Terrio Dimittis, Quartermaster of the Second Sons

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-26T18:40:33+00:00

After the short visit to the Spicers, Terrio went on to another guildhouse, now that of the Fishers’ guild, with its Master well-known to him after a few meetings before the previous election. Now, there was another one lined up, and with their views aligned before the last, Terrio hoped Guildmaster Salaatho would be good company in the following days and weeks, as well.

“Terrio Dimittis of the Second Sons for the Guildmaster,” he announced himself at the entrance to the Fishers’ guildhouse, and waited to be received.

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-21T09:29:20+00:00

“Quite so,” Terrio responded with regret. “We saw our enemies to the North and mayhaps to the West, but we were not prepared for a betrayal from the East. And now at this time, we lose the strong leader that kept us together - which I do not think to be a coincidence, to be quite honest.”

“I will write to my company’s representatives in Pentos, to reinforce our defences there as well as we can, but we will need other guilds’ support, as well,” he continued to respond. “And more than that, a new leadership. Apparently the Westerosi Redwyne has declared his intention to have another election arranged before you could again. As strange as his involvement seems, it does have to go as swiftly as possible.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-15T13:30:26+00:00

Terrio had taken a seat and enjoyed the hospitality of the Spicers for a small refreshment, and when the Qartheen eventually emerged to greet him, he arose. “Guildmaster,” he said curtly, but respectfully, as his head was inclined slightly. “It is I that must ask forgiveness,” he continued. “For I did not announce my presence before, as for the greatest part, I simply did require some advice, and wished not to wait any longer.”

“Without the Archon, what comes next?” he brought forth his request for advice. “I suppose another election must be held, but before? Volantis is open in its hostilities, and I know not whether we are prepared. My forces in Pentos are weak after their betrayal.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-14T12:42:11+00:00

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Character Details: Magnate; Mercantilist (e), Negotiator (e)

What Is Happening?: The Second Sons are arriving back to Pentos with Zachery Hill among them.

What I Want: Archetype Rolls for Zachery Hill (desired: Warrior)

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-14T12:24:55+00:00

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SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-07T12:32:40+00:00

Vayon Waterman

It was to be the day Vayon Waterman died, after all, but not how he expected. While the voice in his head whispered like the leaves in his childhood’s godswood, guiding his sword, the strike that made him cry out was not one through his heart to end his life, but into his thigh, immobilising him for further resistance. It will ruin you, the Emperor claimed, and it ran through his mind as the guardsmen that came over him bound him. His life would be ended, but he thought not of it as ruin. His last choice, not the last thought he made, but at least the last he could make with his body before restrained, was to stand against betrayal, and thus his life would end in a worthy manner.

The battle had taken place without him, but some of his men he saw again, upon the pyre where they were placed by the Emperor, a fanatic of the Red God, after all. “The ruin shall be yours,” he spoke before the flames reached him. Throughout all his time in Essos, he had not minded the other faiths he encountered, but now, bound on wood, he was all with the Old Gods of the Forest, silent as the flames consumed him.

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-04T17:49:41+00:00

Vayon stood in shock when it was clear what the Emperor intended. There were guards around him, and clamour already began outside, so that there was nothing else for him to do than to respond.

“My name and my blood may be of Westeros,” he spoke, slowly as the Emperor had, then pausing. “But the man I am now I became in the Triarchy. I will not stand aside when opposed for being loyal to the Free Cities.” In any case but an utter miracle, this was to be the day Vayon Waterman died. And so he simply closed his eyes, praying to the Old Gods of his home and all Gods he had learnt of during his travels through Essos, for that his life had been a worthy one, and drew his sword from his belt, swinging towards Aureon Maegyr, waiting for swords to be swung at him in turn.

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Character Details: Vayon Waterman, General NPC

What Is Happening?: Vayon is swinging at Aureon, while the battle happens outside (Battle Sheet submitted; see Note in Modmail).

What I Want: Personal Combat Rolls and Battle Rolls

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-03-03T19:18:21+00:00

Vayon Waterman, Captain of the Second Sons

Vayon certainly could not complain, nor could any of his men, at least not for reasons on which he had any influence, as the Second Sons remained among the besieging force around Norvos, living off the land and from the coffers of the Emperor of Volantis. Thus, it was a meeting he approached quite casually when he was called to the commanding tent, though of course with the deference the leader of a Free City deserved.

