Tales Upon a Thousand Paths
Twentieth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Kyla Fairwind's favorite part of Sorcerer's Deep wasn't the tower hidden in its own shadow or the godswoods filled with the magic and mystery of the green growing things. It wasn't even the planar terminus from which strange caravans filled with otherworldly treasures flowed, though that was a close second. Her favorite place in Sorcerer's Deep was the market at its center where one could find traders from all across the world, from the steaming jungles of Naath to the far North where Weirwoods grew wild, from the windswept Iron Isles staring at the vastness of the Western Sea to Yi Ti where the great fleet would be heading out at the festival's end. Never had she seen the market more alive and vibrant as though the city's heart was racing with excitement, a perfect place for curious children and
others who might share their guise.
"Come on, there's a big auctioning of magic talismans today, and with so many Volantene and Braavosi ships in port it should be
really good," she called behind her.
Arwyn Frey and Marianne Vance had been a little hesitant to go out into the market, especially when they discovered that some of their companions would not be real children at all but Glyra's kin playing the part, but the lure of so many interesting things to buy had drawn them out. They had never even been to anything bigger than a village fair which to Kyla, a daughter of Braavos' crowded waterways, sounded sad. Always cooped up in those big stone piles surrounded by the same faces day in and day out. She would have gone crazy in a fortnight.
Looking back, she noticed Marianne had stopped to look at an Azer smith crafting gold and silver on the spot into wondrous and fanciful shapes, molding the cooling metal sometimes with tools and other times with his fingers like a potter working clay. "Do you want one?" she asked, reaching for her coin pouch.
"Umm..." the older girl's ears turned red. "You don't have to."
"I want to," Kyla said firmly. "What kind?"
So did they wander those paths at once familiar and vastly strange, seeing the workings of a thousand lands and hearing tales from the length and breadth of the world.
Rumors of Westeros:
Thunderous Faith: Septon Dondar of Weeping Town, a man of much spirit known for preaching in the less affluent parts of the town, had been arrested by the local armsmen for spreading what is starting to be called the 'Particularist Heresy' by the clergy in King's Landing, for its emphasis on the personal responsibility of each septon to lead their congregation and for each man or woman to choose their septon. So far Dondar's followers have only been responsible for sporadic attacks on the armsmen of House Whitehead, though many fear it might escalate to rioting if the renegade septon is killed.
The Miracle of Crakehall: Angels descended upon Crakehall to slay the foul spawn of the depths which had taken root unseen among its people, and in their midst stood the Father's own Champion with his band of miracle workers. Yet even such wonder was darkened by the sins of a fallen world. A thief in a maester's grey garb stole tomes of great worth from Lucan's keeping while he conversed with Lord Roland Crakehall, some say even tempting away one of his followers to foul apostasy.
A Gathering of Wargs and Witches: Lord Eddard Stark is the latest high lord to petition the crown for permission to train his own sorcerers. Cunning men and hedge witches from the Mountain Clans and the Neck are said to have already begun to make their way to Winterfell as few doubt the king will not grant the request, even with the current tensions.
Trout's Woes: With more and more hedge knights and warriors flocking to the banner of the brazen brigands in the Riverlands, it is becoming clear Hoster Tully would be hard-pressed to stand against a rising of the Houses still loyal to the Dragons. Many in his court speak of a Lannister bride for Edmure Tully, but the old lord seems hesitant to bind the fates of his House to the West when Tywin Lannister has so little to show for his efforts. It is even rumored that he privately asked a Westerlander envoy: "Where are
your dragons?"
Rumors of Essos:
Mirrors and Marvels: The erection of the silvered mirrors looking in on the Grand Festival of Sorcerer's Deep seems to have captured the imagination of half the continent, leading to a surge of support for the Dragon King and his works, even as his foes scramble to discredit the mirrors by any and all means, from tales that they show only what he wants them to and even to claiming that they steal men's souls and make them serve his whims. Thankfully such rumors seem to spark more amusement than weariness among the people of the kingdom, though they might yet find more fertile ground beyond.
Rise of the Three Princes: The Harvest Prince, the Fisher Prince, and the Prince of the Streets have long since been relegated to being little more than props in the games of the council of magisters in Lorath. Yet none thought it needful to repeal ancient laws that held the power of the Princes above that of the council in times of strife. Through a combination of riots led by the Red Faith and a midnight vote by a handful of conspirators in the council, the power has been restored to that ancient triumvirate and whatever factions baked this bold coup.
On Fields of Gold: For centuries the ruined lands of the Rhoynar has been the abode of brigands, exiles, and river pirates, ruled over by petty 'kings' whose rule stretched not two days walk from their crude forts. Now farmers flood the land, breaking new ground to the plow under the Dragon's banner. Volantis is surprisingly quiet on the matter. There is even talk of burgeoning trade between the colonists. Some begin to whisper that there might be some understanding between the Dragon in the Deep and the Sorcerer Lord of Volantis.
Rumors from the Otherworld:
One Thousand Blades of Flame: The Brazen Throne has let loose its corsair fleet on Djinn merchants, hoping to either cripple their war effort or even have the Skyholds lose their taste for war. As a secondary consequence of this, Sorcerer's Deep and the Realm of Balance have become somewhat more attractive to Djinn traders.
Broken Fist: An attempted insurrection of Fire Giants, likely fomented by agents of the Opaline Court, has been thwarted, the leaders executed in ways so gruesome as to draw the admiration of Devils. Even so, knowledge that such a thing went so far has sown a seed of fear in the hearts of the Sultan's enforcers.
Grinding Stone: Invigorated by their new allies, the legions of the Opaline Throne make slow but unrelenting progress on, pushing the Efreeti from fortified strongholds they have held for centuries. The sudden glut of slaves obtained has led to a surge in the manumission of existing trusted servants.
OOC: As you can imagine the Frey girls are still quietly wondering if this is all a dream.