Voices of Pragmatism
Seventeenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
When you ask Bloodraven again if he has any need of aid in the far North or elsewhere from flesh-forged servitors he replies that he could make use of perhaps a score shadowcats, their inconspicuous nature a good fit for his plans, and surprisingly a dozen lesser mages able to cast simple precognitive and post-cognitive divinations. "It would help to be able to stitch together the tapestry of fate from lesser patches rather than having to look upon each thread myself. There might be a few more loose ends, but if the past few years have taught me anything it is that
speed is not to be underestimated as a tool for changing the fate of the world. A lesson many of the older voices of the Dream yet mutter darkly of, but if it were not that they would find something else to turn an ill gaze towards."
"Speaking of grumbling, how heavy does anger weigh upon the Greendream?" you ask, thinking ahead to the conquest.
"Enough that if you removed the Arryns and perhaps two or three other major Andal Houses from power they would not begrudge you the lack of blood spilled, though there is still a long way to tred before there can be full recompense paid between the Old Gods and the New. The battle above Thenn reminded them most sharply of older, deeper hatreds and in a way even the arts of your corpse raiser helped change their perspective."
"Qyburn?" You honestly can't think of anyone you would consider less likely to improve relations with most gods. The former maester has no patience for 'greater powers' that might stand in the way of his work and he is hardly the most diplomatic fellow besides.
"The reasoning goes 'if we can make use of dead puppets to cast back the enemy why not murderers and defilers?'" Boodraven explains. "A desire to see the Seven bleed and die upon the teeth of Winter may not be the best foundation for long term peace, but it is an improvement from what many of those voices were calling for not so long ago."
"Any sign of the Seven acting openly, either against our agreement or just in general?" You ask. The fact that you still cannot find the Chosen of the Stranger is frustrating, you must admit, but not something you can direct significant efforts towards.
"Judging from the High Septon's correspondence he has just received word of the plans the Court of Stars have for the Reach and he is sending emissaries to Highgarden. Most of the Faithful still have their watchful gazes pinned east though, you are rather more noticeable, Your Grace." A fleeting smile showing nothing more than simple amusement and perhaps a touch of pride touches his lips.
"Anything from the Drowned God?" you prompt.
"Given the actions of this 'Concordance' of rogue mind-eaters you mean? Nothing draws the eye, but I shall keep watch on it, no sense in wasting an opportunity to divide a foe."
You spend the remainder of the night going over potential mustering of levies among the lords who still oppose you as well as any fortresses than may resist you. The results are unsurprising. Of all your foes only the Lannisters have both the wealth and the arcane skill to truly contest you for only their keeps and fortresses might be warded against the sort of power you can bring to bear, though it is unlikely that even all their vassals share the advantage.
What next?
[] Return to Rowan's Rest to offer Elswyth your answer
-[] Write in
[] Attempt to approach the sorceress sleeping with Robert and subvert her
[] Write in
OOC: And we are finally done. I hope all this exposition has not been too much trouble to read through.