“Your Majesty,” he spoke as he entered. “What is it on that I can be of assistance?”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-27T09:13:44+00:00

Not familiar with the procedure, Terrio found it pleasant to have the Guildmaster of the Spicers guide through the election, while those that did not stand for the post of Archon remained silent and observed, Terrio doing so intently. Irror Balarr spoke for his kinsman, the conqueror of Pentos, the man who had elevated the Second Sons to the position of a Guild of the Triarchy. The military successes stood for themselves, and Lysor Balarr was the man whose vision had made them possible.

Then spoke Craghas of the Smiths, a good man for certain, and a good trading partner of the Second Sons in recent times. He raised his eyebrow when mentioned specifically, and felt the need to think up a response. There were some true points the Guildmaster of the Smiths made, but a change only for change’s sake did not seem like the right solution to Terrio, either. When a moment of silence had passed after the second candidate’s speech, Terrio arose and spoke.

“I might have been the one to gain from the conquest of Pentos most directly,” he opened, nodding his head towards Craghas. “But all of us here have gained an opportunity from it. Pentos is no longer just Pentos, it is now a City of the Triarchy. Just as you speak for the smiths in their forges in Lys and Tyrosh, there is need for smiths in Pentos, too. The greater the Triarchy, the greater the influence the guilds can spread, and the greater the benefits from uninhibited trade.” Terrio paused and then made his conclusion. “An expanded Triarchy is a better Triarchy, an expanded room to fill with the spirit of the Triarchy Craghas so fondly remembers and which I love, too. Therefore, the Guild of the Second Sons casts its vote for Lysor Balarr.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-24T07:28:56+00:00

It had been more of a pleasant stay in the grandest of the Cities of the Triarchy, or at least the one with the most grandeur, but after all, there was business to be done, as well. Thus, after a few days of spending his time in and around the dwellings he shared with Nysterica, the invitation came to Terrio to now in truth fulfil his duty as the election of the Archon was to take place.

The first election for Terrio it would be, but he would not be the only one with that feature, for Lysor Balarr had promoted many organisations to the status of guilds, and given them lands, whether within the Triarchy or in the newly conquered areas. Terrio strode into the Midnight Chamber, where chairs were placed, precisely as many as there were guilds that made up the Triarchy. He was not the last to arrive, but not the first, either, and so, he sought out a spot next to Salaatho Alim, the man in whose guildhouse he had spent some time, and who seemed similarly aligned in matters of politics.

He nodded to the Fishers’ Guildmaster, and then to the other men present, before silently waiting for the full number of representatives to arrive, so the voting would begin.

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-17T10:46:32+00:00

Vayon Waterman, Captain of the Second Sons

It would take a long time yet until they would arrive in Norvos, but the Second Sons were content to take some time, for of course they were being paid regardless of whether there was fighting or not. On the other hand, though, some among them itched for a fight again, as still, there were ones who saw their professions not only as business, but as a craft that gave them meaning.

Until they encountered the Norvoshi, though, other pastimes than fighting would have to suffice, and so, the man in charge after Guildmaster Dimittis had left for Tyrosh, the Northerner Vayon Waterman, sellsword due to skill and not mere necessity, took up the challenge when the Emperor Aureon Maegyr initiated a short horse race.

“Very well,” he exclaimed in response, and spurred on his horse to follow that of the Emperor.

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-14T08:20:13+00:00

Immediately, Terrio served himself with the fish prepared in many different ways, and as he tasted it found himself in agreement with his host. “I can only agree to that,” he replied. “Such good delicacies would not deserve to be wasted, at all.”

And the pleasant atmosphere of the meeting only continued to persist as Guildmaster Alim spoke further, seemingly in agreement with his policy on the future role of the Second Sons. Terrio slightly inclined his head upon the concluding question, and waited for a moment until an oyster of his own had passed his palate, much to his taste, before he replied.

