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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Feb 10, 2009 8:30:22 GMT -5
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A white haired man with a black eye patch over his left eye arrives at the gate to the Master of Laws House. He announces his name as Igor Conklyn and that he represents Septon Tomas Benedict, who with all appologies could not immediately attend Lord Royce's summons.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Feb 10, 2009 12:01:06 GMT -5
Conklyn was sent in to Brynden. Brynden had not planned to meet the septon's servant, but shrugged and asked him, "I hear Septon Tomas is planning to lead an investigation of these horrific murders in the crownlands. It is very brave of him, but I wanted to ask him exactly how he plans to go about it. I have already made it known in the crownlands that whoever can give information about the murderers will be rewarded with a fat purse, but I do not think that will be enough to help Septon Tomas." Igor paused he had not expected Bryden to attack with such ferocity and the immediate onslaught of words numbed him. After taking a moment to collect himself he began with the statement he had prepared in his head on the ride over. "Master of Laws. . . Septon Tomas apologizes for not coming himself but there was urgent business the most devout are discussing with the High Septon and he was not certain when that would break. I am Igor Conklyn and I will be serving as the Septon's eyes on this investigation," Igor fidgeted with his eye patch as he realized the irony in his statement and then continued. "Septon Tomas did not mean to criticize or interfere with your own investigation, but as this crime is not entirely temporal in nature, he felt it necessary that the Faith be involved." |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 10, 2009 13:46:24 GMT -5
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With retainers in tow Owen arrives at Lord Brynden's house, seeking an audience. He wears a gown of red, black and white, and the badge of his office is worn about a silver necklace on his neck. Patiently he waits for Royce to admit him.
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Post by Flex on Feb 11, 2009 8:11:49 GMT -5
Brynden smiled at the memory. He had not been there that day, but everyone in the family knew of it: Rodrick had thrown rocks at Uncle Darien's horse, and Selyse had taken the rocks and thrown them back at Rodrick's head. "Between you and me, it was wise of you to stay home, and tend to your lands," Brynden said quietly. "You weathered the storms within Stonedance's walls, while all around the realm seethed with rebellion. But now there is stability - you are right. In fact, uncle, I could not imagine a better time for you to leave your castle and come to King's Landing." "The storm that was the rebellion hardly spread through to my attentions." Darien said, sounding apologetic. "Perhaps I should have been there, but I wasn't, and if anyone faults me for my deeds then I give them all the right to do so. But I have come to help, in any way that is possible." |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:08:46 GMT -5
"Thanks be to you, Brynden", Owen said as he seated himself. "I hear that your family is growing strong. I'm happy to hear of this", he said smiling at the elder man.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:33:19 GMT -5
Owen's face tightened. "He has taken the summer fever...but the maester says he will recover quickly", Owen said, offering consolation. "He is a strong man. None of us doubt the maester's words."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:40:00 GMT -5
"In the months since my father's sickness started I have felt an obligation to provide for my siblings and I. I am hoping to find brides for Raymund and myself, and a good husband for dear Annelise."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 23:27:24 GMT -5
"I hoped to, but I'm not limiting myself from making new friends outside the Vale. Do you have any relations that you think I'd take to my liking?". He laughed with a tinge of nervousness.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Feb 12, 2009 8:22:15 GMT -5
"Of course, Conklyn, and I agree. The Great Sept has every right to be concerned when holy men are attacked. I am concerned, however, of the septon's safety. If holy men are being targeted, it is dangerous for him to go into the crownlands just now. I will have to insist on having soldiers accompanying him, and two wolfhounds to keep guard and set on the hunt if necessary." Conklyn smiles, realizing that Bryden missed what he was saying before, "Septon Benedict appreciates your concern for him, and we will gladly welcome your support, though I must be forthright, Septon Tomas has no intention of trouncing through the countryside, thats why he's got fellows like me." Igor fiddles with his eye patch again. "May not be a bad idea though to increase the Gold Cloak patrols around the Septs in King Landing though. . . whoever did this obviously has significant resources wouldn't want the capital thrown into a panic," Igor scratches an itch under his armor. "Anyways. . . thank you Lord Royce for the offer of your men if your still interested in them accompanying me please have them form up in the courtyard outside the Great Sept, although I'd like the numbers down. Large parties tend to suppress the discovery of evidence." Igor looks to see if the Master of Laws has anything else for him. |
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Post by Flex on Feb 12, 2009 8:43:57 GMT -5
"My dear uncle, nobody faults you for it, least of all me," Brynden said warmly. He took a swig of freshly squeezed orange juice to wash down the eggs and bacon. "I'm glad that you stayed out of the war. You are the last of my mother's generation of Royces - you have been there for me since I was a little boy. I could not bear for you or your family to get hurt." "Then I will try keeping out of any affairs that could prove my demise." Darien replied, finishing his food. "Although that might be a part of trying to help fix whatever needs fixing." |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 12, 2009 11:11:06 GMT -5
Brynden looked at him consideringly. "Most of my kinswomen seem spoken for," he said thoughtfully, thinking of Allyria Lannister and Aranya Greenstone. "Though Uncle Darien has other daughters - they are a bit young, but if they are anything like their mother, each one would will be a lively handful and an honorable wife. You should speak to my uncle." "As you say, Lord Royce. I'll be quick to his house. Thanks be to you." |
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Feb 13, 2009 9:01:19 GMT -5
Brynden looked relieved as he understood. "Ah, well if you are to be the septon's man in the crownlands, then I have less cause to worry. I agree, secrecy is important- therefore, I will only send two men with you, who will wear no arms and will look like mere sellswords, as your protection." "Very well I accept them gladly," Igor says before bowing his head in respect, "May the Crone light your way, Lord Royce in these dark and troubling times." |
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Post by Flex on Feb 13, 2009 12:17:08 GMT -5
"You know that I always value your counsel, as does my sister and Wulf," Brynden said. "By the way, eat some more. You've hardly had anything." A servant came forward and heaped quail eggs, rashers of bacon, and blood sausages onto Darien's plate. A maid came out of the kitchen with a basket of warm bread rolls and a crock of freshly churned butter, and Blair directed for Darien to be served first, and then Brynden, and then herself. "I'm curious to hear your opinion, uncle," Brynden said, spreading generous amounts of butter on his sliced roll. "What do you think needs fixing the most? I agree, much needs to be fixed." Blair had finished eating. "I will leave you to discuss these important matters," she said, rising with a smile. "Please excuse me." Brynden barely looked at her, but managed a brief nod before she curtsied and withdrew. Darien almost cringed when he saw the amount of food that was shoveled onto his plate, but he decided politeness was apt and so he ate a great deal. "Well, from what you have said I get one particular idea on what could be fixed." He drank a little orange juice. "I think the people should be made to respect their King, not fear him. I would be one of the last to proclaim Rodrick a tyrant, but I have the distinct impression that it will turn out that way, for better or worse." He chewed down on a piece of bacon. "Perhaps a few acts of just kindness?" |
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Post by Flex on Feb 14, 2009 7:26:42 GMT -5
"It is not something we will have to think of now." Darien said, taking another sip of orange juice. "It's more of a direction. The greatest things have been thought on for long stretches of time before they entered the world of existence." He scowled at himself then... when did I become so philosophical?
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Hope you all are well and happy.