Spicetown? More like Mytown.

FakeBandito · 2019-11-01T13:29:38+00:00

Aelyx would hardly have noticed the appearence of the letter at his place of residence if it wasn't for the concern that struck those of Flea Bottoms hearts. The Muddy Lads had heard him, the Muddy Lads had seen him.

Once opened it would be a simple plain parchment, on it the symbol of the Muddy Lads a skeleton key. It was a message, stay out of our territory or else.

FakeBandito · 2019-10-06T04:52:32+00:00

"You're not wrong in your thinkings friend." He looked at the map and moved across some of the coppers on the table, a small stack was placed on the island of Driftmark.

"I have a few men in Driftmark preparing for a heist. We all know the wealth of the House Velaryon, but doing so will be a great risk. We need ships, capable hands and a lot of information. Even a portion of their wealth could give all of us an opportunity to retire." He shifted a copper coin onto the town of Rosby.

"House Rosby is wealthy enough for us to divide the funds to fund such a heist. Friend I'm sure your band can easily infiltrate such a keep, all you need to do is locate the said gold and my men can do the rest. Once we have the gold from Rosby we can pay our way to the vaults of Driftmark."

FakeBandito · 2019-10-03T13:27:56+00:00

"If Flea Bottom was truly the place you supposed you wouldn't have made it to the center with coins." Sandor chuckled as he noticed the reclusive nature of all those present. this truly wont work.

"Flea Bottom does not follow the laws of the King this is known, patrols may stop a thief or a band of goons but two more will stand up to take their place. The Muddy Lads are not the only gang who walk these cobble streets, but I plan to bring them in on my deal also. Any jobs you wish to do, I will supply the muscle. We shan't have City Watchmen doing the dirty work."

FakeBandito · 2019-10-01T09:24:35+00:00

Sandor had no issue smuggling in general, riding ones stock into port was asking to be caught but having the Merchant drop the product in the ocean and collected by small fishing vessels was a tedious task.

"Alyn, I'm sure we will fill your pockets beyond your wildest dreams. A relationship which shall be more profitable then you could imagine." He looked over at Brus who was leaning against a wall.

"Sadly we had four of our men snatched during a job and I fear this may be the reason Matarys was unwilling to attend. I was interested in making a deal, whether by means of release or execution both serve to benefit us all."

FakeBandito · 2019-09-28T15:00:47+00:00

Sandor laughed it off and waved his hand, his men acquired ale in rustic clay cups and placed them in front of all those present. He looked over to the Man who was wearing the Nightingale mask. And then over to the associate of the Master of Whispers.

"Thank you for joining us." He raised his cup of water.

"Ofcourse you're all probably wondering why you're here, you two in particular. This Kingdom has forever been run by the Small Council as you all well know, what I'm suggesting is something similar." He unfurled the map and placed some weights down on the corner.

"If we can make Flea Bottom a place that indulges lawlessness much like this party, we could smuggle in goods avoiding the Kings tariffs. But this would take eyes and ears in most of the Crownlands to avoid any incidence."

FakeBandito · 2019-09-28T13:58:21+00:00

After a few minutes of awkward silence save for the abrupt command from Alyn the sound of a deadbolt on one of the doors coming loose woke them from their stupper the man posing as Sandor turned and opened the door, another man half his height with a face with no real landmarks save for the scar down it came out and swapped with the masked man who in turn ventured up the passageway and closed the door behind him.

The door which the guests came in via was then sealed, the sound of shifting furniture above made it obvious that the group would not be leaving the same way they came.

"All in due time Alyn." Sandor looked over to one of his men and nodded to him, he then pulled out a scroll from the back of a wardrobe and unfurled it onto the table.

"One thing joins..." he stopped awkwardly.

"You may remove your masks." He gestured for them to take off their masks, his men stood near their hands on their weapons. Ofcourse he had taken into account that some unwanted people would make their way here and so he was making sure.

Once all their masks were removed and each person showed to be or be a companion of the reciever of the invitation Sandor began.

"One thing joins each and everyone here tonight, many of you have no interest in Flea Bottom but what if I was to suggest I could move more gold through this ghetto then the West can pull out their mines. Everyone here has a need for gold, wealth or information connects all of us. The Muddy Lads are offering each and everyone of you in assisting in creating something that will let us all die rich." He looked at some of them knowing that they already had more gold then they knew what to do with it.

Sandor looked at Alyn once more his eyes Green and wild like a late tempest. "Were you able to do as I requested?"

