New Tales Told
Twenty Seventh Day of the Second Month 294 AC
To her surprise, Rina found the wary looks and hushed whispers of hundreds of unfamiliar strangers that seeped into the hall after her entrance less burdensome than she had thought they would be. Winter, after all, was not supposed to be approachable to all without a care. If you stuck your hand in a snowdrift, you could expect a chill down your spine, unless of course you held such fire as the touch of ice could not extinguish.
As she offered a formal courtesy to the king, who greeted her warmly as a friend and began recounting the half-true tale of her heritage, Rina watched Lady Melisandre out of the corner of her eye.
How had she not realized before how similar they were? Not just in the fire they carried, but the utter conviction in their works and plans. One served a god the other would
make one to use as a tool, but both walked in the belief that at the other end of their chosen paths, there was a better world and both would walk by shadowed paths to reach that light.
"Into this court, more familiar with the works of high sorcery than most, I would wish to present once more a dear friend and companion in many a perilous and difficult endeavor. We welcome you back with open arms after your seclusion, lady Rina..." the words were not meant for her, she knew. King Viserys was not the least troubled by her change, and was merely playing a part for the court, reading from some inner script. It left her alone with her thoughts in the midst of a crowd.
What do you believe in, Rina Cox? She asked herself, looking at her pale reflection in the fine Lyseni marble underfoot. The question was not quite what it would have been three days past. Mortal men understood themselves by the stories they told in their heads, while the fey
were those stories, endlessly reinventing themselves with the whole world for an audience.
So what am I then, she asked herself as she took up the thread of the tale, telling no lies yet speaking no truths in full.
Am I just the mortar to patch over the cracks in the world? A task many had failed at unto their doom, yet something within her rebelled at the answer. Was it fey pride stirring, a Small God seeking her due, or was it more simply the girl who had been sent to the Silent Sisters and died there, refusing to simply define herself only by her service.
The young fey would bow to the king and gladly serve under his banner, a leal vassal against all his foes not just the Enemy of All, but that was not who she was. The story of her being was yet a mystery to be unwound as filaments of mortal mind froze into undying purpose, but that was fine. Rina had all the time in the world. She had only to ensure that the span would not be a short one.
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Later that afternoon, once the business of the court was done, she met with the king, the princess, and the Lady Lya on on matters more immediate. They spoke in the shadow of the Godswood, the watchful presence of the Old Gods for a ward, though Alyn purring in her lap cared only that it was cooler and more comfortable here.
"I must confess I did not expect to find myself in the possession of insight quite so intimate of the fey when I began looking into what our allies know of the divine. I don't think any of them were expecting it either..." she added with a smile that drew a small laugh from the lady, familiar with the at times reflexive arrogance of many fey when faced with mortals.
Rina made a mental note to avoid that pitfall. "Unfortuently, the courts already sworn to the Empire do not know much of the inner workings of the divine on the scale the project requires. How to avoid notice, how to bedevil troublesome priests, and put a spoke the wheels of their faith, that they know well, but of the deeper mysteries of the divine which we must unravel I was able to piece together the beginnings of only one; what is pact and what is prayer, and how the two might work together to theoretically allow every stroke of the quill and document sealed to empower the Hollow God. In brighter news, most of the children of faerie find the concept of such endlessly entertaining, so I was able to simply trade marks for knowledge. Not directly, of course, but it comes out to the same cost in the end."
"Good. We still have a ways to go with the project, of course, but it seems that new pieces are falling into place each day," the king said, satisfied with the progress and Rina suspected with the fact that it could simply be charged to the treasury.
Fey Lore 19/10 Complete: Lore Gained (Orphne Court): Prayer and Pacts (Unlocks research into tying the rituals of the administration into the Imperial Deity's prayer)
Lost 120,000 IM
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OOC: You guys did not roll well for fey lore availability unfortunately. the unmodified rolls were 17, 7 and 45 on a d100. Still you did get a lead into a necessary part of the process. Not yet edited.