Canon Omake: Melody of the Willow Maiden and the Man in Green
Melody of the Willow Maiden and the Man in Green


Also see it for visual aid in the illusions being spun


A human woman and a child of the forest walk upon the stage. Gesturing for silence with a strum of a cord and a petty illusion. "Today we have a tale" The woman starts "Of tragedy and love" "Of folly and obsession" the child of the forest almost whispers but his voice carries just as hers. "The Tale of the Green Man and the Willow Maiden." They say together as the the girl gestures to the other musicians as flutes begin to play as they weave an illusion upon the stage. A thick mist rolling out as trees seem to rise and underbrush sprout from nowhere. And in the background an ancient willow tree sits, it's drooping branches hanging over a small pond in an idyllic clearing.


"A young man walked through the forest, With his quiver and hunting bow" The woman croons as a young man with a brown and green tunic creeps through the underbrush, careful not to disturb anything, an arrow on the string as he looked for some game to hunt.

"

"He heard a young girl singing, and followed the sound below" She croons as the man seems to start before walking towards the tree seeming enthralled by the unseen singing. As he approaches the other side of the tree the illusion slowly rotates to show the other side just as he rounded the bend.

"There he found the maiden, Who lives in the willow" The woman sang as the Willow woman is revealed, sitting in a hollow on the tree, garbed in but leaves, her eyes a brilliant emerald green and her hair a vibrant crimson lay long and tangled among the branches above and around her. She was incredibly beautiful and the young man stared in awe before regaining his wits.


"He called to her as she listened, from a ring of toadstools red" the unseen bard sings hauntingly as the woman stood up and gracefully stepped upon the ground, right into a ring of bright crimson toadstools as the boy begins to speak.

"Come with me my maiden, Come from thy willow bed" The bard sings in time with the illusionary young man's silent words as he offered her his hand "She looked at him serenely, And only shook her head." The bard croons as the willow woman stares at the hand with the same look or regal peace and slowly shakes her head before she begins to speak

"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance, See me now, I cannot leave this place" The bard sings hauntingly in time to the movements of the willow woman's lips "Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest, Don't ask me, to follow where you lead" She says before stepping back and the willow branches cover the woman and conceal her from view.

The forest seems to shift seasons rapidly, several years seeming to pass, the willow woman unchanging through it all before finally stopping in spring.

"A young man walked through the forest, With a flower and coat of green" The singer croons as the young man from before, now a few years older walks into the forest, wearing a fine green coat and looking well groomed and handsome, holding a golden flower and a wistful look upon his face.

"His love had hair like fire, Her eyes an emerald sheen" The singer intones as the man seems to gaze at the willow woman a small lovestruck smile upon his face

"She wrapped herself in beauty, So young and so serene" The singer says as he seems to sigh looking wistful before seeming to gather up his courage and walk up to her as she turns to gaze at him impassively

"He stood there under the willow, And he gave her the yellow bloom" The singer croons as he offers her the blossom as he gets down on one knee.

"Girl my heart you've captured,Oh I would be your groom" The singer sings in time with his words as the willow woman takes the flow and looks at it impassively before tossing it away and whirling on the man.

"She said she'd wed him never, Not near, nor far, nor soon" She sings hauntingly, timing each denial with an imperious wave of her hand before the willow woman turns and begins walking back to her tree.

"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance, See me now, I cannot leave this place" She sings in time with the willow woman's movements as she gestured around the small clearing.

"Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest, Don't ask me, to follow where you lead" She says as once more the willow branches conceal her from view and the young man looks to the flower and picks it up and holds it to his chest before dropping it. Walking away he steps on it and the crushed flower seems to wilt.

The forest grows dim as if at night and the undergrowth rustles as something approaches.

"A young man walked through the forest, With an axe sharp as a knife" The singer croons as the young man in green comes walking out, his formerly well groomed body now bedraggled, his fine clothes stained, his well combed hair wild, as he seemed to walk with the slight stagger of one deep in their cups. In his hands an axe whose blade seems to gleam with deadly intent.

"I'll take the green-eyed fairy, and she shall be my wife" She sings matching his words as he seems to mutter as he moves towards the grove.

