Of Faith in Strange Places
Tenth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Briefly you are tempted to play along to the game to give 'Renard' a villain in name and not in deed, that he might learn the truth slowly through every clash. Glyra would enjoy it and more to the point she would probably profit from it given her nature. In the end practicality wins out, there is too much you do not know about this mummer's game and Renly Baratheon's place in it so that day standing on the shore of a formless sea you choose to wait and watch. Of course you are not the only one with a stake in this place and its fulcrum.
"So you are just going to leave him here to live a lie? To dance to unseen strings, only with a new audience?" Renly's words are soft, but they lack some of the usual deference of a knight to his lord. He is bound to service of course, but you are not such a fool as to trust such bonds alone to hold a dissatisfied vassal, whatever his nature.
"Acting without thought could unravel this entire realm and spill fifty thousand souls into the mists. This is where I could say if your originator is indeed the hero he shows himself to be than he would prefer to be lied to for a few more weeks rather than risk that, but whether that is true or not is immaterial to me, the souls of so many are worth more
to me."
Bright blue eyes hold your gaze for a long moment before dipping in a small nod, followed by a sigh. "Fair point, biter though it may be upon the tongue to be part of this charade a moment longer. What are you going to do?"
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The myrkdraki and mind dragon draw straws to choose which among them will stay to watch this strange realm, they all cheat so creatively you have to officiate the process. They are to be eyes and not hands and avoid becoming entangled in the tale of this land as much as possible.
"Maybe the shadowcats will keep them out of troub..." A giggle cuts your sister off before she can finish. "Watchmoles... yep that is the key, watchmoles, serious as Stannis they'll be." The amusement fades from her eyes. "What
are we going to tell Stannis? He is going to want his brother back. You don't think he would try to give Storm's End back do you? He's one of the most reliable lords we have and no offense to Renly, but he's young and..."
"Even in the best case he would have spent the last several years playing knight errant not worrying about administration, trade and land management," you finish. "No, I don't think even Stannis is
that fixated upon duty, or rather I think he can convince himself that Renly abandoned his oaths when he took the fey lord's offer."
Though you have business with the githzerai Dany and Teana do not fly east into the mists to find the Monastery of the Unbroken Circle. Instead you fly west following the folk you had freed from the Ironborn. You had not seen any sign of temples and little prayer while observing the locals, but surely such a miraculous homecoming will reveal some sign.
"Blood to the land, sky is my witness that we are truly those lost and found again before we could pass beyond the sea out of memory of kith and kin..." the eldest of the former thralls proclaims, spilling blood into the earth from a shallow cut on his palm to reveal that he is mortal and alive. It sounds a little like an invocation to Mother Earth and Father Sky, though without the call to any of their names.
Then you hear in reply from the village headman. "It was met that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thou were dead, and are alive again; and were lost, and are found."
"That's from the Seven-Pointed Star, from the Book of the Father where is speaks of Hugor's son lost to sin and then returned," Dany muses, almost too low to hear over the wind. "What the Hells
are they worshiping?"
"If this is supposed to be the age in which these Andals came from Essos a degree of syncretism is not unreasonable," Teana offers. "You have two gods that are identified as Father, two goddesses that are identified as Mother..."
"It does not get us any closer to figuring out how an area so large can even be this stable." You had hopes that the religion of the locals would provide some answers instead of more questions. Perhaps the githzerai will know more.
Of course they will likely have questions of their own, such as why you are curious about patches of Limbo that defy dissolution. The Grandmaster is likely to be
very interested indeed in almost a ten thousand square miles of land in Limbo. How truthful can you be with your distant allies you wonder.
How much do you tell the githzerai about the Lost Lands?
[] Everything you know, they have been honorable allies so far and you see no reason why that would change
[] Just the basics, an isolated patch of order created as part of a fey plot, without mentioning the size or population
[] Write in
OOC: I hope this did not drag. You guys did ask about faith and it flowed more naturally here than down the line in a report