Seeking Perfection
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC
"What precisely is this enlightenment you seek, and how does one achieve it?" you ask, rather than pressing on the matter of the temple guard for the moment at least. You could make use of more trained warriors for certain, but not ones who serve another master of their own will.
"Do you ask that you may join us?" the priest asks after a moment.
For a moment the question leaves you without answer simply because of how utterly impossible that would be. Even among those gods you know and appreciate you could not give honest devotion, your interactions with them more in the way of barter than worship... which come to think of it might be the root of said appreciation. "No, I merely ask with the eye of a lord who would know his people and their ways," you say at least.
"Unfortunate," the priest sighs faintly. "For one who so easily transmutes himself being lost along the tangles in the path it is all too easy. To answer your question, one who would seek enlightenment must search within themselves for the seed of hallowed flame embedded in their souls and nurture it until they reach an ideal, be it of craftsmanship or artistry, study or action, rule or servitude. When one achieves that in this life it is possible to advance to the next rung of understanding."
"So the slave must accept his place in this life that he may be a master in the next?" You find yourself distinctly unimpressed, though you can easily understand why the magisters would encourage this worship, as opposed to say that of the Red God. There is no fellowship of all men to be found here, not even in chains.
"Or perhaps those who were once masters must learn to be slaves. It is not my place to guess at the order in which souls are tested," comes the reply. "It is, however, clear from the arrangement of this world that the lessons of servitude are harder to learn than those of dominion."
Humility, or simply an attempt to save face? you wonder, still finding it nigh impossible to read the figure swathed in black. "Why a faceless figure crowned in starlight?"
"Because it could be any, or indeed all of us, and there are some limits to an artist's craft, after all... in this world at least."
"Is there another, then?" you guess. "I had thought that souls were perfected by passing again and again through the first head and the last?"
"Indeed, for those judged worthy there is choice to become deathless spirits at the side of the god, perfect in their purpose as flesh and blood can never hope to be. It seems strange to me that you would not know this, for do not such spirits fly in the skies of Tyrosh even now? Did they not aid you in your conquest?"
That is not a wholly inexact understanding of the fate of mortal souls, you realize with a start, besides of course the fact that not all souls are perfected, unless one counts perfection of malice and sin from which fiends are begotten. "What is your relationship with other faiths in the city?" you once more change the subject, leaving the murky waters of theology behind for the moment.
"We disagree over the truths of the world and the nature of the divine, but no blood is shed between us and it has not been for many years..." The smallest hesitation follows. "Not since the Century of Blood when all the world went mad and frenzied self-proclaimed prophets wandered the earth proclaiming the cracking of the skies and the sundering of the earth has such a thing been seen."
"What then are the three head priests deliberating? From what I gather, your faith is centered on the one alone faced with his faith, not many gathered together. So what does the man upon the throne matter to you unless he seeks to destroy these halls?"
"It is a time of miracles we live in, some wondrous, some dreadful. Is it any wonder for priests to seek understanding in prayer, study, and discussion?" he answers your question with one of his own.
What do you do next?
[] Continue speaking
-[] Write in
[] Leave the temple
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Don't take Viserys thinking of the figure as male to be an indication that he guessed that it is so. It's just that Viserys himself is male so he defaulted to that simply because gendered pronouns are more natural to use than "it," and Viserys himself is male so he defaults to that in uncertain cases.