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Yes, and I have no idea why the DM just stopped posting, unless he lost the dot and didn't think to check the game anyway. :(
I sent a PM to the DM. Hopefully we'll see if he's still available.
Salamae turns to the other Septae. "It is strangely quiet out there. Does it usually take this long for the melee to start?"
Salamae nods, understanding her duties, and finds a suitable location where she can watch the melee from the tents of the healers.
Salamae nods silently and makes her way to the tournament grounds. She searches for other Septae to see if she is needed for healing or spiritual services.
Salamae:
"A few, yes. I don't know of any you can answer. I've been researching the conflict between two of the Houses. Daggers, poison, and something about witchcraft, but I'm not sure if that's related." She gives the Brevosi a few of the details she and the others have gathered so far.
Salamae:
Salamae nods silently and follows the Brevosi.
Salamae:
"Then I shall take your word on the matter, as I have no direct knowledge, only the hearsay of the court, and what can be whispered through it." She tilts her head towards the body. "What do we do about that, though." Although her tone is conversational (i.e. not lilting up on the 'that'), she hopes it is obvious that she is referring to the body or person on the other side of the pillar.
Salamae:
Salamae looks to see where the Bravosi is pointing. "Of facedancers, I know only what I have heard. But there is obviously something going on. Some political shift is in the works, and I would not be surprised if one is here someplace."
Salamae:
After walking down a few corridors with the steps echoing behind her, Salamae stops abruptly. She does not turn around. "I do not frighten easily, Ser Follower. If you have business with me, speak it now, be you spy, sorcerer, or face dancer."
Although disheartened by her lack of research, Salamae takes note of what she does find and makes her way through whatever halls are normally open to Septons, seemingly meditating or praying. She curtsies or bows respectfully to those she crosses in her path.
Being a female more inclined to subtlety and the mechanisms of knowledge and how to properly use it, Salamae spends the evening in the royal library (if it is open to her.) She researches the possibility of witchcraft, such as that described by Gillem, its causes and cures.
"We must also beware of poison. This is no mere swordmaster we are contending with, but one armed with medical knowledge as well." She explains the nature of the dagger. To Ser Gillem, "Can you describe this woman you see? Is she someone you know, or only a mystery to you? Is she real, or only imagined?"
"I am not truly praying." Salamae says without turning her head. "This seemed only a way that we might discuss many things without our words drawing attention to us."
Salamae takes up a position among the gravestones (if any such are used during burial ceremonies for the Seven, other that the ritual removal of organs). She appears to be mourning the dead, bowing her head and speaking softly as though she is at prayer.
"Someplace far from the palace grounds. I've heard the privy council have spies everywhere. We might go to one of the resting grounds nearby. If the Silent Sisters here us, they are bound to not communicate it."
"Ah, Ser Weyland..." Salamae stops and whispers to her new companion as they come upon the familiar face. "Is this not someone who was at the Lugus feast last night? Perhaps he knows more about the nobles I never heard the names of." Salamae is quieter now, since being hushed by the librarian, but it is clear that she is in a bit of a hurry.
Salamae:
Ser Wayland/Salamae:
Salamae looks up, slightly chagrined at the reprimand. "Perhaps we should move elsewhere, Master Weyland. I am sure we can find a quiet place to finish our discussion."
Ser Weyland/Salamae:
"I would only be too glad to help you if I could, but I do not know the name of his accuser. That is why I am here in the library. I am trying to find the names of those who were at the feast the other night, or at least learn a little more about them. Can we not ask Orten himself?" Salamae takes the dagger and looks over it.
Ser Weyland/Salamae:
Salamae listens to the long-winded explanation without interruption. "Of course. I shall do everything I can to ensure that the truth comes out. But, what makes the dagger so significant? Does it have any special meaning? Engravings, symbols? I do not understand why the dagger was given in the first place, or what it might signify as a secret message."
Ser Weyland/Salamae:
Salamae watches the Brevosi exit the library, then rushes to a window to see if she can see him, but loses him in the crowd. "I must admit: secret identities, debts, and now a secret vendetta from the Lugus house. I don't like this at all. I am Salamae of House Therandis, if you had perchance forgotten my name from the dinner."
Ser Weyland/Salamae:
"I have seen you before; you were visiting Maester Pycell before I came to see him. I was curious to know why at the time; perhaps we could exchange information since you seem so interested in what we are discussing."
