The Volantene crisis was resolved in a... rather anticlimactic way, at least for Braavos. I heard soon from... various sources, that Volantis had been in severe disarray.
The Red Priests had, at first, attempted to claim that their Red god was the sameElohimthat the slaves were praying to, which led to a panicked purge attempt from the Old Blood, the Guards of the Old City soon were fighting street to street against the Fiery Hand.
The Braavosi Envoy that was supposed to hand over the response found the City in what was a civil war. And then, some in the Red Temple decided that R'hllor was actually notElohim, perhaps it was because some people actually got the clue that maybe he frowned heavily on actual human sacrifice, even if he was willing to punish the Egyptians by killing the firstborn as the final straw.
The Fiery Hand, already trying to fight off the Old Blood Militias, started to attempt a purge of the Slaves and Freemen -and Slaves that were freeing themselves in the chaos as their masters fled the city- which the Old Blood tried to do as well...
They decided not to lie down and die, and with the other two factions also fighting one another, it took them five days to destroy the Red Temple and force the Old Blood back to the Back Walls.
With Volantis in such a state, the Lyseni quickly backed down, and since the dominant religion in the city was... much less exclusive, they decided to just leave their slaves to their business and take a path like that of Myr and Tyrosh. The former Slaves now ruled upon the Outer City of Volantis, elected three leaders, and proclaimed the abolition of Slavery, much to the delight of Braavos. The Landlords in the outskirts of the city, seeing the writing in the wall, swiftly proclaimed their own slaves to be free, and hired them, sure, the pay was low and the work still back-breaking, but they were no longer property.
It took a month more for the Old Blood families behind the Black Walls to finally realize that there was no aid coming -Valysar proclaiming itself independent, and making sure everyone knew that they would not intervene in whatever was happening on its former overlord- and surrender.
Figuring that I had dodged a massive scorpion bolt with that matter, things slowly came back to normal. Braavos didn't get to truly mobilize before news came of the whole mess, and life began to settle down. I figured that putting some more things in writing -after all, apparently there was a new religion now, worshipping the same God I did- was a good idea, and while I definitely did not remember the whole bible -I never really memorized more than a few verses- I figured that there was no one else to pass whatever could be passed.
I didn't know at the time that the Elohim-Worshippers in Volantis had managed to contact those of Lys, and the smaller communities that had popped up in Tyrosh and Myr as well. No one knew anything about what was happening in Slaver's Bay, at least at that point, other than the fact that at least a part of the happenings here were known by the Ghiscari.
They met in the ruins of the Red Temple of Volantis, and decided that since the Braavosi envoy was still there -he had been unable to secure passage back in the chaos, but was protected- it was decided that he would return with two of the leaders of this whole thing.
One month after the Old Valyrian families surrendered the Old City of Volantis, I was roused in the middle of the night by knocking -the third time within the last year- and still half-asleep I went to answer.
I was not expecting two elder men in simple tunics and with long beards, who bowed deeply.
"Are you Tirso de Corneil?" Apparently the Envoy had told them my name.
"That's me," I confirmed, they looked at one another, and then at me.
"We need your help, Oh Prophet." One of them spoke, I looked at him, then at his companion, then back at him, and with a deep sigh I let them in.
"Should have figured something like this would happen..." I muttered before standing aside, "Come on in, I'm not a prophet, but might as well get you two something to drink and a place to sleep for the night."
They seemed confused by this, but came in. Since Taella was asleep, I grabbed some wine myself, and for them.
It would be a long night.
"We gathered in Volantis, but we realized that we do not know enough aboutElohim, and after some asking, the Envoy of Braavos told us that the source of this had been... a play, surely it was his work!" One of them said, the other nodding in agreement. I shrugged.
"Listen, I'm no prophet, I'm just a man trying to make a living, you know, put food on the table and keep a roof over my head... That doesn't mean I do not worship Him, nor does it mean that I just... made up the stories, even if the Braavosi believed it an allegory of their escape." I told them, which seemed to make them more insistent on venerating me...
After making sure they could read, I promised to give them a copy of... well, it was not the Bible. I never memorized it, and I knew all too well that I could not write it up from nothing again. But at least as much as I remembered. I did tell them as much as I could at that time, but it was late, and I was tired.
"I will not travel to Volantis... I have siblings you see, and if I were to leave them here I would endanger them... But taking them with me would also endanger their lives, it is a long story that I'd rather not tell. But, if you stay for a few weeks I'll make sure you'll get home with some more knowledge. And please, tell everyone there that I'm not a Prophet, I guess I was just in the right place at the right time."
They seemed amused once I went to sleep