Sundered Secrets
First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
There would be too much of a risk to touch the tainted fey's mind, you decide, too much even to speak to it. True, Rina escaped the Void's grasp, but she was mortal and still struggling against her fate even before the Old Gods offered their aid. Robert's murderer would be none of those things, and whatever sliver useful information it may have given it was part and parcel to trying to drive Bloodraven to despair as it had done to Baratheon. Even if you never learn whatever it might know, the world will be a better place without an agent of Winter that can slip into the south.
The dream had only faded from your eyes for half an hour when Sarell returns from Sorcrerer's Deep with the cursed diamond in her hand. It feels painfully cold in the hand but that is nothing compared to the cracks snaking through it, finer than a hair's width, but still all too perilous. You can only guess when it might crack. "The scholar's tree for this one, do you think?" you ask Dany.
She nods, still lost in thought from all you had learned. Unlike you, she does not even bother to change from her night tunic, simply shifting the glamor around herself.
Dark Sister flashes in the moonlight, spellsteel meets diamond with a sound like cracking ice. You barely glimpse the pale form before the roots coil around it like serpents, crushing and tearing. There is no scream, just as there were no words of supplication, only death.
A long moment passes then the face upon the tree seems to speak, though you hear Bloodraven in your mind.
"There were no answers here." There is an edge of pain to the words that keeps you from asking any further questions.
Dany is a touch bolder. Barely above a whisper, she asks, "So what did you get for capturing it?"
"A headache," comes the weary reply.
"There are no greater boons the Old Gods can grant me that I might take." With that the presence fades and you are left to return to the keep and the day, the
month to come, one that will see you crowned and Westeros brought into the Imperium.
But first you must see to the business of sending word to your agents in a realm that finds itself unexpectedly without a king. From the crownlanders under Monford Velaryon and old Walder Frey plotting in his tower, to Roose Bolton looking down upon the South with cold pale eyes and the Tyrells hopefully chastised, you will have to be careful what message you send. It would be ill done for war to start before you are prepared to join it.
To whom do you send letters in the aftermath of Robert's death and with what contents?
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OOC: Unfortunately really short because the roll narrowly failed on the Old Gods learning anything and I need a vote on what do do next. The turn vote will probably be tomorrow. Not yet edited.