after they've failed to achieve it, just ask Fireball what he thinks of the Kingsguard these days. Either way, now that he had openly denounced the Star Council in public, Daeron didn't have to worry about the entirety of the Faith coming after him, just one septon. Still dangerous for sure, but possessing fewer resources.
"My siblings are numerous and yes, some such as Lady Mya are of low virtues, but for every sinful one there are a dozen of virtue. None can dispute that Blackfyre, Lady Gwenys, Ser Aemon, or Lady Daena are of pure character or that Ser Aerion, Lady Laena, and Ser Normyn are not stout hearted and leal friends? How can you stand upon your podium in good faith and condemn my family while there are lordly villains at Longtable and Raventree Hall who openly flaunt the Seven? Could it be that you fear their power and would rather cravenly attack widows?"
Hopefully that's enough to cool the heads of this crowd, at least enough for them to not turn into a violent lynch mob.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Oct 22, 2021 19:53:15 GMT 1
How dare you! Ser Theomore's face takes on a purplish hue of pure rage. "Is there any knight who would take responsibility for this whelp of a squire?" Nodding at the insult, Robyn joined Theomore in looking about the room for someone who would, as the plum-hued Ox put it, 'take responsibility' for his words. He specifically searched for Lord Armond Caswell, seeing how he viewed this whole encounter. Redwolf would stay quiet though, he had said his piece, and unless anyone were to speak up or if the fuming drunk decided to do something drastic Robyn found no reason to continue to disturb the peace.
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Post by Father on Oct 24, 2021 9:51:25 GMT 1
"I hear whispers of Ser Normyn cuckolding his brother and turning kinslayer, rumors of Lady Daena seeking to bed her brother, Lady Laena poisoning her own husband, of this only The Father can truly judge, for men are sinful and will spread lies, but rarely is there smoke without fire!"
Septon Oberyn is not one to turn down a challenge. "And Ser Daemon Waters, proudly naming himself Blackfyre? Enviously coveting his trueborn's brother's throne? A true and pious knight would have renounced such claims and given up that sword for something more humble. A man might commit no act of sin, and yet, he may still be sinful in his heart, if you look upon a woman with lustful desire, you have already committed the deed in your heart, and it is no longer pure, a true servant of the seven must cleanse himself of the taint so imprinted once he recognizes it, for if not purged, such thoughts will grow and gnaw at a man's will, and no matter how indomitable it is, every man has his limits, every man will act if he does not stop himself, a desire can be undone, deeds cannot."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 24, 2021 22:55:54 GMT 1
Mocking laughter cut through the air
"You heard whispers and thought that they should be repeated in bellows? Good septon, I'm afraid that *you* are the one spreading falsehoods by sharing unsubstantiated rumors as if it were the holy word of the Seven."
When he began attacking Blackfyre, Daeron only gave a grin. The mad dog had behaved as expected, attacking one of the most beloved men in the kingdom while also showing his hypocrisy.
"The wisdom of the Crone tells us to remove the log from our own eye before pointing out the splinter in our neighbor's. Before you attack him for rising to the potential that the Father has granted him, perhaps consider abandoning your own pride and ambitions. We've already seen that you covet rank and position within the Faith, what deeds will grow from that desire?"
Having grown tired of this endless debate, Daeron decided to end it while he had the attention of crowd.
"I for one am exhausted by the stale ravings of the Mad Septon. He has nothing productive to say other than hypocritical and unfounded accusations with the hope of harnessing your anger. Look instead to the true teachings of the Faith to guide your spirits rather than this false cleric."
With a dismissive flourish of his arm he turns his back on the Mad Septon and begins to walk out of the square, hoping to starve him of a response.
Do we need to do any sort of opposed rolls to sway the crowd, or is that not needed right now?
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Post by Father on Oct 31, 2021 14:36:19 GMT 1
It would appear that the room would prefer not to take note of Ser Theomore's drunken ramblings, or perhaps expecting that once sobered up, he would show himself the stronger warrior.
