A forest that was not there yesterday

[unprophesied_of_ages]

The Lord Ruler is in his palace, when he sees a sight he hasn't seen in centuries. Trees, sunlight...is he hallucinating? The fact that there's a forest in his living room isn't the surprising part. The fact that there's a forest on his planet is. As soon as he walks through the door to where his living room isn't, it's definitely not a hallucination.

His stores of Allomantic metals abruptly disappear. They're still physically there, but the power is completely gone. He immediately turns to go back, only to see more forest.

At least his Feruchemy still works—he can tell because he's still alive—but that won't last him forever. He only has so much stored youth, and without both sets of abilities he can't replenish it. He hasn't been in so much danger since the beheading that one time. Returning to Scadrial is the highest and currently only priority. If spontaneous forests are a thing, he needs to find someone who can explain them and more importantly how to get back.

The next few hours are spent walking in an essentially randomly chosen direction, with the sun to his right. He's quite certain that suns are supposed to be moving across the sky, but that's not a pressing emergency. He already knew he wasn't on his own planet when he saw proper trees and plants instead of ash-covered monstrosities. Whenever he calls out, nobody responds. If it's an empty spontaneous forest, he's probably doomed.

After some time, he hears his stomach growl. He hasn't seen much that looks edible, but possibly that's just because he's not used to real plants. Berries. Berries used to exist. Those berries look tasty, and if they're poisonous it's not like he needs to worry about it. As always, he has a truly ridiculous amount of stored health in his gold jewelry. Tapping gold just in case, he eats a handful.

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[unprophesied_of_ages]

Alendi enjoys watching his count of minions-by-proxy increase.

"I can think of some potential uses for sorcerers," he says. "Would it be safe to collect them on this side of the gate, or does it need to stay closed?"

[imeanforever]

"I'd like to have orders worked out ahead of time," Promise says. "Everyone who's already near the large gate is immobilized, so it should be safe to order someone there. What do you want sorcerers for right now?"

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"Nothing urgent. It's for transmutation of useful things, keeping our future destination safe, possibly fixing the weather here and mind sorcery. You mentioned that takes a long time to build familiarity, so if there are any telepaths available I'd like to have them get started early."

[imeanforever]

"Weather makes sense - what mind sorcery do you want done?"

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"I've still got one too many immortal gods of destruction in my basement, and it would be really great if someone could render it brain-dead."

[imeanforever]

"How is anybody going to get acquainted with your god of destruction?" Promise asks.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"I don't know; however they usually do it. As long as they don't need physical contact we can stick them in the room with it."

[imeanforever]

"Can they talk to it?"

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"Yes. Not directly, but something can be safely arranged. Can't guarantee it'll answer, though."

[imeanforever]

"If it doesn't answer it's not going to work."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"They don't have ways to sense it directly? Then we'll have to be convincing. Offer to destroy things in exchange, maybe, or even let it think it might be able to talk someone into letting it out.

I can buy this world a thousand years at a time, but sorcery is the only thing I've heard of that might permanently destroy the threat. If it might work, I want to try to look into it."

[imeanforever]

"The reason mental sorcery is so obscure - that Thorn didn't have Twirl rearrange my brain to suit him - is that you need uncoerced, genuine, freely supplied insight into the mind you want to ensorcel. You can't get that from a vassal and I'm not sure you can get it from someone you're bribing who's trying to manipulate you."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"We can pick some gratuitously destructive sorcerer and hope they hit it off? I'm already far from sure this would work even in the best case."

[imeanforever]

"But this is clearly not something that will work in the next month even if Ruin is very chatty. So that's a lower priority."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"I did say nothing was immediately urgent.

How many vassals are left that we need the—her for? We haven't stopped Thorn yet."

[imeanforever]

"Is there anyone in your court whose name only you know?" Promise asks the Queen.

"No."

"What would you need to do in order to quickly and efficiently collect a court of between sixty and one hundred fairies in four to eight locations, heavily skewed towards sorcerers, expertly commanded and mostly psychologically loyal, fifteen hundred miles from your palace but with a gate available?"

"I would send my Arcane and his Red Flight of vassals, and the Diamond Nine. If I knew the court leader's identity I could omit the Nine."

"But even without that identity, you're sure Arcane and the Flight and the Nine can take care of it?"

"Yes."

"Who leads the Nine?"

"Veracity knows the names of the other eight."

Promise finds Veracity on the chart and then consults her map. "Will they need the gate?"

"Not necessarily. Arcane can cross the distance."

"Quickly?"

"In minutes."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"Is there a safe way for us to see Thorn's face when he realizes who's after him?" Alendi is asking the important questions.

[imeanforever]

"Probably not," says Promise. "Queen?"

"Canvas of the Flight is a gifted artist and could produce a rendering if she witnessed it."

"So there's that."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"Close enough, I suppose."

"Oh, and you should probably pick a nickname, your former Majesty."

[imeanforever]

"I am the Queen," insists the Queen.

"She can call herself whatever she likes," says Promise. "We will not win ourselves any points with any fairies, even ones who hate her, if we try to call her something else. Even Thorn lets his vassals self-nickname."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"Even when they name themselves things like, for example, 'the Queen?' asks the Lord Ruler.
"But if there's a lot depending on it, accuracy isn't that important."

[imeanforever]

"I could call myself the Eternal Perfect Empress of All That Exists and all anybody would do about that is ask if I minded them shortening it to 'Perfect'," says Promise. "She can be 'the Queen' until she no longer feels it represents her well."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"If it's that important to every fairy, it's probably not worth it to press the issue."

[imeanforever]

"There may be oddballs on the subject but it's very pervasive." Promise shrugs and turns back to the Queen. "What instructions would you give Arcane and Veracity to mobilize them and theirs against the court I have in mind?"

And presently Promise and the Queen have hashed out airtight versions of these orders, delivered them to Arcane and Veracity, and seen the relevant fairies streaking off towards Thorn on the wings of Arcane's spell. (Promise looks like she may have a crush on Arcane.)

[unprophesied_of_ages]

(Alendi is going to fail to notice that.)

"To the gate to Thorn's court, then? Since that's where the Flight and the Nine can deliver him."