"With her I'll raise my children, With her I'll live my life" The singer continues as he looks into the distance and shows a translucent log cabin with a pair of red haired children playing while he and the willow woman watch on from the door smiling. The man in green smiles slightly as he grips the axe tighter and continues towards the grove.

"The maiden wept when she heard him, When he said he'd set her free" She sings hauntingly as the willow woman looks on with tears streaming down her face as she looks between him and the axe and the tears seem to flow faster upon hearing his words. The man pushes her aside as he moves towards the willow.

"He took his axe and used it, To bring down her ancient tree" The singer sings as the man in green swings his axe, the willow woman trying to move to stop him but each swing of the axe making her wince and curl inward before the mighty tree fell and she fell to her knees, her face showing shock and horror as the tears continue to flow. The man in green turns to her, axe covered in dark sap that in the light seems to resemble blood as he drops it and approaches her.

"Now your willow's fallen" The singer intones as the man in green speaks "Now you belong to me" She continues as the man grabs her and pulls her up to her feet and begins dragging her from the grove

"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance, See me now, I cannot leave this place" The bard sing as the man in green leads his new bride out from the grove only to pause as she stumbles and as he turns to look at his new bride with growing horror as she rapidly pales, her skin seeming to lose color rapidly, the green fading from her eyes.

"Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest, Don't ask me, to follow where you lead" The woman collapses as the man rushes to her side looking her over, obviously desperate to find some way to save her

"She followed him out the forest, and collapsed upon the earth" The singer intones sorrowfully as the man grasps her hand and seems to be begging her to hold on as he moves to pick her up only to find his hands pass through her

"Her feet had walked but a distance, From the green land of her birth" The singer croons as the man looks towards the tree he had felled and the woman the pieces seeming to come together as he kneels down and weeps

"She faded into a flower, That would bloom for one bright eve" The singer sang as the woman faded into a lovely flower with blue petals and a crimson center and the man looked on it with a look of mixed longing, sorrow, and regret as he stood and walked away

"He could not take from the forest, What was never meant to leave." The singer finished as the entire scene faded into mist before vanishing to the applause of the audience as the two perfomers, one looking ecstatic at the attention the other looking markedly uncomfortable, bow and walk off the stage.


@DragonParadox made a little empires day omake.
 
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Melody of the Willow Maiden and the Man in Green


Also see it for visual aid in the illusions being spun


A human woman and a child of the forest walk upon the stage. Gesturing for silence with a strum of a cord and a petty illusion. "Today we have a tale" The woman starts "Of tragedy and love" "Of folly and obsession" the child of the forest almost whispers but his voice carries just as hers. "The Tale of the Green Man and the Willow Maiden." They say together as the the girl gestures to the other musicians as flutes begin to play as they weave an illusion upon the stage. A thick mist rolling out as trees seem to rise and underbrush sprout from nowhere. And in the background an ancient willow tree sits, it's drooping branches hanging over a small pond in an idyllic clearing.


"A young man walked through the forest, With his quiver and hunting bow" The woman croons as a young man with a brown and green tunic creeps through the underbrush, careful not to disturb anything, an arrow on the string as he looked for some game to hunt.

"

"He heard a young girl singing, and followed the sound below" She croons as the man seems to start before walking towards the tree seeming enthralled by the unseen singing. As he approaches the other side of the tree the illusion slowly rotates to show the other side just as he rounded the bend.

"There he found the maiden, Who lives in the willow" The woman sang as the Willow woman is revealed, sitting in a hollow on the tree, garbed in but leaves, her eyes a brilliant emerald green and her hair a vibrant crimson lay long and tangled among the branches above and around her. She was incredibly beautiful and the young man stared in awe before regaining his wits.


"He called to her as she listened, from a ring of toadstools red" the unseen bard sings hauntingly as the woman stood up and gracefully stepped upon the ground, right into a ring of bright crimson toadstools as the boy begins to speak.

"Come with me my maiden, Come from thy willow bed" The bard sings in time with the illusionary young man's silent words as he offered her his hand "She looked at him serenely, And only shook her head." The bard croons as the willow woman stares at the hand with the same look or regal peace and slowly shakes her head before she begins to speak

"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance, See me now, I cannot leave this place" The bard sings hauntingly in time to the movements of the willow woman's lips "Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest, Don't ask me, to follow where you lead" She says before stepping back and the willow branches cover the woman and conceal her from view.

