Of Fates Unwound
Seventeenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
"Arya Stark is young, too young to be a proper piece on the board for years yet and unlikely to do more than trouble her mother for the next five years at least. There were certain contingencies I could enact if there was urgent need of her..." Bloodraven hesitates a moment, you suspect trying to translate some notion that was not born of any human tongue. "Children's minds are closer to the deeper truths of the wildwood, but under present circumstances," he motions down at his borrowed body. "I do not feel the need to take a more active hand with her. With the twins hatching their dragons soon it will become if anything even less urgent that Arya Stark move by the will of the Old Gods... except in one rapidly approaching instance."
It is not hard to guess what he might mean. "I do not think it will come to testing faith in the Old Gods against loyalty to Baratheon so bluntly. The man did send his eldest daughter to Runestone. If that isn't a sign of hedging his bets I'm not sure what it could be."
"It's a sign that a trout can sense which way the current is going even if you wrap her in wolf's fur," Bloodraven snorts. "Lady Stark argued for the fostering quite strenuously. She always wished for her daughters to forge strong bonds with the South and at the moment Runestone looks like the safer bet than King's Landing, in more ways than one."
"So how would you judge the Warden of the North would act to war in the South? I have made arrangements to slow the muster of the Northern Lords, but it would be much more politically convenient if he never explicitly marches against me..."
"Look less like you are rewarding traitors, yes," he nods. "If you decapitate King's Landing before news can arrive in the North and do so without too much bloodshed, especially without harming Robert's 'heirs', I do not think he would march to make common cause with the Lannisters, though if Hoster Tully calls for aid it would push him into acting."
"You do not think he would march south to avenge Baratheon?" you ask, surprised.
"It depends on how you choose to end him I suppose, some deaths are harder to bear than others, but generally I do not think vengeance rules him as much as it does many men. During the Usurpation Eddard Stark called his banners to secure the North against a king who asked for his head after brutally killing his father and brother and he marched south to rescue his sister from Prince Rhaegar. Lacking any support south of the Neck and without a claimant to the throne with Stannis declaring for you and Renly absent he would be unlikely to command his bannermen to die in service of a lost cause." Brynden Rivers recounts, a judgement long considered. "Had it not been for your well known favor towards the Old Gods and generosity to the Watch there would be many in the North who would call for Lord Stark to take up Torrhen's crown, but as is I suspect the North will be one of the easiest kingdoms to pacify in the wake of the conquest, though I cannot speak for Lord Stark's peace of mind in the wake of it all."
"I see," you muse pleasantly surprised. "What of matters further north, how many more Free Folk remain outside of Hardhome and Mance's authority?"
"Fewer than I would have dared hoped several years past, still more than we can afford to allow to remain there come winter," he replies at once. "Given that Heart Trees can now be moved I suggest sending emissaries armed with a silver tongue and enough battle prowess not to be discounted to motivate the remaining bands into moving towards Hardhome. It would leave me with fewer assets overall in the region and less support, but in the wake of the Battle of Thenn I was able to secure far more direct agents, both mortal and fey to serve the Old Gods directly in the Far North, more than compensating for a sparser field of possibility in subtle intervention.
"I will send someone in the next few months," you assure him. Perhaps Maelor once his task in the City of Brass is complete. He had dealt with the tribes of the frozen shore easily enough. Vee's direct manner might also serve when dealing with the Free Folk.
"I was also able to subtly alter the circumstances of several people both in the Seven Kingdoms and Western Essos to prevent future moments of loss and despair that would leave them prey to the Void... or other powers of death and ruin," the Last Greneseer continues, one of the puppet's eyes flashing crimson for the briefest instant as he ponders the depths of time to come. "The future is not fixed and none may command the choices of a sovereign's soul. Either way it seemed a fair exchange to spare your Inquisition some future peril to the realm. Actually on that note..." he quickly writes down another list of names, each with a city and address from Braavos to Manatrys. "All of these are potentially skilled Scholarum candidates who would not seek admission on their own, but would if someone shows up at their door with the offer, for those who have a door at least."
Add 1d6 new mages to the following Scholarum Classes next month: Druid, Ranger, Cleric, Wizard
"Have you been able to learn more of the Wall, particularly which weapons can be safely deployed upon it?" you ask, wondering what the various Scholarum branches will make of the list of names.
"That I fear I cannot answer yet, a victim of the successes of the last moonturn was that I could afford to spend less time in the depths of the dream seeking such lore," Bloodraven admits almost ruefully.
"As reasons to delay I much prefer this one," you agree with a smile.
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OOC: And here we are the fruits of subtle manipulation, no marching armies of walking trees across the Far North, though technically the nature of the Others' moves would have allowed him to do so.