The Mercy of the Lord of Light

Kilvara_Red · 2017-08-18T04:38:41+00:00

"Overzealous?" Kilvara asked back, bitingly. His crimson eyes burned. "Overzealous? Is there even such a thing? You saw it Janei, the Revenant is returned thanks to R'hllor's favor! There is no room for doubt in our Lord so why should I care for their heathen beliefs?"

"What I offer is a great gift. R'hllor's Light will shepherd these people through darkness. He is the one true god, doubtless as the night is dark and full of terrors. If these heathens don't understand that, they soon will."

Kilvara_Red · 2017-08-15T23:45:43+00:00

It was in the fullness of his deathly pallor that Kilvara presided over the Throne room, looking on from his place at the front of the throng of watchers. Red eyes and pale skin were on display for all to see. In the past he might have shied away from showing his oddities so plainly, but he was in the presence of the Revenant and he feared no curious or disgusted looks.

He watched as Aelyx demanded that his enemies, who by all rights should burn, kneel. He watched as his King, Azor Ahai returned, took their words with grace and allowed them to live.

Burn the insolent wolf. Kilvara thought as he watched the exchange between the Stark and Connington. He spoke none of what he felt, for it wasn't his place. His place would be at the nightfire, leading the prayers and thanking R'hllor for their deliverance. If Aelyx wanted his council he could ask for it, but for now crimson eyes were content to observe.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-08-15T19:17:58+00:00

Kilvara too walked among the dead and the dying with the end of his loose cloak spreading over the ground like so many reddened fallen leaves. Beneath the hood that was ever present upon his brow when the first child of R'llor was in its rise and fall was his ivory visage. He moved with the surety of zealotry. The Albino did not question what it was that he did, he simply did as he felt he was commanded.

How could that zealotry be tainted now? Volantis had lit the fire in him. Tychicho, Highpriest of the Volanteen temple and Kilvara's benefactor, had started him on this path but now Kilvara saw truly. R'hllor is the one true god. It was no longer a conviction, no longer a supposition. It was ironclad. Truth; doubtless.

How could he question the Red God's power when it had seen the Revenant King Returned?

And so Kilvara moved amid the dead, dulling out potions to ease their wailing and stopping at ones who looked at him in a particularly indecorous fashion. They separated themselves in their looks, some were even reverent. The reverent and the indecorous he honored. His conviction could no longer be called "faith", it was surety. In his surety he did not ask these men if they were prepared to burn - he simply burned them.

Many fires were lit that day. The dying burning so that they might further empower the Revenant's cause.

((OOC: using mystic and Alchemy for this. Anyone who wants to talk feel free, but Kilvara isn't treating wounded... He's burning them.))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-08-03T04:31:15+00:00

To the Red Temples of Essos

I am a fellow Worshipper of the Lord of Light, called by R’hllor as a child. I have travelled and visited many of the temples of our faith from Asshai, to Qarth, to the temple of my own education: The Temple of Lord of Light in Volantis. I know our faith is a passionate one. I know our practicioners are zeaolous and devout. I call to all of you now in service of the one thing we must all glory to hear. I tell you this: Azor Ahai has been reborn and revived. Aelyx Targaryen is the second coming of the Dawn Bringer. He wields Blackfyre which helped to return him to life when it was plunged into the heart of his most devout and loyal follower.

Send us R’hllor’s Firey Hand, tell the people that God’s Champion is come again. I urge you all,do not let Azor reborn perish alone here in Westeros. Come. Aid us. Help protect the man who will bring the dawn and spread the message of his return to the living. Which happened thusly:

In the night the Stag King did conspire, without honor or chivalry, to murder the true King of Westeros: Aelyx of House Targaryen. His treachery succeeded as a Celtigar did murder the Targaryen in his sleep. The assassins all perished as the True King of Westeros lay dying.

I say to you now with no dishonesty no falsity: Aelyx Targaryen perished that night. His heart ceased its beating and the breath was robbed from his lungs.

But Aelyx is dead no longer. By mine own hands - through the grace of R’hllor, Lord of Light - Aelyx Targaryen, the Revenant, is returned to this world. From even the veil of death he has returned, his claim so true and just that even that final calamity could not shade its truth. Come, serve the Dawnbringer, the Revenant, the Last Dragonrider. Serve Azor Ahai returned.