The forest seems to shift seasons rapidly, several years seeming to pass, the willow woman unchanging through it all before finally stopping in spring.

"A young man walked through the forest, With a flower and coat of green" The singer croons as the young man from before, now a few years older walks into the forest, wearing a fine green coat and looking well groomed and handsome, holding a golden flower and a wistful look upon his face.

"His love had hair like fire, Her eyes an emerald sheen" The singer intones as the man seems to gaze at the willow woman a small lovestruck smile upon his face

"She wrapped herself in beauty, So young and so serene" The singer says as he seems to sigh looking wistful before seeming to gather up his courage and walk up to her as she turns to gaze at him impassively

"He stood there under the willow, And he gave her the yellow bloom" The singer croons as he offers her the blossom as he gets down on one knee.

"Girl my heart you've captured,Oh I would be your groom" The singer sings in time with his words as the willow woman takes the flow and looks at it impassively before tossing it away and whirling on the man.

"She said she'd wed him never, Not near, nor far, nor soon" She sings hauntingly, timing each denial with an imperious wave of her hand before the willow woman turns and begins walking back to her tree.

"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance, See me now, I cannot leave this place" She sings in time with the willow woman's movements as she gestured around the small clearing.

"Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest, Don't ask me, to follow where you lead" She says as once more the willow branches conceal her from view and the young man looks to the flower and picks it up and holds it to his chest before dropping it. Walking away he steps on it and the crushed flower seems to wilt.

The forest grows dim as if at night and the undergrowth rustles as something approaches.

"A young man walked through the forest, With an axe sharp as a knife" The singer croons as the young man in green comes walking out, his formerly well groomed body now bedraggled, his fine clothes stained, his well combed hair wild, as he seemed to walk with the slight stagger of one deep in their cups. In his hands an axe whose blade seems to gleam with deadly intent.

"I'll take the green-eyed fairy, and she shall be my wife" She sings matching his words as he seems to mutter as he moves towards the grove.

"With her I'll raise my children, With her I'll live my life" The singer continues as he looks into the distance and shows a translucent log cabin with a pair of red haired children playing while he and the willow woman watch on from the door smiling. The man in green smiles slightly as he grips the axe tighter and continues towards the grove.

"The maiden wept when she heard him, When he said he'd set her free" She sings hauntingly as the willow woman looks on with tears streaming down her face as she looks between him and the axe and the tears seem to flow faster upon hearing his words. The man pushes her aside as he moves towards the willow.

"He took his axe and used it, To bring down her ancient tree" The singer sings as the man in green swings his axe, the willow woman trying to move to stop him but each swing of the axe making her wince and curl inward before the mighty tree fell and she fell to her knees, her face showing shock and horror as the tears continue to flow. The man in green turns to her, axe covered in dark sap that in the light seems to resemble blood as he drops it and approaches her.

"Now your willow's fallen" The singer intones as the man in green speaks "Now you belong to me" She continues as the man grabs her and pulls her up to her feet and begins dragging her from the grove

"See me now, a ray of light in the moondance, See me now, I cannot leave this place" The bard sing as the man in green leads his new bride out from the grove only to pause as she stumbles and as he turns to look at his new bride with growing horror as she rapidly pales, her skin seeming to lose color rapidly, the green fading from her eyes.

"Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest, Don't ask me, to follow where you lead" The woman collapses as the man rushes to her side looking her over, obviously desperate to find some way to save her

"She followed him out the forest, and collapsed upon the earth" The singer intones sorrowfully as the man grasps her hand and seems to be begging her to hold on as he moves to pick her up only to find his hands pass through her

"Her feet had walked but a distance, From the green land of her birth" The singer croons as the man looks towards the tree he had felled and the woman the pieces seeming to come together as he kneels down and weeps

"She faded into a flower, That would bloom for one bright eve" The singer sang as the woman faded into a lovely flower with blue petals and a crimson center and the man looked on it with a look of mixed longing, sorrow, and regret as he stood and walked away

"He could not take from the forest, What was never meant to leave." The singer finished as the entire scene faded into mist before vanishing to the applause of the audience as the two perfomers, one looking ecstatic at the attention the other looking markedly uncomfortable, bow and walk off the stage.


@DragonParadox made a little empires day omake.