Ser Weyland and Salamae:
Salamae hesitates. "Yes, I think I could identify either of them. Their way of behaving was peculiar enough and noticeable enough that I could put them together."
Ser Weyland and Salamae:
"An impertinent, rude young lordling insisted I give it to him after I was invited to the feast. I never caught his name, but he seems to be related, in mannerism if not by blood, with one of the minor lords that served the Lugus family who was present at the feast."
She struggles to put the heavy book she was reading back on the shelf. "This place has been filled with more intrigue and secrets since the appointment of the new Hand, perhaps even slightly before. While it is not surprising, truly, it is alarming that so much is going on at this specific moment."
Ser Weyland and Salamae:
"I hope I can be of assistance. I have not had much luck finding what I have been searching for. I hope you will forgive my imprudent questions as well, but who are you? Your house and such, I mean."
Salamae spends the next day or so in the Royal Library under the supervision of either Maester Pycell or another high standing figure in the Library. She quietly researches the names she heard thrown around at dinner the previous night.
But after hours of research, has discovered nothing useful. "By the Seven...!" she curses quietly under her breath, an eye up toward the window.
Salamae raises an eyebrow at the lord thanking her, but otherwise remains silent and observant. "It is always good to know that there are men who esteem the Seven and their betters with grace and humility."
Salamae:
Sense Motive Salamae nods in welcome to the gratitude expressed to her.
Salamae makes her way to the end of one of the central (or head, if preferable) long table. "To the Father, we give thanks,
At this, she pauses for a few seconds, as though reading something silently in her mind. "With the Seven, let us always remember,
Salamae is not much of an engager, since the excitement is over. She goes back to silently watching the party, responding politely to those who speak with her, but otherwise just watching to make sure that nothing else unusual happens.
"This is all very strange. What other dangers lurk in this night? Granted, there is always the danger of one or another scheme to move one lord or lady into power... but why do things feel so different now." Salamae muses quietly to herself, not really expecting an answer.
Salamae comes closer, attempting to figure out what is going on, and why.
Will be out of town until next week. Happy Independence Day, American players.
Hearing a commotion from one side of the party, Salamae leans on her ceremonial staff and heads toward the noise. Her senses alert for the danger that grows in the area.
Salamae:
No, she didn't look in the package. The Therandis's are an unassuming, quiet lot. Mainly for the reason of survivability.
Archey, Orten, and Salamae:
"It is not my gift, my lord. I was... intimidated into bringing it to you by a crass young knight." She describes the man who insisted she bring the gift. "I hope it is not something deadly or dangerous. Or some vendetta gift that would cause harm or suffering." She turns to Ser Archey.
Salamae:
Salamae is gracious to those who have welcomed her, but remains mostly silent through the meal. She observes the proceedings around her carefully, and waits for an opportunity to present the "gift".
for hitpoints +1 BAB +5 skill points +1 0-level spell
Do we get the favored class bonus as well? Forgot to apply that before if we do... =)
Salamae:
Salamae remains silent for a moment. "While it is true that I have failed in my sacred promise to serve the Stranger, at least my words have never been so unguarded. Your rudeness gives your House no honor." Salamae accepts the task, making a mental note to repeat all that was heard from the Lord along with the gift before it was opened.
Salamae:
Salamae regards the young man's words carefully. Is there any malice in his request, hidden or otherwise?
"I might be inclined, if I could be assured that I was not bearing gifts of ill will or vendetta."
Salamae:
Salamae nods in agreement, to attend the feast. "I count myself along the blessed to be so invited. You have my thanks."
Salamae:
"I did nothing more than what the Mother Herself would do, but I am grateful that you would show honor to the Seven as part of the feast, and if you request it of me, I would attend as their representative." Salamae bides her tongue well, (so she thinks), and curties to the young knight. "Thank you, Ser, for your gracious invitation." She lowers her head demurely as she speaks.
Salamae:
Uncertain how or if to act on such information, Salamae remains quiet and focused on her work. She keeps her ears open for any further information however, and is grateful for the walls of the tent that prevent her from seeing the nobles' bloodshed.
Salamae:
Salamae turns to the other healers in the tent, trying to get a feel for who they are. She doesn't say much, instead just remaining silent and observing the others, listening to their conversations.
Salamae:
"The boy should pull through, but he will need to lay still for awhile. Fetch me some bandages and some white bark. He may be a little bruised for awhile, but he'll heal up easily enough." Salamae does not 'take command' but makes her demands as though she were making simple requests, not really expecting them to be obeyed.
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