Shadow and Ink
Twenty-Third Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Given how little you know of Ser Renly's origins, much less whatever power may have set him upon the world, you chose to summon the Orphne King forth rather than travel into his fastness. The shadows thicken and take form as the crownless king steps forth, his searching gaze passing in turn upon you and the knight in green. "You have grown, Your Grace."
"I have, yes," you reply, a touch startled by the insight, into the dream of flame and the knowledge you gained by its light.
Did he see as deeply into the true nature of the man standing besides you? "This is Ser Renly, a Changeling who discovered his nature by chance and now wishes to venture into the Feywild to learn the fate of the boy he replaced years ago."
"Why?" the Lord of the Shadow Fey asks, his voice revealing no judgement of the matter.
"Because I remember his life and I do not think he would have abandoned it unless he was deceived," the knight replied. "I would set right the injustice to which I was made party to."
"A grand ambition," the Orphne Fey muses, causing the magelights to flicker blue like candles in the wind as he moves through the room. "Is it your will, Your Grace, that I aid in this?"
You nod. Little as you may care for Renly Baratheon for his own sake, you know the Fey Knight will not be at peace until he has found his counterpart and learned the secret of his birth. "Yes, with guides who know the paths of the Feywild and can navigate whatever pitfalls might present themselves."
"Wise you are to know that shadows make better guides than light." A faint smile flashes across his pale face. A moment later he is gone, not even a whisper in the air to mark his passage.
Ser Renly sinks back into his seat. "Is he always so cryptic?"
"It is his nature," Dany replies softly.
The knight does not speak his next question, but it is writ clear upon his face.
What then is my nature? To that you have no answer, but you are certain he will keep looking until he finds it.
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That afternoon you find yourself before a decision that concerns not kings, mortals, or Fey, but the common people of Westeros, enchantments of Truespeech upon arcane hardened parchment. The works of Angels and artificers had seen to it that any who set eyes upon the messages will understand what is written upon them to the letter, but the question remains of what shall you say and who shall you say it to?
You certainly do not lack for secrets to make use of, but this is not the moment to use the greatest of them. In the end the smallfolk no less than lords and ladies wish to know their children safe and their future secured, and while Robert Baratheon slouches upon the Iron Throne and Tywin Lannister spins strands of gold and lies they shall never be. Beyond that, however, there are other concerns to address, from the acceptance of mages to explaining esoteric threats and what can be done to protect oneself against them. The Lannisters had sent letters to the lords. You would send a message to all of Westeros.
What pamphlets do you scatter over Westeros and where do you deliver them?
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OOC: You guys can assume the distribution has already begun, this is just the opportunity to semi-retroactively decide the details.