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Post by Father on Aug 2, 2018 15:26:09 GMT 1
Word spreads around camp that the captured murderers of Septa Tyane are to be judged by Lord Tyrell, scores of smallfolk accompanied by a couple dozen lesser knights and others stands outside the gates of Highgarden shouting for blood, then fire. Those allowed inside are much less passionate, interest in this particular trial isn't all that high, most considering it all a foregone conclusion, many houses have only bothered to send a sworn sword or other representative to take note of anything interesting being revealed. A few characters of note are present, Prince Baelor has claimed the galleries, watching the proceedings with Ser Tywin Lannister and Bloodraven, the royal guardsmen blocking entrance for anyone else, though Butterbumps seems to have climbed up to his perch, the black hood of an executioner draped over his fist, which he appears to hold silent conversation with. The two captives are brought forward in chains as Lord Leo takes his seat. "Ser Roland, please step forward." He doesn't waste much time. "As a witness to the death of Septa Tyane, would you be able to identify her murderers?"
While the thread does say open, nobody is supposed to speak up unless spoken to, mostly restricting participation in the proceedings to Roland. Other characters can buzz a bit with each other before Leo arrives and after he's done if they like. They could always break decorum and let their opinions be known. Given Roland's AFK status, resolution here might drag on into day 4.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Aug 4, 2018 17:56:50 GMT 1
Abelar watches from the crowd, praying silently for hellfire. His eyes narrow when he spies Butterbumps.
That should be me up there!
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Malyk
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Post by Malyk on Aug 4, 2018 20:11:00 GMT 1
Given his rather ironic actions earlier, a madman calling for sanity, Malyk is conspicuously absent from the trial. After giving a small prayer to the Stranger for Septa Tyane, he sits before the statue of the Father, addressing it like he would anyone else. The lay Septa and Septon leave the man in peace, giving him only confused looks and indulgent smiles. "I'll be honest. I don't really understand what you do half the time. I know we are supposed to have free will and all, but a bolt of lightning wouldn't go amiss occasionally." He was not present at the trial because, at this point, it was in the Father's hands. "Most of my life we have had peace and property, but most are now bored with it. It seems now we are heading for war. I know the value of chaos, but is so much death really necessary for it? Anti-Dornish sentiment rises, but most have never even met a Dornishman and likely never will unless it's on a battlefield." "The Dornish are evil." piped up a voice behind him. It was a small alter boy carrying flowers for the Maiden's alter. "Are they? How do you know?" The boy looked defensive. "I just do. People say so." Malyk nodded. "Are 'people' always right?" The Senechal glanced at the statue of the Crone. "Would She say someone was something without a reason? Would She believe something just because people 'say' it?"
"Are you saying they aren't evil?" replied the boy with narrowed eyes.
"No. I'm saying I don't know. No shame in not knowing something. I don't know lots of things. I probably don't know far more things than I do. I would even say I don't know most things." He shrugged. "Still, I would be very surprised to find that all of them were evil. I'd even be very surprised to find most of them evil. That would be an awful lot of evil. Now if you told me some of them were evil, I would believe that. If you even said all of them were capable of evil, I would believe that too."
The boy placed the flowers on the Maiden's alter and sat beside Malyk. "If it isn't true, why would everyone say so?"
"I don't know that either, or perhaps there are too many reasons to know." He shrugged. "The Mother says it's important that people have someone to love. Perhaps it's also important that people have someone to hate, so they understand the difference." Although, when it comes right down to it, there isn't much of a difference.
The two sat together looking at the statue of the Father, deep in thought; the boy not as firm in his convictions as he had been a moment ago.
"I need to go weed the flower garden."
"Very well. I'll come help you."
The boy looked shocked and confused. "Um. That's not- um- milord-"
"It's fine. I will enjoy it and it will be fitting tribute to Septa Tyane." Better tribute than others have given, and perhaps an apology. "'Many hands make work a pleasure.'" He said, quoting the Smith.
A half hour later, the man and the boy were up to their elbows in dirt, chatting amiably, the ongoing trial completely forgotten.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 6, 2018 1:08:05 GMT 1
Titus was stood, silently, at the back of the room. He’d seen trials taken place in Gyldenhaal but had never paid much attention to them. This was, of course,a grander affair than nuncle Jon passing judgement on a pair of filthy poachers. Although the men in the stock looked the part and there was no question of the butchers’ guilt.
But this trial was part of something bigger and Titus watched as Ser Roland, who when he met him this morning was not yet a hero, took the stand.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 7, 2018 15:13:34 GMT 1
Roland bowed deeply as he approached the dais, doing his best not to be distracted by Butterbumps' antics.
