Did we ever look further into the source of the Maester Anti-Magic conspiracy? The source of those letters and such we collected awhile ago?

Or did that fall on the wayside since the Citadel is now thoroughly being reformed and therefore was not deemed important in grand scheme of things?

[X] Azel

Hope this doesn't piss off lords any more, we haven't been doing a lot to appease them.
 
This is going to piss off massive amounts of Westerosi Lords either way... Gross.

We are basically implementing the rule of centralized law onto a set of Lords that have actively resisted the implementation of any law and who have intentionally ignored the precedent even their own house set. This sounds like a political disaster that will only be mitigated by either their desire to be in favor or fear of a visit from a dragon and the legions.
 
Did we ever look further into the source of the Maester Anti-Magic conspiracy? The source of those letters and such we collected awhile ago?

Or did that fall on the wayside since the Citadel is now thoroughly being reformed and therefore was not deemed important in grand scheme of things?
That was quietly taken care of by Marwyn, Qyburn and the twins, back when they infiltrated the Citadel in preparation for the invasion.
 
Fair enough, both of them more invested in it after all.

[X] Azel
I mean, it was a requirement for their take-over to get as many Archmaesters on their side as possible. Or at least to cram a Necrotic Mold into the body so that it could help with the rirual.

Kind of hard to not get into a little fight with the one group that would think it could win.
 
Did we ever look further into the source of the Maester Anti-Magic conspiracy?
I personally suspect it came into being originally as an anti dragon conspiracy that came about in the shadow of the extreme suffering and destruction caused by the dance of dragons which was the single most destructive ,devastating and bloody civil war to ever happen in the history of Westeros all because dragons were involved , after they succeeded in killing off the dragons the conspiracy took a life of its own and evolved from being against dragons to being against all magic , at least that is how I think the Anti-Magic conspiracy came into being
 
I personally suspect it came into being originally as an anti dragon conspiracy that came about in the shadow of the extreme suffering and destruction caused by the dance of dragons which was the single most destructive ,devastating and bloody civil war to ever happen in the history of Westeros all because dragons were involved , after they succeeded in killing off the dragons the conspiracy took a life of its own and evolved from being against dragons to being against all magic , at least that is how I think the Anti-Magic conspiracy came into being
That conspiracy already existed earlier and poisoned Balerion.
 
I'd definitely like to formalise a gladiator league, so that we have properly organised fights year round. Have the top league composed of 20 people who have to fight each other in 1 vs. 1 matches, with each pairing fighting twice a season for a total of 380 matches. Two fight nights a week to 5 fights each, with each fight being 3 bouts of up to 5 minutes. Gets you about 3 hours of entertainment per day.

Relegation is done once per year in a tourney between the lowest scoring fighters of the top league and the highest scoring ones of the regional leagues. In parallel, there's an open tourney for the title of Imperial Champion in which everyone can enter.

Bonus points if Digir wins today, since he has the right mix of power, Charisma and hateability that can get fans invested in the league.
 
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I'd definitely like to formalise a gladiator league, so that we have properly organised fights year round. Have the top league composed of 20 people who have to fight each other in 1 vs. 1 matches, with each pairing fighting twice a season for a total of 380 matches. Two fight nights a week to 5 fights each, with each fight being 3 bouts of up to 5 minutes. Gets you about 3 hours of entertainment per day.

Relegation is done once per year in a tourney between the lowest scoring fighters of the top league and the highest scoring ones of the regional leagues. In parallel, there's an open tourney for the title of Imperial Champion in which everyone can enter.

Bonus points if Digir wins today, since he has the right mix of power, Charisma and hateability that can get fans invested in the league.
Wait...Digir is a heel? I mean yeah sure that's one way to entertain the masses.
 
