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Post by The Raven on Jun 19, 2016 15:47:48 GMT
"Consult the Mistress of Whispers before you begin your hunt. Let her know I sent you and she should be of assistance. Don't be alarmed by my sister's sense of humor. She does enjoy her sport..." His Grace smiled at an unspoken thought.
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 19, 2016 16:37:26 GMT
"Thank you, your grace. I shall do so." Richard returned to his usual position behind the king, leaving him to his notes and duties.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 9, 2016 15:05:08 GMT
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After his near death entertainment, but after learning some possibly critical information, Nyles decides to finally speak to the king about his concerns. He has tried hard to hide the extent of his injuries but he still limps a touch from his jump from the window. When the king is unbothered by more important matters, the squire clears his throat. "Your Grace?" He said tentatively, "there is much more to the attack at the Great Sept than we had been led to believe."
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Post by The Raven on Jul 9, 2016 17:04:53 GMT
His Grace had given Nyles's limp a curious look this morning, but had been too distracted by affairs of state to inquire further. The next High Septon had been selected by the Most Devout and the Small Council was debating whether a public coronation was wise. Now the King was looking at Nyles the way he looked at his children when they declare who they want to marry. That look that said 'I appreciate your value as a human being but I question your ability to even dress yourself in this moment.'.
"Do tell."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 9, 2016 21:07:17 GMT
Nyles was born into a family so insignificant even he doubted his own worth, so doubt or scorn were nothing new to him. "The mastermind of the attack is a fake septon, which isn't a surprise," he said, "but according to many I've spoken to, the Small Council has been condoning his activities; the City Watch allows him to walk the streets armed against your laws." The squire has never had a problem saying what he thinks. "I think someone you trust is funding his activities, Your Grace."
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Post by The Raven on Jul 9, 2016 22:08:39 GMT
Daemon looked at him a long time without expression before turning to a guard. "Find Lord Bittersteel and Ser Richard Blackfort. Bring them here. If Ser Richard is with my family, have a few guards take his place."
His Grace stood, walked to a sturdy cabinet, produced a key, and unlocked it. He produced a wine bottle, poured himself a cup, then another for Nyles. "Take a seat. Have a drink. It's Dornish. You will need some of that fire when my Hand hears your story." He sipped his cup, looked out the window, and silently waited for the chaos to begin.
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Post by Ser Richard on Jul 9, 2016 22:16:37 GMT
Richard comes as soon as he was able. He bows his head to the King "Your Grace. How may I be of service?" He does not at this moment think Nyles is involved.
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Post by The Raven on Jul 9, 2016 22:34:24 GMT
His Grace turned and nodded to the knight. "We're simply awaiting my brother. Your nephew has apparently been very busy the past few days. I'd offer you wine, but you're still technically on duty."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jul 9, 2016 22:39:34 GMT
He bowed in thanks for the offer, then reigned in his curiousity. For now. He waited patiently.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 9, 2016 23:10:12 GMT
Daemon looked at him a long time without expression before turning to a guard. "Find Lord Bittersteel and Ser Richard Blackfort. Bring them here. If Ser Richard is with my family, have a few guards take his place." His Grace stood, walked to a sturdy cabinet, produced a key, and unlocked it. He produced a wine bottle, poured himself a cup, then another for Nyles. "Take a seat. Have a drink. It's Dornish. You will need some of that fire when my Hand hears your story." He sipped his cup, looked out the window, and silently waited for the chaos to begin. The squire pretended to take a big gulp, but in truth despite his severity to criminals he was an austere young man and he didn't want his mind clouded with drink. He nodded at his uncle but was otherwise silent. He knew the truth of what he'd seen and needed no other prodding.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 10, 2016 4:02:48 GMT
The Lord Hand entered, Aegor looking as if someone had just taken a piss in his porridge, but that was nothing new. He offered Daemon a bow of his head, but said nothing, the kind of man that would not say two words when one would suffice and not say one word if none would work just as well. He merely stared expectantly, waiting for his summons to be explained, a critical look to each Blackfort present
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Post by The Raven on Jul 10, 2016 4:23:42 GMT
He returned the nod to his brother. "I think you'll want to hear this." He turned to his squire. "From the beginning, Nyles. Favor accuracy over brevity, if you can."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 10, 2016 11:14:31 GMT
Nyles dislikes but trusts Lord Bittersteel, and he has spent the last minutes collecting his thoughts, so when he speaks, it is in a measured, calm tone. "A week ago, when we were at the Great Sept, Myrcella Reyne, myself, my sister Alice, and her sworn sword Ser Harlan were set upon by a group of small folk," he said. "The leaders of the riot said that someone named Benjy Blue Eyes had informed them that we were highborn and deserved death." The rest was familiar enough because they had arrived during the fight so he moved on. "Lord Reyne had heard Benjy was some sort of merchant who had ignored any attempts at contact, but on the way to the funeral I had noticed a man of some repute in the area, a tanner, and I ended up having to kill him when he attacked a young girl." He paused for breath, regathering his thought,s, and continued.
"I've been noticing men with red dragons on their shirts preaching rebellion to the crowds, and I was curious, so I followed some of them, but they identified me and so I lost them. I decided that had been a poor approach to the problem so I went to a legitimate sept run by a man named Gareth, who informed me that the men had shown up the day His Grace took the city, and that they had been actively undermining the trust between Faith and Crown, but he told me specifically the City Watch may occasionally beat some of the men, but that they are not stopped from their sedition by suspected order of someone from the Small Council. After his notes on the organization, I found Benjy Blue Eyes in a tavern by the docks, and followed him for almost an hour as he walked with a sword through the city unmolested with his men, and then back to the tanner's house. They were taking armor from the house and when I went to investigate they attacked me and I fled, suffering the injury I have today," he concluded.
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Post by The Raven on Jul 10, 2016 15:48:27 GMT
His Grace listened intently, furrowing his brow regularly without interrupting his squire. At the end, "I don't know what I find more appalling. That my squire has appointed himself my new Master of Whisperers, or that my squire seems to have uncovered more than my actual Master of Whisperers. The Small Council is aware of the false septons. Unfortunately, without replacing the entire City Watch, we can't know how many are still in the employ of the old regime, or are simply morally bankrupt. This Blue Eyes... Was he wearing a cloak or openly wearing his weapons?"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 10, 2016 16:53:50 GMT
"He had a cloak," Nyles said. In the winter everyone did. "He wasn't flaunting his blade, Your Grace, but he didn't seem to make any extra special effort to hide it either." He thought a second. "Also, at least one of his henchmen speaks some foreign language. I don't know any languages though," he admitted. "So I couldn't guess at which it is." He leaves out an apology to His Grace for his mostly unauthorized activity; he suspected Lord Bittersteel would obliterate him for it first and he didn't want to have to be contrite twice.
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