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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 22, 2019 11:20:45 GMT 1
"Lord Merryweather." He says loudly and bows deeply. "I am Ser Mikel of Harroway and was one of the few men who through the mob to protect you and yours during the riot. If you can forgive my untimely intrusion I beg a word." Mikel feels shame in his approach, pouring honey over his words to a rapacious coward. Yet losing his life here and now, even if killing Lord Merryweather, would not be a purchase worth the price when the world was so full of wicked men.
Mikel remains bowed until the Lord acknowledges and answers him. For an instant he allows himself to hope that things will go well, then immerses himself back into the reality of the moment.
[D12] Mikel and Eldon - Stealth(Sneak) - v TN 13: 2d6 8 - Crit failure, -1 Chivarly |
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Post by Father on Jan 22, 2019 17:49:52 GMT 1
"Do feel free to join our merry band, my good ser!" Lord Eldon makes a gesture and men that Mikel ordinarily would never want to associate with makes room for him to sit, quickly producing a cup which they start pouring expensive Arbor Red into, Eldon himself remains flanked by a pair of his blackguards that does not partake in the drink, Mikel can make out the contours of thick sturdy leather under their tunics, their eyes alert for any threat.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 25, 2019 10:20:35 GMT 1
Mikel nods with a smile as he moves to the offered seat and accepts the cup, some spontaneous paranoia forbidding him to drink from said cup until he see's others partaking in wine poured from the same jug. He notes that Lady Tanselle had already moved away and wondered if his intervention had truly helped or if he had only waited a moment she would have left anyways and he wouldn't be stuck here with these men. "Your men fought and succeeded against odds which would have snuffed out most quicker then a man blowing out a candle. Let us toast to the sacrifice of the fallen, and to the perseverance of the survivors." Mikel spills some of his wine on the floor for the fallen and then has a sip for himself. "The fighting prowess demonstrated that day has me curious about the House which could draw such men into its service. I love to hear what I could of House Merryweather's history, if it please you Lord Merryweather." Mikel would play nice and then excuse himself after some small talk, but he thought it might be best for others to do the talking for fear of his true feelings about the man coming out. |
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Post by Father on Jan 26, 2019 17:50:24 GMT 1
The history lesson from the Merryweather knights is filled with ribald details, and the favorites songs of Eldon's Blackguards, including a version of Megget Was a Merry Maid that they claim predates it's reference to Aegon's mistress by the same name and instead is about the wife of some Lord Merryweather. These knights makes lewd comments upon the ladies passing by, each giving the group a wide berth, for good reason, Ser Norren takes liberties with one of the serving girls, the poor frightened thing would likely have ended up like Megelle, too afraid to say no had not one of the older and more experienced come by to help her out of her entanglements and Eldon hypocritically declares that a real man have no need of taking his pleasure, a real man will be offered such gifts freely, would not Mikel agree?
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 27, 2019 7:28:30 GMT 1
How the hell do I respond to that? Tacticully. Be tactiful. "I agree Lord Eldon." I should just leave it there. "Being raised with two sisters they had always told me I would catch more flies with honey then vinegar. And that those flies would be much more generous for it." He raised his cup with a smile and took a sip, wondering at the absurdity of the situation and happy with himself for the level of control he kept. Soon enough he would make his exit, but could he in good conscience? That server was the second women these men had accosted and they were far from being done drinking. Thankfully she was rescued nearly as quickly as she had been accosted but the next one might not be, and Mikel was sitting in the middle of the group of men that he would have to speak against. |
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Post by Father on Jan 27, 2019 18:43:56 GMT 1
"And they taste all the sweeter, soaked with honey rather than vinegar" Lord Eldon observes.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jan 31, 2019 9:21:00 GMT 1
Mikel kept on the fake laughs and forced smiles, the curious questions regarding the history of House Merryweather and its men and was generous with his toasts to those around him. When he was nearly through and preparing to excuse himself he saw Ser Norren Wythers guiding a naked and drunken Lady Arya toward the others. It just doesn't stop with these men does it? He asked himself rhetorically. He rose then and spoke up, "Oh goodness, this one simply isn't fit for you lot! Lord Merryweather, I beg you, allow me to remove her and return with women who will make this night one none of you will forget, not for all your days!" He bowed deeply at his request and rose with a flourish, then moved as near Lady Arya as he could. Perhaps his momentum, the drinks, and his spot of favor, if it could be called that, would allow Lord Merryweather to grant his request and once he got her back to her quarters perhaps he would send some pretty whores back here. At least that way he might thwart any more potential abuses by these animals.