Very cool MirrorVision performance, dude.
 
Feels a hit clashing with the way the Inquisition is supposedly set up - people don't find it, it finds the people.

Eager people are all fine and well for any other institution, but I don't think that it matches the MO of Inquisition much.

No complaints otherwise.

...Maybe besides me still wanting to keep Tiamat's mentions to as insignificant and unimportant as possible - but then we kinda fall flat with "this group was a legitimate power"-statement of ours, making us look like we blew up a minor group with overwhelming firepower and trying to lord it...
That's not quite what it means. For the Inquisition it's meant to be more along the lines of "support the Inquisition, if you see something say something, etc". This isn't for Inquisition recruitment.

EDIT: Wait, Goldfish changed the propaganda posters? @Goldfish, @egoo is right, no direct recruitment posters for the Inquisition.
I didn't actually change the wording of that section. That's exactly what it said for last month's edition of the Times. We can reword it, of course, if y'all prefer.
Goldfish, many of these people became part of our administration or fell into other roles... maybe something along the lines of "the judgement of Tyroshi Magisters, for even mundane corruption and abuses of their fellow man was not acceptable in the eyes of the Dragon King."
Yeah, that'll need recording, but not until next month. @TalonofAnathrax is going to write up a piece for the third edition which takes place before the annexation of Tyrosh.
 
@Goldfish What they're referring to is leaving out the bottom portion describing individual posters.

--[] For the Inquisition the posters will be along the lines of security and trust, focusing mainly on the need for citizens to cooperate and share intel for the good of the empire. (the Inquisition recruits on their own, that shouldn't be messed with). The themes of this poster will focus on the various threats that the Inquisition regularly squares off against -- mainly fiends, but also Deep Ones.
 
Sadly, we will never have the equivalent of the Alien Guy in Planetos, otherwise it would be reall interesting to see what they think of the periodics.

By the way, what the glass candles actually do again?
 
Ah, I see. Added those back in.

Or building materials! :lol:
That last bit might be a bad idea; Bobby B. would probably work out his frustrations with how hard it is to burn the papers by burning their owner.

... Wait, did we actually get an official reaction to that from him beyond telling the Lannisters to deal with it? I assume we would have heard if he tried collecting them all or running a counter propaganda campaign, but it seems weird that he'd just leave it all to the goldenshields.
edit: autocorrect error.
 
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Sadly, we will never have the equivalent of the Alien Guy in Planetos, otherwise it would be reall interesting to see what they think of the periodics.

By the way, what the glass candles actually do again?
We've never studied one actually, but they helped people scry on stuff and communicate with other candle owners, I believe.
 
... Wait, did we actually get an official reaction to that from him beyond telling the Lannisters to deal with it? I assume we word have heard if he tried collecting them all or running a counter propaganda campaign, but it seems weird that he'd just leave it all to the goldenshields.

Hmph, I think you're overestimating Bobby here. He is a brilliant Millitary Commander and a beast in mortal combat, but his Rulership? Statecraft?

Utterly abysmal.

Even when compared to Viserys II who frequently have some baller parties, at least he has yet to destroy the economy by sheer hedonistic indulgence. The Stag does not have such compulsion.

He is, literally, that bad. And don't forget that we have Bloodraven in there. Continuing being a mad genius on making the Goldenshields into incompetent fools.
 
Hmph, I think you're overestimating Bobby here. He is a brilliant Millitary Commander and a beast in mortal combat, but his Rulership? Statecraft?

Utterly abysmal.

Even when compared to Viserys II who frequently have some baller parties, at least he has yet to destroy the economy by sheer hedonistic indulgence. The Stag does not have such compulsion.

He is, literally, that bad. And don't forget that we have Bloodraven in there. Continuing being a mad genius on making the Goldenshields into incompetent fools.
I'm not expecting him to do anything particularly effective or constructive, just for him to try something. He might depend on the Lannisters, but he would hate to admit that almost as much as he hates Cerci.

Maybe he's too focused on getting swole enough to try and kill a red dragon with a war hammer, but I'm kind of surprised he hasn't taken any independent action at all.
 
I'm not expecting him to do anything particularly effective or constructive, just for him to try something. He might depend on the Lannisters, but he would hate to admit that almost as much as he hates Cerci.

