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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 13:32:42 GMT -5
"I am no lord, and glad for it, my lady." He said plainly. "They are all fine knights, and honorable, including Ser Lannister." He allowed, before Loras cut in, and entered into a fit. The High Septon stepped forward, reaching his hand out to gentle grip the boy's arm aiding in keeping him up. "I believe he does, my lady." The High Septon said, turning his mud brown eyes from the lovely girl to her mutilated brother. "Do not waste your strength on such words my child, they are known to any with eyes to see and ears to hear. But, the Kingsguard and the Kingsguard alone can represent the Queen."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 15:00:25 GMT -5
Septon Luceon, a ferrety-looking man if truth be told, made his way to the Great Sept clad simply in a charcoal-gray robe. A simple bronze seven-pointed-star hung from a chain around his neck. He wore leather sandles, a buckle missing on the left one which obliged him to partially drag his foot to keep the sandal on his foot. He was no stranger to King's Landing and yet it was filled as if to bursting with soldiers. He had to choose a winding route to avoid the worst of the traffic. He sought out the High Septon
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 15:09:58 GMT -5
The Septon is allowed to enter, though the hill is thick with Poor Fellows, seemingly ready to crack skulls. Some coming and others going, in groups between ten to fifty strong. The Warriors's Sons guard the entrance with their usual diligence, perhaps more so, their hands resting on their blades. The Septon is allowed to pass into the Sept, beneath the the colored glass globes of the hall of lanterns. Inside the High Septon prayed over a man, a commoner with what appeared to be a broken leg, his body covered in bruises. The Warriors' Sons watched within the Sept too, their faces hidden behind plate.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 15:15:03 GMT -5
"Your holiness." Septon Luceon began, apologies for interrupting. He glanced down at the wounded man, his eyes tracing his injuries. "Mother have mercy." He said as he dabbed his damp forehead with a bit of yellowed cloth. "So many blades in the city, has it truly come down to this?" Luceon had seen the RIverlands run red for the past year now, and it seemed the war would soon reach the walls of the capital for the second time now.
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 15:18:10 GMT -5
"It has, blades in the city and some men start acting like animals. The Poor Fellows have been keeping the peace in Flea Bottom, best anyone can. Beaten senseless by some thugs." He shook his head sorrowfully. "What is it you need, brother Luceon?"
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 15:28:04 GMT -5
"Purpose, high holiness." He said at last. "With my Sept outside Rosby burned, ransacked, then burned again I thought to return here. I previously served the Most Devout here in the Great Sept, and I am sure I could be of service in these trying times."
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 16:57:07 GMT -5
The High Septon pondered a moment, before replying. “I suppose an extra pair of hands cannot hurt.” He said. “Though what we really need is more food, and an end to the violence. Tell me, where do your loyalties lie?”
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 17:06:43 GMT -5
"I'm a Frey, your Holiness." He said in answer "But I took my holy vows. If the people lack for food, then that is my charge. If the people lack for prayer, then that is my charge. I am a Frey, and perhaps that will prove useful in the end to find a peace." His ferret-like eyes narrowed, but there was no mendacity in them. He owed his Lord Father about as much loyalty as he owed a mop. Yet, he would prefer to not see his family decimated by the end of all this.
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 17:16:29 GMT -5
"You were a Frey." He corrected, though not harshly. "We have shed our old lives when we took our vows, we are men of the Seven, I am glad to know your priorities are in order. Those that governed the faith before me were.. they forgot that they serve the Seven above all." He allowed, keeping his more wrathful thoughts to himself. "I will defend this city from any that come to despoil it, every man behind that cause is with me."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 17:19:44 GMT -5
"My old life was shed until the Red Wedding, Holiness. Then I became a Frey again." He recalled the flames that claimed his Sept. "I would be a Frey again if it serve you, or I would be Septon Luceon, as I am." Luceon narrowed his ferret-like eyes again. "Lives might be saved, your Holiness, if I were a Frey."
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 17:29:12 GMT -5
The High Septon narrowed his mud brown eyes in return, sizing up the weaselly spawn of Walder. "The Red Wedding.." He inhaled. "The Red Wedding is not your burden to bare. No more than Tommen is resposnible for his uncle worshipping a twisted Red Demon. There are many who are guilty in the Red Wedding, but you are a man of the cloth, I do not believe you would conspire to betray guest rights." He assured the Frey. "How is that? What lives might be saved by being a Frey?" He seemed interested in what Luceon would say next.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 17:49:51 GMT -5
At mention of the red demon, Luceon clutched the seven pointed star about his neck. He closed his eyes, for just a shadow of a second and thought to himself: smith help me. "I might be useful." he began "in negotiating a peace." He said at last. His hand did not fall from his copper emblem. He thought how angry his father might be, if he actually amounted to something. He had been written off, it was true enough. Imagine if he was the Frey that made the difference, to the detriment of his own interests. "I am a man of the cloth now, first and foremost." he agreed. "And yet, I am a Frey, a presumptive ally of the Lannisters. The city is close to boiling - he concluded." He gestured to the streets "What are all these Tyrell soldiers doing? Do you really think that if things come to blows they won't sack the city? I have seen some faithful armed, but what chance will they stand once the sacking begins? Pillage will not stop with the Red Keep. The entire city will be looted. From what I have witnessed, the forces of the Faith cannot oppose the forces of Tyrell or Lannister."
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 17:56:44 GMT -5
“We are many thousands in number brother, but it is true, the Tyrells outnumber us.. even if we could prevail many would suffer. I would rather none of this came to pass.” He thought a moment. “Perhaps, do you think you can convince Cersei to abandon this foolishness? Release King Tommen and Queen Margery.. the Queen Mother must be certain of her own guilt to risk so much to avoid her trial.” He pondered, as he awaited Freys response.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 18:20:48 GMT -5
Luceon blinked widely. "Your high holiness," he began "It is essential the Queen mother face her trial, I am agreed. And yet, what prevents her from doing so? It is this secular dispute, borne from the Tyrells. We should demand that this secular dispute be set aside so that Cersei may be tried. Only Mace Tyrell and his forces now lie between the gods and justice."
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 18:26:33 GMT -5
“Threatening the safety of this city and its denizens is a crime against the Faith, brother. I am the shepherd and these people are my flock, she must disarm and face her trial immediately.” He stated plainly. “Mace cannot interfere with this trial, nor will the Queen mother.”
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