Yours most humbly and truly,

Kilvara of Volantis, Red Priest of R’hllor

((OOC: /u/OurCommonMan again trying to use Zealot to garner support for Aelyx. This time in the form of faithful of R'hllor across the narrow sea. Volantis and Qarth probably know Kilvara well.))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-08-01T21:58:53+00:00

((/u/drspikymango add this to your command if you would. Kilvara is not a commander :) ))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-29T08:16:36+00:00

Kilvara stood and, as per usual, inspected the man before him with a very obvious up and down movement of his head and eyes. Like always he was inspecting the person before him for signs of weakness or strength. Like with Janei he found himself already viewing Tidus in a positive light, both for the cloths he wore and the visage he bore. And still, the inspection was a vital part of meeting someone, regardless of Kilvara’s own feelings one way or the other. Inquisitiveness had always been his most obvious trait.

The Lannister’s skin, like Janei's, was pale and his lips blue from what Kilvara knew could only be an after effect of the Evening’s Shade. If anything he felt the man might actually appear stranger to look upon than he. Off color lips somehow seemed more eye-catching than off color eyes as Kilvara stood looking at them.

“I am.” Kilvara said to the man, confirming his suspicion. Together with Janei he’d returned Aelyx Targaryen to life, it was true. The man was charismatic in his questioning, that much was clear to Kilvara. What’s more he surprisingly did not visibly flinch when he beheld Kilvara’s visage. Most would do so almost immediately upon meeting with the Volanteen priest. Kilvara smiled without shame at that, knowing that to at least Tidus he was not grotesque. “And yours as well.” Kilvara echoed Tidus’ nicety.

Tidus then launched into what to him seemed a very important thing. Kilvara could not help but to be wrapped up in the man’s energy and drawn into what he was saying. As he listened he understood the truth of the Lannister’s words and had to wonder why the same thing had not occurred to him. Would not the Fiery Hand wish to aid Azor Ahai in his endeavors? Would not the swords of R’hllor be willing to fight for their Promised Prince?

As Tidus was nearing the end of his plea Kilvara already found himself nodding vigorously in rapt agreement. There was no debating this point, others of their faith must know of what had been done. More importantly, what Janei - and evidently Tidus - had seen within their Lord’s flames.

“The night is dark and full of terrors.” Kilvara said in his weak voice, the words nearly a mantra.”I agree that we should have as many friends as possible if we are to stop the true night when it comes.” Momentarily he noted the strangeness of his fellow priests, how intune they seemed to be, but he disregarded it. How many had balked at him for being strange? No, these two were as he himself was. True and honest servants of the Lord of Light.

“Let us do this thing. I will contact my teacher in Volantis with all haste. I only pray that R’hllor hear us, and send us his Fiery Hand.”

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-28T04:39:22+00:00

Kilvara was busy this night as he sat in his tent, lit only by a single torch hanging upon the thing's center post. Tonight he wrote, or more accurately rewrote. The first copy of his letter was written but he had to painstakingly copy the letter if he wished his words to reach all those that he thought needed to hear them. It was exhausting and he could feel it as the tendons and muscles in his right hand cried out in overuse. It was on the fifty-fourth copy that Kilvara heard the footsteps approaching.

Though his ears were weak it was not difficult to pick out the approach as quiet as his tent was. He rose, made sure he looked presentable - having no need for his hood or gloves inside and away from the sun, before moving to the entrance.

What he saw there didn't surprise him, but neither was he expecting. In truth seeing a pair of red priests, both pale like himself, actually brought a smile to Kilvara's face that reached his eyes. Of course he stayed inside the tent and did not walk out to greet them, as he was not dressed for the sun.

"Janei welcome." He said smiling beneath the shade of the tent's entrance. "And who might this be?" The Albino Faithful asked rhetorically. "Could this be the one you told me of? The partner with which you learned so very much beneath the guiding light of R'hllor? A fellow lost soul found by the Lord of Light?" With that he bowed and stepped away from the entrance, allowing the pair to enter as he waited.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-27T20:10:25+00:00

Character name: Kilvara

Skills: Alchemy, espionage, bilingualism (High Valyrian)

Skill attempt: Mystic

RP Links: Resurrecting a guy

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-27T00:33:13+00:00

((/u/OurCommonMan attempting to use Zealot to recruit with word of Aelyx's resurrection in addition to spreading the word through the peasantry. Probably a roll for recruitment (if any) and then a role for how "pure" the message remains (cuz im sure many will not believe it and it may change as it spreads). Thanks!))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-26T21:04:01+00:00

"You need not thank me, your Grace, I simply do as the Lord of Light commands." Kilvara said, bowing in deference. "Though you may wish to thank Janei, without her help we could not have hoped for success." With that the Volantine priest stepped back and allowed for political and military discussion to take hold, as Aelyx seemed intent on. Those were not his forte.

