Post by Ellinda on Nov 27, 2007 4:43:07 GMT -5
A Night Time Discussion
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(OOC: This is a rp between Seth and Francis. we did it in chat, and than i wrote it up in scenario form. He has signed off on it, and i'm submitting it for the secret scenario bin, just to confirm that secret IC plotting took place.)
Seth awoke to the feeling of two fingers pressed insistently against his lips. "Lord Commander Falgrave," came the breathless whisper, recognizable as the voice of Francis Varner. Seth was dead still, feeling very vulnerable without any sort of weapon in the dark. But he nodded lightly, sensing that as the best course.
“I apologize for the circumstances, but the Dornish witch has her eyes all about. Even in this ostensibly pleasant occasion" Seth's eyes sought light, for he lived in a world of vision and memory. To have one of his strongest senses unavailable at such a time was uncomfortable.
"What is that you need?" He whispered.
"I need a moment for us to speak Lord Falgrave. I understand that you intend to return to Dorne to retrieve a certain something, despite your first unpleasant stay. Is that correct?" The disembodied voice whispered. Eventually Seth could make out a hooded figure in the corner standing tall. Seth was careful.
“I suppose that could be true."
"If you are uncareful, it could be a longer and even more unpleasant stay this time. For the Martell woman will be watching you most assuredly. But there are others who could go and retrieve this item for you."
Seth smiled in the dark. "Retrieving it myself was only a last resort. What interest is it of yours?"
"Other than to receive the thanks of my favorite Reachman and the Lord Commander of the Goldcloaks?"
Seth's laugh emerged as a whispered snicker. "The true reason?"
"If a list of names were provided, could you see they were properly brought to justice? A laundry list of citizens of King's Landing, there only common denominator being they serve as the eyes and ears of Dorne and not the Iron Throne. Some pretexts might be required, but you could know they deserved their sentences in truth."
Seth paused, imbibing the words. Finally he spoke. "And what sort of justice would you require?"
"The dark and deep kind, by my preference."
Seth sat in silence. "Alright."
Francis smile was visible even in the darkness of the tent. "So than we are in accord? I would not ask this thing if I did not think it for the good of the realm. There are too many wandering eyes in King's Landing. The Gods did well to bless us with only two ourselves, for after awhile, there are diminishing returns."
"Though." Seth started, "I think I shall make it my last accord as Lord Commander. I should like to retire to Greycopse for some time."
"But who would replace you? If you can think of a good and gods forbid, more honest man to replace you, than I should encourage you to retire. But I can think of none."
"The war is over, the aftermath has settled, I go to waste in the city when I would like nothing more than to dwell at Greycopse. Perhaps begin a family."
Francis nodded. He had the same dreams and a baby on the way to boot. King's Landing was no place for a child. "I'm sympathetic to your plight Milord, but it seems much the waste. I'm sure the throne will find uses for you even at Greycopse. If you have need of someone to back your request to be replaced, I shall do it for you, as much as it would pain me." Seth nodded.
"If you would, I would be most grateful. I am still young, as it seems in any case. I would hate to spend my vitality in this position. Perhaps I would return to the post in a few years time. I have not even seen twenty one summers yet, though some might not believe it.'
"They don't get much better. I'm at 25 long years myself." Francis chuckled.
"Well, to our old age then." Seth chuckled.
Francis nodded, "regretfully I have nothing to toast it with. So where will my agents find this item of yours which shall be returned to you?"
"I will draw a detailed indicator for you, and send for you tomorrow." Seth answered automatically, almost.
Francis nodded. "Very well than, to the success of our endeavor. I shall ask you to do your prtion of the bargain first, as it will likely to distract Emelia from the operation in her own lands."
"Of course. Blackening the Dornish eye is something I don't mind."
"Very well than. I shall bring you your list." Francis smiled and backed into the shadow, and soon Seth was alone again with his thoughts.
« Message sent on Yesterday at 11:41pm »
(OOC: This is a rp between Seth and Francis. we did it in chat, and than i wrote it up in scenario form. He has signed off on it, and i'm submitting it for the secret scenario bin, just to confirm that secret IC plotting took place.)
Seth awoke to the feeling of two fingers pressed insistently against his lips. "Lord Commander Falgrave," came the breathless whisper, recognizable as the voice of Francis Varner. Seth was dead still, feeling very vulnerable without any sort of weapon in the dark. But he nodded lightly, sensing that as the best course.
“I apologize for the circumstances, but the Dornish witch has her eyes all about. Even in this ostensibly pleasant occasion" Seth's eyes sought light, for he lived in a world of vision and memory. To have one of his strongest senses unavailable at such a time was uncomfortable.
"What is that you need?" He whispered.
"I need a moment for us to speak Lord Falgrave. I understand that you intend to return to Dorne to retrieve a certain something, despite your first unpleasant stay. Is that correct?" The disembodied voice whispered. Eventually Seth could make out a hooded figure in the corner standing tall. Seth was careful.
“I suppose that could be true."
"If you are uncareful, it could be a longer and even more unpleasant stay this time. For the Martell woman will be watching you most assuredly. But there are others who could go and retrieve this item for you."
Seth smiled in the dark. "Retrieving it myself was only a last resort. What interest is it of yours?"
"Other than to receive the thanks of my favorite Reachman and the Lord Commander of the Goldcloaks?"
Seth's laugh emerged as a whispered snicker. "The true reason?"
"If a list of names were provided, could you see they were properly brought to justice? A laundry list of citizens of King's Landing, there only common denominator being they serve as the eyes and ears of Dorne and not the Iron Throne. Some pretexts might be required, but you could know they deserved their sentences in truth."
Seth paused, imbibing the words. Finally he spoke. "And what sort of justice would you require?"
"The dark and deep kind, by my preference."
Seth sat in silence. "Alright."
Francis smile was visible even in the darkness of the tent. "So than we are in accord? I would not ask this thing if I did not think it for the good of the realm. There are too many wandering eyes in King's Landing. The Gods did well to bless us with only two ourselves, for after awhile, there are diminishing returns."
"Though." Seth started, "I think I shall make it my last accord as Lord Commander. I should like to retire to Greycopse for some time."
"But who would replace you? If you can think of a good and gods forbid, more honest man to replace you, than I should encourage you to retire. But I can think of none."
"The war is over, the aftermath has settled, I go to waste in the city when I would like nothing more than to dwell at Greycopse. Perhaps begin a family."
Francis nodded. He had the same dreams and a baby on the way to boot. King's Landing was no place for a child. "I'm sympathetic to your plight Milord, but it seems much the waste. I'm sure the throne will find uses for you even at Greycopse. If you have need of someone to back your request to be replaced, I shall do it for you, as much as it would pain me." Seth nodded.
"If you would, I would be most grateful. I am still young, as it seems in any case. I would hate to spend my vitality in this position. Perhaps I would return to the post in a few years time. I have not even seen twenty one summers yet, though some might not believe it.'
"They don't get much better. I'm at 25 long years myself." Francis chuckled.
"Well, to our old age then." Seth chuckled.
Francis nodded, "regretfully I have nothing to toast it with. So where will my agents find this item of yours which shall be returned to you?"
"I will draw a detailed indicator for you, and send for you tomorrow." Seth answered automatically, almost.
Francis nodded. "Very well than, to the success of our endeavor. I shall ask you to do your prtion of the bargain first, as it will likely to distract Emelia from the operation in her own lands."
"Of course. Blackening the Dornish eye is something I don't mind."
"Very well than. I shall bring you your list." Francis smiled and backed into the shadow, and soon Seth was alone again with his thoughts.
Hope you all are well and happy.