Legacy of Life
Seventh Day of the First Month 294 AC
"We go back," you sigh as the last of the eight lingering spirits fades in a golden flash of Lya's magic. Much as you might wish to give peace to all those who perished at the hand of the Others, for their sake and to bring about the further ruin of Winter's plans, you cannot justify wandering into the Frostfangs.
Chasing ghosts on the moors, the Braavosi call a waste of time. You cannot imagine chasing ghosts in the mountains under the dominion of dark powers will end any better.
Ser Richard nods, his armor clinking slightly as he moves, "A wise choice, Your Grace, the living have more use of our presence than the dead and this place is best left to them." He scowls at the northern peaks as though personally offended by their presence, or more likely at the fact that the Other atop the frost-wrought mockery of a dragon had escaped to trouble you another day, but he can hardly argue that you should hunt it down when he had spent the last few hours arguing the many ways in which traveling into the mountains would be unwise.
***
The fires leap and crackle, all of Thennhold a pyre for the bodies of those you would not be able to call back to life as the Thenns had treated their dead for these long ages of the world, so too are they now treating Thennhold itself. There had been surprisingly little dissent over burning the settlement and the handful of lesser fortified hamlets around it. Having been persuaded to leave none of the Thenns wished to leave any part of their works for the Enemy to make use of and it had seemed fitting to consign the bodies of those whom Winter had already claimed in spirit to this blaze.
You had expected Styr to balk at the notion of keeping some part of the bodies, arcane connections to the dead that you might later possibly scry them or work some magic upon them, but the Magnar had simply nodded gravely. "It's only bone."
And Thennhold is only wood and stone, but you would have to be blind not to see the gleam of silent tears in his eyes as he looks upon the flame.
"One day we shall take this vale back from Winter's grip and it is
Their works that will burn to the last, this I swear," you say solemnly.
***
As the last of the Thenns depart the vale itself burns in arcane fire too under your will, every tree and blade of grass until all that remains is ash and bare rock. Let the Others find use for
that.
"A pity the wards stones broke when we tried to move them," Lya says, looking over your work with a mixture of sadness that it had been necessary at all and satisfaction at a job well done. The lands of the Thenns are no more, but its people and legacy endure. You suspect the long dead leader who first lead them into the hidden vale would have approved of that choice.
***
Aboard the
Moonchaser for the first of three journeys you and Dany meet with Danar and Alyssa privately for the first time since they had been returned to life. Both are pale still and the Skagosi bard's gaze does not glint with the familiar light of sharp humor, but they seem well enough to travel and to work, certainly well enough that you do not feel comfortable ordering them to remain in the Deep after their ordeal. At times like this unasked for kindness can all to easily add to the sting of perceived failure.
Instead you explain your plans to reward them with a royal boon when you return to the Stepstones before heading off together to the Reach.
The two share a look heavy with the sort of understanding that only trust and closeness entwined can bring, then Alyssa speaks. "I do not wish to seem ungrateful, Your Grace, but what are we to be rewarded for,
dying? The folk aboard the
Moonchaser struck more telling blows, not to speak of the Companions and other great folk. Those wyvern pilots even died frighting the bastards just like we did but only after making them bleed."
What do you reply?
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OOC: I hope this does not feel too choppy with all the segments, but I feel they all deserved to be on screen.