Post by The Smith on Apr 19, 2008 0:19:21 GMT -5
Tristeza was not invited to take part in a matters of the state, though she was occasionally asked to make appearances at frivolous functions or gallas; Sergyo Delinal was a vain man, who took great pride in flaunting the fact that a former Princess of Dorne had now been reduced to his service. Though she was occasionally sent to fetch wine, or food for visitors to the Braavosi palace, she passed a majority of the time she spent at such functions idling quietly next to or slightly behind the Sealord.
Security around the palace was increased when Tristeza made public appearances, for though Lord Delinal was a cruel, and selfish man, his word was good, and as she had abided by her half of their contract, so he did all he could to keep her safe, as part of his decided obligation.
On one particular such occasion, representatives from the other free cities, and some from Westeros, mingled together, discussing current events and politics; the general conversation involved Dorne more than Tristeza would have liked, and she did her best to ignore the off-handed remarks many made at the expense of her former Kingdom. She often kept her eyes downcast, though when she turned them upward towards company, to greet them, or respond to a question or remark directed towards her, her eyes, were vacant, and a color green more sickly, and less vibrant than they ought to have been.
She considered the attetendees with complete indifference most days, unless they did something to alter her perception of them, either for better or for worse.
As the galla wound down, visitors departed in large groups; eight men from Myr were among the last to go, before the Sealord announced that he would retire for the night. As he ventured towards the doorway, one of the Sixty Three men in whom Sergyo had complete confidence, and trust, requested a moment of his time, in private. The Sealord was generally a most suspicious man, though he was perhaps slightly over-trusting with regards to his Sixty Three closest courtiers, and he constented readily, leading them both to ajourn to a small parlor near the larger room they had just left. Neither commented on Tristeza's accompanying them, and so, she stood immediately outside the door, before the Sealord made a momentary reapparance in the doorframe, and gestured for her to follow--apparently, his friend had requested she attend too.
Though she found this remarkably odd, Lord Delinal seemed to find little suspicius about it, and seated himself comfortably in a low, plush chair, while his friend towered near a large hearth, and Tristeza stood quietly behind him, tense, for she had never been invited to partake in such a meeting, nor did she see any reason why this man would request her presence.
As they discussed the Braavosi trade-market, over which, this stranger apparently presided in some manner, Tristeza did not take her eyes from him, shadowed, though her gaze might have been in the low fire-light. As the moments ticked by, she began to create conspiracies in her mind; reasons why this man would have asked for her to join their conversation. Sergyo trusted him thoroughly, that much was apparent, but Tristeza trusted neither, and a constant sense of unease became a more distinguished sense of paranoia as she stood, becoming increasingly more anxious about her precence there.
He was bribed to kill me by someone in the Westerosi government... she thought,
They are working together to dispose of me, so that there will be no struggle, no screams, no trace of me when I have gone...
He is going to kill Delinal...he knew if I were waiting outside, I would raise an alarm, when he--
Tristeza was distracted from her sundry theories as the Sealord stood up from his seat, and his friend approached him to shake hands; apparently their meeting had ended. As her paranoia began to momentarily ebb, she took a step forward, towards the door, and consequently, towards the Sealord, who happened to be in her direct path to the door, as she drew even with him, and as their bodies were less than inches apart, the 'friends' hands became visible to her, formerly blocked by Delinal's body. His right hand reached for Sergyo's to shake, but his left reached into his pocket, as the two men's eyes were locked, Sergyo's in good humor, and the stranger's in a barely present, well-suppressed intensity.
Tristeza touched the dagger upon her left him, for she was left handed, and that was the hand closest to the pair, as she saw his hand enter his pocket. When the hilt of a knife emerged, slowly at first, she acted immediately, lifting her dagger from her side, and embedding it deeply into the man's side. When he became weak with shock, and with pain, she pushed him to the ground, and withdrew the knife, from it's non-fatal entry point, and held it against his throaght.
While she held the bleeding man to the ground, she pulled the knife both from his pocket, and his hand, which had grown limp, and slid it on the floor towards Delinal, demonstrating her reason for striking against the man the Sealord trusted.
She bent her head over his face and seethed angrily, "Who sent you?" he struggled against her, saying nothing, and as Sergyo Delinal tried to pry her away from the floored man, thinking she had simply gone insane, Tristeza plunged the dagger into his throaght, and came away, with the angry efforts of Lord Delinal.
As he brought back a hand to strike her, the man upon the floor fell softly into death, and his form reverted to that of another man all-together. He was a faceless-man. Whether he had been sent to kill he, or she, or both, she did not know, but whomever the target had been, they both would have died if he had succeeded. That much was evident.
