Queen's Ascent
Third Day of the Second Month 294 AC
"Quite to the contrary, Most Gracious Majesty, it is a sign that time marches ever forward. We can move with it and advance accordingly, or attempt to fight the inevitable and be ground down by the relentless passage of pitiless moments," you answer smoothly.
Trying to read the expression behind the ivory mask, the posture writ in ensorcelled linen and ancient bone, would have once been impossible for you even with all the boons of sorcery and the whisper of elder dreams at the back of your mind. Yet for all you had not expected such as Queen Namaaru has shown herself to be this is not the first time you have reasoned with the ancient dead, nor is it likely to be the last. By the faintest glimmer of light in the mask's eye and the breath of unseen magic that flows through her veins you know her to be...
intrigued.
As fair a reaction as you might have expected. "Terrible was the fate of Sathar in centuries past, but now there is hope for it to rise once more. We were heartened to learn the returned of Sathar were seeking to build anew, to restore what was lost and to move forward once more."
"It is a poor monarch who does not accept flattery with grace, but
there I must correct you, young son of dragons. We are not yet moving forward, but clawing ourselves up from the crumbling grave that Sathar was made by the butchery of the Dothraki by the folly of its last lords." Her voice rises not in anything as gouache as a shout, more a well trained crescendo that causes several of the courtiers nearest to her floating throne to flinch as though they had been struck.
"Folly?" Dany asks curious in turn. "Forgive my presumption, majesty, but am I right in guessing you did not return to the world of the living during the first travail of Sarnor's awakening?"
"You ask for forgiveness with the air of one who is assured it child..." the dead queen begin severely, matching your sister's gaze with her own for the span of three long breaths. "Better to just leave it off next time," there might have been the faintest edge of approval to the words, but you do not have long to ponder it for the queen judges your sister's question worth answering. "Yes child, I did not wake from the first. Tell me travelers from a far land, do you know what the savages renamed the Waterfall City to?"
"The Wailing Children," Teana replies, disgust and pity writ clear upon her face for the horrors that earned that name.
"Yes," Queen Namaaru confirms. "When this city first awoke it was to madness, madness that infected man and horse alike, madness that avenged itself upon those that birthed it, but the wailing wind would not be stilled in its bitter triumph. How could it when it did not know itself, but only sorrow and rage? The failures of the Fading Age were content to let their ears fill with the wails of lost children. They marched through the streets and proclaimed victory, they feted and feasted, until at last a bear handful more concerned with putting an end to the pain than wallowing in blood and grave dirt called to their elders to the tombs still closed beneath the veil of the falls. Thus I awoke, thus I stilled the wailing of the children. Thus I am here and.. I... shall.. not... dwell... in an open...
desecrated...
tomb!"
The last words fall like the stroke of thunder echoing under stone, a denial of the curse of her people that seems to steal the air from the chamber. Whatever else the present Queen of Sathar is she is not content with her lot in unlife. You can use that, but you must be careful that her pride is not roused against you.
What do you do?
[] Try to question her about the other cities
[] Offer an alliance against the other cities, pretenders all. Careful to mention the actions of the dead of Sallosh in supporting their living descendants as opposed to those who plotted to use Vargo that they might tear even Saath down
[] Pledge trade and the sharing of lore that would aid her people in overcoming the darkness upon them
[] Write in
OOC: It is Viserys' estimation that asking for fealty without any building of trust beforehand is unlikely to work.