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Post by Father on Oct 31, 2021 22:12:49 GMT 1
It appears that Daeron fails to make a proper impression, Septon Oberyn hardly misses a verbal step as he finds back to his brimstone spewing form, using their very conversation as an example to understate the points he were making.
The crowd gathered to hear him seems uncomfortably large to Daeron's eyes, though Oldtown is a big city, unlike anything else in The Reach. Mostly only the smallfolk who lends him an ear, important folk pays him little heed.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Nov 2, 2021 19:17:33 GMT 1
It would appear that the room would prefer not to take note of Ser Theomore's drunken ramblings, or perhaps expecting that once sobered up, he would show himself the stronger warrior. Then the Redwolf would do the same, turning around to ignore the drunken fool. If he continued to try and pick a fight, then Robyn might be tempted to act. But for now, he turned his attention to his brother. "How does it feel, brother? To be on the other side of the Wedding ceremony as a bound man yourself?" Redwolf clasped his hand on Symon's shoulder and gently jabbed him in the side, "Was your wedding night as exciting as it is made out to be?"
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Post by Father on Nov 23, 2021 15:01:29 GMT 1
Trembling insecure girl understanding what was required of her, but whisked away to a place with more trees than people to spend the rest of her life with a man she hardly had met in a place she had never been?
And with all eyes on you, shirking on toasts is not something you can do, it's like a barely a man goes to the inn and gets good and drunk, and being a noble, cleaner and better smelling than the rest of the lot, you find a willing girl, might be a night to remember, but in the mind is just a foggy blackness of the event, filled by whatever told to you by the minder mother had instructed to stay sober and keep you out of trouble if need to be.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jan 2, 2022 15:13:23 GMT 1
[Been meaning to do this post for a while, but I keep blanking on what to actually write. Decided to just get it down in whatever form I can, so at least I'm not holding this plot thread up any more. Anyway, this happens at Squirrel Hall, following on from my meeting with Bloodraven] Identifying gossips at a small party like this one is hardly difficult, especially for a lady like Laena. Making sure to nearly always have a glass in hand, even if she only sips from it, it's hardly implausible for her to be a bit tipsy later on in the evening - not enough to provoke scandal, especially for a dragon, but certainly enough for her being a bit loose-lipped to be entirely belivable. Still, she can hardly walk up to a gossip and start talking - that would be all too suspicious. No, the gossip has to approach her. Fortunately, they are entirely predictable things. Flowing with the social currents until she's having a conversation near her target, she works a few pieces of choice gossip she picked up into the conversation as bait. Once she notices her target - ears ever-primed to pick up juicy new information - take an interest, she moves the conversation on. Curiosity piqued, the gossip swiftly approaches once Laena is done with her conversation and uses their natural charm to try and draw out more information, which Laena happily provides. At one point she uses 'that idiot boy' as an off-handed point of comparison, naturally provoking the gossip's curiosity. While initially hesitant to say any more, given a bit of prying, Laena finally gives in, and tells the gossip about what Ser Robyn had apparently been up to recently - haring off around the Reach after any opportunity to meet Lady Falyse Blackbar, eschewing any significant protection - him surviving one ambush and blooding himself on some fodder up north combined with the idiocy of youth making him feel invincible. While not giving so much detail as to seem suspicious, combined with information available through other means, a reasonably smart man would hopefully 'figure out' a perfect time to attack the young knight, and feel very pleased with himself. A story about a Dornish-blooded acting rash and horny would play well with this crowd. Laena was sure it would find the right set of ears easily enough. Of course, if this didn't work, she'd have to explain herself to the boy's mother, and *that* conversation she was *not* looking forward to. FW - Deception - Robyn's Vulnerable: 6d6k4 17 Pretty average roll. Hopefully good enough.
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Post by Father on Jan 3, 2022 12:00:34 GMT 1
The boy's mother is unlikely to approve either way, but may be appeased by a suitable offering of the blood of her enemies.
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