The Roots of Divinity
Thirteenth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
In the end you travel no further than a darkened room where you can meditate upon the twice echoing voice of Bloodraven carried through the puppet-body. You find him at first quite frustrated with something, though when he hears the purpose of your call a mental sigh travels through the ethereal thread of power:
"The queen is growing more frantic by the day with news from the east, news of the tourney seems to have broken the shell of disdain she has been carefully been insulating herself with for years. The woman is the worst sort of fool, one convinced of her own genius."
"That could serve us in the end," you note.
"Much like a serpent in a box she will serve for a moment, but be troublesome for all the ones before," he answers with a mental sigh.
Not having anything you can help with from so faraway, not any advice worth giving without spending far more time than you can afford listening to an account of the Usurper's court, you ask instead what his opinion of the High Septon and his envoy is as well as anything else he might have heard of the other important players of the Conclave.
The answers are by turn hopeful and troubling, the High Septon is a man of deep faith whose animosity towards you seems to be wholly genuine and rooted in that very fact. There are no vices to exploit, but neither does he seem overly impressed by calls for peace and reason. His alliance with the Lannisters while still uneasy at its core had been tested and found sound enough times that he will not be easily turned from their side. It seems more and more likely that he will have to be killed when you take King's Landing, or perhaps before it as an assassination if you can conceive of a way to have the blame land elsewhere.
By contrast Most Devout Septa Aglantine is a woman known more for sternness than eloquence, whose grip on her faction might all too easily slip to one as gifted as Most Devout Septon Kyle. The two have known each other for years and from Bloodraven's animatedly indirect accounts of that feud Kyle had won most of the confrontations.
Of the others he has less to say, Maer is likely to shed some support from Vale septons who might feel less inclined to stern piety away from the eyes of their flock, and as to brother Lucan the Last Greenseer has but a single warning to give,
he is still alive, the first and only Chosen of the Father since the Seven have begun moving in the world.
"It will be a relief to me when he finally breathes his last, he has been a troubling distraction from deeper things."
Of deeper things indeed you speak then, first of which the mechanism given to you by the Faceless Man the Old Gods know nothing about for the stars are strange to them and wheels even more so, but Brynden Rivers can guess at least a little.
"Your notion is fair, Your Grace, it likely counts the moments until Nightfall, if not to the last than at least until the coming of some celestial herald, perhaps a Wandering Star. I would be interested to know who could make such a clock that would turn even with the fading of magic."
From there he moves on to the matter of god-birth, or from your perceptive, god crafting. The birth of the Old Gods lies with the Fey, particularly with the lost kindred of Fey who were to the Singers what Dragons are to the Dragonborn, they who were closest to the earth and loved it deeply, who knowingly abandoned eternity for the birthing-and-becoming of mortals. To craft a god then as the Green Dream was wrought one must bridge the gap between the eternal and the transient, and upon that bridge add branch after branch and leaf after leaf. Thus you discover that every Heart Tree is a small crossing of ley lines, every root a narrow stream. To imitate the process you would first have to find a substance as conductive to the powers of your working as Weirwoods are to the powers of nature.
God-Crafting Lore Gained [Research Branch Unlocked]
On the matter of quantifying the power the Old Gods receive from acts of sacrifice and the slow growth of Heart Trees Bloodraven is less specific simply because there is no single answer for him to hear, no absolute value that one can mark down on parchment like a clerk at his books. Generally speaking those sacrifices the Old Gods hold in highest regard are also the ones that empower them the most, and the heady rush of sacrifice is far more swiftly used than that which flows naturally through the ley lines.
"If I had only the sluggish power of the earth to call on when restoring your mother than it would have been nine years not nine heartbeats for the spell to work," he explains.
"That does not mean that power is lesser. By its might islands had been sunk and mountains carved, such as it was when the Hammer of Waters fell. Blood-wrought power was only the first note to wake a sleeping giant."
One final question you have of your communion, one Dany had asked you to pass along: if one might turn a divine avatar into an eternal wound in the body of its maker, through which might its power be drained? Which god, or rather goddess your sister, is considering for such a fate is obvious to both of you.
"Yes..." the answer is slow in coming.
"I must warn, however, that such a thing would be extraordinarily perilous. The god in question would have to have a enduring connection to the broken avatar, with connections comes influence."
"Thank you and farewell, Lord Bloodraven," you send back with warm sincerity.
"And to you good hunting, Your Grace," he answers with a flash of humor and approval in the words.
***
As you leave to Lymond's Watch in the guise of Dywen you lay such thoughts aside as a knight might set aside his sword and shield, for he is above all else a man of peace, neither warrior or spy but a humble traveler. A touch too humble for Septon Kyle's townhouse at least at first for the footman at the door almost refuses to even consider that you might have been invited to such an august event, but in the end the hurdle is passed leaving you to walk among the guests, mostly Reacher godsworn, entertained in the manner of nobility, though with more of a scholarly bent than a martial one.
What do you focus on?
[] Trying to gain the support of as many godsworn as you can
[] Just get your invitation
[] Attempt to subtly undermine Kyle's position with hints of his true purpose
[] Write in
OOC: If something was unclear in Bloodraven's answers I can just clarify out of character since you do have a semi-constant line to him.