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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 17:41:47 GMT -5
"Blood and gold, men say little else matters in this world. But you seem too easy a sort of fellow to have fought for blood. Someone must have offended you somehow foul, I would think. Fortunately, I matter too little to most for anyone to cross me so," Beau says, maintaining a friendly, nonchalant air.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 26, 2007 17:56:52 GMT -5
"You would have no idea how relaxing it is to matter very little, ser."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 26, 2007 18:08:22 GMT -5
"Ah, but I have mattered very little my whole life. Even when I was in places that mattered quite a lot, I still mattered but little."
Uninterrupted, Beau continues. He does love to tell of his life, plain as it may be. "I was born the son of a cotton trader, but he was a bad one and made no gold and little silver. My mother had sung songs in the Sept and taught me to use my voice, and my father tried and failed to teach me ledgers. I thought I'd be a Septon until my lord came calling, gave me a suit of boiled leather and an ugly sword. I walked hundreds of leagues under a flapping white tower, the farthest I had been from home. And no one ever once told me why."
"When we reached our destination, I was promptly stabbed in the gut by some redcloaked men and left for dead. It seemed a rude welcome. I got back up and fought again next to a rock, and again I was stabbed, this time in the leg and watched most of the battle from my back. When it was all over I couldn't have tell you who won and never saw the dragon. I also swore that was the last time I'd fight for some banner."
"I do have a habit of breaking my own rules, though, now and then. But now I've given up the sword in favor of a lute, this time I hope for good."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 27, 2007 0:23:35 GMT -5
"Who can truly give up the sword? Not I...Though I admit, I've done what I can to keep myself from it." At this time his wife came by his side, wearing red and green. Silver-gray hair nearly fell to her shoulders and she carried a small infant in her arms.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 27, 2007 0:44:25 GMT -5
Beau bows to the lady, "What a beautiful child. I must admit, Ser, great envy -- a most stunning wife, and beautiful home. Tomorrow night I shall likely be sleeping under another hedge, going west or east I do not even yet know. If mi'lady here had a sister, I might be convinced to stay a while," he says with a laugh.
"So you keep this inn, but haven't given up the blade? Are bandits such a problem then?"
Beaumarin the Beauty knew he stumbled upon an interesting mystery. This innkeeper had a Valyrian wife.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 27, 2007 10:49:49 GMT -5
The wife smiles but says nothing. The innkeep looks at the singer and says, "Bandits no longer seem to run through these parts. Though sometimes I receive mysterious visitors...ones who surely have information on who I am."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 27, 2007 12:26:01 GMT -5
"Ha, well, that certainly makes me curious. Who you are, eh? So who are you, if you don't mind my asking?" Beau wonders aloud.
Whether or not the innkeep answered, he was starting to put the puzzle pieces together -- the climbing ivy, hunting stags, fighting for blood, and a Valyrian wife. There was only one man this innkeeper could be. But that left the question of why. He could have a high position at court, or the Lordship of a castle. Instead he tends a tavern. Why?
What had started as an attempt to spread the word of Callen's Law was suddenly turning into something very different. But Beaumarin would have to tread carefully -- be he a publican or cavalier, Kid Death was dangerous.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 27, 2007 12:38:31 GMT -5
"My name is Kit Kidwell", he said rather fast. He watched the singer, patiently.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 27, 2007 12:51:33 GMT -5
Beaumarin the Beauty was many things. An able, if not brilliant, swordsmen. A better singer than a swordsman, and a better lover than a singer. His best skill, however, was as an actor. Which is why he showed the proper mix of requisite surprise and restrained reaction that the situation called for.
"Suddenly I find myself in the presence of greatuness. Your reputation, ser, is indeed a mighty one." Beau makes a slight bow -- not enough to draw attention from the scattered guests, but enough to show he knows the name and respects the man. "It seems you are forging something of a different life from your last path."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 27, 2007 13:01:21 GMT -5
"Or trying to. Somehow I feel you've been brought here to bring me into the fold of another war."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 27, 2007 16:49:18 GMT -5
It was an interesting choice for Beaumarin the Beauty. He had not come here expecting anything, much less than finding Kid Death. But Kidwell's comment almost sounded like an offer. The man who could deliver Kid Death would suddenly be a man that mattered...
"What, during Aemon's Peace? Are there swords crossing somewhere? And if I was, good Ser, which -- or whose -- side would you have me draw you onto?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 27, 2007 18:53:27 GMT -5
"To me blood is almost irrelevant, unfortunately. I've killed stags though, so I fancy they would not take to me well. I imagine there are still more stags though, and I've heard rumors they've been putting up. I stopped at Rodrick...". Kit paused as if in thought.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 27, 2007 22:13:33 GMT -5
"Why did you stop at Rodrick when Stags still ran in the forests?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 28, 2007 0:47:26 GMT -5
"I had no great hatred towards the Stags. I was simply recruited by Michael, to kill them."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 1:02:53 GMT -5
"I see. And now do you miss the ring of clashing steel, or is this happiness?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.