Gathering Power
Twenty Seventh Day of the Second Month 294 AC
"I have no objection to peaceful protests, excellency," you answer smoothly, already considering how to arrange the matter to ensure they stay
peaceful and the inquisition has a record of the organizers.
More work for the clerks. "I am certain sufficiently skilled leaders can apply pressure where it is needed without slipping into undue acts." The implication is clear. You, unlike the Council of Elders, will not budge at pressure from the streets, nor are you overly concerned at gatherings here in Elyria.
"I shall take your words under advisement, Your Grace," the man, more messenger than leader you are now certain, slips back into the crowd. The ones who hold his fealty are cautious enough not to want to contradict a sorcerer in person, which fits into the reports from the negotiations. There is more than one reason why you are worried about the traders being infiltrated, after all. They are not only the most likely to have encountered the agents of hostile powers, but also the ones who could do the most damage.
Still, as the shadows from the western slopes shroud the seeming, to make the pale columns of the temples all the brighter, fealty is taken in water, in soil, and in words that have not been spoke in this place for four hundred years and more.
Altars are cold and without flame, and the only dragon flying overhead is one of steel, yet once more Elyria is sworn under the banners of empire, if one quite different from the one whose fiery death the city had so narrowly avoided.
"I wonder why this island lived alone of all Valyria's core lands," your mother muses aloud as you are moving back to the harbor in formal procession, rose petals undisturbed by the insubstantial hooves of shadow steeds. "Is there some god or power we are not seeing...?"
"No matter how many hands try to tip the table, the bones still fall as they will," Oberyn replies, looking out towards the west beyond the low crests that overlook the city to the mainland, wreathed in fire and wild magic. He apperas as pensive as you have ever seen the Red Viper. "They were lucky. Twice over at that, since the envoy whose word they swore to didn't come from a place hotter than Valyria. Probably still a few of them out there, cheering the loudest so as not to draw suspicion."
"A few devils the inquisition can deal with. They would have to possess a stranglehold on the local levers of power to move the local assemblies to their will," you answer, not overly concerned with the prospect. It is not as though geographic proximity speaks much of where devils can act once summoned to this sphere.
"They might be able to use those... protests you allowed as cover for any plots, Your Grace," Elia warns from your other side. "Once a crowd is gathered, for whatever purpose, it's easier to forge into a mob."
"The same could be said of any large gathering," you answer in turn. "Still, these gatherings will be closely watched."
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OOC: The reason I wanted to get this up tonight is because the rolls were good enough that it's a rap here in Elyria. Not yet edited.