Heart of Light
Fifteenth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
As the priestess struggles against the cracks you had revealed not just in her faith but her understanding of the world, perhaps even of herself, you know you must keep her from breaking entirely for sharp and deadly would be the shards thus made. "I think, in the end, the important truth is not behind the masks, but before them," you say, not daring to bring false hope, for in the shadow of that hope would doubt also endure, and you fear what she might do to smother it. "A thousand aeons of deathless scholars have not unraveled the truth behind it all, bitter and alone in their endless work. Yet others lived and died all around them, unburdened by the question of what lies beyond the turning of the spheres. No, I think what matters most is what we see when looking at these masks. Not the truth all-encompassing, but the truth of our selves."
Melisandre laughs, a bitter dissonant thing. "Then aught we all to lay down our scrolls and our studies, cease to wonder of the past and future, living instead only for the present as the beasts of the fields and forests?"
"One can seek knowledge without delving into cosmic truths," Teana speaks for the first time. "Much lies writ in shadow upon stone." Her last words have the air of an old saying, though not one you have ever heard before, nor can find in the whispers of the dragon dream.
It seems to mean something to the red priestess, for her eyes widen in recognition, but then she shakes her head. "If all our understanding be shadow then we are but children hiding beneath our beds, and all our truths the stories we tell ourselves to keep the dark away. That is the 'insight' of Asshai where the sun shines not and nothing grows."
"I know not your history, Melisandre, not in Asshai and not before it," you interject.
Oh and how you wish you did know that you might craft your words better rather than cobbling them together from hope and conjecture. "I know not why you follow R'hllor. What I know is that you have made this choice for a reason. You can force any man or woman to recite a prayer, to serve in chains, but not even the gods can force us to
believe. I have seen it tried... and it failed." You motion to Rina as living proof, glad to see the spark of pride in the young woman's eye, but not lingering upon it.
On you speak, taking silence for if not assent then at least the chance that the priestess is listening: "When I speak to you, I know that there is conviction behind your words. That this is not a path forced upon you, but one you have chosen, and for that and that alone it is the
true path for you. Sometimes we might stumble on our way and sometimes despair haunts our steps, but as long as we carry on, as long as we do not give in, we will never fail completely."
"What grand hopes you have for me, Dragon King," she says, venom seeping into her tone, though you suspect it is more directed at herself than you. "Is that what you hope for
your future? 'Here lies Viserys Targaryen, he did not fail in
quite the most ignominious of ways.' Is that what you seek for in your scryings, the thread that leads you onward?" The pendant at her throat pulses like a bleeding crimson star, her grip upon it shifts ever so slightly, her gaze begins to harden.
Now is your final chance, you know with an instinct honed in scores of battles. With prescient will, with fortune spun of your own legend's shadow, you make your appeal to reason and hope: "I have seen many things on my travels, both wondrous and appalling. I've spoken with angels and devils. Once I stood before R'hllor himself who was garbed in the flesh of a faithful worshiper and argued about the fate of two friends with him. Another time I spat in the face of Hell itself, to gain the freedom of a woman I barely knew then."
It feels strange to be recounting your own deeds like this as though you were some storyteller working for his supper, but that small discomfort is swallowed up in the urgency of your task. "I've heard the shades of gods from times long forgotten, whispering to me with their last dying breaths, and another who, after an eternity of torment, had the will to cast off his pain and hatred to be reborn pure again. And if I have any truth to share from all these things, then it is thus—there is always a choice, and it is these choices that make us who we are. Light and dark, virtue and sin, temptation and resolve. It is this that the masks mean in the end, but it is on us to see what each mask means and to choose between them. If it is the light you seek and found it in R'hllor, then I would gladly call you ally, mayhaps even friend some day, but know that never I will begrudge a man or woman if they found the light in other teachings."
Again silence reigns as though the desert itself holds its breath...
Clink... not a word, only the tiny sound of the crimson pendant slipping from her fingers and lying again against her chest, still pulsing like a racing heart. Melisandre closes her eyes as though in pain, shadows racing across the crimson radiance like soft clouds upon the face of the sun. Though the heat of the desert is of no matter to you, still you feel it lessen for a moment. "You speak of many things that I would see with my own eyes and listen to with my own ears. I cannot now pledge allegiance, not yet at least, but the peace that you desire, that I can promise to uphold against all save the servants of the Enemy, and it seems..." Her smile is tired but you think genuine when she looks at Rina. "That even there I should be cautious lest I mistake an unexpected ally for a foe."
What do you reply?
[] Agree to take her back to Sorcerer's Deep with you after you have retrieved the orb
-[] Seek it out together
-[] Politely ask Melisandre to let you continue alone
[] Continue conversing
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: The DC for that last part, after taking into account the opinions you were struggling against, was 90. With all the bonuses, both from magic and the speech itself, you rolled 92, getting through to her. Melisandre now thinks you could be right which means she is going to try to investigate for herself.