A Tale of Stone and Silk
Twenty Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
You have hosted lords, magisters, archons and princes, but rarely have you hosted a king in Sorcerer's Deep. Granted, Mance Rayder is king of a few thousand Free Folk poor in gold and fine swords alike that many south of the Wall would scoff at calling lord, much less king, but the fact of the matter remains that he has gained the confidence of many of the stubborn and hardheaded northern wanderers and manged to keep them together in spite of the feuds that bubble close to the surface.
Before you can speak to the would-be King-Beyond-the-Wall of your promise to the Night's Watch or the looming threat of Winter, you seek out Vee and Waymar to see what if anything more they had learned of the mystery of Hardhome and the monster that had lain at its heart.
"The ravens have come back to Hardhome, but Bloodraven says there's still something strange in the air there, sort of a lingering bitterness that makes beasts uneasy," Vee explains. "Birds especially."
"The air is
Their domain," Waymar puts in. Frowning he adds, "Only we've found no trace of Winter's power in the whole business past the the fog and the ice, six hundred years ago according to Yara. The fire and the ghouls, all of it was Drokha's work. Wishcraft gone amok is Amrelath's guess, along with some pithy comments about handing too much power to mortals."
"I can imagine," you snort. "You said Mance's cloak, mended with Asshai'i silk, did something odd when the dead mage was finally brought to bay?"
"Near as I can tell the cloak killed 'im," Vee explains. "He was pretty beaten up mind, but the silk sort of burned like fire and wind blew through the caves tossing, 'im against the rocks."
"Did it do anything else magical?" you ask intrigued.
"It bled when we got near the tainted jade in the quarry..." Vee trails off, then curses under her breath. "Should've seen it before. Drokha said something about the white tree being weak and only the black living, the jade in the rock at the old quarry looked sort of like a tree and it was black as pitch."
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One look at the veins of black stone snaking through the earth is enough to prove Vee's suspicion right, there is power here, slumbering and unfocused with none to draw it forth, but if left to endure you have no doubt it would ensnare some other damned soul to 'battle Winter'. "
It is here, as much as any Ice Dragon's heart," you confirm, refraining from addressing your foe directly north of Brandon's Wall. Carefully shaping the common rock away from the jade you are left with a surprisingly small amount of the cursed stone.
As you and Vee begin to gather the pieces in a warded lead chest Waymar recalls something in turn. "Black Jade, the called it unlucky in Yi Ti, maybe even cursed, but there wasn't much about it in the books Tyene bought there last month, just parables and fables. 'Course our Calligraphy Wyrms could have missed something . The little fellows are hardworking as a bee in summertime reading or writing, but they aren't perfect."
Gained 20 lbs of Void-Touched Jade (Equivalent CL 15)
"The doom of Hardhome came from the east, but given the cloak warned of the presence of the corruption and something about it killed Drokha so it was its salvation, in a manner of speaking," you muse. "I think it is time to have a look at Mance Rayder's cloak as much as the man himself."
What do you do?
[] Speak to Mance Rayder
-[] About borrowing or buying the cloak
-[] About your pledge to move the Free Folk south before Winter
[] Speak to Yara the Shadowcat Shapeshifter
-[] Ask why she patched Mance's cloak in particular
-[] See if she might wish to pledge fealty
[] Write in
OOC: And here we are, wisdom saves passed, tainted jade recovered and birds no longer uneasy in Hardhome. Initially the jade had been dismissed as simply a means by which Drokha's influence manifested, not a medium by which he was himself influenced.