Only an ominous "they didn't come back out" which can mean many things.
A Warlock in King's Landing [GoT SI]
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Well this cat is going to imagine they did meet horrible, horrible death and no one will convince me otherwise.
My gut says that they're tearing the back of that alley apart, kicking up boxes and such looking for where the kid could have gone. Or there's some wonderful illusion trickery, such as making the exit of the alley disappear to the guard's perception.
They got lost in a tasty bowl of brown...
C3P1
Tabi
Expert Jissou Abuser
Chapter 3, Part 1
I met the Royal children properly after a mission for Varys, tailing a pair of Septons that intended to begin hoarding food for themselves. I listened in whilst, literally, hiding in the shadows before noting their names and positions. The Spider seemed rather happy with my work and gave me no further instructions.
With little else to do, I went off into the deepest bowels of the Red Keep to do some much needed exploring. By now, people recognized me well enough to know I was Varys' subordinate, and undoubtedly had some business to do skulking around for the Master of Whisperers, so no one actually stopped me.
So naturally, I got lost.
Because this was such a medieval setting, there were no directions or any signs as to where I was exactly. So I listened to my instincts.
I walked through shadows, slid underneath the doors, sauntered through the darkest passageways until I found myself in the midst of two young impressionable children with a Kingsguard behind the door none the wiser.
Myrcella was a pretty young thing, with all the beauty and grace that her mother possessed, but with the kind of innocence and warmth Cersei never had for anyone other than her brother. Born of incest or not, she was a girl worth protecting.
The Princess was helping Tommen, the poor softie, with one of his cats. Judging by the uncomfortable meows and coughing of the feline, I could guess it was suffering from a sore throat, no doubt from excessive hairballs and stress.
I'm a cat lover, sue me.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, Ser Pounce never got sick!" The little prince was wringing his hands, an expression of worry on his young face. Like his older brother and sister, he too had bright gold hair, though he certainly took after Jaime's feminine traits when the Kingslayer was younger.
"I'm sure she'll be alright," Myrcella said in a reassuring voice.
It was then she noticed me, watching from the doorway.
She gave a soft 'Oh!' of surprise as I stepped closer towards them. Fearlessly, the young Princess steps forwards and glares at me. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I am merely a servant of the realm, my lady," I said smoothly, glancing at Tommen, who stared at me curiously. "And I heard a cry for help from a kindred spirit."
The boy seemed to grasp exactly what I meant and he jumped to his feet. "You know what's wrong with Ser Pounce?"
"I daresay I do," I said, sweeping past Myrcella and kneeling down over the poor cat. It shrunk at my gaze, but I held my hand out and it cautiously sniffed it. "Excessive mewling and coughing often points to one or two things. Something or someone is causing it a great deal of stress, straining it's vocal cords. Much like how one may have a sore throat after yelling for too long."
Both Tommen and Myrcella exchange significant glances, as I massaged Ser Pounce's throat. "The second thing is probably just too many hairballs."
"Of course, most of the medicines Pycelle may have would not be suitable for consumption by the good Ser Pounce. But I have a simple solution. So please bare with me," I stood up and took a dish of water, chilling it with just a drop of magic. I looked at the cat with a glare that rendered it obedient to my command and forced the water down it's throat.
Tommen started forwards, horrified as the cat began choking.
Myrcella's eyes were wide and they grew wider as the cat began coughing violently; vomiting a truly massive hairball in a mess of water and half-digested food.
Fortunately, I had a basin just for that and let go of the cat's simple mind as it collapsed and began breathing normally.
It shook it's head and stumbled to Tommen, who picked it up.
"I highly recommend giving Ser Pounce soft food and lots of cold water to soothe his throat and allow it to mend. Give him lots of attention."
I disposed of the hairball and returned to them, but their cries had attracted the Kingsguard stationed outside their door; a certain Balon Swann with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Both children were assuring him that all was well; with Tommen holding up a ruffled but cured cat that no longer coughed. The Kingsguard looked at me suspiciously and his hand tightened on the handle of his sword.
"Perhaps it is time to take my leave my prince. I bid you and Ser Pounce good day." I bowed deeply to Tommen and did the same to Myrcella with a smile. "My lady."
