A King's Counsel
Sixteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
The more you think on the way the bear-man and his followers see the world, the less sense it makes, and the
angrier you get. Perhaps there is some arcane reasoning fitting to a man given the wits of man but not his nature, but men are not beasts in the wilds to be hunted nor cattle to be culled at the pleasure of whoever appoints himself their keeper. Chaos and madness set loose upon the earth before the foe could even show himself. For all this your voice is somehow calm when you answer, harsh and unyielding as iron.
"You claim that one who will not survive the Winter must be suborned for the fleeting gathering of strength,yet I see only madness in your design. Whatever boon granted by the strife you weave lost before the uncaring march of Winter. But what paltry gains you make do not compare to the fear, the madness and sorrow you create, further dividing man against itself. "
"Cripples, greybeards dead at first frost, whelps of the Long Summer, born a poisoned gift," the great bear scoffs, the merest shadow of something that might have been regret in his voice.
"What do you mean?" Elle asks sharply before you can speak. Rage still simmers in her, but there is an urgency to her voice.
"Even they are not beyond the balance of things, and so they weave it in their curses. Long will be the golden time, fruitful the children of earth... yet never long enough. When the great dark comes the forests will be filled with whelps half-grown, not ready yet to carry spear or bow. Oh, but they'll try, and then the dark will laugh." The words do not ring of prophesy's fickle truths, still less of guesswork, more of bitter experience.
Long have you suspected the nature of the ones Bloodraven would not name... but to know they,
it comes so soon still sends a shiver down your spine. Not now, not
yet. You push the thought away and address the being that stands before you.
"What is weakness?" you ask starkly. "Is it lacking strength of arm to hold a spear and draw a bow? If so, what of them who in the dawn-time first thought to make these weapons that man, not gifted with fang and claw or hoof and horn, might guard against the perils of the wild and the
night?"
"Your questions are like the eggs of the serpent, wizard, and from them answers you might birth and that slither to your tune," the bear answers, sounding at once annoyed and amused. "Yet still there will be those who are worth less than their keep..."
"Send them south," you offer, though you know spear-wife and black brother both would hate the notion fiercely. "Send south summer's children that they might yet grow in spite of the winter that walks. Better to go along a different path than to stay cold in the ground, or just a cold to walk a thing of horror, a puppet to dark masters."
The bear's great shaggy head tilts to the side as though he does not know quite what to make of you. "Not all would come, not all can come." Whatever else this ancient thing may be it is not used to being uncertain of his path.
"Then burn those that fall and scatter the ashes," Dany says coldly. "You will not starve for it, not unless doom is already upon you and your foe is merely playing with you as a cat does with a dying mouse."
"A pledge then, mortals!" the bear finally roars. "Before the Silent Gods swear that you will take Free Folk of these lands South and open the gates of the Wall to them when the hour comes and I will hunt them no more."
From the corner of your eye you see Harwood pale and open his mouth to speak. For thousands of years the Watch has struggled to keep the Wildlings from the south. It is one thing to swear such a thing here in the presence of a spirit made flesh a harbinger of night broken at your feet, and quite another to persuade the Night's Watch entire.
Yet looking at the way the great bear swigs from foot to foot impatiently, scraping his great pick along the ground, you suspect any attempt to shift the terms will be seen as untrustworthy and false.
What do you say?
[] Swear the oath
[] Do not swear the oath
-[] Write in battle plan
[] Write in counter offer
OOC: You just barely managed to get enough successes with Dany's help, but you would have to roll very well indeed to shift the bear further.