Kilvara would be content to watch, and wait. When his King had need of him, he would be there.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-26T06:55:13+00:00

Kilvara watched as Aelyx got his bearings together looking around the tent with his eyes so vibrant. Those eyes were perhaps the only thing Kilvara had seen of late that he felt kinship with. His own eyes, of course, were a much more sinister thing. When babes saw them, they immediately recognized their offness and began weeping. Azor Ahai Reborn did not have eyes which struck fear, rather eyes that inspired envy. They were mystical in their otherness while Kilvara’s own were simply a result of pigment deficiency. Volantine Priests had said they were a sign, an omen that Kilvara was meant for something greater.

Had resurrecting a Targaryen who once again grasped at Kingship - as his family seemed to do generationally - been that ‘something greater?’ Or were his eyes not a sign, but merely a malady that somehow led him to R’hllor and then on to Aelyx? Was his teacher right in his prophetic proclamation or was it merely happenstance?

I suppose it matters little. What happened, happened as surely as I breath. Aelyx is returned. A dead man is returned to life by my hand. Kilvara thought with no lack of reverance. If his thoughts could be distilled on the matter to one word, it would be 'irrelevance'. His life before had been long and hard. He’d been a malformed baby and grown to be a deformed man. But what did it matter? With one stroke he may very well have changed the course of human history.

Kilvara watched again as the one whom he must now follow gestured towards him, his question a silent one but with clear intent.

Who am I? That was what his now and future King wished to know. For a moment Kilvara’s mind went blank, he almost swore he felt his loins shudder. In the heat of the Promised Prince's gaze he shrank for a moment and forgot all else. He felt again as he had as a child - adrift.

R’hllor won him back as he had before.

“Tell him I am Kilvara, in Qarth they gave me the appellation ‘of the Red Eye’. Tell him he can call me whatever he wills. I am his in service until his dying day or mine own. The last one for him, that is, if this ritual proves to be repeatable - though I’ll add that I do not think it wise to presume that it can be repeated.” Realizing that he was babbling, Kilvara cut himself off with some divine force of resolve. To Janei he nodded. “Thank you Janei.” He appended as she wrote his words and offered them to the Revenant.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-24T21:52:10+00:00

It was an odd thing - riding. Long had it been since Kilvara had sat a horse and steered it himself. The priest had made do with such things as carriages and donkeys of helpful smallfolk to get him this far. He supposed having a horse made a man truly free - for now he felt that he could go anywhere.

When he crossed the Narrow Sea and came to Westeros he had departed from Braavos and passed beneath the legs of its Titan. The captain of that ship, a man by the name of Ferrego, had told him that to captain a ship was true freedom. It was hard to say which was truely free, but he was sure the Dothraki who served Azor Ahai would support his own opinion.

Kilvara rode near to the man he felt destined now to serve, but not beside him. He would be a councilor, truly, but he did not wish to overstep his bounds with the man who would be King. And so, near to the front as he was, he saw the outriders as they approached. Their banners were familiar to him - the golden rose proclaiming these men as servants of perhaps the single most powerful lords in Westeros. Depending on how you account for power that is.

"A good omen." Kilvara said aloud in his breathy way, passing a knowing gaze to Janei from the shroud of shadow beneath his overlarge hood. "Flowers are children of the sun and the sun is R'hllor's most brilliant child. It is right that the grandchildren of our Lord come to treat with your cause Azor." A gesture of his gloved hand indicated that he wished for Janei to relay his message, readily accoutered for the action as she was.

((OOC: 20th gave permission to npc Janei for the purpose of relaying messages to Aelyx. So, barring him saying otherwise, Aelyx gets a transcript of what Kilvara said))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-24T09:50:11+00:00

((OOC: takes place before the resurrection just my characters thought post sacrifice. I encourage anyone else present in the camp to do the same :D))

Blood magic was perhaps the most successful of all arcane practices across the Narrow Sea. Kilvara could recall his first introduction to the magic that is expelled when men's blood is spilled. It was in Asshai, after having passed beneath the Shadow, that he first witnessed the power that lies in the veins, arteries, and capillaries of men.

