In Light by Shadows Shown
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
You briefly consider asking for privacy, but as most of what you have to share are warnings you decide that it would be best for the whole of the court to hear. The last thing you would wish to do is craft a path for that
Thing you had faced to worm its way into the heart of the Braavosi court. "The canker you have felt is most likely a remnant of the Empire of Dawn, a realm all but forgotten by mortals, though I will gladly share what little lore of it is recalled. How much of this is true history and how much fanciful tale I cannot say for certain."
The court is by turns fascinated, amused, and finally frightened as you move on from the legends of men to what you have learned of the deathless Rakshasa ever obedient to their master's will, bound in chains so mighty that even an attempt to summon the least of them had brought you into conflict with the malevolence called 'the Bloodstone Emperor.' "I proved the stronger in the end and freed the spirit now my vassal. If you would know more of what he does I am wiling to set him the task of speaking to you for a set period of time and as long as he is willing."
The king frowns: "One would assume his willingness were established beforehand, yes?"
"Of course," you answer, more startled than insulted at the implication. "I do not seek to cheat you."
"I did not assume you would, Dragon King, but you were born a mortal and the minds of mortals are strange things indeed," he replies, much to your carefully hidden amusement. How many times had men thought this of the Fey after all.
"Fairly said," you nod instead. "It will be established beforehand what Tor wishes to say and what he does not." It still feels strange and disquieting to use the name of your old ally turned enemy for the being that had stolen a portion to his memories, but you push the sensation aside. There are far more important matters at stake. "Now, what can you tell me of the Court of Stars?"
In answer the king rises from his seat and casts a handful of glowing dust into the air. There it hangs, beginning to spin gently around a central point. "Tales illuminate the Void of Being as star-fire illuminates that of Form. In one as in the other all things spin inwards upon themselves, and in so doing light is born that stretches seeking into the blackness." As he speaks a point of brilliant white flares in the center of the small cloud, and the rest of the dust forms a flat disc around it spinning faster and faster. "Thus are shadows born ever upon the edge, thus the rooted ones, the green-blood, are spun forth as a sphere looking ever to the light but never falling inwards."
Some of the dust had clumped together in spheres, turning round and round while the rest had thinned to stray wisps.
"So the Court of Stars is the light at the center?" Garin guesses.
"Yes, it is the desire of all tales to flow into one another into one all consuming point..." Pale lips twist into a grimace. "A god."
"But the system is not crashing inwards," you note trying to grasp the metaphor that is itself the literal truth of the fey. "It won't ever happen."
"No, and in this balance light serves its purpose—illuminating the whole, giving purpose and motion—but it also burns if one reaches too close." He pauses for a moment as though pondering the wisdom of continuing. "The mortals of the land called the Reach have stared too long into the light. If they do not avert their gazes then they will be filled with it as a vessel of glass and only through its will shall they be moved. Mistake me not, Dragon King, I do not speak of simple enchantment that the countless of my court can work on any single mortal, but rather of a realm where the veil between Form and Meaning thins as it had in the Days of Dawn. I have seen much of mortals of late, and I would judge that few of them would truly wish to
live in their tales, no matter how pleasing to the ear."
"What sort of tales?" you ask, intrigued. You had not thought the darkling king would know so much of what is happening a thousand leagues and more away, but he did call himself a trader in secrets.
"One of grace and chivalry, righteous knights and beauteous maidens—a fortress and a stage all at once, a play in which mortals would have less room to improvise than they usually do."
A fairy tale land, you realize, a chill going down your spine.
A literal godsdamned fairy tale land imposed by godlike power, a web spun of the very dreams of its inhabitants. There are worse fates in this world, powers truly malignant rather than merely strange, but the fey must be tempered, constrained by law and oath, perhaps as much for their own sake as that of mortals. The image wrought of dust and spell-fire still turns before you. They do not wish to fall inwards, but left to their own devices unopposed they might in time... a great deal of time, granted.
"What can you tell me of the slumbering king, the queen upon her throne?" you press on.
"Of that I have heard but a little, for none of my own servants dare venture close to gaze upon either," replies the pallid king. "Still, the same courtesies that served you here will do so there, and remember there are also many who would be willing to help you ascent a staircase made of their own rivals' heads."
"That much mortals and immortals have in common, my lord," Garin jests.
Speaking of rivals and the weapons they might use... Making use of Varys' talents, you silently ask the king if he still holds your shadow or whatever was wrought of it.
Much to your relief he does, but the price he asks for in return surprises you.
"A dragon's egg. What would he even do with one?" you ask, trusting Varys not to carry along the incredulity.
"Not an ordinary stupid dragon, a shadow wyrm's egg as can be found in the deeper realms of dusk," she replies after a few moments.
"He wishes to possess a mighty mount that none might lightly challenge him in the air. He would raise it from a hatching to be more ally than beast of burden."
A fey prince might manage it you suppose, but you would not bet anything of worth upon it.
"What if I just made or found some other creature just as fierce and regal?" you ask.
Fortunately the Orphne King is willing to listen, to that or any other offer you might be inclined to make by virtue of both your power and your past aid given to his court.
What do you offer for your shadow?
[] Accept seeking Shadow Dragon eggs
[] Make a counter offer
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OOC: You guys can also freely make an offer for the Unraveling and wards. There is no reason he has to make the first offer. Remember the fey like interesting and unique gifts, things that enhance their personal tales.