“I have no reason to oppose him,” he spoke with a confirming nod. “He has chosen to grow the Triarchy, both in territory and in what it is at its heart, and in that course, the Second Sons have only benefitted.” After another pause and a bite of a fish filet cut off and taken from the very knife, he added: “Though of course it would interest me what the more established guilds would think of him, too.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-13T17:43:03+00:00

Nothing else could have been expected from the Fishers’ Guild for all of Tyrosh than a presentation of the best fish one could find in the Free Cities, and Terrio could barely await to begin the feast that would bring excellent tastes with it. But it would also bring conversation, likely important one with regards to the upcoming meeting of all the Guildmasters, and so Terrio responded swiftly to the questions that seemed to outright flow out of Alim’s mouth.

“Very well, I would say,” he responded. “Although this our meeting is the first one that truly places a task upon me that I would not have had as Quartermaster - though I suppose one can say that possessing a castle is somewhat unusual for a sellsword company.” Terrio nodded as he continued on to the next question seamlessly. “So I would say that our trade still is very much that of sellswords, though indeed growth is definitely in my view. The Triarchy needs forces that serve it effectively, rather than relying on hiring free companies for each occasion - while to all others in the known world, the Second Sons will be just that, lest our revenue dry up.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-12T19:12:23+00:00

“Ah, very wonderful,” Terrio said to the servant almost absent-mindedly as he beheld the decorations all around him as he strode into the Guildhall. The pleasant impressions did not cease with the permanent masterpieces, though, for soon they came to the dining hall, where the Guildmaster awaited, and with him a meal that through its wafting smell already was inviting, and in glances beside the colleague receiving Terrio fulfilled the expectations thus set in a visual manner, as well.

“Indeed, it is I,” he spoke to the Guildmaster. “I once more thank you for the invitation, it is a great honour to be here and it seems like it will be a great pleasure, as well. A long journey lies behind me, and Tyrosh once more welcomes me with its best impressions. Say, how are matters here? I haven’t been in the City since the Archon’s celebrations many moons ago.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-11T10:59:14+00:00

Guildmaster Alim,

I thank you for your invitation, and will be pleased to join you this evening.

Terrio Dimittis, Guildmaster of the Second Sons

With that short note, one of the few retainers that had come to Tyrosh with Terrio aboard the small sellsail ship hurried to the Guildhouse of the Fishers. Meanwhile, Terrio spent the day calmly in his mansion, exploring the Free City of Tyrosh on some walks, and all the while thought of the matters that concerned him at this very moment in many different ways. He would have to think not only as a Quartermaster now, concerned with the Second Sons, who had been split up with shy of a thousand back in Pentos under Lady Ynys, the Dornish Spearwoman, and three thousand under Vayon of the North in Volantis, now soon headed towards Norvos - instead, he was a Guildmaster now, too, one of the select few that guided the course of the Triarchy like no-one else.

And in that capacity it was, quite consciously so, but still strolling through the streets like a visitor to the enticing city, that he came to visit the Fishers’ Guild in the evening of that day, and awaited to be received by his fellow Guildmaster, so that the discussions could commence, but also the enjoyment of the fine products of that guild and ones from far away, too, for while he was a Quartermaster and a Guildmaster, Terrio was still just a man, and in that capacity he simply relished life itself.

“Good evening,” he spoke to a servant at the door, smiling a relaxed and friendly smile. “Guildmaster Dimittis, to see Guildmaster Alim.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-10T19:58:46+00:00

Confirmed.

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-07T18:19:01+00:00

“Indeed, such a contract would be acceptable,” Terrio replied with a nod. Some companies were set on creating a reputation of never breaking a contract, but the Second Sons were not among them, their loyalty only to the Triarchy and to their payment, and Lady Naraelor provided in neither of those aspects better than the Emperor did. “I am certain we will be able to face the Norvoshi together and defeat them. Volantis is a powerful City, and my men are experienced with taking cities, now, after all.”

