Forging Transitive Eternities
First Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
"There are no easy answers, but I would say that Lady Melisandre's is the best of a bad lot. If we simply break the altar, what surety is there that we do not likewise break the minds of all the enslaved mages?" You turn to Breath Taker. "If it is not madness but death that we risk, then how shall we justify inflicting such pain upon those unwillingly bound?"
"What weight the pain for a moment besides the memories of those chains pressing down evermore upon them?" Zathir's tail lashes at the ground in agitation. "Look at what they have done... look at it," his voice breaks, the dissonance in his beautiful tones a dreadful thing to hear. "They have made learning an instrument of binding and of blinding. How can I consent to that, to using it even for a moment? To allow that to perpetuate... what would I even be then? "
"You would be one who cares deeply about those who cannot now properly care for themselves," Dany points out, walking over to pat his scaled side. "You would be one who helps give them the tools to win back their freedom, even if it should not be done wholly in the moment."
"The Scholarum made a study these past months about the means of removing lingering mental harm from long term bindings," you interject. "I will not deny that this runs far deeper, but I will pledge here and now to do all that I can that any who might suffer thus will get all the help they need to use those tools of which Dany spoke."
"I could not leave such a task unto others..."
"Then do not." You shake your head, and softly add, "As worthwhile as all your contributions have been, I would not expect you to work in the furtherance of the realm when marks of this desecration yet endure. My own agents will be no less diligent in the task for having more hands in the task, bur rather grateful for the aid."
"This will not break the blood curse," Lya says suddenly from where she has been trying to observe the wheels that bind and contain the plinth. "That runs too deep, rooted in a magic we cannot see..."
"Of course we can." The Red Priestess conjures a small ball of flame as she speaks and points it towards the wall of the cavern where shadows of her and Benerro had stretched out. "Do you not see us there? Could you not guess what shadow alone does not show?"
"I do not have eyes that see the soul with that sort of clarity," Lya replies. "It's not like sight at all, more like piecing together a melody from echoes once you know the shape of the cave you are in."
"The Lord of Light does. See the truth in His Light," the priestess answers, the crackle of flames behind her words.
The shadows twist, the shadows dance, and in the patterns a serpent dances, not in joy for this is not a joyful time, and not in victory for there is not true triumph that can be drawn from this stony field, but simply in determination that this should not long endure, a twisted work twisted in turn. Two gods who stand as far apart as any in the Imperium converse and come to an uneasy understanding.
No blood shall be spilled, no lives shall be snuffed out, this much the Winged Serpent insists upon, and so it is the work and craft of your foes that must be given up for the freedom of those bespelled. Instead an offering must be made of those things most precious to the artist or the craftsman, arcane materials, that which can be wrought into a thing of beauty yes, but also a chain reforged.
Lost 7 lbs of Horacalcum, 77 lbs of Singing Steel,
and 777 lbs of Adamantine
Amid the sounds of crashing gears, amid the sounds of snapping chords, the metal of twisted time flows together with that of celestial songs, and last of all into a whirlpool of bubbling adamantine that only the mightiest mortal forges can hope to forge. The devices burn one by one, and with a final scream of molten metal meeting stone, the altar crumbles.
"It is done," Zathir says, hanging his head low in exhaustion, or at least that is what you hope it is, rather than shame.
What next?
[] Try to gain control of the Golden Shields through their normal communication protocols
[] Continue on with nailing down the rest of the Westerlands
[] Write in
OOC: I thought about leaving the sacrifices up to you guys but those votes never get much engagement so I just pressed on so you would have a better overnight vote.