The Long Descent
Twenty-Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
Over the last two days you have grown to appreciate both the steady mage lanterns and the tireless little golden servitors as never before. What might have been an impossible task squinting in flickering candlelight becomes instead a steady, pleasant, and often interesting task broken up by chatter that grows more comfortable by the hour. Time spent in the novel but at the same time rather sedate task of sorting through crumbling parchment does wonders to restore your mother's spirit from the sheer strain she has been under these last few days. The heavy stone walls breathe a sense of age-old solidity untinged by the strange and otherworldly. Even the servitors are too fussy and excitable by turn to be counted threatening.
That is not to say that your search is unfruitful. You discover scholarly texts of all sorts, from architecture to medicine, and from herbalism to history, all brought here by the maesters or else donated in days when the Night's Watch was a far more prestigious order. Centuries-old administrative documents and rolls of names you also unearth, and among the older ones certain hints, old and faded even when the scribe penned those ancient documents, begin to emerge: hints of ancient truces with the wildlings that might be invoked when the winters turned particularly savage as a matter of tradition, deeper still ancient ritualistic calls of the Lords of the North in the days before Torrhen Stark, last King of the North, knelt to the Conqueror.
Gained Castle Black Collection (Incomplete)
Library Quality increases to 15/20
All Knowledge roll bonuses increased by 1
'The Watch calls to the Umbers for embers of flame in dark times... The Watch calls to the Reeds for clear sight in the murky waters... The Watch calls to the Wynton Dustin Lord upon the Barrow for wards against the curses living and dead...'
As fragile sheets of parchment turn to scraps which require sorcerous mending to have any hope of deciphering even the language changes. Alongside the Common Tongue the Andals brought to Westeros there appears the Old Tongue of the First Men, written in sharp runes that would be more fittingly carved into stone than drawn upon parchment... the pace at which you could decipher text slows then as you require sorcery to merely rule out inventories or rolls of the living and the dead.
Here at last you begin to see signs of magic, long half-understood chants and gestures that Lya feels are close enough to full rituals that they could be attempted with only a little experimentation. Of themselves these rituals mimic simple spells: to compel truth, or preserve stores against decay, or heal wounds taken in battle. Hints also do you find that older more compete writings of which these are merely faded copies may be found in the abandoned Nightfort.
Gained Partial Ritual Lore (Purify Food and Drink, Zone of Truth, and Cure Light Wounds)
"The remnants of a time when magic was scarcer but not yet lost," Lya declares these very oldest writings, and rightfully so. Alas you realize that it had been far too long since the world had been as it was now for there to be any hope of finding great sorceries, or at least so you had thought until Dany decided to take a stroll thorough the twisting wormwalks alongside Ser Richard, looking for secrets. It was already well into the night and Maester Aemon had just gone to bed when she returns.
"Here," she says excitedly, pushing a book with pages of beaten bronze into your hands. After so long handling the remnants of ages past the thing looks in far too good a condition for something so ancient as to bear the runic scrip of the Old Tongue.
"It was in a little alcove with a body inside," your sister explains. "I talked to the skull and it claimed to be... well belong to that is... Bragor, last of the line of the Warg king, and the book contains something of the greater lore of skin-changing."
"Why was it locked in a secret alcove with its last owner?" Lya asks, curious as ever while your mother looks on bemusedly, likely not knowing how to take Dany being excited over speaking to ancient bones.
"He was starving himself, hoping to steal the skin of a visitor in the moment of his death so that he could flee south and make a new life for himself."
"Obviously he failed," you note.
"Actually from what the bones could tell he
succeeded," Dany replies darkly. She raises a hand. "Don't worry, I divined to see if he was still upon this world and he is not. Something or someone must have killed him in a way that he could not shed his skin to escape, though his lore remains."
Gained Bronze Book of the Warg Kings
"Should we actually share this with the Watch?" Tyene asks abruptly. "We did not technically find it in the
vaults, and more to the point the temptation to imitate our ancient wanderer will be rather severe for most among the Black Brothers should they manage to unlock this lore."
"We should warn them that it is dangerous, but it seems an ill thing to me to cling to the letter our agreement to work deception," Lya counters.
What do you do?
[] Keep the lore-book for yourself alone
[] Make a copy for the Watch
-[] Write in warnings (optional)
[] Write in
OOC: Next up your XP and return to Sorcerer's Deep.