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Post by Vhagar on Mar 19, 2014 10:30:51 GMT -5
"It was the family of Tyreo Ormollen, who was killed by your prince. I am sure he had friends among the other magisters also, but I could not tell you their names," he said. He glanced nervously from Brandon to Jaes. "My friend is Master Qhoran. He may in the city, but he may have left already. Not in his interests to be here, you see."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 19, 2014 14:26:26 GMT -5
"Now you contradict yourself. You said the Magisters of Lys, and now you say merely the family of one magister. Which it is? Where did your friend Qhoran stay while he was here?"
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 19, 2014 14:35:31 GMT -5
The wine merchant wiped his sweating forearm. He had dark patches beneath his arms too.
"A tavern outside the Black Wall, of course. The White Elephant. He spoke of Magister Ormollen's murder for certain. It wasn't an official attack on your prince, but Qhoran implied that the Ormollen's have many friends among the magisters. Unofficially, of course."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 19, 2014 17:37:54 GMT -5
"I see. You will of course write a confession to everything you have said here tonight. Master Jaes will be a witness to your signing it." Brandon said turning to the man, "how would this matter be settled in Volantene law?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Mar 20, 2014 12:42:47 GMT -5
"Under the law of Volantis, the info that he claims would be investigated to see if he was speaking the truth. If the info is found to be correct then the party harmed would be able to seek justice how ever they see fit. In these circumstances most would see fit to turn the man into a slave." Jaes states picking up a beet and munching on it.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 20, 2014 13:14:59 GMT -5
"The man confessed," Brandon said. "His guilty is proven. Under Westerosi law, the sitting lord would pronounce judgment accordingly and we do not keep slaves. The penalty for conspiring to murder the Crown Prince is death. And we do not keep slaves. So if we were to sell him to you, what would you do of him, Master Jaes?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Mar 20, 2014 13:18:30 GMT -5
"I would set him to be one of the slaves on my brother's ships." Jaes states, "Then he would be there working until he would die." He adds.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 20, 2014 13:20:22 GMT -5
"What do you think, Staegone," Brandon asked, "do you have the spine to die a free man?"
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 20, 2014 13:29:20 GMT -5
Staegone trembled. "Please, lords. I was paid to do a job. I beg you, let me go."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 20, 2014 13:36:54 GMT -5
"Oh, Master Jaes, I was unaware that financially benefiting from your crimes was considered a defense in Volantis..." Brandon turned back to Staegone with a glare, "How novel. But sadly this is not a defense in Westeros. Certainly not for the crime of attempting to murder those of royal blood. Although I suppose, if you would be willing to lure your friend Master Qhoran to a place where we could capture and interrogate him..." Brandon considered... "no... probably not. Far too unwieldy and you couldn't be trusted to do such a thing could you..."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 20, 2014 13:57:02 GMT -5
"I'll do it," he said. "Please, so long as I can go free. Or...I'll pay you much gold. That would be even better, wouldn't it?" He looked hopefully at Brandon.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 20, 2014 14:06:54 GMT -5
"What about me strikes you as characteristic of a man who can be bought?" Brandon asked scornfully.
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 20, 2014 14:51:13 GMT -5
"N-nothing," Staegone replied. "I merely thought, please, lord, have mercy upon a poor merchant!"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 20, 2014 16:31:55 GMT -5
"Write a letter to Qhoran, and insist that you need to meet with him at your home. Tell him you have another chance to get at Prince Aegon, but that you need more money." Brandon said. "If you do your part, and Qhoran is captured, I will urge Master Jaes to find a more... suitable position for you in his...employ."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 20, 2014 16:38:32 GMT -5
But Staegone cried "I have a wife, children! What will they do without me? Please, lords, do not do this thing to me!"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 20, 2014 16:51:47 GMT -5
"Stop whining. If I had not promised Master Jaes that I would be on my best Volantene manners, I would smack you," Brandon replied. "That is my most reasonable offer. I suggest you take it. I am not above simply hunting the man down on my own. Your cooperation is really more of a convienence then anything. So the next words out of your mouth had better be an acceptance, or else get used to a life on a slave galley."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 20, 2014 17:25:35 GMT -5
Staegone wept noisily. But Brandon did manage to make out the words "I'll do it" among the pleading and crying.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 21, 2014 8:00:30 GMT -5
Brandon nodded "very good then." Once the confession and the letter to Qhoran were written and found to have no deceptions in them Brandon took the confession and folded it up stuffing it into the sleeve of his shirt.
"Let us know as soon as Qhoran responds. Do not think about running. You will not outrun a dragon on the wing, and your death would simply be more gruesome."
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 21, 2014 11:32:32 GMT -5
Staegone nodded. "I am deeply sorry, my lords, for this most unfortunate circumstance."
OOC - move onto next scene?
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 21, 2014 11:46:18 GMT -5
OOC: Makes sense to me.
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 21, 2014 11:57:23 GMT -5
The following day, Brandon waited hopefully for news from Staegone. The young maester who had been tending the prince announced "I believe the potion is doing its work, my friend. Your prince seems better already, though still weak. It is to be hoped he will be well enough to confront his enemies by the time you have caught this fellow Qhoran."
The door opened and a servant girl rushed in crying "Oh, my lord! There is a woman here, asking to see you. She says her name is Mistress Staegone. She brought a girl with her. Her daughter, I think. Both of the women are bruised and beaten, my lord, and their clothes are torn. The girl just cries and cries, my lord."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 21, 2014 12:00:18 GMT -5
Brandon scowled, and proceeded into the foyer.
"Take the girl away, and find her something sweet to eat, i will speak with the Lady now." He said.
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 21, 2014 14:36:56 GMT -5
OOC - I fixed a minor typo in my post above because I made a mistake with the names
The servant took him to the small solar where the lady waited. Brandon saw that she was in her early to mid thirties, attractive though not beautiful. She was elegant and even dignified, despite her torn and bloodied clothing and the bruises on her face. There was a hint of red around her eyes, indicating that she might have wept recently, but she gave Brandon a respectful curtsey.
"Honoured lord, I am Mistress Staegone. I come seeking your help and protection. My poor husband spoke of you. He followed your instructions to lure Master Qhoran to our house, but the vile man sent thugs to our house instead. They murdered my poor husband and injured my son, who lies in my brother's house, too sick to move. My daughter and I were cruelly treated. I will say no more on that account." She shivered, and he noticed that she hugged her arms across her chest to protect herself. "Master Qhoran has fled the city. My dear brother has gone in pursuit."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 21, 2014 14:58:09 GMT -5
OOC:I sort of had meant to put a watch over him, but nevermind that now.
Brandon raised his eyebrow.
"I see," he said, skeptical. "in which direction did they ride?"
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 21, 2014 15:54:11 GMT -5
"Northeast along the old Valyrian road towards Mantarys," Mistress Staegone replied. "But it might be a good idea to alert the harbor master as well, because Master Qhoran is a merchant trader and he came here by ship, so he may try to double back and set sail. There was no time to go to the harbour ourselves. My daughter....gods preserve us. That was not necessary." She shivered and hugged herself more tightly. "Please, lord, you have to catch him. I want him dead."
The lust for vengeance blazed in her eyes and she clutched her hands together as if strangling the life from the mysterious Master Qhoran.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too