With a Careful Hand
Twelfth Day of the Eleventh Month 294 AC
And the wages of sin shall be paperwork, drowned shall be the wicked in ink black as tar. The wry jest bought a smile to the lips of Duke Baelor Hightower, though not the one that had earned him his moniker, more the sort of soft and secret smile that few outside of his kin and closest kith ever saw. Under the watch of his forefathers and the counsel of the Citadel, Oldtown had never come close to King's Landing in its effluvia of human waste, and misery and the plagues that had haunted much of the realm had always laid their hand lightly upon it... for a city of its size.
After the death of his father and especially upon learning the cause of that death beyond the shadow of a doubt, Baelor had set out to improve the old sewage system and the aqueducts that fed it. He no longer trusted paths that lead into the river and especially into the sea, but there was only so much that could be done to protect those tunnels given the nature of the foe they faced and the guardians he had to hand. Though he had never given up hope that a solution would be found by magic or engineering, or more likely a combination of the two, Baelor had never expected it to even be possible within his own lifespan.
House Hightower was rather good at passing its plans and its grudges to the next generation. Yet it seemed that this time he would not have to... the plan to secure the city that was, his grudge against the Dominion of the Mind would only be wiped away by its lifeblood. Baelor called out to the door to open, the door itself enchanted to heed his voice and not a servant.
A maester, garbed in white after the manner of the Citadel these days when so many colors had broken from what was once common grey, entered with his head held high, presumably to crow about the success in adding pearls that would detect the touch of the Far Realm to the filtration rings which would keep the water safe for the city's people. It had not been an easy case to make with the Ministry of Health and would likely have been impossible without a significant infusion of marks on his own part.
"Your Grace, the last of the most unfortunate souls have been sent off to the east. It is truly fortunate the realm can now count Qohor among its provinces given their more lenient attitude towards the touch of the Far Realm." the scholar began.
"Unless the reports I have been seeing from the Lantern Bearers are lying, the truly unfortunate ones ended their lives on the end of Imperial Steel Blades," Baelor interjected, his smile fading somewhat.
"Yes, of course, Your Grace, they were enemies of the realm, monsters..."
"Barring the handful who might have started off as beasts, they
were all citizens of Oldtown and subjects of House Hightower, who were twisted and warped in body and mind beyond all hope of healing. That is a tragedy to be mourned and not a triumph. It is particularly not a triumph to be touted in the streets, do I make myself clear?"
"Archmaester Marwyn would never lower himself to seek favor with the mob," the maester replied a touch stiffly.
At that Baelor allowed a sigh to pass his lips. "I know. It was my frustration speaking. We still have not seen an end to vandalism and threats aimed at those of the Far-Touched who have families and property in the city."
"Have you considered bidding them to move to Battle Island itself, under the eye of the tower, as it were?"
The duke shook his head, the heavy chain of rank flashing at his throat. "I promised them security just as the throne did. I shall
not be made a liar. I think it is time to round up some of the more vocal proponents of 'purity of flesh'. Some time in jail shall do them good contemplating their philosophy."
Of course, the lawman were not Ser Moryn's old city watch. He could request they start an investigation into troublemakers not simply have them all thrown into the dungeons. All things told, it was a fair trade.
Results:
- Oldtown Sanitation System Improved
- Duke Hightower lobbied and helped pay for it to include pearls to detect Far Realm influence
- Far-Touched killed, sent to Qohor or integrated
- Samples for the Forge taken from those who were killed
- Anti-Aberration sentiment crystallizes around local rabble rousers reasonably contained for now
Which of the leaders of the local movement are in breach of Imperial law?
[] The ones directly inciting violence and destruction of property
[] The ones asking for the expulsion of all Far Touched citizens from the city or even the realm
[] Anyone using anti-Deep One rhetoric as a cover to breed ill will towards their fellow citizens
[] Write in
OOC: If the dice had not been very kind (or bribed with blood sacrifices) the question here would have been about the aftermath of a riot as the mutants were driven into the streets. Not yet edited.