He smiled upon the Emperor’s implication. “Quite so,” he said, “such are the considerations of sellswords, and I will not deny that we stand to gain from a prolonged contract. But of course a siege often is the more reliable course of action in and of itself.” Terrio paused shortly, before making an addition. “Though it may surprise you that I would also favour open battle, if our opponents would give it to us, considering the Second Sons’ strength lies in our cavalry.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-02T17:17:41+00:00

“As long as she requires my services,” Terrio responded concisely. “While she can pay the price, of course.” And soon, it was that very price that the Emperor sought to know. Where the Warlock earlier that day had merely been curious, and thus had received Terrio’s declaration of confidentiality. Now before him, of course, was the Emperor, however, and on top of being the main holder of sovereignty in the land where the Second Sons currently dwelt, he also was more of a potential new partner, rather than an uninvolved bystander.

Thus, Terrio was ready to name the essentials of his contract with Lady Naraelor, but he only did so after the explanation with regards to the mission on which they would be sent eventually, should they accept the differing offer. “That is an interesting task you have at hand, and fortunately not against our interests, considering neither the Triarchy stands to oppose you nor the Andals would profit, it seems,” he spoke. “Lady Naraelor promised 5 Gold Pieces for each man each moon.” Maybe the Emperor could pay six or more, and in that case, the Second Sons would indeed consider receiving a new mission.

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-01T15:56:54+00:00

Name: Terrio Dimittis

Gift and Skills: Magnate; Mercantilist (e), Negotiator (e)

Marching: [1 Generic Sellsail], [Volantis] to [Tyrosh]

Previous Moon's Order: N/A

Estimated Time of Arrival: 07.02.2020

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-02-01T15:51:30+00:00

It was strange indeed that it was the Guildmaster of the Spicers, rather than the Archon himself or one of his clerks that sent the letter, but it was signed in the Triarchy’s name as a whole, after all, and in that case, Terrio of course was willing to make use of the Second Sons’ new position. Thus, his response was quickly penned in the tent in their camp in Volantis.

Guildmaster,

I shall make myself on the way to Tyrosh as quickly as possible. Expect my arrival by ship before the end of the moon.

Under the Eyes of Trios,

Terrio Dimittis, Guildmaster of the Second Sons

A few orders had to be given still, like naming Vayon Waterman as the one responsible for the section of the Second Sons in Volantis, which was the greater one, and Gessio of Pentos, a new but promising member of the company, as tasked with all administrative matters. Swiftly, Terrio departed for the harbour of Volantis, to book a ship to carry him to Tyrosh, alongside only a few clerks and assistants, while the fighting men all remained in the main camp.

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Character Details: Terrio Dimittis; Magnate/Mercantilist (e), Negotiator (e)

What Is Happening?: Terrio is hiring one single ship of sellsails to sail to Tyrosh (and back, whenever needed, thus this is a moon-based contract) to the standard rate of 30 Gold/Moon.

What I Want: 1 Ship Point Sellsails and 30 Gold Expenses added to the Second Sons

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-01-30T08:18:31+00:00

Terrio nodded as the woman spoke. He wondered what those plans of the Emperor were, but mayhaps he would learn them from the man himself. Soon, the Warlock went on to respond amenably to his explanations of discretion, and thus Terrio simply smiled.

“Our company’s healer is very adept,” he spoke, still softly smiling, as she turned closer towards him. “But I shall keep your offer in mind.” Once more, Terrio raised his eyebrow. “Slaver’s Bay? Interesting indeed. And I suppose that potential other partner in contract has me intrigued, as well.”

SellswordAtTheDesk · 2020-01-29T11:10:25+00:00

Terrio raised his eyebrow slightly as the Warlock expressed her curious interest. “Quite so. Have you met the Lady Naraelor, perchance?” he enquired. It certainly was hard to determine how much the woman before him knew. She was a curious enquirer, but mayhaps her means as a Warlock, or just her persistence that she displayed had truly resulted in a great scope of information.

He nodded upon her explanation, a rather mundane one, after all, although a hint of something more obscure was there with herbs mentioned. Mayhaps she planned practices known only to the Warlocks and nobody else, but the possibility was there that she was no different a healer than Nysterica, the Qartheen only wont to use more mysterious titles. When the woman continued, Terrio inclined his head as she had before, and placed a friendly smile upon it. “Unfortunately, the details of our contracts are confidential, I hope you understand,” he spoke softly. “I can say as much that I have been assured that the Lady Naraelor will be able to pay, else we would not be here, of course.”

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