Twice Lost Legacy
Twenty-Eighth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"Secrets for secrets seem a fair bargain," you answer after a moment.
And one you have been doing often of late, you realize remembering your bargain with the Orphne King. Gone are the days you had to scrape together gold from being a sell-spell or barter fiercely for every scrap of magic, but knowledge shall never lose its shine. "I wish for the historical lore of Valyria, Sarnor, Braavos, and the world in general—rare texts that might have been lost in other less well-guarded repositories."
The assassin nods, satisfied. "A bargain, then. May it be the first of many."
As he looks ready to rise from the table you interject: "There is something else I would know—the tablet's history and what you have already attempted to discover its secrets. Wasting my time on avenues of research which have already been exhausted or proven fruitless serves neither of us." Though your tone is still perfectly courteous, you make it clear that 'Master Liu' greatly dislikes such a waste of his time. "I will not divulge any sources you reveal of course," you assure him, truthfully at least as far as anything you told him is so.
"We attempted to have it read with sorcery as you yourself did just now," Dorren replies, having recognized your spell, or perhaps simply guessed from the moment of concentration. "There is also no curse upon it, though that was not a recent working, and here we come to how the tablet came into the possession of the House of Black and White. It was once held in the possession of a foreign mage named Saher who practiced his craft in Braavos some three centuries ago at the zenith of the Century of Blood. This sorcerer rose higher than most did by his arts for he was skilled indeed by the measure of the time. He came to serve Xempris Semporis in the last years of his life..."
You know that name, you realize with a start. Though you have not heard it in three years, not even in three centuries would you have forgotten the name of the man who once owned Lily House, the man whose accursed legacy you saved Kyla and Jorel from when your magic was little more than a spark in the dark.
When Dorren explains that the sorcerer who once held the tablet was supposedly of Mossovy you nod along, your interest no less sharp for having guessed as much. Apparently his necromantic workings had not gone unnoticed by the Faceless and he had been granted their 'Gift' for his troubles. Amid all the talismans and fetishes burned, the ritual tools bent and broken, the tablet was by far the strangest and seemingly the oldest, for though Saher had placed a curse upon the tablet to keep it from the hands of others he had also locked it away from himself, seemingly almost fearful of it, or perhaps haunted by some dreadful guilt.
Though the Faceless are not common thieves to steal from their victims, the assassin who ended Saher's life decided that the tablet was too perilous to allow into other hands, but also too precious to destroy. Once the withering curse had been removed from it the tablet had been forgotten in the vaults of the House of Black and White, only to be rediscovered recently with the rising tides of magic. As with all ancient things that still bore magic the Faceless had sought to divine their purpose, likely through magic of their own for you have never heard Alysande mention offering such services to the assassins and you cannot imagine the secretive order choosing to avail themselves to the services of the fey.
The portents regarding the tablet were murky, no more than what he had told you before, that it was counting down to some ill-favored moment and that it had been doing so for many ages of the world.
You say your farewells to the Faceless Man and, spell of distraction broken, you leave the tavern already richer in knowledge than when you had entered, though richer still in questions.
At least you know where to begin, even if it is with the lore of one of the most distant and least visited realms in all the world.
What do you do next?
[] Watch one of the team fights
-[] Write in which
[] Speak to one of your guests
-[] Write in which
[] Write in
OOC: Another short part, but that was more or less inevitable since this is the natural end point of the action.