Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 10:24:03 GMT -5
Barris laughed much too loudly at something Prince Aellion had said. The Targaryen man had made another jest relating to whores, and the entire table was chuckling loudly despite its obvious lack of humor. We are all sheep, following a mad shepherd, Barris thought. Sipping his wine, he watched Daemon Blackfyre, a young man of fifteen years. That man has more promise than this "prince". The prince is utterly mad. Thank the Seven for Robert's Rebellion, and that was he foolish enough to even try it. It was not hard for Barris to sit here and pretend to be enamored with Aellion, and all of their splendor; he was a born actor. He did feel guilty from time to time, thinking of little Rickon back on his throne. I have yet to meet you Rickon, yet I put my life on the line for you every day. Somebody has to. Might as well be me, a useless third son.
They continued to eat and drink late into the night, celebrating the "liberation" of Westeros. Finally, the Prince passed out drunk and the guests were ushered out of the door. Barris left to return to his townhouse, on the other side of Braavos. Walking through the streets, he was wary. Just two weeks ago upon his arrival in the city, he had gotten lost one night and had to slay three men to save his own life. He still carried his throwing daggers, poisoned, and his longsword.
The night was dark and as he traveled through the city, and he did not head directly for his home. Instead, he veered off towards the whore houses and taverns. I hope the man is still here. Barris had been drinking in the bar with two of his men the previous day, when he noticed a man in the corner. As he left, the man bumped into him. After angrily yelling at him, Barris realized he now held a note in his hand. To the usual person, it would appear like scribble; to Barris it said simply, "Report Tomorrow, Friend".
As Barris entered the bar, he scanned the room but saw no sign of the man but thought he may be in disguise. Barris was. On his way to the tavern, he had pulled his hair back into a foreign fashion, and taken off his outer cloak to reveal a bright, flamboyant shirt that Braavosi sometimes wear. Nobody would recognize the Westerosi man in this dark tavern.
Barris ordered an ale and drank it slowly and casually as he scanned for any signs. Suddenly a man appeared out of the shadows of the corners, unseen until now. Walking up to the bartender, he held a single coin in his hand. Before he got to the bar, however, he dropped it. Cursing, he picked it up again, before once again letting it slip through his fingers. He smiled and then picked it up once more, but yet again it fell. Apologizing at length, he finally handed the woman the coin, and then embarrassed, left the bar. Barris was about to dismiss him as a drunk, before he suddenly remembered. A thrice dropped coin with a curse and an apology. A sure sign of a friend.
Casually, Barris yawned. "I'm out for the night, too." He slapped down a coin and left. Entering the cold, he looked right and then left but saw no sign. Shrugging, he headed left, towards his quarters. The streets were empty. Suddenly someone yanked his arm out of the shadows and pulled him down into an alley. Going for his sword, Barris drew it and held it to the throat of his attacker. "I should kill you now, bastard!" He moved closer to the man, and then shoved him to the ground. "Next time I will." He left and went home, nobody taking him as Barris Redwyne. He fixed his hair and shrugged out of his Braavosi shirt, revealing a normal shirt, before he returned back at home. Nobody suspected a thing.
Back in the alley, the fallen man rose, and realized he had a note in hand. He went back to his small quarters and read it. It looked like a non-intelligent mess, but to his trained eye, it distinctly said:
The new Dragon Prince is mad, another Aerys. Can't let him or his brother gain power. Claims to have Dragons, too, although young ones. Let me know if I have any further orders.
Results:
Barris improves to expert espionage.
Barris improves to novice disguise.
Barris reports to the network and is expecting orders soon.
They continued to eat and drink late into the night, celebrating the "liberation" of Westeros. Finally, the Prince passed out drunk and the guests were ushered out of the door. Barris left to return to his townhouse, on the other side of Braavos. Walking through the streets, he was wary. Just two weeks ago upon his arrival in the city, he had gotten lost one night and had to slay three men to save his own life. He still carried his throwing daggers, poisoned, and his longsword.
The night was dark and as he traveled through the city, and he did not head directly for his home. Instead, he veered off towards the whore houses and taverns. I hope the man is still here. Barris had been drinking in the bar with two of his men the previous day, when he noticed a man in the corner. As he left, the man bumped into him. After angrily yelling at him, Barris realized he now held a note in his hand. To the usual person, it would appear like scribble; to Barris it said simply, "Report Tomorrow, Friend".
As Barris entered the bar, he scanned the room but saw no sign of the man but thought he may be in disguise. Barris was. On his way to the tavern, he had pulled his hair back into a foreign fashion, and taken off his outer cloak to reveal a bright, flamboyant shirt that Braavosi sometimes wear. Nobody would recognize the Westerosi man in this dark tavern.
Barris ordered an ale and drank it slowly and casually as he scanned for any signs. Suddenly a man appeared out of the shadows of the corners, unseen until now. Walking up to the bartender, he held a single coin in his hand. Before he got to the bar, however, he dropped it. Cursing, he picked it up again, before once again letting it slip through his fingers. He smiled and then picked it up once more, but yet again it fell. Apologizing at length, he finally handed the woman the coin, and then embarrassed, left the bar. Barris was about to dismiss him as a drunk, before he suddenly remembered. A thrice dropped coin with a curse and an apology. A sure sign of a friend.
Casually, Barris yawned. "I'm out for the night, too." He slapped down a coin and left. Entering the cold, he looked right and then left but saw no sign. Shrugging, he headed left, towards his quarters. The streets were empty. Suddenly someone yanked his arm out of the shadows and pulled him down into an alley. Going for his sword, Barris drew it and held it to the throat of his attacker. "I should kill you now, bastard!" He moved closer to the man, and then shoved him to the ground. "Next time I will." He left and went home, nobody taking him as Barris Redwyne. He fixed his hair and shrugged out of his Braavosi shirt, revealing a normal shirt, before he returned back at home. Nobody suspected a thing.
Back in the alley, the fallen man rose, and realized he had a note in hand. He went back to his small quarters and read it. It looked like a non-intelligent mess, but to his trained eye, it distinctly said:
The new Dragon Prince is mad, another Aerys. Can't let him or his brother gain power. Claims to have Dragons, too, although young ones. Let me know if I have any further orders.
Results:
Barris improves to expert espionage.
Barris improves to novice disguise.
Barris reports to the network and is expecting orders soon.