An Account of the Last Journeys of Elissa Farman
By Daenerys Targaryen
Two months journey west from the isles named for the first King and Queens of Westeros the Sunchaser indeed found land again, and this was not land bereft of living folk such as the isles were. Here a great river spilled into the sea slow and mighty, but it did not flow of its own will for it had been dammed by clever hands and a great city of canals more populous even then Braavos stretched out before the travelers. Rice was known here and the faces of smiling gods looked out from among carefully tended vines.
At the first sight of the Westerosi ship there was great commotion for never had a ship come here from the east and the locals had first thought them some manner of phantasm or dark spirit come unbidden. The people there, who call themselves Loqua, are men as other men, dark of hair and eye and garbed in bright colors that match the finest dyes of Essos, woven in geometric patterns mirroring the constellations. A land of many gods this is and subtle spirits that linger in the shadows of tall
bread-trees. Though they did not have weapons of iron, only copper and dragonglass, they were not poor in arts nor in treasure for they held to elder arts.
Elissa and her sailors saw more magic woven in those far western lands than in all their other journeys put together, though with the eye of this new world one can call it 'show-weaving' of the sort that endured through magic's nadir. Shrines to winged gods with the faces of their ancestors dot the land of the Loqua, places of pilgrimage and sacrifice for bequeathing intercession with the sky god who was before the heaven and whose name they will not speak outside of hallowed halls for to invoke his attention outside the intercession of the ancestors is to call down his wrath.
It was one of these temples of the ancestors, open to the elements but filled with offerings of masterful craft and gems bright as the sun, that were to be the undoing of the Sunchaser and Elissa. As the ship rounded the northern cape of this land, for they had almost missed it entirely and found themselves starving upon the sea, the captain decided that if the locals were minded to keep their treasures where any might grasp them they should not complain when they vanish in the night.
There was a brief fight with priests and pilgrims, but surprise and greed carried the day and the raiders took their ill gotten treasures onto the ship to sail way for they had seen no local ships that could match the Sunchaser's size or speed before the wind. Alas for them that they carried more than sacred goods with them from the temple.
A wasting sickness that would steal away first taste, then smell, color, sound and finally touch until the sufferer were like dead men walking came upon them. Most died of hunger, unwilling to keep sustaining themselves as the world faded away, but in the end the ship made it as far as Asshai by the Shadow where Elissa's luck held out one last time, for even as the last of her sailors were driven wholly mad by the poisons of that place she found a sorceress who could turn back the curse in her flesh, and paid her with her ill gotten gains. The captain was warned that when death finally claimed her she would have to answer to the ancestors and the sky god of the Loqua for her desecration.
Elissa Farman was not one to be bound, even by her own ill deeds and the commands of gods. She spent the last ten years in Asshai trying to discover some spell or enchantment that would free her. Three stolen she traded away in this time and knows not where they lie. Her end came suddenly and without warning, by poison she thinks, though the pain of death made those memories vague.
Something of the magics she had invoked and bought in the cursed city must have weighed upon her fate for rather than being drawn to the land she had plundered she instead flew towards the land of her birth, to Westeros again, as though upon the Sunchaser's sails again, but when she reached the isles she had named for the kings and queens of Westeros again and claimed in jest for the crown she found to her horror that this was far enough by the measure of whatever magic drove her. She would not face the judgement of the people she had robbed, but neither would she make it home. Instead she watched as the stars wheeled above and the centuries passed.
Faintly she recalls that the Loqua came to the island searching for her, but they did not survive the things that prowled the deep forests.
In the very end Elissa Farman found her way home and even once more into life, no longer under the hand of any divinely ordained doom. One might even say fortune favors her still, though I for one would judge centuries of loneliness in death enough penance for all her recklessness has cost.
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OOC: I'm very deliberately not writing fantasy Americas here, there will be elements of that of course, but also Southeast Asia and the Philippines mixed in what I hope is an original manner. I'm also trying not to info-dump everything from a ghost's eye view so that you guys have an incentive to go there and experience the place in narrative form, not just as exposition. 
