Post by The Smith on Apr 15, 2008 23:00:29 GMT -5
Brandon was walking stealthily in King’s Landing in a disguise, so that they wouldn’t recognise him and ask awkward questions. The Goldcloaks didn’t take notice of him even if he basically smeared their cloaks with dirt. Once in a while he mad a snowball and tossed it at their heads to the amusement of the few people noticing it, though they never tattled. After a while the novelty of escaping the Goldcloaks attention wore out and he tried other targets like sneaking up on the cut purses and street whores. That proved slightly harder but little to no one noticed. Brandon frowned he seemed to be making much less noise than he used to. Could he unconsciously use magic to thwart some of the sound? He would have to think of it later.
He saw Patrek marching with some of the King’s Men down to the slums and was about to follow them. Patrek however saw him and a slight twitch of his lips could be seen, Brandon smiled back and Patrek gave a slight nod. Oh well, he would at least see how many King’s Men could spot him. As he later found out as he arrived at the fight no one did. Patrek seemed to have things well in hand so he decided to leave. He saw one of the gang members enter a building and decided to follow as stealthily as he could. The criminal went up some creaking stairs, and now Brandon really did consider the fact that he used magic to lessen the sound as they did not creak under his steps. The man was leaning out of the window with a crossbow trained at the King’s Men. Brandon didn’t want to have anything of that and so unsheathed his sword, Quickstrike, and plunged it into the heart of the man. The sword seemed to pulse red flames then the colours were gone five heartbeats later. His sword had seemed to only be plunged into hearts lately, he sighed and went back to the Bronzehall.
Brandon sat in the Bronzehall with a ton of letters in front of him. All sort of information was in his reach, and now he only had to sort out all the useful ones. A Dornish noble woman was in Braavos, most likely Tristeza Martell, no one had as much as seen the assassinations when the armies were fighting down south, apparently the assassins were from Dorne. At least they made people believe they were from Dorne. Why would they use Dornish weapons and leave them around when no one even saw something suspicious? It screamed, “Take revenge on the Dornish smallfolk for the assassinations” which didn’t make sense to Brandon at all.
Brandon then remembered earlier that day. The business with Dacey, the mistress of Avalon had gone well indeed. Sharing some information for other information, and maybe some other things on the side. He didn’t know how much he could trust her; whores are known to be deceptive. They must be the way they fake their pleasure in bed. A message from his friend Reret Nekna caught his eye. “A Targaryen holding court in Braavos, gathering support from lords to conquer Westeros,” Brandon groaned. That would be another war that he wouldn’t want to see. Westeros was ravaged enough by the war in Dorne, and now another possible army could try to invade. People would have to be notified.
Result:
Brandon increase stealth towards master
Brandon increase espionage to noteworthy
He saw Patrek marching with some of the King’s Men down to the slums and was about to follow them. Patrek however saw him and a slight twitch of his lips could be seen, Brandon smiled back and Patrek gave a slight nod. Oh well, he would at least see how many King’s Men could spot him. As he later found out as he arrived at the fight no one did. Patrek seemed to have things well in hand so he decided to leave. He saw one of the gang members enter a building and decided to follow as stealthily as he could. The criminal went up some creaking stairs, and now Brandon really did consider the fact that he used magic to lessen the sound as they did not creak under his steps. The man was leaning out of the window with a crossbow trained at the King’s Men. Brandon didn’t want to have anything of that and so unsheathed his sword, Quickstrike, and plunged it into the heart of the man. The sword seemed to pulse red flames then the colours were gone five heartbeats later. His sword had seemed to only be plunged into hearts lately, he sighed and went back to the Bronzehall.
Brandon sat in the Bronzehall with a ton of letters in front of him. All sort of information was in his reach, and now he only had to sort out all the useful ones. A Dornish noble woman was in Braavos, most likely Tristeza Martell, no one had as much as seen the assassinations when the armies were fighting down south, apparently the assassins were from Dorne. At least they made people believe they were from Dorne. Why would they use Dornish weapons and leave them around when no one even saw something suspicious? It screamed, “Take revenge on the Dornish smallfolk for the assassinations” which didn’t make sense to Brandon at all.
Brandon then remembered earlier that day. The business with Dacey, the mistress of Avalon had gone well indeed. Sharing some information for other information, and maybe some other things on the side. He didn’t know how much he could trust her; whores are known to be deceptive. They must be the way they fake their pleasure in bed. A message from his friend Reret Nekna caught his eye. “A Targaryen holding court in Braavos, gathering support from lords to conquer Westeros,” Brandon groaned. That would be another war that he wouldn’t want to see. Westeros was ravaged enough by the war in Dorne, and now another possible army could try to invade. People would have to be notified.
Result:
Brandon increase stealth towards master
Brandon increase espionage to noteworthy