Scholars' Secrets
Second Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
Although many parts of the palace are meant to be magical, from the ethereal lanterns of the gardens to the unseen lar who served the residence and the inner chambers, to the arcane arms and armor displayed as trophies, or for those less light of heart, the Hall of Horrors, only one of the studies constructed for the palace so far is
of magic.
Formally known as the Silver Study, it is an eclectic mix of relatively severe furnishings, ebony with silver accents and a wealth of arcane paraphernalia. A fine scrying mirror is set on one wall, on another a star tablet of auspicious conjunctions useful for enchanting, and in the corner by the door there lies a fine staff, of the sort Lya once carried with her, taken as a prize from one battle or another, though she has long since grown beyond such things. The door itself is automatically muffled against scrying by runes that are carved prominently above the frame rather than hidden as they are in most of the palace.
And of course there are books. What wizard's study would be complete without tomes of every sort and printing, thin and thick, bound in plain leather or gold leaf? They are mostly at the edge of what is publicly available, with perhaps one or two crossing ever so slightly over the edge, even though this is technically only a semi-private sort of sitting room meant to appeal to the sorcerer and the sage, one who would not be impressed by expressions of commonplace wealth or power.
Not that you think the man who will be joining you for tea this morning shall be overly impressed by the carefully crafted stage, but it is the place you can imagine him being most at home. Now that he has agreed, even if just in principle, that the House of the Undying and the city it 'serves' will join the Imperium, you are curious as to their reasoning and their requests.
The warlock bows low by way of greeting and offers an apology. "Pardon that we could not speak as we have promised."
You wave the words away and motion for him to have a seat. "Time in its haste makes servants of us all, and if any man should say that he is free of its grasp, then behold one who does not know how to read a clock."
"Or one who spends most of his days in repose like a lizard among the sands. I fear you shall find far too many of that ilk among the Pureborn. One hopes they might be swept from the streets of Qarth like so much sand when the winds turns from the west." The warlock settles in his seat with easy grace. "Now, you wished to know of the reason for our conditions, and so I shall share these, under conditions of... discretion, of course."
You nod. Loose lips have never been among your vices, as well he could have guessed, though you can see why someone revealing secrets of this nature would wish actual confirmation and not just conjecture.
"By spells forged of old, by craft wrought in the long ages of occlusion, the very lands of Qarth thirst for magic as the sands thirst for water, and there are few magics that burn as bright as those of dragons and their riders. Any such that might dwell there for a long while risks being drained of their life, perhaps even their anima if they are not strong enough of will. We do not wish to risk harm to others, but we do not wish for the draining to be widely known lest our city be counted cursed."
"What is this thing then if not an... enchantment?" Part of you is impressed that the Undying were able to feed upon magics over so vast an area, but more immediately you have to know what you are dealing with and what the full peril is.
"An alteration of the ley lines, fragile feeders that drain free floating magic and ground it. It is... particularly attuned to dragons who are as the bones of the land," comes the soft reply. "Now as to the second point, about the weirwoods. If I may, could you tell me what you know of them and those whose power is upon them, Your Majesty? It would be easier to explain if I know from what foundation I am doing so."
The full answer is that you know more about the Old Gods than anyone save their Greenseers, but you can hardly share that with one you have met for the first time a few days past.
How much is safe to say without seeming ignorant of those you have for so long empowered?
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OOC: Well this was longer than I thought it would be, hopefully the descriptions are worth it.