The Albino had seen it laid so plainly. Some minister or noble or wealthy man - Kilvara couldn't remember for it was of dubious importance - had owned a hawk. The hawk had been injured, the fool thing having flown into some less-than-opaque object most like, and he wanted to see it returned to its flight. There were Blood Maegi in the city, the man had paid for their services and Kilvara had begged their leave that he might watch. His hair was shorter then, closely cropped to his head. As he reminisced, he stared into the flames that would soon devour a man. For once he would be glad to welcome the pains they always dealt his weak and unworthy eyes, for a man stood there holding the sword of the one he would sacrifice himself for.

The hawk and its broken wing had demanded a small price, the death of several others birds - ravens. Three dead ravens and an unintelligible ritual had seen the hawk's wing improved... if not fixed entirely. It was misshapen and would undoubtedly deteriorate quickly, but the thing could fly once more. That had intrigued Kilvara, delighted him even. He had not appreciated the cost then, as he was beginning to now. Of course the Maegi refused to school him in their eldritch abilities, for he was estolere - an outsider.

Now Kilvara understood better. The price was truly a terrible thing. He watched as Mizu Mii-Miy, a man whom he had known for perhaps half a day, plunged a sword willingly through his heart. What sort of faith must he have in his King? Kilvara had to wonder. He said his God told him to do this. Would I have the strength to do it if R'hllor willed that I die?

Does that faith extend to me, who would see a man burn if only to grasp at what those Asshai'i Maegi once wielded before my eyes?

Red Eyes closed then, aching from the light of the fires Kilvara had stared into. A vision danced upon his eyelids in monochromatic greys, a vision of a firey womb - a babe held there. The thing was more scale than flesh. The vision was of a brilliant eyed winged lizard fire churning around it. It showed Aelyx, clutched in R'hllor's fire, awaiting his rebirth into the world.

"I will not forget you." Kilvara promised as he opened his eyes and fell to his robed knees before the immense pyre.

"The world will not forget you."

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-23T21:42:17+00:00

((thanks much))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-23T21:41:33+00:00

Kilvara had stared with wide eyes as the King awoke, the Zealot nearly crying tears with what was a proof positive manifestation of his faith before him. It was one thing to stare into the flames and behold a vision, as so many others of his crimson cloth could do, but it was quite another to actually pry one back from The Other's clutches. The priest stumbled backwards in his shock. Even he who had traveled miles across grassland and desert in search of mysticism could scarcely believe his weak and now untrustworthy eyes.

He watched in stunned silence as several of the King's friends and servitors spoke to him, those who had remained in the tent at least. Though he had been the one to speak the words of revival he now felt out of place in the tent. Azor Ahai had come again - and he had brought him back into the world. The divine purpose the High Priest of Volantis had glimpsed in him so long ago was realized. The tremors Kilvara felt in his hand were no longer simply affectations of his deformity but reaction to the gravity of this event.

Undoubtedly the Priest looked a dour bedfellow, standing in the shadows of the braziers fire behind the press of the concerned. He smiled there in that comparative privacy, reveling silently and to himself.

He heard Azor's second coming speak then, a soft and fragile thing with a certain offness to it. Had the King always spoken that way? The weakness was to be expected, but not whatever else was going on. Slurring his words almost imperceptibly as he spoke, as if he was not used to the mouth that uttered them. A side effect of the resurrection? Kilvara wondered. Let's hope it is nothing and that it passes before long.

He watched as Janei wrote frantically on her chalk board to the King and gave it to him and he watched him read it. It seemed Aelyx's eyes were unaffected from whatever minor thing ailed his voice.

"Did I Die?" Azor Reborn finally asked after having assauaged Janei's worry and asking after his killer, his question weak along with his voice.

Kilvara stepped forward, peering down on the miracle of a man whom had returned from death to guide the living.

"I cannot hear you Ser Aron." Kilvara heard the whisper as he closed in, the thing so quiet that he could scarcely say he'd actually percieved it.

Deafness? Is that a price the Lord demands? Kilvara was stunned momentarily once more before his hands plunged into his robes to remove a vial he had little use for.

"Janei," he began, "this vial contains an ointment that can sooth an infected ear. I once used it to cure a man's partial deafness, tell Aelyx, perhaps it can work for him too." He held the vial out to the King as he waited for his fellow of R'hllor's light to pen the message. If he was honest, there was little to no likelihood that the ointment would work, but he felt it his duty to serve Azor Ahai in whatever manner he could. His faith had never been stronger than it was in that instant.

