A Glint of Jade
Fourth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
The journey to far off Yi Ti does not begin in the harbor, nor in the warehouses of Silver Serpent Enterprises where goods from all the corners of your realm may be gathered to offer up onto the lords of that distant place, not even in the halls and councils of the keep. No, instead it begins as much a working of arcane power as the Dragonsteel quenched in the blood of monstrous Sothoryi spiders. It begins with Lya's spirit drum and the trinkets you had claimed from the servants of Mammon who had been snared by their very greed.
Gained 15,200 lbs of Valyrian Steel
It is from these gold-clad baatezu that you have your first news in months of the deeds of Tiamat's favored. Far indeed have the golden banners of the company Bittersteel forged gone, and it seems they have brought death and victory with their tread as surely as your Legions have. The
jhats of the Jogos Nhai have been broken and sent reeling in disarray before the breath of the many-colored wyrms and the power of their witchcraft, and for their prize the Golden Company had claimed not gold or silver but ancient texts said to have lain in Nefer since the Long Night and weapons just as ancient, deathly things said to 'veil the face of the moon' and 'poison earth and sky'. More of these dreadful prizes the devils know not but they
fear them.
Your prisoners suspect that the current Azure Emperor, Bu Gai who rules from Yin, may have made pact with the Golden Company to attack his foe the treacherous general Pol Qo, called 'the Hammer of Jogos Nhai', reasoning perhaps that these foreigners who scattered the zorse riders could slay he whose claim to glory is humbling them eight years past. You seemed to have plucked the fiends from the very outskirts of the Azure court where they hoped to gain the confidence of the Emperor and 'caution him against the folly of allying with Valyria's broken heirs'.
"Such wisdom from the mouths of fiends indeed," you snort, returning the last fiend to his bindings awaiting his fate.
"Perhaps they seek to warn the Yi Tish not only against the Bitch Queen but you also, Your Grace," Ser Richard offers. "If so then they are fools. I know not precisely what to call this realm you are raising, but it is not Valyria."
"Hopefully, Ser, we shall call it the future, and leave any more specific names to its people," you reply. "Let us now see what the dead have to add to our knowledge..."
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Oddly enough you soon discover that the spirits Lya has spoken with do not agree with Ser Richard's words. Indeed they think themselves in the possession of some Valyrian necromancer.
"They are old," Lya explains, "Old enough to remember the days before the Doom when magic was still in flower. From what few records I was able to find I would say both spirits originate about nine-hundred years ago to the waning days of the Yellow Emperors when Yi Ti traded in peace with the Freehold."
"And do they therefore think themselves imperiled?" Malarys asks. He sounds more curious than insulted. Even he will not deny the likely unwholesome disposition of any dragonlords with a mind to meddle in necromancy.
"Thankfully not," Lya replies. "Considering the gentle manner in which they have been called forth to speak both cautiously seem optimistic about their fates. They offered to serve as guides and interpreters in exchange for a return to life."
"Would they be any good at it?" Ser Richard interjects. "I can say with some certainty that if you woke a lord from the reign of Arlan the First Durrandon from his grave he wouldn't be able to tell you much of use about the Stormlands."
"They might provide a fascinating perspective on the time of the Dragonlords from the outside, maybe even old Yi Tish magic," you muse. "Still, to return them to life would be no small feat..." you look to Lya.
"I would be willing to try, to see if it can be done if nothing else. It might help Lady Saenena in her far more difficult task..." Lya trails off, her gaze lost in the distance also. "Perhaps we can finally make some use of the gear mechanisms we learned in Volantis."
"They might not consider that to be life," Malarys cautions.
Lya only shrugs: "Then they can take the opportunity to work towards something they
would count as life, which is more of a chance than they would get sealed in those talismans with infernal magic." Seeing surprise on many faces all around, not least your own, she explains: "It is more of a chance then most get and well... we don't really
know them do we. Going into a project with no purpose other than doing them the most good risks the opportunity of so many other things we could be doing to improve the lives of hundreds of thousands, if not millions."
"So they will not share any further information unless they are restored to some semblance of life?" you bring the discussion back to practicalities.
"No, they know that is their only bargaining token," Lya answers.
What do you do?
[] Try to persuade the dead Yi Tish bureaucrats to share more of what they know
-[] By restoring them to life or some facsimile thereof (Write in)
-[] By appealing to them directly (Write in reasoning)
[] Leave them be, you have all the information you need, time to see to the expedition proper
-[] Write in composition
[] Write in
OOC: Sorry this took so long, the Yi Ti notes were just a list of updating numbers with practically no fluff, which obviously had to change now that you are looking to interact with them.