I walked past Ser Swann, who glared at me with open suspicion, but he made no move to stop me. I smiled and said my thanks, making to leave when Tommen's young voice called out to me. "What is your name, Maester?"
"I am no maester," I said, turning back to them. "But my name is Tabi."
"Please come and see us again, then, mister Tabi," said Tommen with a smile. "Ser Pounce looks much better now!"
The cat did look better, though a bit haggered. It buried it's head into Tommen's chest and snuggled closer to him. I smiled, "It was nothing, my prince. And perhaps I shall."
Ser Swann did not seem to like that. Probably because he's wonder how the hell I got past him.
I made them another bow, this time with flourish to Swann's distaste, and left.
But as the door closed, an armored hand fell onto my shoulder.
"I do not know how you managed to get past me," growled Ser Balon, hand tightening on my shoulder. "But rest assured, it will not happen again."
I glanced at him, smile stretching across my face. "I don't doubt it, Ser Balon. But then again..." I looked straight into his eyes and exerted my will upon him just as I did to Ser Pounce just moments ago. "You let me through, because I had business with the Royal Children."
"I...ah..." Ser Balon seemed to struggle with himself for a moment. I force my will upon him even more. "You let me through, because I had business with the Royal Children."
"I...I let you through," mumbled the knight through his helm softly, nodding. "Because you had business with the Royal Children."
"Nothing untoward," I said with a nod.
"Nothing untoward at all," Ser Balon agreed gruffly. "Off you go."
I gave him a shallow bow and a wide smile. "Thank you Ser."
-
"I heard you found yourself in royal company yesterday," said Varys idly, watching me with detached interest as I prepared my little ritual. I shrugged with a little smile. "Though how one would get past a Kingsguard posted by their door undetected beggars question. And puts the Kingsguard's abilities in question."
My smile dimmed slightly, "His abilities are not in question. Though magic is rather what some would consider cheating."
"I'll ask you to be more discreet next time. Your interactions with Princess Myrcella and Prince Tommen have been noted by the Queen."
I poured salt into a mound within a large brazier on the ground, "And I assume she disapproves?"
"I cannot say," said the Spider with a shrug. "But be careful, my Warlock. The Great Game is not for the faint of heart."
I nod as I finished my preparations. The brazier was filled with powdered bark of the Deathly Hallow tree, whose sap is used to create Shade of the Evening. Salt and the flesh of a freshly killed rabbit sat underneath. I pursed my lips as I drew a blade and cut my thumb.
"What exactly is this ritual for, dare I ask?"
I could feel Varys' eyes on me as I squeezed out a few drops of blood. Almost instantly, each drop caused the salt and the powdered bark to ignite into a hot blue flame. The salt, powdered bark, and the flesh turned black and I closed my eyes as I inhaled the foul smoke.
Almost immediately, I regretted it.
I felt like immense pressure had descended upon me, as if I were being squeezed into tiny little ball from all directions by titanic forces that I could barely begin to understand. As soon as I realized this, it began to pull at me. Now I felt like taffy, being pulled miles apart. I stretched and stretched until I could take no more and I broke.
My eyes opened as I drew in a deep rattling gasp.
Varys was standing over me, looking mildly concerned, arms crossed and looked distinctly unimpressed. "Was that ritual supposed to do something?"
"Why, yes actually."
His eyes widened slightly and slowly, the eunuch looked behind him.
I smiled as my clone leaned against the doorway, blue lips pulled into the same smirk I now held.
Varys inspected the clone closely, even going so far as to cautiously poke him with a stick. "Hm. An exact duplicate?"
"One that I can dispel at any moment and bring back in short order," said myself as I picked myself up. "I've seen the Warlocks of Qarth perform this spell many times; but most can only summon or conjure one or two at a time. Pyat Pree of the Thirteen has been known to conjure at least a dozen duplicates at a time."
We both shudder slightly at the thought of that man.
"But still, you can see the utility of this," I continued, mentally dispelling the clone.
"I can indeed," Varys replies slowly. "How many do you believe you can conjure?
"One, for now," I replied with a grin. "But in time...I think my power will grow. I will keep you updated on my progress."
