A Mending and a Finding
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC
You had succeeded, you had claimed a city of over half-a-million souls to your banner. Strange how that realization can both send a thrill of pride and joy through you yet still be given the barest fraction of your attention. Once more the lessons you had learned in the Deep show their worth. To take land by the sword is far simpler than to rule it, especially if one intends to make something worthy of it.
Worthy of what? The niggling question rises to the fore once more as you look upon the tapestry of the city as not even the Dragonlords of old looked over Valyria the Fallen.
Yours is an elder legacy, but you will forge it anew...
It is not the hungry flames of war that illuminate Tyrosh in these wee hours of the night, only the sparks of legionnaire torches as they hunt looters and murderers set loose, most from among the city guards casting off any restraint alongside their allegiance to the old order or Unsullied struggling madly to resist in defiance of all sense. A few, however, will be inevitably from among your own army, overcome by hatred or greed.
In the end it matters not, all will hang side-by-side just the same, of that Garin assured you when you gave him the task, though you carefully paired the Braavosi's bone-deep dislike of slavery with Malarys' more pragmatic perspective to ensure that any highborn that end their days decorating a gibbet do so with at least a prefatory nod to the local custom and precedent. It would not do to trample previous law before enacting your own, lest the latter be counted nothing more than a tyrant's will.
More than justice, however, you aim to heal what woes you can. Wherever there is a legion camp there is healing given to those in dire need, though those not at death's door must wait a while longer while Mercy arrives to restore them by her very presence. Even in your hurried flight you have already heard tales of her being some manner of angel. Not the most unreasonable of notions given that she is oft in the company of true heavenly beings. You suspect the only reason Vee has not been the subject of similar rumors is that her temperament is... less than angelic even as she treats wounds and illnesses alike. Thankfully you have seen no sign of daemon-wrought pestilence yet.
A flash of familiar golden wings in the distance reminds you of another who might deserve the moniker, and not only for her dream-forged seeming. Dany has taken it upon herself and her small escort of legionaries return to their parents all the transfigured children and any other prisoners of 'the Order' you had managed to liberate. The children had been the lucky ones in truth, their changed minds unable to comprehend the horror of their situation, their bodies well cared for. Others emerged from their lightless prisons as broken wretches who will need arcane healing and perhaps even further care to see them returned to their lives.
For the dead also you had given commands that they be cared for, not only the honored dead of the legion and those sellswords fallen in your service, but the bodies of common citizens and even your erstwhile foes who fought in defense of the city. Somewhat to your surprise Rina had offered to organize the efforts unasked for, to sort through the bodies for any subtle taint and deliver the corpses of daemons and those warped by their influence to great piles to be disposed of.
The re-consecrated Fungus Forge in Lys could make use of them, you suspect...
When you finally reach the Archon's palace, however, you strike your first snag, and not one you had expected. In the chaos you cannot find any servant who knows the former ruler of the city enough to use the Wayfinder.
A fearful voice speaks from behind you. "I'll... I'll help you find father if you promise not to kill him for who he is, to give him a fair hearing." The elder of the Taelreon daughters trembles as she stands before you in the company of her legion guards. The man to her right gives you a questioning look, obviously willing to usher her away at a moment's notice at need.
What do you answer?
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OOC: That was actually a pretty impressive will save from the girl.