On Wings of Sorcery
Twelfth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
After some pondering on the many plots bubbling away your thoughts turn to Crackclaw Point and the treacherous maester. However, you have long since learned that the wee hours of the morning are a poor time for social calls, even for the purposes of deadly intrigue. Thus you return home, though not to Sorcerer's Deep but Everfire Dale, the swift growing town unsleeping from more than the glare of forge fire and the constant clatter of cart wheels bringing goods to be hardened...
"On my count...one, two,
three!" Dany calls out, her high young voice carrying all the authority of a grizzled serjant-at-arms as three Stone Giants hoist up an intricately carved rose marble pillar glittering with arcane gold and emerald markings. You recognized the symbols for
root,
time, and
bridge/passage worked into the stone. The ground around the column had been stripped of soil down to bedrock and covered in a layer of fine ash, bone ash from the faint spell still lingering over it.
As soon as your feet touch the ground you become acutely aware of the weirwood staff in your hand, of things that watch without eyes and hear without ears. The land-spirits are awake and aware, filled not with enmity or fear but the wary curiosity of those most ancient looking upon a new thing.
"How are the tests going?" you ask your sister once she is done jotting down her observations on a piece of parchment.
"On track to be done by the end of the month," she replies with the satisfaction of a job well begun. "The most tricky part of the whole process of erecting any sort of trans-planar bridge is the part of the ritual that empowers it. We have gotten to the point where there's a reliable base link, sort of like a hum on both sides of the veil. We will be sending the first object through by next week, and hopefully the first living thing in a fortnight."
Establishing Planar Trade: 45/30 Complete (monthly progress)
"Which means you need to set an actual destination for the gate proper," you nod, more to yourself than her.
Where is the material plane terminus of the gate system to be set?
[] Sorcerer's Deep, the better to aid the growth of the capital
[] Everfire Dale, to make bulk trade easier
[] Tyrosh, that newly integrated cities should be seen benefiting from the new wealth
***
The matter settled, you and Dany take to the sky for your morning flight on wings of silver and crimson... much more nimble wings in your case, thanks to some of the scrolls you had bought in the Opaline Vault, the blessings now woven into blood and bone.
Strong Wings, Greater Wings of Air, & Aerial Alacrity permanencied as constant nondispellable Supernatural Abilities
Flight Maneuverability increased to Perfect; Flight Speed increased by 40 ft.
"Cheater," your sister grumbles good-naturally as you turn and tumble in the air with grace equal to even her lightest form. "I still maintain it looks a little silly when you hover with all twenty-thousand pounds of scale, flesh, and bone."
Silly is not the word most would choose, you know from asking Alinor by tapping your nose on her study window. The arcane air currents that hold you aloft in defiance of natural law, greater defiance than usual for a dragon at least, make you seem as though you are carrying your own storm with you, a cold keening wind. She had called it 'quite impressive'. Someone less coolly collected than your old friend would likely have stronger language. Still, you feel a warm glow of pride from seeing your people looking up with smiles and pride, not fear.
They are growing rather used to dragons here, between Valaena and Joran's swiftly growing beasts and your sister's habit to wear her scales at least for a few hours out of every day, not to mention Sheepstealer's more recent appearances.
"Race you to Mosshold?" you tease Dany back.
"How about some fishing?" she giggles in return. "Maybe you can catch a whale."
You do not, as it happens, manage to catch a whale, but with some effort you do succeed in spearing a large shark which you then drop on the deck of a fishing ship with your compliments, not being of a mind to have raw fish in your stomach when you take human form again.
***
By the tenth hour of the day you and Dany make your way to Dyre Den where you are greeted by an extraordinarily cheerful Lord Eustace. The thin morning light reveals every line of his craggy face... and a smile that would do a hungry shadowcat proud.
"So then, it's finally time to deal with the son of a bitch, Your Grace, Your Highness." The old lord has seemingly abandoned all pretense of treating your sister as a child, something she obviously finds a pleasant change.
One could almost pity the maester himself, trembling silently in his own seat, yet unable to move or even to speak without being given leave.
A fool and a poisoner, you remind yourself. There are far more worthy causes worthy of sympathy than his.
What do you do next?
[] Deal with the Maester once and for all
-[] Write in
[] Ask about what the Pointsmen had found at the Whispers
[] Write in
OOC: There's quite a bit of jumping around here, but the alternative would have been to have a very short update so I figure this is best.