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Post by Father on Oct 18, 2018 0:02:48 GMT 1
Lady Alicent is a feast for the eyes as always, though some might find their claims of Dornish promiscuity vindicated by her audacious attire, her hem reaches only halfway down the thigh, and while her front is technically covered, a large triangular piece with corners at the shoulders and the last one halfway down to her navel is of the flimsy sort of fabric that leaves very little to imagination, exposing just about as much as possible while keeping her nipples under cover, stretching the boundaries of propriety so far that they threaten to snap, even for a night when those boundaries are encouraged to be put to the test. "My gallant knight protector." Her smile as he approaches lights up her entire face with joy, and her curtsy is more than simple politeness, it is deep and full of life, and though she need not tug on these skirts to avoid them from touching the ground, she does so anyway, pulling them up as far as Butterbump's naughty manners had done to Janna's. Somehow, at this time and place, under the moon in this setting, it feels exactly right, whereas at any other time of the year, outside of the marriage bed, it would have been wholly inappropriate. Perhaps the Dornish might find such an attire entirely within the ordinary. The glow of her person and the lovely smell of lavender have a way of dissipating any thoughts of that she might be promised to another, or that there might be other ladies present in the courtyard.
Objective: Friendship, as in buttering him up for her next move. Probably won't be needing the +1D, but making him really, really, like her. Oh yes. Intrigue Iniative: 4d6+2 15Free Deception: 6d6k4+2 18 2 DoS for +2 ID ID: 15 DR: 2 Composure: 12 Also capital A attractive should that have any influence on Roland's dispositions. Short intrigue predicted. |
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 18, 2018 10:45:54 GMT 1
Roland was enchanted. He may have played at being the dashing knight gallant for Lady Janna - defending her family honour in the Sept and bearing her favour in the joust. But for Lady Alicent he had lived out a singer's tale, and she was a woman grown. Roland had already killed for Alicent, but this was a woman to die for. He attempted to keep his feet to the right steps while committing the smell of lavender to memory, capturing an enchanted moment in his memory. With a bow he began their dance. "My Lady Alicent. Let me rescue you from these clog footed oafs," he joked. D8 Alicent intrigue initiative: 3d6 13D8 Alicent Status (breeding): 4d6k3 16 +1B on peruasion ID: 10 DR: 2 D8 Alicent Intrigue Shield of Reputation (inc consider): 5#5d6k3 10 15 16 15 14 - Round six until this bites, so probably defeated long before that. - Not planning to Quit (seems inappropriate to run from a dance!) nor to offer a yield. [OOC: Roland is +2 disposition steps from Attractive and was Amiable from previous thread according to my personal forum's tracking thread, so let's say bottom tier of Friendly (+2 from Attractive, +2 from previous scenes = 4 overall)? I'll update my sheet.] |
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 18, 2018 11:34:29 GMT 1
[OOC: Roland is Romantic and therefore Naive if Alicent has Virtue of 3 or higher, not that this will make a huge difference to this! Doesn't quite boost her Free Deception to 3 DoS as it drops passive awareness to 9, just one off 3 DoS for Alicent!]
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Post by Father on Oct 18, 2018 11:54:55 GMT 1
"Carve a path ser, I will follow" She quips back, she does let him take the lead, but true to her daring approach places his left hand on her side and her right resting on his shoulder arm running down his chest, she tilts her head with curiosity as her fingers explores beneath his collar to find the hair shirt. "What's this? Have ser been naughty?" She smiles wickedly.
Charm: 5#8d6k5+3 18 25 28 27 29That sizzling sound is Roland's composure fried beyond salvaging by frustration in round 2, which means she wins herself +3 disposition and +1D to next intrigue (Yeah, she'll be really needing that).
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 18, 2018 12:12:32 GMT 1
"A reminder not to be wicked. A preventative measure so far, rather than a punishment for wickedness."
Such was shared with a smile between friends rather than out of embarrassment. He was a man grown, after all.
"I'll sign over half my ransoms from the tournament to you if you find me a taller confessor. The Septon Abelar is a most holy and wise man, but he has a frame for fasting and mine is for the practice yard."
There were several inches in height between the two men and a yawning chasm in their builds despite the Septon's best effort.
As they span and twirled Lord Merryweather, the kidnappings and even the rest of the room faded away from Roland's attention.
Blasted shirt is a risky strategy for Septons - a man certainly knows he's wearing the cursed thing, but there's every incentive to rip it off.
Still, Alicent was Roland's friend, and so far they merely enjoyed on another's company rather than either attempting to lead the other to dishonour from lust or desperation.
[OOC: Takes disposition to +9, Affectionate, noted +1D to next intrigue too on my tracking sheet. Miscounted earlier and +4 would only have me on amiable, but doesn't begin to change the results materially here. Updated for costume bonus.]
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Post by Father on Oct 18, 2018 13:53:39 GMT 1
"I would have thought others far more needy, and here you are, hoarding it all to yourself" She smiles in mock admonishment. "But I could easily become a rich lady then, for I could introduce ser to Septon Janos" The Highgarden septon once was a Baratheon, and the man is every inch as impressive a specimen as his kin are renowned for producing. "However, ser have not once commented upon my appearance this evening, does he find it pleasing?" She times the question perfectly with the music so that she might do a pirouette to show off. Some would take issue with her lack of modesty, but even they would struggle to disagree with her being a beautiful sight.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 18, 2018 14:19:52 GMT 1
"You are a singer's dream come to life."
