A Flame in Ashes Stirring
Third Day of the Second Month 294 AC
"To Kasath I would join strength to strength with yourself, as in the sphere of war you might already contend against the decrepit, the delusional, and the damned," you begin, setting out a matter long considered. "Instead in peace we would go and entreat the lords there to set aside ruin and make an end of madness."
"Much hope do your words hold," the queen of Sathar replies evenly. "It is hope I do not share. Eskil, stand before us and recount your journey to the City of Caravans."
At this call a being, half crumbling bone and tarnished bronze half roiling mist and enduring spirit, drifts away from the company of his peers and bows before you. A charming smile briefly flickers though the air before the timeworn skull.
"I have the honor of being the High Priest of Sathar in these strange days," he introduces himself with fulsome courtesy that veers into light flirting when he comes to Tyene, leaving her uncommonly bemused and Waymar struggling to hold back a smile at her reaction as much as the situation itself.
For your part you cannot help but notice he names no god to match his title.
Does he draw power from some abstract concept or power of the cosmos, you wonder,
or is the title one of prestige rather than faith? From the look Dany is giving him behind her gracious smile, you suspect her thoughts are in step with yours.
"I fear you shall find less peace and sanity in Kasath than one might expect," Eskil's words draw you from your thoughts. "foul Khal Moro, accursed be his name and slow his torments in the Halls of the Fallen, worked great blasphemies upon the temples of Kasath, where the last of its people fled with the fall of her walls..."
A dull roar of wordless rage like the wind of barren crests begins to build in the room at the mention of the plunderer of both Kasath and Sathar, but the queen does not seem inclined to interfere unless it should drown out the account.
"The men of Gornath, blinded by the lure of gold, aided in the madness and butchery, stained holy altars with the blood of Sarnori and foreigner alike. No single prince rules Kaasth, but thousands,
bone upon bone and voice upon voice and spirit upon spirit, howling for the death of Gornath as much as that of the savages. There will be no reason, no trade, and no alliance with the City of Caravans while stone upon stone remains of Gornath. The only aid the Many-Voiced-One will accept before that day is the one they attempted to draw from me, a
joining. I counted more bones than this before my journey to Kasath, and many of my fellows were not so fortunate."
You had thought to let the Rat King molder in his halls and stew in hatred while you tried to tempt away those of his fellows who might still be sane. Alas, it seems the wounds of old conspire against the notion. Then again, can you trust the being the priest named the Many-Voiced-One not to continue to feed even if you fulfill its vengeance. The
hunger he spoke of seeds dark suspicions in your mind. Despair and ruin are both the marks of many a dark power that would love nothing better than such a mighty champion.
"To Morosh then we should travel first," Waymar interjects. "Find out what's behind the mummery, and if it's some fiend or dark herald pulling at the strings, we cut them and free their souls from the lie."
"The Unconquered Host will not lightly allow your passage beyond the walls they failed to keep safe in life, young one," Queen Namaaru cautions. "If we are to first battle them, then there should be no army of allies and our own ground down by battle." She gives you a piercing look from the dark hollows of the ancient mask. "That is where your plan was leading, was it not? March to Sarnath and make an end of it at the last, the First City against the greatest?"
"Yes," you answer plainly. The time for fair and courtly kenning is past.
"I agree. I shall grant you envoys and heralds of my will such as you may require to speak before the walls of Kasath or Morosh if you still wish to make the attempt, and when the hour comes we march together against Sarnath, son of Dragons."
What do you do next?
[] Head to one of the other cities to see if they might be persuaded to your side with the aid of Sathari envoys
-[] Kasath, approach with care and pledge vengeance
-[] Morosh, investigate the strange dichotomy
[] Travel to Gornath and see if any souls may be persuaded to abandon the Rat King
[] Begin the muster on Sarnath
[] Write in
OOC: Some pretty good rolls and more information about the other cities. It pays to remember it was not just the Dothraki who killed Sarnor, there was plenty of short-sighted greed in the mix. Not yet edited. 
