Guildhall of the Alchemists

[Xion]

The Guildhall of the Alchemists is located at the foot of Visenya's Hill, on the Street of the Sisters. The Guildhall is made of black marble and is a warren of twists and turns within. The Gallery of the Iron Torches is the receiving area for guests. It is a long chamber, empty save for the the columns of wildfire surround black metal columns. The iron torches are rarely lit, usually save for important guest

Notable Members

Grand Master Crurus Wisdom Belis Wisdom Rossart Wisdom Garigus Wisdom Hallyne

Forces

50 Guardsmen (Heavy Infantry retinue of the Grand Master) 300 Dismounted Knights 1,000 Capital Militia 600 Mercenary Crossbowmen

Note : Only members of the Targaryen dynasty, small council members, and the nobility of the realm will be allowed entrance to the Gallery of Iron Torches. All others will usually be refused at the entrance to the Guildhall by the guards.

[The Mad Skylord]

A short note, scribbled frantically on a scrap piece of paper arrives to the hall.

They conspire against me. They lurk in the Kingswood. Burn it to the ground!

[TARGARYEN SEAL]

[Xion]

A short note, scribbled frantically on a scrap piece of paper arrives to the hall.

They conspire against me. They lurk in the Kingswood. Burn it to the ground!

[TARGARYEN SEAL]

An acolyte takes the message through the twisting labyrinth that is the Guildhall to the Grand Master's sanctum. Serala looks up from the book she was reading to read the message. "Inform Belis and Rossart to begin preparing several containers of the substance for transport." The acolyte bows and runs off, while the Grand Master returns to reading her book.

[Pontifex Maximus]

The Queen summons the leaders of the guild to her chambers

[Pericles of Athens]

Lord Stark makes his way to the Alchemist Guild, the place smelt of pitch and something he couldn't place his finger on. He slowly pushes open the door, the cold rushing in hot on his heels as he stepped inside. Hello? He called, eyeing the inside of the hall. I am Rickard Stark, Lord Hand of the King. And I've some questions that must be asked.

[Xion]

An acolyte leads Lord Stark through the labyrinth that is the Guildhall to the sanctum of the Grand Master, where he could hear the sound of a vielle being played. The acolyte knocks twice on the door, and the vielle stops. "Enter." Upon entering, the Lord Hand would see a figure wearing a black version of the robes of the Guildhall and a silver mask. "Welcome to the Guildhall, Lord Hand. I presume your visit is related to the fire of the Kingswood."

[Pericles of Athens]

You have the right of it my lady. The Stark remarked, inclining his head to the Grand Master. As you know, the flames that raged across the Kingswood were green, the same sickening color that roasted Reachmen in the Red Keep at the end of the War of the Ninepenny Kings. He investigated her strange master with curiosity. As you are the only producer of Wildfire and the only ones to my knowledge that might handle it, I must ask who ordered it be used against the Kingswood?

[Xion]

"His grace." Crurus replies with a hint of apathy in her voice while rising up from the stool she was sitting on to walk over to her desk and look around for the missive from the King that ordered the Guild to set fire to the Kingswood. "If your next question is to ask why his grace ordered it, he believed there were enemies of the Crown hiding in the Kingswood...ah, here it is." She walks back over to Lord Stark and presents him the note with the Targaryen seal and scrawled writing on it.

[Pericles of Athens]

Rickard nodded, scanning the document. It is as I feared.Few answers and so many questions. Tell me, how much more of this.. substance has the King ordered?

[Xion]

Rickard nodded, scanning the document. It is as I feared. Few answers and so many questions. Tell me, how much more of this.. substance has the King ordered?

"His grace has ordered none of the substance since ordering the Kingswood be set ablaze."

[Pericles of Athens]

And that substance ordered before? He questioned, eyebrow raised. Was it all used in the burning of the wood? His voice was tempered, as he rhythmically tapped the letter against his hand.

[Xion]

And that substance ordered before? He questioned, eyebrow raised. Was it all used in the burning of the wood? His voice was tempered, as he rhythmically tapped the letter against his hand.

"Most of it was used in the burning of the Kingswood. The few barrels of substance not used is in storage in the depths of the Guildhall."

[Pericles of Athens]

Aye? Good. I thank you for the honesty. Stark replied, he wasn't quite sure if she was telling the truth, but he wanted to believe her. May I keep this? He questioned, waving the letter a slight in the air.

[Xion]

Aye? Good. I thank you for the honesty. Stark replied, he wasn't quite sure if she was telling the truth, but he wanted to believe her. May I keep this? He questioned, waving the letter a slight in the air.

"Your welcome, Lord Stark." She then shakes her head. "I must ask for that back, it will be put into the archives of the Guild so it may compliment the records of the second Kingswood fire for future apprentices of the Guild to learn from."

[Pericles of Athens]

See to it the letter is not buried. He replied, handing it back to the Grand Master. I hope I need not return here. His peered deep into hers one last time, before he moved to leave.

[Xion]

See to it the letter is not buried. He replied, handing it back to the Grand Master. I hope I need not return here. His peered deep into hers one last time, before he moved to leave.

Crurus nods. "Of course, Lord Stark." She takes and places it on top of a pile of documents on her desk. The acolyte had waited a few steps down the hall from the doors to the sanctum, and leads Lord Stark through the maze once more to the door to the Street of the Sisters.

Shortly after the Lord Hand's departure, the Grand Master sends an apprentice to deliver the missive to Wisdom Garigus, who was in charge of the archives of the Guild.

[Xion]

Serala looks down at a map of King's Landing on her desk, with markings of where the established three wildfire caches were and the few remaining barrels from the one that was established at the Great Sept but has been changed for the one at Cobbler's Square. "It's not enough." she says while picking up a quill to mark several locations on the map. "This should work.." She then puts on her mask and cloak before leaving her sanctum to find Rossart and Garigus in one of the libraries of the Guildhall. "Increase production of the substance and prepare double the standard amount for the next transport." The two Wisdoms bow and order an acolyte to take the orders to the alchemists currently preparing the substance.

[Lord Dread]

With news of the High Septon preaching against the former Lady Commander, whose fate was for now unknown, Ser Thorgen Pyre requested an audience with the Alchemists. The Red knight knew that his master, the Red Priest Larraq had possibilities to visit the Red Keep, while Thorgen himself knew that a private audience with the King was probably something, he couldn't afford, even with Larraq's help, who probably wouldn't even appreciate of what the young knight planned.
Thus, since the only available guild, which was in service of the Targaryens, was located within the capital, the Wildfire knight tried his luck here, as it seemed also like a good omen for him due to him finding his true destiny.
Wearing the mace on wildfire as his open coat of arms, the young man entered the guild, requesting an audience.

[Xion]

The knight is denied an audience by the guards.

[Lord Dread]

A bit shameful, but nontheless not giving up, Ser Pyre left the place. There were mayhaps other ways to reach the King.
I'll remember who denied me this opportunity, was all he thought.