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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 17:15:06 GMT -5
Oriax booked the passage and resigned himself to spending 2 days camped outside the city near the barrows, seeing little purpose in booking rooms for so many men.
He had his bird continually circle the city, searching out the fellow Asshaii, all the while considering what he would use the 20 men that would not be accompanying him for. The sorcerer would be loath to waste such an ample fuel source. For a moment he wished Amelia were present, as a shadow baby would have been well within his means.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 17:26:11 GMT -5
The second night Oriax sees her. Delana of the Council, chief of the summoners in Asshai. She stares at the dead bird, tracking its every movement, the invitation or challenge clear.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 17:33:32 GMT -5
Oriax once more dons his mask and robe, insistent on meeting a member of the council with the decorum expected. He left Malix and Nyles at camp and made his way through the city alone to find her, the dead bird crowing from its dead lungs and flying low to perch on his shoulder as he approached. Just two shadows meeting in the night.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 17:38:54 GMT -5
Delana looks to him and chuckles. "Well met, Oriax, Master of Rituals." she says. She raises a gold mask. "Your work has met with approval from the council."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 17:42:43 GMT -5
"You honor me, Summoner." he said, in a tone of reverent respect that he had never afforded the Westerosi, bowing his weirwood mask slightly in deference to her own. "Though the work is far from complete. What brings you so far from the Shadow?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 17:44:25 GMT -5
Delana hesitates a moment. "Vhagus Blackfyre," she said. "The Council has tested him and found him a rival. You know what that means." Her voice was flat. Oriax hadn't heard of a rival in decades. Centuries, probably.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 17:48:49 GMT -5
"Yet you are here and he is in Essos." Oriax replied, knowing that she of course was aware of this. "Is that why you trade our secrets to these simpletons? Have times become so desperate?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 17:51:48 GMT -5
Delana is still. "Becoming that desperate, yes. You use king's blood or weirwood sap to power spells." She speaks mechanically. "He has dragon's blood. And it is threatening to tear a hole in our reality."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 17:57:40 GMT -5
"Then we will stop him." he replied simply, with the certainty of a man that knew there were no alternatives. "Or embrace oblivion."
"I assume the Council has a plan?" he inquired.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 18:05:45 GMT -5
"The start of one," she said. "We need to kill a man here. Bryce Dawn. Or Daven, or whatever these animals call themselves."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 18:10:59 GMT -5
"Dayne." Oriax corrected, with a sigh, hating himself for actually knowing that bit of knowledge. "The man is on the other end of the continent. Which once more begs the questions what are you doing here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 18:13:08 GMT -5
"Looking for you," she said. "A Daesh was unleashed some time ago, and only you should have the raw knowledge to create a spell so powerful."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 19:24:08 GMT -5
"Yes..." he said slowly, cowed at his sloppy handiwork. "An unfortunate side effect."
"I don't suppose you know a means to banish it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 19:28:33 GMT -5
"You can't," she said. "That's why we keep sellswords. Steel and fire are the only cure for a Daesh." She walks to him. "How did it feel? The weirwood nexus?" Her longing to live vicariously is evident in her voice.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 16, 2015 19:35:28 GMT -5
"Like I had ascended to the heavens and struck the gods themselves from their thrones." he said, black eyes alight for a moment as he removed one of his gloves to reveal the scarred hand beneath. "Though it did not come without cost."
"The creature at Most Cailin. Your handiwork?"
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