Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2007 11:41:00 GMT -5
After hearing of the slaughter of the Kingsgaurd and members of the small council, Ser Breyn Royce saw opportunity, as the vacant posts of the small council could be used to his advantage. With great speed, knowing the other houses would be soon to act, he rushed to the chambers of his traveling companion for nigh on five years, the mysterious man simply known to others as the Braavosi.
Much like Ser Breyn, the Braavosi was non-descript, expect for his eyes, grey and cold. Ser Breyn walked into the Braavosi’s room and asked “Have you heard the news?” With a slight nod, the Braavosi replied in his gravelly voice, “I hear certain council members met an accident on the road. Its tragic how life can be taken away so suddenly. Sad really.” “It is, isn’t it? The road can be a dangerous place” smiled Ser Breyn, “and now positions certain families had a death grip on have loosened up. My drunken sot of a brother travels even now to join the Kingsgaurd, seeing honor and glory on the horizon, what a fool. At least I won’t have to worry about him threatening my birthright.”
Ser Breyn beckoned the Braavosi to come closer and whispered in his ear, “Our opportunity has arrived. The small council is in shambles. You must travel to King’s Landing with my letter of introduction, and take advantage of the situation. Tell no one of your true purpose, not even my family. Be careful, as the great houses have already begun to jockey for position. Beware the Lannisters especially. Try to become friendly with them. Play on their fears of Highgarden’s strength, and imply a possible alliance between our two houses. Don’t kill anyone unless you absolutely have to.” With a nod, the Braavosi began to ready for his journey. At dawn, he rode for King’s Landing with Ser Breyn’s letter safely tucked away in his haversack.
The letter read thus: From Ser Breyn Royce, heir to Runestone, to Lord Michael Dondarrion, Hand of the King. My Lord Dondarrion, I write this letter to you in response to the tragedy that has occurred recently. I mourn with you for the loss of true heroes of the kingdom, and assure you that this shameful deed will not go unpunished. Living in the Vale, we Royces have had many negative experiences with vile bandits, and if there is anything I can do to help, do not hesitate to ask. I have heard certain rumors which I hazard to put forth, as if they are true, the consequences would be disastrous for the Kingdom, but my sense of honor demands that I tell you. There is talk that the Lannisters and Tyrells hired the bandits that killed your small council. I almost cannot believe it, as I only have the greatest respect for both the noble Lannisters and the glorious Tyrells, but these rumors have a hint of truth in them. Know this; if you and our Lord King Baratheon decide to punish these two houses, you will have the backing of Runestone. I believe I and my father are of a like mind in this.
Now we are faced with a crisis that needs speedy resolve or chaos may ensue. The man who brings this letter, known as the Braavosi, is the very definition of competent. In my travels, I have met no one more reliable. Over the course of his life, he has developed a relationship with several prominent foreign merchants and has many connections within the Iron Bank of Braavos. I believe these qualifications make him the ideal candidate to fill the now vacant position of Master of Coins, and I beg my Lord Hand that you consider him. If you would grant my request, I would forever be in your debt.
As Ser Breyn watched his friend ride away, he thought back to his youth, and the tumble from his horse that cost him an eye and nearly his life. Just a such a singular event had would have a dramatic effect on his life, so too this localized event would effect the entire world. The Braavosi must succeed.
Much like Ser Breyn, the Braavosi was non-descript, expect for his eyes, grey and cold. Ser Breyn walked into the Braavosi’s room and asked “Have you heard the news?” With a slight nod, the Braavosi replied in his gravelly voice, “I hear certain council members met an accident on the road. Its tragic how life can be taken away so suddenly. Sad really.” “It is, isn’t it? The road can be a dangerous place” smiled Ser Breyn, “and now positions certain families had a death grip on have loosened up. My drunken sot of a brother travels even now to join the Kingsgaurd, seeing honor and glory on the horizon, what a fool. At least I won’t have to worry about him threatening my birthright.”
Ser Breyn beckoned the Braavosi to come closer and whispered in his ear, “Our opportunity has arrived. The small council is in shambles. You must travel to King’s Landing with my letter of introduction, and take advantage of the situation. Tell no one of your true purpose, not even my family. Be careful, as the great houses have already begun to jockey for position. Beware the Lannisters especially. Try to become friendly with them. Play on their fears of Highgarden’s strength, and imply a possible alliance between our two houses. Don’t kill anyone unless you absolutely have to.” With a nod, the Braavosi began to ready for his journey. At dawn, he rode for King’s Landing with Ser Breyn’s letter safely tucked away in his haversack.
The letter read thus: From Ser Breyn Royce, heir to Runestone, to Lord Michael Dondarrion, Hand of the King. My Lord Dondarrion, I write this letter to you in response to the tragedy that has occurred recently. I mourn with you for the loss of true heroes of the kingdom, and assure you that this shameful deed will not go unpunished. Living in the Vale, we Royces have had many negative experiences with vile bandits, and if there is anything I can do to help, do not hesitate to ask. I have heard certain rumors which I hazard to put forth, as if they are true, the consequences would be disastrous for the Kingdom, but my sense of honor demands that I tell you. There is talk that the Lannisters and Tyrells hired the bandits that killed your small council. I almost cannot believe it, as I only have the greatest respect for both the noble Lannisters and the glorious Tyrells, but these rumors have a hint of truth in them. Know this; if you and our Lord King Baratheon decide to punish these two houses, you will have the backing of Runestone. I believe I and my father are of a like mind in this.
Now we are faced with a crisis that needs speedy resolve or chaos may ensue. The man who brings this letter, known as the Braavosi, is the very definition of competent. In my travels, I have met no one more reliable. Over the course of his life, he has developed a relationship with several prominent foreign merchants and has many connections within the Iron Bank of Braavos. I believe these qualifications make him the ideal candidate to fill the now vacant position of Master of Coins, and I beg my Lord Hand that you consider him. If you would grant my request, I would forever be in your debt.
As Ser Breyn watched his friend ride away, he thought back to his youth, and the tumble from his horse that cost him an eye and nearly his life. Just a such a singular event had would have a dramatic effect on his life, so too this localized event would effect the entire world. The Braavosi must succeed.
Hope you all are well and happy.