A Sweet Voice in Times of Woe
Thirtieth Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
Cheers have never rang more hollow in your ears, nor triumph tasted more bitter upon the tongue than in that bloody night over Westheaven as you call out with an ensorcelled tongue for peace and order against chaos you have yourself helped sow. You offer hope and salvation against the demons of man's worst nature let off their leash that night even as a demon of the Pit flies unseen at your side like some wicked sorcerer of tale ready to reap the souls of men to his fell purposes. Does it absolve you of fault that you mean what you say, that you struggle to give good lordship?
Four-and-twenty men: that is the toll in lives you claim with your own hands and by the weapons of those who heed your words ere the night is done. They were mad, beyond listening, you tell yourself, for how else could they resist the power of your voice? Somehow that does not make the sting of memory any less.
A single ship had tried to leave in the night, though they had warning enough to stop before running aground on the walls Dany and her fey helpers wrought. Alas that you had not considered shallower draft boats. Several of those had passed out of the harbor and your sister had not the heart to order them sunk. Still, such fragile craft cannot make the journey to Tyrosh all at once as a true ship might, so it will be weeks before word of what has passed here reaches the city... and like as not it will be garbled frightened rumor.
The morning finds you by the sea, surrounded by a crowd bearing torches and lanterns, freemen and slaves both, locals and foreigners caught in the tide of madness. In all their faces is reflected the same burning hope, the same fevered expectation that someone,
anyone will explain the madness of the night of blood and madness. Had you possessed horns and tail they might have listened to you still.
What tale should you spin for them, you wonder. What mummer's tale to hide the harsh truth of conquest?
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OOC: Again you rolled surprisingly low for super diplomacy, so no one has taken to worshiping you just yet, a fact for which Viserys IC is quite grateful.