Alicent is spun out once more.
"And a Septon's worst nightmare."
He smiled as they continued to dance.
"Such comes as a great relief my lady - the maidens rescued in songs are always great beauties. A knight should not gain a reputation for rescuing hideous snarks and grumpkins."
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Post by Father on Oct 18, 2018 15:59:58 GMT 1
"But are they not worth rescuing also? Or does ser only care to be gallant if the maiden is fair? Or if the singers would care to let others know of it?" She quips, she appears much more lively than well, ever. And she is certainly not drunk. It is as if a burden have been lifted off her shoulders somehow, but hard to say which one. She was still promised to Lord Eldon, however much she had no intention to fulfill that promise, there could be more of the knives that might have been meant for her about. But she seems not to care one bit about any such thing.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 18, 2018 16:17:08 GMT 1
"They are to be rescued too, we are charged to defend all women in the name of the maid after all. I stood with Ser Daeron to spare the smallfolk women at that riot, no matter how few teeth they had."
Like many nobles, Roland was not overly found of peasants - they existed to support those that fight and those that pray. The stronger protected them, but in return they must know their place.
He dropped his voice to a mock conspiratorial whisper.
"However, one must take care not to let talk get out of rescuing some great sow, lest our Lord of Fools think to match one with Gertrude."
This was an occasion for fun, then had been enough solemnity!
That said, the blasted shirt itched even more once you'd built up a sweat. Must be all the dancing...
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Post by Father on Oct 18, 2018 17:59:16 GMT 1
"If such thoughts are what drove ser to wear that shirt, we really must go see Septon Janos, for such discomfort for so little is not the father's justice but punishment fit for the truly wicked" She pulls slightly at it just for fun. "I like my septons speaking softly and carrying a stick for when they need one, not a stick in each hand lashing out at whoever he meets and the third up their hind quarters to reinforce their disposition that all must repent, for if one have not sinned yet, one is apparently sure to do so."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 18, 2018 21:26:48 GMT 1
"That sounds like our Septon Arlan at Kingsbridge."
A turn, slightly awkward as Roland attempts to compensate for their difference in height, but by now they were enjoying themselves and not fretting over matching the likes of Ashara.
"I had thought our Septa Marei strict until I met Septon Abelar."
Ser Daemon's words from yesterday were still with him.
"All men make mistakes and sin. A wise man told me that it is not avoiding mistakes that is a mark of a man, but taking responsibility and setting things to right."
Seven only know how we set things to rights for this sweet creature. All the men who should be taking responsibility are long dead.
Roland span Alicent for quick pirouette to undercut the seriousness of his words.
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Post by Father on Oct 19, 2018 0:00:36 GMT 1
"By wearing two layers of clothing in the height of summer?" She appears to find this sort of questioning infinitely enjoyable, as if she had kept herself from indulging in such a thing for a very long time. "At Yronwood, we ran around naked in the fields to cool ourselves down at days such as these" She smiles wickedly, letting his face react to the image she undoubtedly hopes makes it's way into his mind before reminding him of the little detail that made it make sense. "I was but a girl of three then, I think."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 19, 2018 8:59:04 GMT 1
The bait and switch works, drawing a brief pause in consternation followed by a smile and an indulgent eye-roll. Hours at the practice yard almost save Roland from missing a step.
Almost.
"I will confess that this is neither stylish nor practical. Upon review, I regard them as unlikely to be the latest fashion in King's Landing. They are mercifully doomed to remain the preserve of septons and knights foolish enough to seek out martinets as confessors."
Though there is something to be said for being a holy fool rather than a dishonest genius.
"At three I was almost ready to be in multiple layers already - padding, then mail, then armour."
It was an exaggeration, but not by much.
"Have you had a chance to return to Yronwood?" For a reprise hopefully. "I have never seen it, but your cousin Isabelle oft praised it in her letters, the cooling waters where the rivers meets the Sea of Dorne."
Roland was unsure of how much Alicent's situation restricted her comings and goings.
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Post by Father on Oct 19, 2018 18:54:03 GMT 1
"I have not had that pleasure" She doesn't seem to have any longing for going back. "I might never, so I will not dwell on it, tonight I will dwell on nothing, only enjoy myself play and tease, and put foolish knights in uncomfortable spots" She smiles again as she decides for a move that requires no skill in on his part but for the strength to hold her weight and avoiding the embarrassment of letting her fall. "I wonder if ser would get jealous should he see me closely entwined with another later into the night, my arms around his neck and his hands wandering in gentle caress? Would he feel pangs of regret that he did not push his luck and dared to see if I might allow him the same?"
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 20, 2018 10:18:32 GMT 1
"All men are fools where women are concerned."
"I am but flesh and blood - any man would be driven to envy in such a situation, but my regrets would be for my good lady and her knight."
"For your part, I would regret the consequences of such a dalliance."
"For your knight's part, I would regret the damage to his health when Lord Merryweathers knights got to him."
A pause and a smile.
"Or I did."
"If you are to provoke Lord Merryweather, best do it with your own side's honour intact and via a knight that can defend himself."
Unless Alicent wished to try such a risky maneuver with Redtusk or some similar unwed champion, she would find few strong sword arms for such schemes that Roland, even if it meant putting a friend in danger.
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