The Spider nodded and made for the door, leaving me alone in the chambers, amidst a smoking brazier and dying embers. Alone with shadows and little else. Smiling to myself in the dark, I summoned my magic to bring forth blue fire and began my work.
I met the Royal children properly after a mission for Varys, tailing a pair of Septons that intended to begin hoarding food for themselves. I listened in whilst, literally, hiding in the shadows before noting their names and positions. The Spider seemed rather happy with my work and gave me no further instructions.
With little else to do, I went off into the deepest bowels of the Red Keep to do some much needed exploring. By now, people recognized me well enough to know I was Varys' subordinate, and undoubtedly had some business to do skulking around for the Master of Whisperers, so no one actually stopped me.
So naturally, I got lost.
Because this was such a medieval setting, there were no directions or any signs as to where I was exactly. So I listened to my instincts.
I walked through shadows, slid underneath the doors, sauntered through the darkest passageways until I found myself in the midst of two young impressionable children with a Kingsguard behind the door none the wiser.
Myrcella was a pretty young thing, with all the beauty and grace that her mother possessed, but with the kind of innocence and warmth Cersei never had for anyone other than her brother. Born of incest or not, she was a girl worth protecting.
The Princess was helping Tommen, the poor softie, with one of his cats. Judging by the uncomfortable meows and coughing of the feline, I could guess it was suffering from a sore throat, no doubt from excessive hairballs and stress.
I'm a cat lover, sue me.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, Ser Pounce never got sick!" The little prince was wringing his hands, an expression of worry on his young face. Like his older brother and sister, he too had bright gold hair, though he certainly took after Jaime's feminine traits when the Kingslayer was younger.
"I'm sure she'll be alright," Myrcella said in a reassuring voice.
It was then she noticed me, watching from the doorway.
She gave a soft 'Oh!' of surprise as I stepped closer towards them. Fearlessly, the young Princess steps forwards and glares at me. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I am merely a servant of the realm, my lady," I said smoothly, glancing at Tommen, who stared at me curiously. "And I heard a cry for help from a kindred spirit."
The boy seemed to grasp exactly what I meant and he jumped to his feet. "You know what's wrong with Ser Pounce?"
"I daresay I do," I said, sweeping past Myrcella and kneeling down over the poor cat. It shrunk at my gaze, but I held my hand out and it cautiously sniffed it. "Excessive mewling and coughing often points to one or two things. Something or someone is causing it a great deal of stress, straining it's vocal cords. Much like how one may have a sore throat after yelling for too long."
Both Tommen and Myrcella exchange significant glances, as I massaged Ser Pounce's throat. "The second thing is probably just too many hairballs."
"Of course, most of the medicines Pycelle may have would not be suitable for consumption by the good Ser Pounce. But I have a simple solution. So please bare with me," I stood up and took a dish of water, chilling it with just a drop of magic. I looked at the cat with a glare that rendered it obedient to my command and forced the water down it's throat.
Tommen started forwards, horrified as the cat began choking.
Myrcella's eyes were wide and they grew wider as the cat began coughing violently; vomiting a truly massive hairball in a mess of water and half-digested food.
Fortunately, I had a basin just for that and let go of the cat's simple mind as it collapsed and began breathing normally.
It shook it's head and stumbled to Tommen, who picked it up.
"I highly recommend giving Ser Pounce soft food and lots of cold water to soothe his throat and allow it to mend. Give him lots of attention."
I disposed of the hairball and returned to them, but their cries had attracted the Kingsguard stationed outside their door; a certain Balon Swann with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Both children were assuring him that all was well; with Tommen holding up a ruffled but cured cat that no longer coughed. The Kingsguard looked at me suspiciously and his hand tightened on the handle of his sword.
"Perhaps it is time to take my leave my prince. I bid you and Ser Pounce good day." I bowed deeply to Tommen and did the same to Myrcella with a smile. "My lady."
I walked past Ser Swann, who glared at me with open suspicion, but he made no move to stop me. I smiled and said my thanks, making to leave when Tommen's young voice called out to me. "What is your name, Maester?"
"I am no maester," I said, turning back to them. "But my name is Tabi."
