Post by Horas on Nov 20, 2008 18:53:15 GMT -5
Wencel had put a lot of thought into this mission. He’d spent years brooding over how to retrieve Blackmont for his wife’s family and thanks to Lord Horas; the opportunity had at last arrived to right some old wrongs.
Lord Jeorg Estermont had been given the lands of Blackmont after the dornish revolt, and had been vastly over promoted in Wencel’s mind. A landless knight blessed with a strong sword arm and a small petty mind, he had terrorised his new subjects for the best part of 15 years since his lordship and age had done nothing to mellow his waspish nature. All that had only played into Wencel’s plan. He had no intention of granting the man a honourable end in combat or to drag this matter out any longer than necessary. Luckily Lord Estermont was a man of large appetites and consumed a great deal of wine, usually delivered monthly from his contacts in the Mander. Dornish wine was not to his taste apparently but he had forgotten the lessons of Sunspear. Unlikely for him, Wencel was a student of history and was keen to remind him.
He had spent a few weeks making discreet enquiries as to the source of Lord Estermont’s wine supply and the man was a creature of habit, always relying on the same merchant to deliver his consignment. Once he had determined that, it was child’s play for Wencel to break into the merchant’s warehouse and poison his entire stock as his men kept watch. This was a very indiscriminate action of course, but Wencel was not a heartless monster and ensured that any casks that left the warehouse prior to Lord Estermont’s were followed and their owners were offered recompense and replacement. He also arranged for an 'accident' to befall the warehouse afterwards and it was burnt to the ground.
When finally the wagons bound for Blackmont left, Wencel’s small force followed them at the distance, partly to keep them safe from banditry ironically, but also to make sure that the casks were not switched. In the end it was an uneventful passage and Wencel smiled as he saw the wagon greeted into the courtyard of Blackmont. Now all that was left, was to wait.
And wait he did as his men kept watch on the citadel. Patience did not come naturally to Wencel but he had waited for this day for years, what price another week or two? Sure enough, about 8 days later, Blackmont was a hive of activity. He gave it a few hours for the sense of panic & disorientation to build before riding down to the keep with his patrol of men, bearing a parlay flag.
He stopped well short of arrow range as nervous soldiers made for jumpy soldiers and waited for a delegation from the keep to come out and meet them. Shortly, a pair of armed men came from the keep. A master of arms and captain of the household guard Wencel judged. They stopped warily when they came close enough to talk. Before they could do so, Wencel raised a hand and said
“Lord Estermont has died, yes? A sad event I am sure, but I heard he merely choked on his food” Wencel said pointedly. “The last thing we need now is further division between ourselves. We are dornish and we stick together, yes?” he absent-mindedly began to jiggle a fat purse in plain view of the two men. It contained more money than a soldier could make in a year. “He choked,” he said more forcefully before throwing the bag at the captain. “After all, who’ll miss him” he smiled briefly. The men looked unsure but Estermont was not loved and they knew it was best to stay on the winning side if they wanted to prosper. “He choked” the captain agreed as he put the coin in his pocket.
Results:
Lord Jeorg Estermont dies of 'natural causes'
Lord Wencel Fowler takes control of Blackmont
Lord Wencel Fowler improves to Noteworthy Poison Lore
Lord Wencel Fowler improves towards Master Intrigue
Lord Jeorg Estermont had been given the lands of Blackmont after the dornish revolt, and had been vastly over promoted in Wencel’s mind. A landless knight blessed with a strong sword arm and a small petty mind, he had terrorised his new subjects for the best part of 15 years since his lordship and age had done nothing to mellow his waspish nature. All that had only played into Wencel’s plan. He had no intention of granting the man a honourable end in combat or to drag this matter out any longer than necessary. Luckily Lord Estermont was a man of large appetites and consumed a great deal of wine, usually delivered monthly from his contacts in the Mander. Dornish wine was not to his taste apparently but he had forgotten the lessons of Sunspear. Unlikely for him, Wencel was a student of history and was keen to remind him.
He had spent a few weeks making discreet enquiries as to the source of Lord Estermont’s wine supply and the man was a creature of habit, always relying on the same merchant to deliver his consignment. Once he had determined that, it was child’s play for Wencel to break into the merchant’s warehouse and poison his entire stock as his men kept watch. This was a very indiscriminate action of course, but Wencel was not a heartless monster and ensured that any casks that left the warehouse prior to Lord Estermont’s were followed and their owners were offered recompense and replacement. He also arranged for an 'accident' to befall the warehouse afterwards and it was burnt to the ground.
When finally the wagons bound for Blackmont left, Wencel’s small force followed them at the distance, partly to keep them safe from banditry ironically, but also to make sure that the casks were not switched. In the end it was an uneventful passage and Wencel smiled as he saw the wagon greeted into the courtyard of Blackmont. Now all that was left, was to wait.
And wait he did as his men kept watch on the citadel. Patience did not come naturally to Wencel but he had waited for this day for years, what price another week or two? Sure enough, about 8 days later, Blackmont was a hive of activity. He gave it a few hours for the sense of panic & disorientation to build before riding down to the keep with his patrol of men, bearing a parlay flag.
He stopped well short of arrow range as nervous soldiers made for jumpy soldiers and waited for a delegation from the keep to come out and meet them. Shortly, a pair of armed men came from the keep. A master of arms and captain of the household guard Wencel judged. They stopped warily when they came close enough to talk. Before they could do so, Wencel raised a hand and said
“Lord Estermont has died, yes? A sad event I am sure, but I heard he merely choked on his food” Wencel said pointedly. “The last thing we need now is further division between ourselves. We are dornish and we stick together, yes?” he absent-mindedly began to jiggle a fat purse in plain view of the two men. It contained more money than a soldier could make in a year. “He choked,” he said more forcefully before throwing the bag at the captain. “After all, who’ll miss him” he smiled briefly. The men looked unsure but Estermont was not loved and they knew it was best to stay on the winning side if they wanted to prosper. “He choked” the captain agreed as he put the coin in his pocket.
Results:
Lord Jeorg Estermont dies of 'natural causes'
Lord Wencel Fowler takes control of Blackmont
Lord Wencel Fowler improves to Noteworthy Poison Lore
Lord Wencel Fowler improves towards Master Intrigue