Against the Lords Ethereal
Twenty Fifth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
"The path before us seems straightforward then..." you offer a rueful smile. "Or at least as straightforward as can be when dealing with intrigues and magic strange to us all. We aught to send teams next month to investigate the effects of the pacts and how they are connected. For the lords that rejected the bargain, it would make sense to at least propose an alliance, though it might prove difficult in some quarters, such as with the young lord Meadows..."
"Think the trouble's 'lord' not 'young' there," Vee grumbles, drawing a snicker from Glyra and smiles from a few of the other less formal guests.
"Regardless, we should also speak to the lords that are currently in talks with the Court of Stars to ensure they go no further..."
This time it is Shara who interrupts on a more substantive point, though sounding a touch hesitant to speak up in such exalted company. "For the Houses we know to be in talks right now we should probably keep constant divination watch and be ready to send teams out at once. We don't know if the Court of Stars will offer us the courtesy of waiting for next month."
"Of course," you nod towards Svitran. "We have the means to keep an even closer watch than the House of Mirrors allows and for this we should use it."
"Wise." The mind voice is mostly the priest's, though you can hear the echo of a distant hiss over still waters in it.
"On to the second matter then, that of removing the agents of the Court of Stars from the board," you once more open the discussion to the room at large.
"I do not think any of us here are ignorant of the simple weaknesses of the fey, vulnerability to cold iron or eyes sharp enough to pierce glamors," Zherys begins. "But what I have found in the battles against Ymeri's servants is that given two options to achieve their ends, most fey spirits will favor that which breeds drama. They wish to be seen, to be heard of, to be known. Even among those who veil the particulars of their deeds," here me motioned respectfully to the Orphne Lord, "will still leave behind some trace for discerning minds. Thus, simply leaving agents in place near or preferably in the seats of lords likely to be contacted by the Court of Stars would allow the direction of other forces to deal with them, with violence as easily as with words."
"My own subjects are particularly adept at assassinating agents of the Bright Court," the lord of the Shadow Fey adds. "I would advise against slipping the dagger in too deep lest we court full war across the veil. Harming streams, ponds... groves, all these might engender a withdraw, perhaps even defections in some parts of the court, but it will drive others to the war. Among the rays of light from which the Court is braided, the Violet, the Orange, and the Gold are more likely to refrain from escalating hostilities past discrete skirmishes, while Crimson is the most likely to argue for outright war, though also the least likely to be listened to. It is the Green Fey, the weavers of wards, that are most likely to rally the whole court to war, but they are slow to rouse to anger. I would suggest capturing and ransoming back any of their agents who must be removed, with binding oaths not to act against our interests again."
"Is there a system of parley established?" the Sealord interjects thoughtfully. For one who has had to deal with the until recently tumultuous politics of Western Essos, this must seem familiar indeed.
"Yeah, works best through the Goblin Market and the like," Moonsong cuts in. "We've got our own deal maker, so it should be easy enough to arrange. Wonder if I could catch something big like a nuckelavee or an ohancanu?"
"If you catch a spriggan, does it count as big or small, I wonder?" Glyra muses wistfully.
You clear your throat before the discussion can head any further off track. "And if it should come to all out war, how would we go about winning, breaking the power of the Court of Stars?"
Silence falls heavy on the shadowed chamber before Lya finally replies, "We can only speculate using the example of lesser courts; slay the ruler, in this case the Queen, and ensure the mantle cannot pass on. Perhaps use the crown we have recovered?"
"Easier said then done, I suspect," Zherys speaks up again. "When Volantis was still under immediate threat from Ymeri's Cinder Court, we sought to discover how she may be slain. A fey monarch in the heart of their power is near enough a god, and one so ancient will not be easily baited out."
"Maybe we should practice on old Ymeri then, you know just to get our hand in at god killing," Glyra offers. "I mean we already started with Old Morning Breath, didn't we?"
It takes a moment for most to realize who she means, then the laughter of mortals, spirits, and even one winged god fills the hall.
Truly, gremlins are mightier than they seem, you think, struggling to stifle your own chuckles.
What do you do next?
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[] Resolve to set new plans and contingencies in motion then adjourn the meeting
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OOC: This flowed surprisingly easily given how crowded the narrative space is. Who knew Zherys and Glyra played well off each other. Not yet edited.