Of Profit and Peril
Twenty Fifth Day of the First Month 294 AC
Although you are tempted to offer critique of the Lord of Heaven's failure, that is not quite what was asked for and it might hint that your current persona is not quite as much of blunt instrument as you had taken pains to show so far. Even a blunt instrument, however, can see the poison seeping into the structures of Heaven's Shore, the very much uneasy malaise you glimpsed in the eyes of passersby when you faced the Archon patrol. "No, it is already too great a weakness. If he cared for those he rules, Ezhekidich should have stepped down and allowed an archon without his dark secret to ascend to the rule of Heaven's Shore."
"You think it is important to care for those you rule?" the devil asks, faintly surprised or perhaps merely feigning it.
"I think it is important to value whatever one is given dominion over, be it a merchant's enterprise, a craftsman's workshop, or any other thing of worth." You pause frowning, as though you had not considered the matter in quite these terms before. "For a ruler, I would count most important not the stones of the city, but the people who walk over them. If these people should find such fault with Ezhekidich's present self that all would descend into chaos if the truth were unveiled, then yes, he is unfit for purpose, no less than any gear which has been worn down and it in need of replacement.
"Or perhaps it is all the other gears in the city which need replacement?" Iradious offers, his smile sharp enough to score dragon-scales.
"As to that, I could not possibly know enough to judge. I know little of this fair city, after all," you shrug, throwing in the compliment as though by reflex just as one raised in the Peerless Empire would. It is often small things as much as great that sell a lie. "But it always seems to me wiser to take out a single gear, not many of them."
Something shifts in the devils' posture, the tilt of his chin the way his hands rest at his side, the creases of his crimson robe ripple. Though you could not have said before that he was tense, you can now see the signs of subtle relaxation. He had apparently decided where exactly Hassan fit into the context of his plans and worldview. "You may return to settle your agreement with the oracle. The Blessed Guard have wisely withdrawn from the confrontation without any undue secrets spilled on either side."
He pauses a moment before extracting a strip of dark crimson parchment from his robes. It gleams in the light like fresh blood, though you can recognize the
glamor cast upon it to keep the contents from unauthorized eyes. Extending it to you, Iradious adds, "It has been a pleasant experience conversing with you, Speaker of Stone, and your actions have been to the benefit of peace and order in Heaven's Shore. If you should ever have need of an official document to access restricted parts of the city or bypass curfew while going about your business, I am willing to vouch for you."
"And in exchange?" You do not touch the note yet.
"Further information on lawbreaking you may discover in your passage through Heaven's Shore, perhaps a few chats about the fate of the world when you are passing through our fair city," the devil deliberately echoes your earlier words. "I fear conversation that is both intelligent and novel is in rather short supply at this post."
What do you do?
[] Take the Infernal Pass (Greater ease in navigating Heaven's Shore; Enduring contact with Iradious; must dedicate a minor action at least every few turns keeping it)
[] Do not take the Infernal Pass, but part amiably with vaguer promises of future meetings
***
The fortress recedes quickly behind you as you return upon the winding paths of the Court of History, no longer concerned that you would meet a golden-armored patrol. Your brief detour to meet the keepers of Asmodeous' law aside, you are much more interested in securing the writings of death and rebirth from Heronious. The question is what might best to entice him? Coin you have aplenty, but if coin enough was enough to buy that lore, absent his feigned death, others would already possess it.
Perhaps an exchange of knowledge for knowledge? Thanks to Anu, and in lesser parts the Volantine Red Priests, you have no small cache of artificing lore, but the question remains if you can offer such things without revealing too much about yourself.
"How much is too much?" Varys' thought, like yet unlike your own, slithers through your head.
"This is not a being sworn directly to one of the arch-dukes that we know. Might he not be persuaded to keep our secrets along with many others with the promise of sufficient lore?"
"The secrets of Viserys Targaryen?" you ask dubiously.
"Corlys Waters then," she allows. After a moment's pause, she adds,
"You know it is quite unfair that you can have so many names and masks and I have none. Perhaps I shall spend some time presenting to be a messenger raven when we get home."
"You would actually have to fly messages," you point out.
Her only answer is a halfhearted mental huff.
Under what guise do you make your offer for the lore, and what do you offer to pay for it?
Guise:
[] Keep to Hassan
[] Secret Envoy of the Peerless Empire
[] Corlys Waters
[] Viserys Targaryen
[] Write in
Offer:
[] Treasure
-[] Write in how much
[] Lore
-[] Write in what sort
[] Write in
OOC: I was tempted to make the cut after the first vote, but that did not seem very interesting, so here's some bonus Viserys-Varys interaction and a much meatier vote to focus on. Not yet edited.