This will be a long entry. I find it hard to wrap my head around our latest discovery. This is something that can start a new age if unleashed, that affects so many lives beyond just mine… I know it’s selfish, thinking of myself in this situation, but everything I’ve done and everything I’ve worked for since I was a child has come crashing down around my head with the reading of just a few pages of just one book… But, I overreach. It is my place to serve, and I must see to the duty laid before me. The chronicling of this must be continued. I left off last time on the road from Storms eye.
I was pleased to see the Squire Eddard and our fierce Robert (Lord Robert? Lord? It’s hard to think that he has any royal blood in him, but Stannis conceded as much, as I spoke of before… He doesn’t seem to have taken it to mind, though. Perhaps that is for the best.) keeping themselves sharp, sparing with their knight and men respectively. Eddard almost bested the Prince, but for a few cunning moves that ended the match when the Prince needed it most. Robert seemed to take a while to learn what I’d been trying to explain to him about the training of unsullied. They are removed of the ability to feel pain through sorceries and potions that I am not knowledgeable of, and I am very happy to be ignorant of how to make a man lame in such a way. To rob them of pain is to rob them of pleasure.
It was not a terribly long journey to Manticor, where we met up with the fabled leader of our Red Stripe, Tyrion. He seemed in bad shape, though his actions and holding denied it. His face had a great festering wound, given to him by some barbarian of the north. If he had let me, I might have been able to tend it, but I admit that it looked out of my meager healing limits. With time, though, perhaps… Anyway. I digress again. Our leader restocked us, and saw us on our way to Justicar, the ruined city. We found very quickly that the road beyond Manticor, no longer under the protection of Stannis’ watchful and dutiful eye, was much more perilous. We took losses when attacked by follows to the seven, mostly to Roberts group. I did not, myself, see much of the battle, as I prefer to keep to the wagons and train. Not for fear, of course, the gods watch…
They… No. I simply do not fear. I am just best used there to care for those hurt on the road, and to keep a watchful eye on the stores of rations. Those traveling with us, and even some of our own troops can sometimes become greedy and try to take more than their share.
These large battles, though, the aftermath makes it easy to guess what happened. So many men struck down by arrows, most unsullied, in the same spot.. They were ambushed, and swiftly. I am told Eddard led the charge along with Faux that put the attacks to running, in a grand show of valor and intelligence. He did not let himself get swept away with passion and lust for revenge on his attackers, and could very well have been the reason that we took their fort at all. They captured a few of the fighters, mostly farmers and simple men, who were able to tell us the layout of the land, where we could find the fort and what settlements surrounded it. With that knowledge, Robert and Eddard hammered out a plan that worked beautifully. It was simple, and showed to me what character the two had, and what they could be when working together. Robert is bold, willing to take large risk for greater reward. He isn’t without cunning, but he has the ability to allow himself to become too brash. Eddard has a cool head, is able to think quickly and intelligently in heated situations. He is very calculated and noble in his actions. When the two join, a certain steel is forged. They counter the weak points of the other, and compliment the strengths. Faux was unusually quiet during the meeting… I fear sometimes that perhaps she is feeling over her head. Next to such powerful personalities, it is easy to feel that way, and without our friend Uriel to lend her his voice, she seems to let the two men choose the path. While they seem fully capable, Faux has shown me that she has had the mettle to handle hard situations, better than most. I will need to speak with her, mayhap I can give her the confidence to add to these discussions and thus help forge something even greater…
I will do that. Together, and with timely aid from Uriel and Ser Daniel, the fort was taken peaceably, and we were escorted to Justicar by one of her own generals. There, the High Septon Urden met us, and lead us in the climb up the great temple pyramid. At the top, while I was praying, the events that
led to ever … changed everything, began. I will need to re-write this sometime soon, for my words now cannot muster the proper reverence, the proper…vastness to convey what happened. With a single blow, Uriel’s champion Jorah Mormont slew High Septon Urden right there, right before the eyes of the Seven. I… Still find myself… Ser Daniel took the corpse and tossed it down the stairs, to fall for as long as it could.. Amidst the carnage, Robert began searching for something, and with the aid of Uriel and Eddard, discovered an apparently not so secret passage that led deep into the temple. That was when we should have known better to delve. But, delve we did, descending into the temple. After hours of downward spiraling, and not enough questioning of Robert, we came to a tomb within the pyramid. We passed statues of hundreds of gods, the Seven among them, all despoiled and desecrated. In the tomb we found a great rock coffin, which inside rested a skeleton of which I could not comprehend. The body was squat, so short, and yet to massively wide. It was as if someone had taken Uriel and mashed him, taken his wide frame and made it moreso, while shortening him equally. It clutched a book and a hammer, both of which Robert eagerly ripped free from it’s clutches. I know my eyes deceived me, but I almost swear the skull’s grin mocked us as we did. Robert offered the book to me to read, and… (The scribbling here is impossible to translate into legible words.)
I find the words hard to come by. The seven… Never existed. They were created to mock the masses, to mock those that follow gods by a spiteful, angry man centuries dead. I know not who offers me the powers I call upon, but I do know that my life has been a lie until that moment. I had followed willingly a lie, and though it is nothing against me to have been tricked, it nonetheless hurts me to discover it. There, on the steps attempting to flee a sound of which we did not know the origin, our order nearly was rent asunder. Robert had been holding back so much information, and had seemed to ready to come to blows over the book. He and Uriel I was certain almost came to blows, whilst I am also certain that he was mere moments away from putting me down as well, so long as I denied him the book. I don’t know what to think of this. He seemed honest in his reasons for wanting to be the one holding onto the book, but to have allowed us to get so far without explaining himself, or how he found the information. That is a difficult medicine to swallow. Eddard holds it now, while we all attempt to fathom what has happened since that moment. We walked out of the pyramid almost in a daze. At least, I felt that way, so numb that even the sight of the great Kracken sigil did not draw from me much surprise or concern. It appears that two from Faux’s and Uriel’s past survived, Mistress Asha and Master Gendry.
Justicar is now controlled by the Isles, allied with Northguard and the Red Stripe. Uriel seems to have lost his mind, I have lost the gods I knew, and even Robert seems to be retreating farther and farther from us that I don’t even know if he can be trusted in the least. We are shattered, but not yet destroyed. With Stannis’s blessing, we follow another direction from our worrisome Lord Robert Baratheon and his hidden reasons, and make our way for the Isles in the East, the apparent birthplace of the Stranger…
Help us, Gods that truly be. There must be.