Bridge to Distant Skies
Fourteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
It is oft told in Vialesk that the star Palixna has at its heart a tear of the Hope-Bringer spilled into the dark waters by the mercy of the goddess in a time long before the the stone skeleton of the city floated close or the first coral budded. Although the dragons and marid dispute the claim as mortal superstition, not even the eldest of their number can be said to have seen the silver light kindle with their own eyes, and so the belief in the legend remains strong in the City of Splendid Waves, as does faith in the Wanderer's Lantern, for you imagine much the same reason why she is beloved of the sailors of Braavos or the far-riding nomads of the Jogos Nhai. She is one who weaves fate, but leaves room for the traveler's good fortune, asks for no grand temples nor ruinous sacrifices, but only that the candle be left burning in the dark to draw those lost upon the waves.
The principal temple of the Wanderer's Lantern is not so grand as the vast domed temple of the Silver Moon in Braavos, though in its own way it is as prestigious. The tallest spire in the city, higher than the palaces of merchant princes where once the greatest of the vanquished dragon lords held court, now houses the Bell of Peace which rings out every twelve hours in remembrance of the sacrifice of those who died in the Uprising. It is, as far as you can tell, the central pillar of time keeping in the city by which all other gears and arcane mechanisms turn.
As you look up following the sound to its source, you think of Lya and wonder if she and Dany were done with the rune-wrought keystone by which you hope to strike at Tiamat. Turning your thoughts away from Vialisk, you
send the question back upon a thread of arcane power.
"Just finished today," comes the weary but satisfied answer from Dany
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"I was going to do some light reading and spell study," Lya's faintly echoing thought answers in turn. It takes you a moment to realize she means both at the same time in different bodies rather than sequentially.
"Have you found any interesting books?"
She is interested in the lore Relath found, of course, but also curious enough to see what the halls of the Goddess under whose roof she had had grown up looks like in a world without moon or sky.
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Relath has little interest in the doings of gods and Breath Taker asks to spend a few hours to visit old friends, leaving you, your mother, Dany, and Lya to ascend the marble steps of the Silver Spire. The halls are crowded, of course, but orderly for all that, out of respect for the goddess and age old practice both. Still, you wished you might have a bit more time to study the carvings upon the walls, for even a passing glance is enough to reveal countless stars carved into the walls, and among them two circles and two crescents, the Faces of the Goddess, the marks of the distant moon.
Is this temple older than the Sundering, you wonder,
or had the symbols been passed by word of mouth from one priest to the next through the ages until they could be immortalized in stone? Whatever the truth, it is strange to think that the look of the night sky, that any could freely see at home, was a divine secret in this city of sorcery and wonder.
At the summit you are greeted by a temple attendant with a pitcher of pure sweet water to refresh yourself after the climb, but are otherwise allowed to walk about freely, whether you wish to speak to a priest simply enjoy the view.
What do you do?
[] Try to facilitate reuniting the long sundered branches of the faith
-[] Write in
[] Seek to learn more of the temple's history
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OOC: I thought about doing an interlude for A Dragon Chained, but it just did not seem interesting enough to be worth the screen time. There will be plenty of time to describe the the anti-Tiamat anchor when you guys actually use the thing.