A Harvest of Ash and Flesh
Twenty-Sixth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Only one of the two Lya had bound to slumber would ever wake, you decide at last. The boy lord and his prejudices and his mother's schemes would be far easier to deal with than a lord who had shown himself to be a fool and a tyrant both. As Ser Richard shakes the 'boar' awake you are prepared to cast a spell to clear his mind should the pain of all he had endured cloud his reason. It does not.
An old man, his face tanned and cranked by the sun and wind for a score winters looks back at you with deep brown eyes that almost remind you of the quiet sorrow. "He's gone is he?"
"Forever," you pledge and something about your voice or your manner seems to resonate within him for he accepts your words before even learning your name. Having nothing to stay here for he takes your offer of a stipend and a home in your lands readily, specifying only that it should not be in Sorcerer's Deep itself, but somewhere he could roam freely.
He takes on beast shape again as he watches fire and sorcery consume every trace of his former life from these woods.
Perhaps that makes it easier to bear the sight.
Regardless, this is one mystery that will not be lightly unraveled much less showing your hand in it.
***
After seeing your newest guest into the capable hands of a clerk used to dealing with all manner of new arrivals to the Deep you travel to Sothoryos carrying the unconscious form of the erstwhile lord of Grassy Vale. Elaheh Marita giggles at the sight, the sound changing timbre and tone midway in her excitement. "Not just a sharpeshifter, some sort of celestial influence perhaps?"
"Yes, though not quite in the way you mean," you motion at the moon hanging overhead. "Power waxing and waning with its phases. There is another who bears this blessing who agreed to help with studies into these magics."
"Excellent," she motions at two of the lesser caretaker constructs of the Forge to carry Luthor into its depths from whence he would never return.
Gained Wereboar Template
Gained Silverblood Lycanthrope (Can only be applied to wereboars for the moment)
"Well is that...
productive, if not quite in the way I expected it to be," Lya says ruefully, turning away from the passage where the flesh-smith had vanished. "Who do you think we should approach next?"
***
House Blackbar of Bandallon presented a particular concern ever since you had heard of it's lord's grudge against all things Dornish. Just this month you have been to Surspear in the company of Doran Martell whom you count among your strongest and most trusted bannermen in Westeros, a fact you could not truly hide even if you wished to do so. Yet the news that Lord Tybalt had refused the envoys of the Court of Stars and their bargain made you more hopeful that you could persuade him to accept your rule, of not perhaps love you for it.
In this both Ser Richard and Lya's presence at your side are likely to help. Stormlanders are hardly famed for their love of Dorne or her people and Lya as your future queen should hopefully go a ways to assuring him that you have no intention to favor one of the Seven Kingdoms over the others. Nothing you have heard about the Lord of Bandallon makes you think he is worried about all foreign influences at least, only the Dornish.
How do you approach Lord Tybalt Blackbar?
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OOC: It's way too late for a fourth update unfortunately, but hopefully I'll get more written tomorrow.