The Box You Have Opened part 2
You were with Ebrion when Maester Marywyn came to you, his companions scattering as your Dragon glared at them. "I thought you did not want me?"
"The Archmaesters perhaps, but not I and many others that do not wish to see the work we have accomplished to be forgotten by generations end." He then petted Ebrion scratching the scales before the dragon glared at him and he stopped.
"Be careful, he's known to eat people who touch him that he doesn't know." The Shatterpoint around the man was mending and molding, always ever-shifting as he looked to you.
"Ah you see them too, the Shatterpoints in our world, a dangerous technique. One that takes decades to master. Yet you seem to have mastered it without trying? Curious?"
"I take your Link teaches of such things?"
"A great many things one would say. Skin Changing, Green Sight, even the possibility of Raven Speak. There are powers that are far beyond that of mortal men. That even now, have only just returned to our waking surface." He then looked to his now sole companion that was hiding behind the piler. "Get out here you idiot We still have time."
"Jon Vance…Acolyte, he's my sole remaining student after Bill went to the capital, and…the Sphynx wandered off on personal business." He was looking at the sky. "Tell me Viserys, what do you know about the Stars?"
"Only how to use them to navigate mostly." You replied. "When I'm in the air, it's like I can feel their power, and the higher I go, the stronger it is."
Marwyn took a moment to think. "Looks I owe him a Dragon…" He then chuckled. "That is how I believe it works. You see, even in all my years of study, there is precious little we know about how the world works. But we have theories."
"The World goes around the Sun, not the Sun around us." Jon stated.
"Then explain the peculiarity of the seasons? Is that from our particular orbit around the sun?" Marwyn scolded.
"Yes… it's probably gotten worse since the Doom. Now the seasonal irregularities are even more misaligned." Jon said
You allowed yourself to stop the men with a throat gurgle. "Gentlemen, I have a question since you are the men who know about this…" You paused. "What are the weak points in our reality, where Magic is strongest?"
That made the Mage pause. "It would be wise if we discuss that no further Your Grace. There are places in this world where no mortal man should venture. Even I." He stated. "Please."
He was truly terrified of what you had asked. "Very well." You stated. "What magic itself, what do you think it is?"
"High Brain function." Jon quipped.
"Shut up you, you know nothing, except the constellations and orbital patterns." Marwyn stated.
"Fuck you Magi," Jon stated. "There is a logical explanation for everything, that doesn't involve magic."
"Ignore him, he thinks he's right about everything." The Mage stated. "Magic is energy."
"I just said that!" Jon proclaimed.
"You said something about the brain, and now you're saying it's energy!"
"Why can't it be both?" Jon replied.
"Because if it was both, then all our theories would be wrong. And we've done too many experiments for that preposterous theory to even exist." Marywn then took a breath. "My apologies. We get like this sometimes."
"I see. But my question still remains." You stated. "Because energy doesn't answer the question entirely, like about shatter points."
That earned a sigh. "Because we still know little about it. Only that since your return, the magical energies of Westeros is entirely becoming more powerful. There is a change that we are still trying to understand."
Jon then spoke. "Well, there is the possibility that there is lingering from the Doom that causes Magic to become more powerful, at the cost of health and energy. But that is just a theory. The Doom is something we still know very little about."
"It's the hells on our world, with fire and blood." You stated.
"Indeed. You are lucky to be alive." Jon replied.
But then your mind drifted to a book. "Tell me Marwyn… What of Samwell? And the machine he built?"
That made the mage smile. "A Boon of the highest order, but the Archmaesters are old and traditional. They are afraid that if it leaves this place, it will destroy or fracture the order. And they are afraid of that."
"Isn't knowledge and the search for it the duty of everyone?" You asked.
"Yes," Jon stated. "And that is the problem. They think that knowledge isn't for everyone, but only the Maesters themselves. In fact, you can see a similarity between the Great Sages of Valyria, and the Dragon Riders themselves… right before the Doom. According to Legend, and what little remind from the survivors… the Sages thought to do a single blood sacrifice… the Dragon Riders refused to commit to such sacrifice. And well we all know what happened next."
"A Theory, nothing more Jon, and not helpful," Marwyn stated. "But I believe that the order of Maesters are committing to a path we can ill afford to follow. Hence why Samwell is still alive. They would have killed him otherwise." He then took a breath. " And there is a war brewing, but one of knowledge and fear."
"And where do I stand in this, as King of Westeros."
Merwyn smiled. "You will learn that in time, Your Grace. All I ask you is this: When the time comes, Samwell Tarly must be in the Capital. He is the Key to the future of our order."
"I can do that, but how?"
"Leave that to us," Jon stated. "Magic is returning to the world, and it is up to the Order to make sense of it all."
Marwyn then pulled something out of his robes… a Glass Candle. One that had a Three-Headed Dragon on it. "Do not lose this. Aemon made it when he but a young Acolyte here, and no one knows how he did it. I suspect it will be more useful to you. Now that magic is returning."
"What about the Telescope?" Jon asked.
"You can send it by Raven Jon." Marwyn then pressed the candle in your hands. There was a murmur in the halls, and armed men were coming. "Now GO Your Grace!"
A question then arose. "What does this do?"
"Your Sister will know!" Marwyn shouted. "Go"
You jumped onto Ebron and held onto the saddle. "Go my friend, back to King's Landing!"
Ebrion roared and the men came closer, swords were drawn. "Ho," you shouted as a gust of wind launched the Dragon into the Air!
And a moment later, the Hightower and the Citidel were gone.
The Fate of the Maesters is unknown.
Reward: Gain Item: Glass Candle of Aemon Targaryen: A Candle of Glass was created by Aemon Targaryen during his time as an Acolyte. Its magical properties are unknown. (Unknown Effect to you. But Dany will know.)
The Maesters are in Civil disorder in all but name, as Factions trying to gain control over the citadel's future.
You have been tasked to Rescue Samwell Tarly from the citadel by Marwyn.
You know frighteningly little about the situation there. But all you know is that Lord Hightower is lying about the situation.
AN: Well shit.
I was waiting for this plotline to start.
Also, I can't wait to make the Faith Piss themselves.
@Stardust&Scotch I think I remember telling you about a possible Maester Civil war... Well now I get to use it.
