That Winter's Heart Might Thaw
Twenty-Fifth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
The wolf-kin sorcerer snaps in annoyance at Embra's presence, looking like he would very much wish to interject tales of just how dangerous sellsword's work might be, while the giant leans on his axe, his disgruntled gaze passing over the heads of the two highborn Djinn to bore into the back wall of the tavern. Both keep their peace, however, waiting for your reply.
Lost 10,400 IM
"Do not for a moment think that we do not value your aid in peace and in war, my lady, nor that we doubt your courage," you begin truthfully, though keeping back that you doubt her ability to fight in this battle without provoking a diplomatic incident by the use of wishcraft.
"I can hear the 'but' already," Embra sighs, trying and failing to keep the frustration from her voice. "'We are all here concerned for your safety, not because we think little of you, but because we think much, you are a friend, or at least so I feel towards you.'"
"I was going to say 'however'," you reply, flashing a smile, that does less good than it might have but still better than nothing.
"That's why I want to help," the young woman points out, her bright blue eyes darkening to the shade of the sky at twilight. "Can I not wish to see you safe? To make the world a better? If it makes me a fool to ask to go to war expecting no payment, then fine. I hereby ask for one Vermilion Banknote as my price," she finishes, naming the very smallest division of Djinn Windsilk Notes.
Cryl laughs, though the sound is more appreciative than mocking, while Ser Richard looks approving, though he tries to keep it off his face so as not to make your task any harder.
It is Lya, however, who speaks up next: "You know there's nothing to say aid in battle is inherently more worthy than any other. That is a truth I have struggled for a long time given my skills are as much turned to making as to destruction, and I had long thought that to utter slow spells over wood and steel was lesser than the rush of battle. Your words in the mirror's eye were worth a great deal to very many far and wide across the breadth of Essos."
For long moment Embra is silent, looking down at her own hands, then shaking her head. "I know. It's just that everything that needs to be done is so unimaginably huge, and that sort of thinking makes me feel like I'm nothing more than a cog in some great mechanism, that I just have to take on faith someone is doing something."
Hajar Rebys' gaze softens as he looks at his daughter. "Why do you think I became as I am now?" he asks with a melancholic smile. "I too wished to know for certain that the ends of my work were worthwhile, for the betterment of the realm and all those of good will."
Embra takes her father's hand, surprise and sympathy writ clear upon her face. "Alright, I understand." A few moments later a light of humor returns to her eye as she adds: "So does that mean I should become a spy, too?"
"There are worse tasks to take up, certainly," the Vizier of the Whispering Winds says, a fond smile briefly shining through his diplomat's mask.
Yet though Embra chooses to remain in the city there is another friend you would bring back with you to aid in the battle to come. Rather than traveling to the towers of the Djinn cryomancers, remote and warded as they must out of necessity due to their great use in war, Rina herself is brought back to Armun Kelisk by the same paths she had taken before.
"Good day, Your Grace," she greets you cheerfully as she enters the private parlor, looking a good bit more at ease than when you had left her here, her mantle of power more a chilly breeze than icy gusts, her smile wide. Being here seems to have helped her find more joy within herself. She bears in hand a box of samples, seeds, flowers, and fruits of various plants most enduring to the touch of frost. "I can be off at once since I'm no longer needed to deal with the heart..."
Gained samples of Frost Resistant Flora
"Good news I hope?" Lya asks curiously as she takes the box.
Before Rina can reply an improbable but somehow oddly charming
creature born of a mingling of rabbit, cat, stag, and swan perches itself on her shoulder, giving off a sound that begins as a growl and ends in a sort of trill.
"I'll tell them about you. Don't worry, Alyn," Rina says, amused by her diminutive companion. She goes on to explain that the Djinn mages' studies of the Heart of Winter have been focused on discovering if Other-touched magic could be purified and safely made use of. To that end they had used Rina's lore to try and track down other signs of Winter, of which Alyn is strangely one, having been drawn from the stock of the blood-crazed Perytons.
Through the studies of such remnants as well as Rina's own lore and even direct probing of the Heart, under the strongest of wards, the cryomancers had gained some understanding of how the Heart might be made safe without sacrificing any portion of its power in the process, though the solution is not the most convenient...
"We would have to make a white dragon?" Part of you wonders why you should even hesitate. Already you have three True Dragons under your banners, what is one more? You have Lady Saenena's notes, and for that matter the aid of the lady herself.
"Not necessarily, only something of that scale color, of that
breed, to resonate with the natural power of winter and claim it from Them," Rina explains.
Cryomancer Notes received: Hearts of Winter can be made safe in the hands of a True White Dragon, a White Draconian, White Dragonwrought Kobold, or other derived draconic species. Further studies may unlock means of safely removing the taint from the Winterborn (more samples required)
That would be more manageable certainly, and more likely to be of use before Night falls in earnest, for such breeds mature swifter than True Dragons... As you realize that you are already seriously considering the prospect, you have to struggle to keep back a laugh at the prospect of returning so much of dragons and their kin to the world in defiance rather than supplication of She who so desires it. For now, however, it is to the Brazen Throne you turn your attention to, not Tiamat the Many-Hued.
How do you take on the adamantine convoy?
[] First scout it to learn what you can of their numbers, strengths, and weaknesses
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[] Conjure Cinder Rain or a Shard Storm and attack under its cover
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OOC: I obviously need to know who you will take with you for the fight. The above options exist as a reminder of plans that have been discussed in the thread already.