A Sign Upon the Heavens Writ
Twenty-Third Day of the First Month 293 AC
Lying on your belly on the nameless substance of the modest pocket realm you hand called up with a bit of rope and a memory taken from the old war mages of Valyria you watch the dismal life of 'the Swills' take place bellow, a place where wants drive men until they might seem little better than beasts, but even here there is companionship and kindness, kith and kin watching out for each other, and even small acts of generosity. From your otherworldly perch you spy a young woman furtively handing a piece of hard black bread to an old beggar and a pair of boys, barely more than children, protecting a younger one among their number from a street thug with an iron bound club.
Of course there are dark things done beneath your gaze too, but this night of all nights, evil does not seem to prosper near the nameless mound of offal, as you reach out from time to time to lead a hand, the more so as it becomes clear no one will be coming to pick up the chest of documents you had planted amid the refuse. Once you might have felt self-conscious playing guardian angel with petty magics and unseen prods, but those you are helping are in far too great a need to worry about the odd disquieted twinge. The time will come when you will make an end of this revolting place in full... and in the meantime you might as well help as best you can.
When morning comes you give up the watch for a waste of time and return to the Deep to join with Mantarys and Vee to raid Tor's home... his erstwhile home you suppose as the dead have no need to such things, or at least you sincerely hope that holds true in the old mage's case.
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Tor's home is easy to find... easier in fact then you might have preferred thanks to the pillar of bruise-purple smoke rising into the morning sky.
"That ain't natural," Vee says confidently. You can hardly gainsay her for the smoke the thins and thickens at regular intervals, like some broken necklace strewn across the heavens. It would take either considerable effort and planing or magic to make a fire do that.
The closer you come to your destination, a modest but respectable home a top a small hill not far from the harbor, the more the streets become choked with guards and gawkers in equal measure.
At least there are no Unsullied, you think. Whatever had happened can't have scared the magisters too much seeing as they are counting on men with wooden cudgels to keep the peace. Then again the rulers of Pentos never struck you as particularly sensible, still less so after yesterday's horrid revelation.
"The only thing that has changed dramatically in regard to this place in the last day has been the death of it's master," Malarys whispers as you come close enough to glimpse the house. The walls are covered in a web-work cracks and half-the roof is missing.
"Maybe one of his slave mages got loose," Ser Richard offers. "Maybe one like that bastard that got fed demon blood."
"It might have been something considerably worse than a mortal mage," the mage priest counters. "If this Tor bound more than mere mortal mages, powerful spirits may have been let loose by his death."
"There was no smoke, nor any sign of disturbance in this direction yesterday," you reply with certainty.
"Perhaps so, but dawn and dusk are both pivotal times for the working of magic, the end of an old day and the birth of a new one might have burst weakened bindings."
"No sense jabbering about it now," Vee interjects. "We need to look around there." After a moment's thoughtful pause she adds grudgingly: "We should probably make sure the damn guards get out of there first so they won't get killed or worse." The young sorceress had taken the realization that the Pentosi leaders were conspiring to keep thousands of their fellows in misery particularly badly, but she can now make the distinction between the simple guard and the one giving in orders... even if she obviously does not like extending that mercy much.
What do you do?
[] Come forward as a mage and ask the guards to let you pass and leave Tor's House
-[] Write in (optional)
[] Announce yourself by full name and lineage and say that you have come to fix another of Pentos' messes
-[] Write in (optional)
[] Sneak in by stealth and sorcery
OOC: I know the vote period was on the short side but I'm trying to make up for lost time.