The Century of Blood was a time of conquest as each powerful city tried to conquer the other.
One of the well-known was Valyria's "First Daughter", the Volantenes regarded themselves as the rightful successors of the dragonlords. The so-called tigers, aggressive Volantene nobles descended of Valyrian blood, called for war upon the other cities. Taking control of Lys and Myr and commanded the southern reaches of the Rhoyne.
Also during this time another big event played out, which was the discovery of Malenge or Spice.
It was discovered accidentally by two brothers Moro and Vara, who where warlords. Moro gained the power of Clairvoyance the ability to see into both the past, present and future.
While Vara the ability to use The Voice: Ability to influence people directly by giving them orders with a certain sound frequency. When a person is ordered to do something by the use of Voice it is almost impossible not to comply.
Moro, with his clairvoyance, recognized the immense value of the spice and, aided by his brother, devised a plan to seize control of Qarkash, a Qartheen town in Essos. Their mastery of their powers grew with practice, enabling them to expand their War tribe from tribal territories to the city itself.
However, the addictive nature of the Melange soon became apparent, leading both brothers into harrowing withdrawal as their supply dwindled. Despite the challenge of procuring more due to Sandworm interference, they managed to maintain their rule over Qarkash, succumbing to the allure of wealth and power.
Moro foresaw his own demise but couldn't discern the perpetrator. The power struggle between the brothers ended tragically, with Vara's death and Moro's realization of his brother's betrayal through poisoning. Their abilities had drawn attention, leading to Moro's capture and subsequent revelation under torture.
Word of their powers spread among the elite in Essos, igniting a fervent desire for the spice, even in the face of its known dangers. The allure of extending life with Melange only fueled the growing thirst for power and control.
In the serene depths of an ancient forest, Melisandre and Gandalf engaged in rigorous training under the watchful eye of their mentor, Merlin. As the afternoon sun cast dappled shadows through the foliage, their focus was shattered by the unexpected arrival of Saruman, bearing news of a mysterious substance known as Melange and its extraordinary properties.
Merlin, reclining beneath the sheltering embrace of an age-old oak tree, listened intently to Saruman's revelation, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "
So there are changes happening in this world because of my interference, interesting." he murmured to himself.
Melisandre, her curiosity piqued by the mention of Melange, turned to her master with a questioning gaze. "Master, what do you make of this Melange? Is it truly as powerful as they say?"
Melisandre knew her master was able to look into the future,also she remembered Gandalf and Saruman say how Merlin is blessed by God's with every knowledge.
Merlin regarded his apprentice with a knowing look. "Melange possesses remarkable properties indeed," he explained. "But its power comes at a cost. Without a steady supply, the withdrawal effects can be... severe."
Saruman, Gandalf and Morgan, ever the seekers of knowledge, all of them leaned forward, Saruman's eyes gleaming with curiosity. "And are there other properties to this Melange?" he inquired, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Merlin nodded, his gaze distant as he delved into the depths of ancient lore. "Indeed, there are," he replied, his tone grave. "There is a ritual of awakening. Through the untamed essence of the sandworm, one may unlock the memories of their ancestors, hidden within the very fabric of their being."
"But," he cautioned, his voice lowering to a solemn whisper, "this ritual is fraught with danger. The liquid of the sandworm is both potent and deadly, requiring supreme mastery of mind and body to withstand its effects or you should have certain magical physique like Valyrians, Druids...etc"
Gandalf was curious"Does this mean," he ventured cautiously, "that one could attain the wisdom and experiences of all their forebears?"
Merlin, nodded solemnly, "Indeed," he confirmed. "But therein lies a complication. Men, it seems, are least suited to this undertaking, while women possess a far greater chance of success. Another issue is females who succeed only get the female ancestor's knowledge and experience, they are unable to get any knowledge or experience from there paternal ancestor's."
As the gravity of Merlin's revelation settled, the group fell into a thoughtful silence, each contemplating the implications of ancestral knowledge and its potential pitfalls.
Morgan's quiet utterance broke the stillness, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "That's... interesting," he murmured, his mind already churning with possibilities.
Yet, Melisandre, ever cautious, voiced her concerns, her gaze fixed upon Merlin with a wary intensity. "Is there a downside to gaining such knowledge?" she inquired, her tone tinged with apprehension.
Merlin nodded gravely, his eyes reflecting the weight of his words. "Indeed," he affirmed, his voice echoing with solemnity. "Within the depths of your being, not only shall you find the wisdom of your ancestors, but also their very essence—their personalities, their egos. And at times, these ancestral spirits may seek to exert their dominance over you, seizing control if you cannot resist."
Melisandre's apprehension deepened at the realization of the dangers inherent in harnessing the power of thr ritual. "That is very dangerous," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Merlin continued, his words a beacon of caution in the gathering gloom. "Especially if acquired at a young age, the risk of succumbing to your ancestors' will is greater. But with age and discipline, one may learn to erect barriers, to maintain control over these ancient spirits."
With a collective nod of understanding.
In a twist of fate another tribe taken Melange,but they consider it a gift from god, As one of there members Delphi, a woman gained unparalleled clairvoyant prowess and the voice, she emerged as the leader of a tribe blessed with the ability of Clairvoyance she learned to harness the power of Melange. Unlike their predecessor Moro, Delphi and her people, known as the Clan of Mystics, wielded their gifts with restraint, prioritizing the growth and stability of their tribe over personal ambition.
Remarkably, the tribe adopted a matriarchal structure, as only women possessed the innate ability to master Clairvoyance became the leader or voice became the leader. This unique dynamic shaped their society, fostering a culture of cooperation and mutual respect.
However, the tranquility of the Clan of Mystics was threatened as word of their extraordinary abilities spread. Covetous eyes turned towards their remote sanctuary, prompting occasional attempts to seize their power. Yet, through shrewd diplomacy and strategic positioning, the clan managed to repel most intruders, dwelling in secluded regions that defied easy discovery.
Yet, their peace was shattered when Memnon, a formidable warlord hungry for dominance, set his sights on harnessing tribe's clairvoyant abilities for his own ambitions.
Driven by his insatiable thirst for power, Memnon devised a bold scheme to conquer Essos and establish his dominion over the realm. Recognizing the pivotal role of Melange in achieving his ambitions, he set his sights on seizing control of key cities scattered around the treacherous Red Waste, where Melange reserves lay hidden beneath the shifting sands.
Memnon's plan hinged on the exploitation of Melange deposits within the Red Waste, envisioning these cities as strategic outposts for harvesting the coveted substance. However, he knew that his success relied heavily on securing the guidance of a powerful seer from the enigmatic Clan of Mystics.
With determination bordering on obsession, Memnon dispatched his agents far and wide in search of them.
Memnon soon found them and slaughtered many of the tribe, with only small group escaping.
Memnon took the newly developed young seer Casandra as hostage.