"Please come and see us again, then, mister Tabi," said Tommen with a smile. "Ser Pounce looks much better now!"
The cat did look better, though a bit haggered. It buried it's head into Tommen's chest and snuggled closer to him. I smiled, "It was nothing, my prince. And perhaps I shall."
Ser Swann did not seem to like that. Probably because he's wonder how the hell I got past him.
I made them another bow, this time with flourish to Swann's distaste, and left.
But as the door closed, an armored hand fell onto my shoulder.
"I do not know how you managed to get past me," growled Ser Balon, hand tightening on my shoulder. "But rest assured, it will not happen again."
I glanced at him, smile stretching across my face. "I don't doubt it, Ser Balon. But then again..." I looked straight into his eyes and exerted my will upon him just as I did to Ser Pounce just moments ago. "You let me through, because I had business with the Royal Children."
"I...ah..." Ser Balon seemed to struggle with himself for a moment. I force my will upon him even more. "You let me through, because I had business with the Royal Children."
"I...I let you through," mumbled the knight through his helm softly, nodding. "Because you had business with the Royal Children."
"Nothing untoward," I said with a nod.
"Nothing untoward at all," Ser Balon agreed gruffly. "Off you go."
I gave him a shallow bow and a wide smile. "Thank you Ser."
-
"I heard you found yourself in royal company yesterday," said Varys idly, watching me with detached interest as I prepared my little ritual. I shrugged with a little smile. "Though how one would get past a Kingsguard posted by their door undetected beggars question. And puts the Kingsguard's abilities in question."
My smile dimmed slightly, "His abilities are not in question. Though magic is rather what some would consider cheating."
"I'll ask you to be more discreet next time. Your interactions with Princess Myrcella and Prince Tommen have been noted by the Queen."
I poured salt into a mound within a large brazier on the ground, "And I assume she disapproves?"
"I cannot say," said the Spider with a shrug. "But be careful, my Warlock. The Great Game is not for the faint of heart."
I nod as I finished my preparations. The brazier was filled with powdered bark of the Deathly Hallow tree, whose sap is used to create Shade of the Evening. Salt and the flesh of a freshly killed rabbit sat underneath. I pursed my lips as I drew a blade and cut my thumb.
"What exactly is this ritual for, dare I ask?"
I could feel Varys' eyes on me as I squeezed out a few drops of blood. Almost instantly, each drop caused the salt and the powdered bark to ignite into a hot blue flame. The salt, powdered bark, and the flesh turned black and I closed my eyes as I inhaled the foul smoke.
Almost immediately, I regretted it.
I felt like immense pressure had descended upon me, as if I were being squeezed into tiny little ball from all directions by titanic forces that I could barely begin to understand. As soon as I realized this, it began to pull at me. Now I felt like taffy, being pulled miles apart. I stretched and stretched until I could take no more and I broke.
My eyes opened as I drew in a deep rattling gasp.
Varys was standing over me, looking mildly concerned, arms crossed and looked distinctly unimpressed. "Was that ritual supposed to do something?"
"Why, yes actually."
His eyes widened slightly and slowly, the eunuch looked behind him.
I smiled as my clone leaned against the doorway, blue lips pulled into the same smirk I now held.
Varys inspected the clone closely, even going so far as to cautiously poke him with a stick. "Hm. An exact duplicate?"
"One that I can dispel at any moment and bring back in short order," said myself as I picked myself up. "I've seen the Warlocks of Qarth perform this spell many times; but most can only summon or conjure one or two at a time. Pyat Pree of the Thirteen has been known to conjure at least a dozen duplicates at a time."
We both shudder slightly at the thought of that man.
"But still, you can see the utility of this," I continued, mentally dispelling the clone.
"I can indeed," Varys replies slowly. "How many do you believe you can conjure?
"One, for now," I replied with a grin. "But in time...I think my power will grow. I will keep you updated on my progress."
The Spider nodded and made for the door, leaving me alone in the chambers, amidst a smoking brazier and dying embers. Alone with shadows and little else. Smiling to myself in the dark, I summoned my magic to bring forth blue fire and began my work.
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Glad to see this continuing!
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Neat story, enjoyed reading. His abilities seem like they could make him quite a threat if he chose to be.