I mean, you're kinda answering your own question, my man.
Maybe he's too focused on getting swole enough to try and kill a red dragon with a war hammer,

Combat tunnel-vision. He's so obsessed on killing us and grieving over his dead girl that I think anything that is not oriented on ensuring our demise will be put out of his mind.
but I'm kind of surprised he hasn't taken any independent action at all

*shrugs*

I myself don't know. Mayhaps he's trying to build relations with the First Men Lords; or indeed did some diplomatic actions behind the scene but instead was hindered by our uncle and his own Council.

Or perhaps he's just that useless. Honestly, he's... inconsequential as a great threat. Just an object to focus our contempt on. Nothing more.
 
I mean, you're kinda answering your own question, my man.


Combat tunnel-vision. He's so obsessed on killing us and grieving over his dead girl that I think anything that is not oriented on ensuring our demise will be put out of his mind.


*shrugs*

I myself don't know. Mayhaps he's trying to build relations with the First Men Lords; or indeed did some diplomatic actions behind the scene but instead was hindered by our uncle and his own Council.

Or perhaps he's just that useless. Honestly, he's... inconsequential as a great threat. Just an object to focus our contempt on. Nothing more.
I'll agree that he isn't much of a threat, barring interference from the seven, but his relevance to Viserys on a personal level is noteworthy. It's not enough to make Viserys do something stupid, but dealing with him will be fairly significant moment of self reflection and an opportunity for closure.
 
It's not enough to make Viserys do something stupid, but dealing with him will be fairly significant moment of self reflection and an opportunity for closure.

Hmm, honestly I'd prefer if he was given a much terrible punishment.

Like say, a meeting with the Torturers of Baator, or an appointment with Lady Marita, or ask the Old Gods to give him 'eternal suffering', or dying from hunger after immense torment only to be ressurected back and repeated again using our rebellious Illithid associates, or gift him to Tiamat, or Abyss, or Void.

This man is the man that made Viserys' and Dany's life a suffering and strive. I WILL make a Vote on making him suffer, the moment we have our hand on his soul.
 
Hmm, honestly I'd prefer if he was given a much terrible punishment.

Like say, a meeting with the Torturers of Baator, or an appointment with Lady Marita, or ask the Old Gods to give him 'eternal suffering', or dying from hunger after immense torment only to be ressurected back and repeated again using our rebellious Illithid associates, or gift him to Tiamat, or Abyss, or Void.

This man is the man that made Viserys' and Dany's life a suffering and strive. I WILL make a Vote on making him suffer, the moment we have our hand on his soul.
Honestly, torturing Robert just seems petty. He's barely worth considering an enemy, at least from our perspective, while in his own head he probably views us as his arch enemy. It would be more fitting to just swat him like the annoyance he now is without even validating his existence any further.
 
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Honestly, torturing Robert just seems petty. He's barely worth considering an enemy, at least from our perspective, while in his own head he probably views us as his arch enemy. It would be more fitting to just seat him like the annoyance he now is without even validating his existence any further.

...acceptable, on One condition.

I want for people to only wrote a SINGLE paragraph about his endeavour against us. And make it to be the most forgettable and inconsequential piece of information for the readers in the future.

And please don't you say anything about withholding information to the greater masses. We used propaganda all the time. The Inquisition and our library may have the despicable, descriptive truth. But I want for everybody else to forget that there EVER WAS a Stag King at all.

The Line of Baratheon will cease to exist. Change his genetic coding or DNA or anything. But I want his lineage FORGOTTEN.
 
Your grudge is pleasing to both Malfeas and the Ebon Dragon, but a bit more than is probably warranted here. Save that vitriol for Tywin and Gregor.

Hmph, as if the those insipid cretins could ever match the spite of the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun.

But I agree. Those TWO will get THE WORST possible torment any being—mortals and immortals alike—could ever impose.
 
Otherwise, well... Look and see which updates you've liked or not, using Reader Mode to skim through them faster?
How foolish children are. Reading Mode is having a mountain dropped on you. Then swimming up to the top from inside the mountain. With your bare hands scooping out the cupfull's of stone. I will try one day to get back in. But what crazy madness and blithering chaotic insanity have you guys been up? Kill that dragon bitch we call grandmaw yet?
 
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