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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 9, 2017 21:28:23 GMT
Ethan had settled comfortably in the raucous encampment of the poorer folk, taking to the gambling tables and keeping his ears open for juicy gossip to be heard from the roustabouts. The cold air kept him bundled in his furs, but with so many people gathering in an era of political uncertainty, spies and worse were likely to be rife with intrigue.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 18:40:17 GMT
Septon Jared walked around the encampment with a cup of hot spiced wine in hand. He enjoyed simply watching what other people were doing. After a moment, he spotted Ethan.
"Greetings," he said. "What do you make of all this? Seems like trouble waiting to happen, but I do hope not."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 18:46:20 GMT
"Septon," Ethan said in his laconic tone. "Men are trouble," he agreed, surveying the scene about him, the clutter, the chaos. He loved it, personally. Where entropy reigned his like could thrive. "All the nobles playing friends while plotting each others' demises. Ive missed it," he said.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 18:54:16 GMT
"I'll steer clear of the plotting, myself, but I do enjoy the festivities," Jared admitted. "I'm probably a piss poor excuse for a septon, but I always liked noise and action better than quiet and contemplation. I still do. And Harrenhal is so bloody big it can be eerie at times. Having more people around, even outside the castle itself, makes it feel more welcoming."
He took a sip of his wine. "I'd sooner be out here than with the nobles, though I'll have to play the dutiful septon soon enough. Here at least a man needn't worry about the politics."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 19:14:03 GMT
"Politics is everywhere, even among us minnows be low the fish," Ethan said. "Ive always thought a man'd be more holy if he was out suffering like the rest of us, not eating off silver platters. Can't convince a man you don't understand of the rightness of your ways." He licked a drop of wine off his fingers. "If youre scared of ghosts....you haven't been around men like us enough."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 19:28:50 GMT
Jared grinned. "I'm not scared of ghosts, I simply find Harrenhal rather....strange. I have never known its like before. There are no other castles to match it, I'm sure. Though I certainly don't believe the place is cursed."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 19:38:57 GMT
"I'll be honest, Septon," Ethan said. "This castle is cursed by circumstance even if not in fact. Every Blackfort ever spawned couldn't defend this monstrosity if it came under siege." He shook his head. "So, then, what do you make of this...gathering?" He asked. "This mass of humanity setting off your desire to proselytize?'
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 19:46:31 GMT
"Not really. I told you, I'm a poor excuse for a septon." Jared winked. "I perform my duties as best I can but I don't preach at people, not like some of my kind. I'm not some fool who sits in a tower reading sermons all day long without understanding a thing about how real people live. Men are flawed by nature, my friend. My job is to guide them towards love of the gods, not turn them into Baelor the Blessed come to life again."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 20:03:25 GMT
"That's fortunate," Ethan said offhandedly. "Failure would weigh you down hard, then." He stroked his chin. "So do you ever...encourage the flock to reveal their more...venal sins to you in an intimate setting?"
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 20:12:13 GMT
"I offer the services of a confessor when they are required, but it's for my flock to decide whether they need that particular service,. I would never press anyone to speak if they would prefer not to. Many septons scorn those who fail to live up to certain ideals, I try to avoid doing so. I'm well aware of the weakness of mankind, and the temptations we each face. If that makes me a bad septon, so be it. I had rather the people come willing to my sermons, than out of fear," Jared explained. "If you have sins to confess, my friend, I can make the necessary arrangements."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 20:30:39 GMT
"Do you have a bucket, septon?" Ethan asked. "For the contents of your stomach would empty were I to reveal the depths of my...depravity. The gods don't need me to tell them what they can see plain as day, do they?" He smirked. "It is a good thing you have going, though. Have all this information on everyone's little problems, and..." he waved a hand, "well, knowledge is power, they say."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 20:40:17 GMT
A smile flashed across Jared's face.
"And what use would I have for such power? I'm a simple man with simple needs. A good meal, a strong drink, a warm bed and a good fight now and the chance to do the gods' work in my own small way. I need nothing else. I've no need of riches and I don't plan to join the Most Devout, nor do I wish to play the game of thrones. But thank you for warning me not to tell you any of my own secrets."
He smiled again, to show that he was jesting. Mostly.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 20:44:28 GMT
"That is a wise idea," Ethan agreed. "I always found it useful in war, torturing the septons. All that knowledge...it's how we took a castle around Duskendale once. Find out the local knight's daughter liked to meet her lover in a grove away from the castle...six drops of blood for a castle, seems cheap, somehow."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jan 11, 2017 20:55:22 GMT
Jared's grin quickly vanished.
"I suppose, but I would prefer you not to torture septons at all. I would recommend doing penance for such crimes. Many holy men are not without sin, of course, but it is a great crime to harm a septon. And I would be remiss in my duties if I did not recommend some form of repentance."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jan 11, 2017 20:56:49 GMT
"Very well," Ethan said, "I shall torture five unbelievers to make up for it." He arched an eyebrow. "Unless you have a better idea?"
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