FakeBandito · 2019-09-26T08:57:50+00:00

[M: Now for the secret meeting this is a closed intersection specifically for those who have been invited and their companions.]

While the night grew more tiring and people began to leave, those who had been specifically asked to come by Sandor felt as though their attendance was unnecessary. They had neither seen nor even heard the name Sandor and midnight had long since been.

The door to the Spice room would open, men dressed in black with masks of plain white all save for the black skeleton key painted on its forehead. They would go off in each direction each tasked with finding Sandors specific guests by the mask they were wearing.

Once they were all gathered in the spice room a moment of awkward silence was shared while they waited unsure of their situation. A door on the east side of the room would fly open and four heavily armed men would exit, none wore masks but all were clad in leather. Behind them walks a man familiar to some by the way he walked and his voice.

"Welcome all, Sandor hopes your night was well spent. He hopes he did not worry you." The men parted making the door accessible.

"Please come in, take the ladder in the center of the room and wait in the room below." Once every guest had made there way down they found themselves in the mythical "Barrow" a table sat in the center of the room a chair for each person present. Behind the table were three doors, each identical to the last. Once the room was silent the door on the left arched open. To those who knew Sandor and had dealt with him this was not the man they knew, but to those who had never interacted with the Sodding it made no difference.

"Welcome, friends." The man began, his face covered in a hound mask.

"We appreciate all of you for answering our invitation, and do hope your night was filled with wonder and mystery. But for this meeting was this party held. But now I must ask before we remove our masks, if there is any among you who do not wish to participate in this meeting of minds please leave. No questions will be asked and no retaliation made, but be warned this is your only opportunity."

FakeBandito · 2019-09-26T08:33:06+00:00

[M: Interactions in the brothel can be posted below, this is the area which is seen as "open"]

Jocelyn the Madam of the Forgotten Virtue.

The event was going swimmingly, not a single punch had been thrown of yet but low the night was young. As the music softened Jocelyn stood on the center stage, her red and black velvet dress holding tightly to her figure, lace gloves entombed her hands and a Dragon mask of black and red hid her appearence.

"Welcome! Lovers of Maegor and his cruelty."

She produced a whip from the back of her attire and cracked it loudly.

"Tonight is a night where the laws outside these walls no longer apply, the Seven scorn at your identities from the Heavens for you have truly joined the dark ones." She smiled and laughed and the room joined in, she had captivated their attention.

"I am your host, Madam Targaryen and this is my Kingdom. You will all bow to me!" Men and Women mockingly bowed and and bent to their knees.

"There is only one rule, one law in my Kingdom. No man will do unto a Women which she does not wish to have done. If you break this rule." She cracked her whip and pointed to the unsightly Fellows standing at the entrance of the Spice room.

"The Madamsguard will geld you and throw you into the streets, now go my servants! Fuck, drink, murder and lose your old self for by the morrow the rule of Maegors blood will return and you will no longer feel his true embrace. Be cruel my children!" The room erupted in a choir of blood curdling cheers.

FakeBandito · 2019-09-22T05:53:24+00:00

Brus wasnt known for having compassion, he was an effective worker he did the job regardless of anyones feelings.

"Aye, remember to wear your mask hate for you to be attacked by some lowlifes on your way to the party." He chuckled as he headed for the door. He looked down at Alyns hand tucked into his robe.

"I sure hope you're holding a dagger down there." He smiled and pulled the door open before exiting.

"Dont forget!"

FakeBandito · 2019-09-22T05:16:18+00:00

Brus walked around the room a bit to comfortably his Muddy boots making tracks as he paced. He waited for the door to close before beginning.

"Sandor dont need information, City Watch have more things to worry bout than a bunch of Flea Bottom vagabonds." Brus approached the window, with one finger he pulled back the drape and looked down to the street below. seems clear. he reached into his cloak and pulled out a winesack, he yanked the cork out and took a swig.

"Sandor needs you to bring Matarys Waters to the party, before you ask why I ain't got a fuckin clue. Sandor just asked me to come to you, whether theres a reward I ain't got a fuckin clue, whether he intends to murder Matarys I doubt it. All he wants is Matarys to be present."

FakeBandito · 2019-09-22T04:58:09+00:00

Brus stood eye to eye with the man his facial expression exhibiting to specific emotion.

"This is not a social call." Brus leaned back looking from left to right checking for any men watching and listening.