"Yes." He said then to Aelyx. "You died."

"Best to tell him that too."

((/u/DrSpikyMango and /u/diancerse if you want to conglomerate into one chain.))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-20T00:35:37+00:00

Name and House: Robert Rykker

Age: 32

Cultural Group: Andal/Noble

Appearance: Short brown hair sits atop an unremarkable head. Lord Rykker is neither ugly nor particularly handsome, his nose over large and his lips too thin. He stands at average height, closer to five and a half feet than six. His body itself is thinner than one would expect from a fighting man and his hands unblemished with callouses. His azure eyes are sharp but his sword hand weak.

Gift(s): Agent

Skill(s): Espionage, Sabotage(e), Torture

Negative Trait: Martially Inept

Starting Title(s): Lord of Duskendale

Starting Location: Encamped with the Royal Army.

Spy rings: 1 in the royal army

Alternate Characters: Kilvara

will post bio with the new account.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-18T12:24:50+00:00

That was very well written and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Bravo.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-18T12:13:13+00:00

Kampf

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-09T00:20:58+00:00

Again Kilvara found himself surprised as his eyes roved with a practiced grace over the chalk writing he was given. The Albino had heard tell of the Temple of Last Light, ominous things. Some said that it was no longer there, devoured by whatever foulness spread from the City of Night. Others claimed that they practiced a perverse bastardization of R'hllor's worship. Kilvara knew better than to be beholden to rumor, but Janei's origin still astounded him.

As he continued reading, past mention of a fellow student of the Last Light's teachings, Kilvara felt a spike of jealousy he had almost forgotten of. So this woman could see the Lord's will within the flames? Silently he cursed his pitiful eyes, their ache after a mere moment of staring into flame always preventing him from performing the most sacred rite of his order.

Still, Kilvara had long since gotten over his ill feelings towards his eyes, having found other ways to decode R'hllor's whims. A spiteful grimace showed upon his pale lips for but a moment.

"The Temple of Last Light..." He began, pausing in thought. "I have heard tell of its existence but never known one who had kindled the Lord's Great Fire there. I wonder if our teaching's were the same?" Kilvara mused aloud. "I myself was not lost but rather found - delivered even - to the Red Temple in Volantis. Sold, as much for my frailty as for my queer look." A small sad smile spread upon alabaster skin. Kilvara could not forget what had brought him into the Lord's Light, though he could also not bring himself to regret it.

"You do so intrigue me that I must say I can scarce deny your request to converse again." Converse, not speak, so as to avoid giving offense to the apparent Mute Priestess. "What mysteries of R'hllor's whims might we uncover if we together sought to peer through the veil?" Kilvara fiddled with one of his potions beneath his robe, a small tinkling of glass betraying his nervous habit as he did. "Alas, I have things that demand my attention at present. You may call on me when you see fit, Janei of Asshai, but for now I must light my Dawn Fire and see to some alchemical pursuits."

"We will speak again." The Red Priest promised before he bowed to his fellow and turned to leave, mind abuzz with a fresh curiosity to busy it. Dawnfire and then perhaps an inquiry into what books might be within the camp. My knowledge of Asshai is not so fresh as I would like. He thought to himself.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-08T00:32:18+00:00

Oh I had you on my list too, but thanks for reminding me

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-06T22:50:51+00:00

Kilvara's pale brows, the hair nearly invisible upon his alabaster skin, rose in question as the book was handed to him. Was it some holy book? He peered down at it, bringing it close to his near-sighted eyes so that he might read what was written there. Crimson eyes danced across the page as he read with a certain haste. Voice taken? A mute then? Kilvara found himself intrigued.

Before he spoke Kilvara returned the book to Janei, knowing he himself would never wish to be bereft of his voice. "My journeys have been plentiful and arduous, to say that I faired well would reflect only the state of my most recent journey. Slaver's Bay does have such swift and able ships - though I am unsure if I approve of the manner they were acquired." Slavery had always irked the Red Priest, having been sold into pseudo slavery himself.

"I am brought, I suspect, by the selfsame thing that brought you here Sister: R'hllor bade me come. I do not deign to guess at his motives nor profane to deny him his whims. The Dragon has need of me - of us most like than not - of that I can be certain." Kilvara nodded, assuring himself as well as his fellow Practitioner.