Part MMMDCCCIII: Fine Crimson Line
Fine Crimson Line

Nineteenth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC

The Royal Box, or you supposed now the Imperial Box, although there has not been much of a call to change the name in common parlance, is a good bit more spacious than most of the Circle. Though larger it is no quieter, since you had refused the suggestion that you proof it against the sounds of the crowd by sorcery. That would rather defy the experience of what it is to be 'round the Circle' as it has grown to be called. Not to mention that not all of the cheers are coming from outside today. Jon has taken your offer to watch the final from the box without any of the hesitation he might once have shown at accepting such favor.

Like most of the spectators, he falls silent when Digir Izi slinks in like a tiger to his meal. In a whisper, he asks Dany, "Who is he? Or really, I mean to say, what is he?"

"One of Wisdom Qyburn's experiments," your sister replies, her tone a good bit louder and more assured. "A group of ghostly Sarnory warriors approached him with a desire to regain a physical form that was made from their own remains instead of enchanted metal. He happened to have done some experiments with vampire samples and was in the need for willing souls with a given amount of weight to them, so he indulged their request. I would say that the First Necroplast has outdone himself yet again."

You can see Jon shiver slightly in his seat. "You make it sound like it's forging a blade or weaving a tapestry."

"More the former than the latter, given their skills." Your sister shrugs. "I mean, just ask Lya. She made the Incarnates like Nuri, including their more arcane abilities, and even she will admit that was some good work done on those bodies. Just think of what happened to Dregaire..."

"I would rather not, if that is alright with you, Your Highness," the boy replies, but Dany just rolls her eyes.

"He's fine. That paralytic touch was really impressive. I don't think I would be able to last long enough to break out of that if I did not have a counter-spell to it already at hand..." she pauses catching his look. "What? Is this about the being young thing again? Gods and Powers, I can't wait to grow up."

The sound of their discussion faded as the two combatants bowed and for a moment dead silence reigned, barely broken even to your senses. Then Nuri moves, her sword glowing with a fel wraith-light that cuts tough steel as easily as a blade of grass and as swift as the reaper's scythe. Yet Digir was prepared and swerved aside, leaving the blade to cut naught but empty air. He turns and delivers blow upon punishing blow with fist and foot, once he even lashes out with his head, cutting bone and tearing skin even though all the wards.

Nuri does not falter under the attacks. "Not a man of many words, are you? Is it because you do not know that many?" she taunts, this time weaving the spell with motions of her right hand and lashing out from her left, quick as a serpent's bite. The steel cuts through part of her foe's hand, sending fingers flying.

"Is this not why we have come here? To seek exaltation through blood and pain?" the Sarnori warrior asks her, his voice deep and and filled with a passion best left unnamed. "When you walk into this circle, you have to do so on your own two feet. No longer can you hide behind the strength of others, but by the first step onto the red sands, you proclaim yourself worthy. Superior to all these feeble creatures who even now know not if they shall love or fear a might and perfection that they can not even comprehend. And those who are unworthy of this glory will be made to pay for their insolence. A tithe of blood to the sand and a tithe of blood to their betters."

The next kick sends her flying only for Digir to lunge after her, fists moving almost too fast for even you to follow. For a moment it looks like she is stunned by the blows which would be the end of her, but Nuri manages to shake it off in time. Still, it is clear the weight of the blows and the subtler life-sapping magics are weighing on the incarnate. "It's a pity you did not draw the damn constructs," she says, spitting blood before drawing another line of quickly healing crimson along his chest.

"Yes...a pity," Dirgir laughs as he delivers a blow to the head that would have shattered the skull of any opponent less magically empowered, before delivering two more kicks to the abdomen.

Nuri rolls under the last blow and then rams her ethereal blade under her opponent's armpit, impaling his heart. It is all she can do do stand upright until the healers rush in, but victory is victory, no matter by how thin an edge.

Jon looks at equally entranced and horrified, unable to look away.

What do you want to see next?

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OOC: Nuri was at 4 Con , she would not have lasted another round.
 
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