A Shadow Upon the South
Twelfth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"The two of you are close enough to my sister to know that I certainly did not like to involve her in these matters at her age. She had no choice back then, for the world didn't want to leave her out of it, but you two have," you answer to test their resolve.
"We all have our choices, to do evil, good, or simply to do nothing," Ysilla replies slowly, obviously reciting a long considered reasoning. "Kyla and me... we want to do the
right thing, and the first part of that is not sitting around for the grass to grow between your toes."
This was a lot easier with Valaena. She at least has a squires' years, but eight is far too young to be facing the darkness of the world weapon in hand, they have no dragon dreams to arm and armor them against the horrors they may face.
Yet even lord Royce asked you to teach his daughter to protect herself and teaching is what these two need. "Fine then, but I will not give you any work without ensuring that you are ready for it. Glyra has been tasked to provide some fun and games during the upcoming festival in the cities of the realm. You will go with her and work under her. I will leave it up to her what you two will be doing and I will read her report on your performance afterwards." Here you let a brief silence fall and shake your head. "Rest assured that reading Glyras' chicken scratch, delivered on a torn grain sack, is a great sacrifice I make for the two of you."
"I didn't know Glyra could write," Kyla interjects. "What kind of stuff do you think she will have us doing?"
"I would not dare to guess the mind of a fey with any surety, much less that one. The best I can say is that it will probably be entertaining... for her at least." Here you pause again, but the two are still straight-backed and resolute as they look up at you. Thus you continue: "If her assessment is positive, you will train with the Inquisition here in the Deep for a while. This is in
addition to your other studies and you will attend while disguised. Should you be found out or the trainers deem you unready for the work, we will table this until you have grown some more. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, Your Grace," they answer almost at once. Twin smiles burst onto their features, eyes glinting with joy such that you have to take a moment to strangle back the urge to tell them you've changed your mind. Likely enough if you had chanced upon a looking glass in those first hectic weeks and months in Braavos you might have seen some shadow of that lighthearted excitement in your own gaze before setting out.
As they leave you make a mental note to speak to the Inquisition Commissar in the Deep, to make it clear that you are expecting detailed reports and no molly-coddling. They will have to earn their approval, more so then any other recruit. The trainers are to pressure them both physically and mentally, to make sure that they can actually do this. You would rather deal with their disappointment at being flunked out of the course then the results of them risking their lives for playing at being heroes.
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Twelfth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
By the time the influx of coin for Golden Fields has all been accounted for a little more than a third of the company stocks had passed out of your hands in exchange for lands that will give it a much appreciated help in its primary purpose of helping to fill the old Rhoynar lands and make them prosperous.
Golden Fields Size increased by 1
35% of Golden Fields Stock sold
As morning gives way to noon you briefly consider eating, but with Dany and your mother out of the keep and the remainder of your friends likely as engrossed in their own projects as you are you decide to instead take the opportunity to forge more spellsteel as the stocks are dwindling and you have need great need of them for your many projects.
Gained 800 lb of Valyrian steel
Lost 1 Gargantuan Fiendish spider
It later seems almost as though perhaps the creatures' death-screech had summoned grim news from the south for Wyla finds you with grim tidings. She had left a far-speaking stone with her steward in Naath, mostly with a mind to reporting any problems in raising the Scholarum research outpost. However, while work on the project continues apace it is becoming increasingly clear that some new horror had come to Naath.
Establish Scholarium Outpost (Naath) Progress: 16/20
"Whatever this thing is it comes at night and it can likely fly, judging from the lack of a trail to follow," Wyla begins her account. "Dozens of goats had been found savaged in their pens but the news did not make it past the headmen until children started going missing, vanished from their beds. When I tried scrying them the spell was stillborn."
"So then they are dead," you sigh.
So much for the safe world you were promising Kyla and Ysilla. "Are there any accounts of this thing?"
"Nothing more tangible than hearsay and rumor, and of course rumor being what it is tales of evil magic are beginning to spread." Wyla grimaces. You can read a shadow of guilt mixed in with the frustration. It was not so long ago that she had been a blood-drinking hunter of the night. True she had fed on raiders over the locals but mostly from simple practicality.
"Are there any local legends about such a thing?" you ask without much hope. It would have been one of the first things you would have checked and you can hardly image Wyla not asking.
"Nothing," she confirms. "I asked the elders in all the villages and no one had an answer. Perhaps it is a newcomer from the south, either newly woken or something that would not have survived beyond the shores of Sothoryos that now finds the world open to it."
How do you deal with the child snatcher of Naath?
[] Let Wyla return to handle the matter (-1d6 progress for Myr inquisition base)
[] Send someone else
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OOC: Well this was going to happen eventually, though it is a little unusual that it was Naath that got unlucky on the monster dice and not the Basilisk Isles which are closer.