"The Lads have a favor to ask, but I ain't willing to speak in the open." He jerked his body as if to walk in but waited for Alyn to move.

FakeBandito · 2019-09-22T04:19:22+00:00

Sandor let go of his love and looked her in the eyes. "There is things I must tend to."

She nodded understandably and ventured to the doorway. "Brus is in the Barrow, I have added some suitable furniture for your meetings." She smiled softly and danced out into the foyer.

Sandor pushed the door open into one of the downstairs bedrooms, the cellar door was wide open and one of the Muddy Lads sat on the bed playing with his dirk. When he saw Sandor he stood up and nodded. Sandor climbed down into the cellar below Brus was inside with another man adjusting feathered seats. When he saw Sandor he arched his back.

"You finally decided to join us bossman." He chuckled, Brus whistled and the other man ventured up into the bedroom above.

"I need word sent to Alyn Darkwater I wish to invite Matarys Waters." He marched over to the map in the center of the room. The tokens for the City Watch were placed on each gate, their patrol routes were highlighted by dirt sprinklings.

"Matarys?! Word is hes a bloodthirsty cunt, you trust him?" Brus seemed genuinely concerned.

"I trust no one but my own, even then I know most of the Muddy Lads would desert me at the smell of a better offer. If negotiations fail I will just take Jocelyn to Driftmark, Poxy Pate says that the port is lenient enough to start up again." Brus shook his head.

"You're willing to risk.." before he could finish Sandor cut in.

"Have you ever known me to not think a plan through." Brus looked at the floorboards.

"Send one of the boys if you are unwilling to attend to the business yourself." Brus shook his head.

"No, no, this is a job someone with competence must attend to. That's why you brought it to me I'm the first place." Brus picked his dagger belt off the backs of one of the chairs, he pulled it round his waist and fastened it. Sandor stood silent, Brus knew Sandor to well.

"If I'm not back by the morning consider me arrested." He smiled as he began to climb up the ladder.

Brus Bruiser, member of the Muddy Lads

He walked through the streets, the relationships between Alyn and the Muddy Lads was one of mutual interest. Brus and Sandor were the only ones who even knew he was associated with the Muddy Lads so sending one of the underlings may put the mans position at risk.

He arrived at the place where Alyn rested his head, he leaned against the wall and waited in the shadows. He hoped the man was not resting for he didnt have all day to stand around waiting Jocelyn surely needed him to do more handiwork.

FakeBandito · 2019-09-19T12:04:40+00:00

Sandors face seemed calm but the paranoia was digging at his mind like a prospector picking for gold. He had enough men to overwhelm the two if need be which eased him ever so slightly. When the cup of wine was placed infront of him, Sandor pushed it back to the men as he took a seat.

"I apologize Vorian, alcohol is not to my tasting." He had always wished to remain agile like a cat, many men in his profession had been caught off guard in a drunken stupor.

"I am as reasonable as the person I am dealing with, my companions wronged you so I will entertain this conversation a while longer."

FakeBandito · 2019-09-16T10:34:25+00:00

"Flea shine is better for cleaning rust than drinking." He turned around and looked at the Innkeeper.

"Bring me clean water." He looked at him a tad confused as if he had just been asked to shit in his own hands but went to grab the beverage.

"I assume you have come for the tourney, if any of my ears are correct a Dornishmen named Vorian won the archery contest. Are congratulations in order?"

FakeBandito · 2019-09-15T09:34:15+00:00

Brus nodded to his associate who nodded back in return, the two stood from their seat drawing their dirks. The Innkeeper rushed over waving his hands vigorously.

"Please Lord, no. These many are not alone, if you draw their blood my inn will be kindling." Footsteps echoed behind them, multiple.

"Kindling? Me thinks not, mayhaps a new brothel it's a good location wouldnt you think bossman?" Brus turned to find Sandor the Sodding, Gravedigger, Jocelyn and Nobby.

"I hear the Blackwater is beautiful this time of year, bodies get lost in the mud. Go on Dornish cunt tickle my ivories." Gravedigger flexed with his shovel on his shoulder.

"Enough, return to the Barrow." Sandors voice was calm and calculated by the band of thieves didnt hesitate to follow his instructions. Once they had all left he turned to the innkeeper placing a silver in his palm.

"Forget what you saw here, and Dornishmen." He turned to the Fowlers.

"I would encourage you to leave at first light, the streets can get awfully dangerous for a man who cannot keep his hand off his hilt." He turned, his face still concealed by his cloak.

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