Long Odds
Twenty Fifth Day of the Third Month 294 AC
For all that his colleagues liked to present him as a drunk, a whoremonger, and other less flattering things given the company he kept, Marwyn the Mage was a man of great self discipline and rigor. It could hardly be otherwise, given the forces he sought to master. A smudged line practicing astrology would give you a slightly off-center constellation, while the same smudged line practicing the Higher Mysteries might lead to death or fates darker still. So after observing what he could of the strange creatures, he chose to withdraw to the library back in Sorcerer's Deep and the company of arcane tomes.
Harmonizing portals... the calculations were daunting, all the more so for being written in the elder tongue of earth which he did not speak, but Marwyn knew that the king, the princess, and the queen-to-be had all mastered more free-flowing magic. He swallowed a flash of envy at children proving more adept than he at his life's work, one of them an actual child. Caution had its place, but then so too did daring.
So it was that when Marwyn realized that the arcane process of 'echoing' the embedded gate to aid in an invasion could have dangerous and unpredictable effects, he weighed the options and decided the risks were low enough to propose it regardless, with mention of the risks, of course. While he had never served as a maester to any lord, preferring to focus on his studies, he still recalled the most important piece of advice he had been given in his youth. 'Never promise success when you cannot guarantee it'.
The king looked over his calculations, his gaze a touch distant, recalling memories not wholly his own, Marwyn thought. "Looks solid enough. Lya, what do you think?"
"I think there is one more entrance way we know of, even if it seems to be held by a Lannister ally, and a third projected path out there. We can afford to take a chance on this one."
Marwyn struggled to keep the surprise off his face for a moment. He had never heard Wisdom Lya concern herself with politics or strategy in such a matter-of-fact way.
Perhaps I have been confusing preference for the arcane with a lack of competence elsewhere. The young woman was fiercely clever, and in her own way as ambitious as King Viserys.
If the king noticed his slip, he did not comment, instead taking Marwyn's arm to return to the Cavern of Sapphires. The gate was called forth, a ripple in the air. Then after everyone besides the king, his Companions, and Marwyn himself had retreated to a safer distance, the king stepped up to the Crystal King's perch and let it envelop him so that he might know the path for the spell to come.
"Good thing Ser Richard isn't here to see this, eh?" the golden haired Sand Snake laughed softly.
"We'll just have to tell him about it then," the High Inquisitor offered in like tone, and for just a moment his countenance, marked by death and shadows, the terror of thousands across the realm, seemed absurdly young.
Before any of the others could reply, the king extricated himself from the crystalline creature and simply veiled himself right in front of it, thus getting definitive proof that, whatever other changes it had suffered from the portal embedded in its form, acquiring a functional mind was not one of them. Turning to the demiplane portal, the king began to
chant softly under his breath...
For a moment it seemed as though all was proceeding as expected, the portal taking on a sapphire glow behind which one could see a far more mundane cavern, presumably beneath the Rock, but before Marwyn could breathe a sigh of relief, arcs of scintillating light connected that portal to the one still inside the ooze, seeming to sap it. With a strange gurgling sound the creature died... and then the magic exploded outwards in a wall of blazing blue.
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The next thing Marwyn knew, though he had hardly blinked, all of them had been pulled back to to the camp, but he certainly had not heard a spell of translocation.
Some sort of temporal spell..."My apologies, Your Grace, it seems my calculations were in error," the former maester hastened to say, doing his best to ignore the smirk on Vargo's face. He had thought the whole thing mad from the start.
Rather than look upset, the king waved the apology off. "The risks were what they were, Lya and I both agreed with your opinion. Taking chances do not always pay off, even when the odds are stacked in one's favor. Now let us see what remains of the cavern..."
Apart from the portal which was quite gone about a third of the shambling crystalline creatures had been reduced to dust by the explosion, dust that was even now being consumed by their surviving brethren in their blind meanderings. All things told, a wave of destructive force was a rather pedestrian effect of such a discharge. Marwyn was almost disappointed...almost. He knew the dangers too well to let his curiosity get wholly ahead of him.
"I guess you'll have to find that third way then," Young Waymar Royce said to the High Inquisitor.
"I live to serve," the latter replied dryly. After a moment, he added, "You get to sweep up the remaining crystal beasts."
Captured 193 Carnivorous Crystals
OOC: No vote this time since there isn't one I can think of though this feels like a good break point. The rolls that caused the ooze to die and the portal to collapse are here and here. The resulting Wild Magic surge roll was unfortunately not on the interesting side of the table I made... not then again it wasn't another 1 either. That would have been... complicated. Not yet edited.