Through Silvered Gates
Thirteenth Day of the Third Month 294 AC
Never before had such a gathering stood before the Gate of the Seal, a sorcerer of dragon blood, a spy and sage both touched by the grave besides a giant of adamantine standing within the coils of a god's serpent with dragons of shadow wheeling above. Yet it was none of these the Orphne Lord who served as herald for their company struggled to explain, but instead the singer in a simple scholar's robes who seemed content to watch the great True Silver gates swing open without sound.
Chimeric hounds that seemed as much kin to lizard or bird spoke with the tongue of men a challenge: "Why does
that seek us? A binding in the deep darkness below the living earth where its taint cannot harm the world? Our Queen can well provide."
"I sense no malice to it, no will to break and twist the substance of the world," another of the hounds opined. "Perhaps we should wait and watch and only then judge."
"Wait and watch here not beyond the Bastion's Wards," the first replied with a snap of his jaws.
Though many of the envoys stiffened in offense at the words spoken to a scholar in good standing and a Companion of the King, and the shadows weighed heavier with Garin's personal offense, Xor raised a hand for peace and spoke in soft and measured tones. "I do not deny my nature, but as you may see of my aura I have worked to ensure no harm comes to the world from my presence. Should that not be enough surety for you and yours then I shall remain here while my companions move on."
The spectator understood more of diplomacy than most assumed to judge from his cheerful disposition and tendency to see the best in people wherever he might be. He knew he was offering himself as a hostage of sorts to guarantee negotiations went well, a weakness Viserys could not afford by the crown upon his brow, but which he could take on at need. There had been too much blood shed already in the contentions of powers and the clash of visions.
The fey guards nodded, Xor's friend Garin sighed knowingly. "Holy Aife, I ask that you keep him company in his vigil."
A company of fey knights emerged through the gates to take up cautious guard beside the spectator and the sea serpent flowing like a river over the verdant land. Other watchers unseen soon emerged to join them,
keepers of the crossroads, of the bridges between worlds.
In marched the uncanny company, envoys of the Dragon King.
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Though Zherys Naethyreon had little love of fey lords from his first encounter with such beings he was forced to admit that the lady of this place was a civilized being, cognizant of her peril to have greeted them so graciously with feat, song and recitation of their deeds so soon after the blow that might have slain her had the wards of this place not withstood the onslaught. Still, he did not miss that they were surrounded by revelers corporeal and ethereal, ready to strike at a moment's notice should they break the fragile peace.
Not servile than, that too Zherys could appreciate, though one would not know it from his expression.
"This fete is not meant for us alone," one of the twin-souled myrkdreki hissed over a cup of summer wine. "There are other mortals here, envoys of Highgarden. They seem nervous..."
And the dragon seemed amused at the prospect, unsurprisingly.
"Well than let us see what the envoys of the Rose seek," Zherys mused. The irony of being the least intimidating and, for a lack of a better word, most 'human' of present company did not escape him, but if someone was to interrogate their 'fellow citizens' it should probably not be the High Inquisitor or the occasionally impatient Lady Drekelis.
It took the better part of two hours, if hours could be said to pass in such a place, but Zherys succeeded in half persuading and half intimidating the envoys of Highgarden to explain what their business with the Key was to be. "It's part of the pact with the Court of Stars, the only one that can be enacted under these circumstances... the Opening of the Ways."
A part of Zherys was fascinated with the notion of using conceptual dominion over the roads of the Reach to allow the Azure Fey to travel instantly where they willed along them in search of their ancient charge to prevent the influence of the Far Realm. It would also supposedly make the roads safer and swifter in some way for mortals to cross. However, the Lord of Volantis thought it hasty to assume that the Azure Key could even enact this portion of the ritual on her own, and doubly so that it could be done
without the mental effects that spurred the Court of Stars' destruction.
On the third hand, or perhaps the first wing, he thought with carefully hidden amusement,
they are trying to curry favor with the King in seeking to persuade the Azure Court to swear to him to maintain this lesser land-binding after the conquest.
What advice does Zherys give the Tyrell envoys?
[] Drop the offer, you lack the arcane expertise and the King would not appreciate surprises, particularly given what House Tyrell's last attempt to bargain with the fey did
[] Wait until the King is apprised of the notion and a truce with the Azure Court established. Thank them for their sincerity
[] Write in
OOC: Zherys does not quite have Viserys social skills, but mostly mundane humans, even ones with high grade enchantments, can't really sand up to him in a social challenge.