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Post by Father on Feb 1, 2019 20:51:46 GMT 1
"Would you insult this fine young lady, ser?" However repulsive his visage, Lord Eldon knows how to speak words as sweet as honey, clearly not interested in letting her leave. "By all means, there is only one lady, we would consider it a boon, a fine, fine boon, if you might invite more beauties to our little corner of the party, we do have the best wine!" Mikel's feeble efforts are far from what is required to fool such a clever animal as pigs often are. His knights are much less subtle about Mikel trying to ruin the fun, and the girl seems drunk enough that even Lord Eldon doesn't make her flinch, her reputation as a gold digger might have something to do with it.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 3, 2019 8:30:07 GMT 1
"Perhaps I have a sensitive nature towards women given my sisters, but I fear she might be past that point where what we drank begins to make our decisions for us. There is no doubt in my mind that you are the sort of Lord not to take advantage of that, clearly you would have no need to." Mikel wondered how he kept from vomiting as he said it. "I appreciate that you all took so kindly to me shared your drink and storied history. Lord, if I may ask anything of you tonight for my actions on the field beside your valiant men, it is simply to allow me to escort this lady who clearly is not as capable a drinker as she thinks she is to her quarters." Mikel throws a look around the room as he speaks. He looks for friends, the few he has, any Starkwood men, or anyone with a particular hatred towards Lord Eldon - perhaps any man of the Companions - whose attention he might lure if this appeal should fail. |
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Post by Father on Feb 5, 2019 17:48:56 GMT 1
At this point, Ser Norren comes to his liege's rescue, claiming that the drink only makes one do that which one already would want to do, and surely Ser Mikel is no spoilsport? Good because those kind of people gets thrown out. |
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 8, 2019 9:31:08 GMT 1
Standing near Ser Norren and Lady Arya Mikel heard what Ser Norren had said and did not respond to him. Instead he was studying Lady Arya. Was this her choice? He doubted it. "Lady Arya, would you prefer if I escorted you to your lodgings? I believe you might regret having stayed out any later come morning." He had tried to convince them and failed. Perhaps if Lady Arya began to walk away they might decide to let her go. Yet he knew these men might react poorly to what he did now, and he prepared himself for any harsh reaction. |
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Post by Father on Feb 10, 2019 11:12:24 GMT 1
A harsh reaction indeed, three men interpose themselves between Mikel and Arya, well trained dogs protecting their master's prize.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 11, 2019 9:05:39 GMT 1
[D12] Mikel and Eldon - Awareness: 3d6 9
Mikel takes a moment to look each man over, observing their demeanor, how they are armed, and how far they might be willing to go. Between the concussion which still effected him, his new wounds and the amount of milk of the poppy he took to keep the effects at bay, he feared he might be less perceptive then he might normally be. Too close for swords, so daggers - though with all that has happened perhaps they'll keep those sheathed as well and just try to toss me out. He stood unmoving but for his eyes which finally returned to Lady Arya. He would hear what she had to say, or see that they were giving her no choice. |
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Post by Father on Feb 12, 2019 20:42:43 GMT 1
They should have no need of daggers, but who knows with men such as these? Mikel is outnumbered, and he will have to start the fight, maybe he could take on the goons if Ser Norren wasn't there, Arya ignores him, enticed by some promise, gold or jewelry probably.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 15, 2019 3:33:44 GMT 1
Mikel leans toward Lady Arya, lowering his voice yet knowing the three men could hear him too. "I pass no judgement Lady. I only wish to know your state and if this is your desire. There was a Lady earlier here who had their attention and did not seem to want it. Lord Eldon was a true gentleman and excused her. I do not believe for a second Lord Eldon would bare a grudge if there had been some confusion on the part of him or his men at your desire to accompany them this night." Galloping on eggshells while riding a warhorse. That is how this feels. "Infact I believe he would be upset that you had been honest in your desire or how competent you felt to decide."
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