The Ordering of Faith
Twenty Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
From He'Nekar, you head west, but not as far west as you had come, only to Volantis the Great, newest and, according to those who live here, grandest part of your realm. While you would not go so far as to agree with the point in all matters, the city does hold much more that is remarkable, not least in the arcane arts. The Mysterium had been sharing its lore since the first day after the proclamation of the city's acceptance of your crown and laws, but the Red Priests had been more hesitant, for they had already sworn themselves no another Lord long before your dominions had come to these shores. You have much to say to them, and hopefully to Him also.
Given your purpose here, you are not the least surprised to find Lya joining you, though Ser Richard you had not expected. "I remember that first journey to Lys as well as you do, Your Grace," the knight points out.
"Ah... poor Haldon, he was in dreadful straights," you shake your head. "I doubt any communication will resemble that. I understand the R'hllor a fair bit more than I did then."
In ways that would be rather awkward to admit to some of His priests, you think but do not say. "And I hope He knows us all better for our works, not least here in Volantis."
Unlike in He'Nekar, you enter the Great Temple wearing your own face, for its myriad doors and hidden ways allow you to do so discretely and without disrupting service or devotions. Those doors open the way to a labyrinth of corridors complex enough that you feel you might need a Wayfinder or other magic to manage it without a guide.
Thankfully the guide, a tall somewhat taciturn Lorathi with the fading brand of slavery upon his cheek, treats you with the expected courtesy due a king and nothing more. As you pass a group of young women wearing flame shaped silver bells, Lya breaks the silence in surprise, "That is still happening?"
"They are not slaves, but yes, some of the temple courtesans have remained in service of the Lord of Light after they have been freed. Many more have come seeking employment. They trust the Flame Keeper far more than they do brothel keepers that not so long ago made use of the whip or the threat of withholding food to obtain their compliance."
"What of those who left?" you press. Many of the Fiery Hand had joined the Legion and some of them have risen quite high, but it had not occurred to you to ponder what had happened to those who were sworn to the Red God in other ways.
"Most sought their fortunes in other ports. It is..." the man hesitates. "Not shameful, of course, for them to set aside their vows when the law of the land has shifted to allow them to seek new paths in life, but it was unprecedented. I am afraid there was some mockery from those who do not like all the changes, and the women were easy targets. Those who left were given silver and a blessing by the Flame Keeper, just as we would do with any priest who finds that he does not have the vocation to serve the Lord of Light in that way."
Part of you wants to probe further, but you know that no matter how powerful you become you are unlikely to slay the demon of malicious gossip. You are content that matters had been settled amiably, and as for present agreements, while you can imagine quite a few septons railing against a temple that also serves as an accredited brothel, you have no reason to meddle in either worship or business.
"Ah... here we are," your guide knocks on a familiar door and you find yourself once more in the austere quarters of Flame Keeper Benero.
The priest greets you graciously, but also with a genuine smile for your company. Still, there is only so much time for pleasantries and you must soon come to the reason for your visit.
"Article Three," the old priest sighs before giving the quote. "To hold fealty to the Scholarum above petty partisan interests and never willfully work against its interests." With a shake of the head, he adds. "I do wish the language were less abrupt. It has caused some trouble among the Keepers of Records. We who keep alive the Flame of Our Lord consider his will neither petty nor partizan, for it is the concern of all men, but I understand the spirit of it and I am convinced the Lord of Light does also. The concern I have with the matter is more practical. Much of the magical lore we keep here in Volantis is meant to be used by those who have been inducted into the priesthood. It would be perilous to call upon them as they are for those not inducted. I have no doubt that there is much to be learned from it by those with the inclination and the skill," here he nods to Lya.
"But you would rather not share them with the Scholarum at large?" you prompt. You can certainly sympathize with the point. They have been guarding this lore for centuries, and to the responsibility of any reasonable mage to preserve his fellow man, they must consider their responsibilities to their god. That said, you would very much prefer to have the books available, both because there are many others besides Lya whom you suspect could benefit from the lore and because you do not wish to set a precedent of censoring knowledge, sight unseen.
"Nothing so drastic," Benero replies. "I wish to send an observer to Sorcerer's Deep, an invested priest and skilled sorcerer in his own right, whose role it would be to advise on matters of borrowing or otherwise making use of the ritual lore. Nothing would be binding upon the Scholarum as a whole, of course, only consultation."
What do you reply?
[] Accept
[] Refuse
-[] Write in reasoning
[] Offer a counter-proposal
-[] Write in
OOC: Benero is in a rather delicate position here because, apart from the Record Keepers being less than enthused with the idea, the lore he was asked to share comes with the very real possibility of divine smiting if misused, like someone figuring 'sympathetic connection to R'hllor, I'm going to try to leech his power'. Not yet edited.