The Sealord dropped his hand as he beheld with anger and concern the body of a man he did not in fact know.
Results: Tristeza improves towards Grand Master Daggerwork.
Security around the palace was increased when Tristeza made public appearances, for though Lord Delinal was a cruel, and selfish man, his word was good, and as she had abided by her half of their contract, so he did all he could to keep her safe, as part of his decided obligation.
On one particular such occasion, representatives from the other free cities, and some from Westeros, mingled together, discussing current events and politics; the general conversation involved Dorne more than Tristeza would have liked, and she did her best to ignore the off-handed remarks many made at the expense of her former Kingdom. She often kept her eyes downcast, though when she turned them upward towards company, to greet them, or respond to a question or remark directed towards her, her eyes, were vacant, and a color green more sickly, and less vibrant than they ought to have been.
She considered the attetendees with complete indifference most days, unless they did something to alter her perception of them, either for better or for worse.
As the galla wound down, visitors departed in large groups; eight men from Myr were among the last to go, before the Sealord announced that he would retire for the night. As he ventured towards the doorway, one of the Sixty Three men in whom Sergyo had complete confidence, and trust, requested a moment of his time, in private. The Sealord was generally a most suspicious man, though he was perhaps slightly over-trusting with regards to his Sixty Three closest courtiers, and he constented readily, leading them both to ajourn to a small parlor near the larger room they had just left. Neither commented on Tristeza's accompanying them, and so, she stood immediately outside the door, before the Sealord made a momentary reapparance in the doorframe, and gestured for her to follow--apparently, his friend had requested she attend too.
Though she found this remarkably odd, Lord Delinal seemed to find little suspicius about it, and seated himself comfortably in a low, plush chair, while his friend towered near a large hearth, and Tristeza stood quietly behind him, tense, for she had never been invited to partake in such a meeting, nor did she see any reason why this man would request her presence.
As they discussed the Braavosi trade-market, over which, this stranger apparently presided in some manner, Tristeza did not take her eyes from him, shadowed, though her gaze might have been in the low fire-light. As the moments ticked by, she began to create conspiracies in her mind; reasons why this man would have asked for her to join their conversation. Sergyo trusted him thoroughly, that much was apparent, but Tristeza trusted neither, and a constant sense of unease became a more distinguished sense of paranoia as she stood, becoming increasingly more anxious about her precence there.
He was bribed to kill me by someone in the Westerosi government... she thought,
They are working together to dispose of me, so that there will be no struggle, no screams, no trace of me when I have gone...
He is going to kill Delinal...he knew if I were waiting outside, I would raise an alarm, when he--
Tristeza was distracted from her sundry theories as the Sealord stood up from his seat, and his friend approached him to shake hands; apparently their meeting had ended. As her paranoia began to momentarily ebb, she took a step forward, towards the door, and consequently, towards the Sealord, who happened to be in her direct path to the door, as she drew even with him, and as their bodies were less than inches apart, the 'friends' hands became visible to her, formerly blocked by Delinal's body. His right hand reached for Sergyo's to shake, but his left reached into his pocket, as the two men's eyes were locked, Sergyo's in good humor, and the stranger's in a barely present, well-suppressed intensity.
Tristeza touched the dagger upon her left him, for she was left handed, and that was the hand closest to the pair, as she saw his hand enter his pocket. When the hilt of a knife emerged, slowly at first, she acted immediately, lifting her dagger from her side, and embedding it deeply into the man's side. When he became weak with shock, and with pain, she pushed him to the ground, and withdrew the knife, from it's non-fatal entry point, and held it against his throaght.
While she held the bleeding man to the ground, she pulled the knife both from his pocket, and his hand, which had grown limp, and slid it on the floor towards Delinal, demonstrating her reason for striking against the man the Sealord trusted.
She bent her head over his face and seethed angrily, "Who sent you?" he struggled against her, saying nothing, and as Sergyo Delinal tried to pry her away from the floored man, thinking she had simply gone insane, Tristeza plunged the dagger into his throaght, and came away, with the angry efforts of Lord Delinal.
As he brought back a hand to strike her, the man upon the floor fell softly into death, and his form reverted to that of another man all-together. He was a faceless-man. Whether he had been sent to kill he, or she, or both, she did not know, but whomever the target had been, they both would have died if he had succeeded. That much was evident.
The Sealord dropped his hand as he beheld with anger and concern the body of a man he did not in fact know.
Results: Tristeza improves towards Grand Master Daggerwork.