He had made a good impression on Lord Tyrell during the hunt, but had not thought to be speaking to the highly ranked lord again so swiftly. A spare crowd, but worthies like Prince Baelor and Bloodraven were still present. Still, he drew reassurance from Septon Abelar's stout presence, as well as the newly met Ser Titus.
"Aye my Lord Tyrell, I can indeed identify her murderers."
He points to the two chained men.
"There they stand before us, though the good Septa showed the Warrior's bravery in saving myself and good lady Alicent with a shouted warning. My lord has right of pit and gallows here, but two of their fellows perished in the struggle."
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Post by Father on Aug 7, 2018 18:09:59 GMT 1
"Very well." Lord Tyrell rises from his seat to stand as he delivers his judgement. "You two are found guilty of murder and thus your lives are forfeit, at first light tomorrow you will be taken to the fields outside and be hanged by the neck until dead." With that, he makes a signal for them to be taken away, as the crowds disperse he waves Roland over, clearly expecting that to be more than enough to gain his attention. "It was fortunate that you were there, ser. Lady Alicent is under mine own protection, and the loss of Septa Tyane is tragedy enough."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 7, 2018 18:25:20 GMT 1
A man of gentle conscience might have been troubled to see two men condemned to death by his words, simply by an accident of birth grating him higher station. Roland was not such a man. Contempt, not mercy, was his overriding emotion here.
Justice both in battle and by Lord Tyrell. So perish all who rise their hands against their betters and the faith.
He approached the throne to speak to Lord Tyrell without a crowd overhearing.
"My lord, the fault is mine for failing to protect both. From Lord Durwell's questioning we learned of further threats that may be posed to your noble guests."
He paused, waiting to volunteer further information on the threats he had learned of until Lord Tyrell had shown where he wanted to direct the conversation.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Aug 8, 2018 3:05:54 GMT 1
Abelar sucks in his angular cheeks at the pronouncement, then turns and stalks away through the crowd. A travesty of justice.
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Post by Father on Aug 10, 2018 2:27:44 GMT 1
"Lord Marq mentioned as much, I have instructed Ser Damon to make the necessary precautions." Ser Roland knows of Ser Damon Crane the man now serving as Hightower's captain of the guards primarily by reputation, a cousin of Lord Erryk, he had been knighted by Lord Tyrell at the age of six and ten after the battle of the Prince's Pass after he had been the squire of Lord Rhysling, and had assumed command over his men on the left flank of the vanguard at a critical moment after his lord and his brothers all fell to Dornish crossbows specifically targeting those brandishing shields with the Oaken doors to sow confusion at the beginning of an ambush. He is also a man of a caliber Ser Roland would prefer not to face in the joust before the later rounds. "And from how I understand it, ser, there is nothing any man could have done to protect them both, only the seven who are one can manage the feat of being in more than one place at the same time."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 10, 2018 10:48:53 GMT 1
The Iron Crane himself? Good.
"My lord has chosen one of the Reach's doughtiest defenders, this gladdens my heart. My sword is sworn to lord Starling, but should you have need of it in this matter I shall beg his leave to provide any service I can."
"Lord Tyrell, with your leave, I would investigate the matter of the weapons used in the attack further. The wretches were identically armed, provided with weapons and told to leave them at the scene. Lord Durwell suspected someone meant for us to find them after they had done their bloody work. Some viper would have us set our sights on the all too obvious culprit from the maker's mark, mayhap for political advantage and to hide the true source of venom."
Subconsciously, Roland's language was run through with the anti-Dornish sentiment typical to the Reach.
"Perhaps I can follow this trail to its true source, or at the very least, alert one House to the fact that someone sought to make them the target of public opprobrium."
Flowery language, but this was one of the Lords Paramount after all and unlike some knights Roland had not neglected his education.
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Post by Father on Aug 10, 2018 11:42:35 GMT 1
"If you wish, the knives are from longtable, this much we know, Lord Marq sent a man to ask one of their knights. But it means nothing, and Lord Eldon may not be the most likeable man, but he would have not his betrothed, murdered."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 10, 2018 13:29:54 GMT 1
"Indeed, few would be so foolish as to instruct men to leave a clear path back to themselves. I am glad that both Lady Alicent and Lady Gwenys shall be well guarded against those that seek to silence them."
"I shall trouble my lord no further then, unless he has further need of me."
Roland bowed, expecting to be dismissed but providing an avenue for further instruction.
[OOC: I'm assuming there's a "not" missing from the last sentence above, unless Lord Tyrell is accusing Lord Merryweather!
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Post by Father on Aug 10, 2018 13:44:07 GMT 1
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