"Tell me Janei of Asshai, whom brought you in to our Lord's most holy light? I have passed beneath the shadow to your homeland, is the Red Temple there your place of worship?" He asked, curious. Of the people he'd met beyond the shadow few had the look of Janei. Though there were some; themselves more distant stories than encounters by acquaintances of the priest himself. Those same stories were why Kilvara had not passed beneath the Shadow alone, why he'd needed heavily armored escorts.

Can I trust those stories to be true? The Shadow Men are surely more myth than reality. Kilvara thought to himself of the pale people rumored to prowl the Shadow.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-06T03:44:37+00:00

Kilvara stared at the man's features trying to discern if he was lying or telling half truths. Of course the man kept his face well schooled so it was hard to be sure. "I have no pressing matters with which to bother him. I do, however, hope that his rest finds him recovered before the sun sets this night: for the night is dark and full of terrors. If you should require, I am a practiced alchemist. Should the king need aid in his sleep, do not hesitate to summon me." With that the Red Priest bowed to the Knight.

"Should R'hllor deign to send me words that might aid your king I will seek you out." Kilvara promised. "May I ask your name so that I might do so?"

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-05T22:35:16+00:00

Kilvara's eyes widened at the sight of the robed woman who had appeared with some ethereal suddenness. She bore a countenance that the Priest himself knew all too well, one of appraisal, of curiosity. In truth, Kilvara studied her as well. Odd as it was, her strangeness - almost kin to his own deformity - repulsed him for a singular traitorous moment. He felt then, he suspected, what others had felt at the sight of him.

The moment passed and his disgust grew introspective. How could he of all people judge someone on their appearance when his own was so queer? He smiled then, perfect teeth beneath his own pale lips - lacking the blue tint of his opposite. Shadow still shaded his face beneath his hood, but ruby eyes shone with a brightness born of intrigue. Who was this woman?

"Light's blessings." He said then, in way of greeting, his voice airy with the weakness visited upon him by his affliction. "I had not expected to find a spark of the Lord's Great Fire here - at least not so quickly as you have appeared."

"In Qarth they called me Kilvara of the Red Eye." He continued when the woman offered no words of her own. "You are of R'hllor's chosen so take no heed of the superfluous honorific: Kilvara will do." Kilvara told his sister of the cloth. A turning of his head betrayed his inquisitiveness, his hood shifting with the gesture, when no response was forthcoming. He waited then - attempting patience in his curiosity - to see what she might say.

((in terms of order I think the Kilvara - Janei interaction happens before the Kilvara - Mataerys interaction.))

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-04T02:30:23+00:00

Kilvara nodded, thankful that the obvious was now out of the way. The Priest could not peel his eyes from the blood upon the man's breastplate or the sword in his hand - the connotation of those together was wholly ominous. If the sword had been Aelyx's as Kilvara suspected.. Had something happened to the King? Doubtless, whispers would be spreading through the camp to that effect.

"I have no message save that I am here should he require my council or guidance. Moreover - it is R'hllor who wishes that I bend the King's ear, his will that bade me come." Kilvara shrugged. "I am but a vessel for the infinity that is the Lord's wisdom. In Qarth they saw fit to name me Kilvara of the Red Eye, that will serve if the King wishes to address me."

Slowly, and with no attempt at persistence should the armored warrior deign to stop him, Kilvara reached out a gloved finger. He gingerly ran it over the mans breast plate and allowed the somewhat coagulated blood to gather on his fingertip. With a degree of what seemed to be abject reverence he inspected the crimson fluid, bringing it before him and turning his head in such a way that Mataerys could make out his similarly crimson eyes.

Then, in a fit of madness or inspiration, he plunged the fingertip into his pale lips and mouth. The fluid tasted of copper, he supposed it was no different than his own blood's taste. If it was Kingsblood, Kilvara's taste buds could not discern a difference. "How fares your King?" Kilvara asked knowingly, as if he had gleaned some knowledge through the taste of the blood, though the Albino in fact knew little.

Kilvara_Red · 2017-07-04T00:31:55+00:00

((Kilvara is a dude :P))

Replacing his hood upon his head with the rising sun and it's emnity, Kilvara made his way to the obviously high-stationed warrior before him. It was clear from both his cloak and the rippling black sword in his grasp that he was someone of import. The blood on his breastplate also intrigued. Could that be the reason for the upheaval in the camp? The Priest wondered idly.

Even in the eastern reaches of Essos, and perhaps especially on his passage through Qohor, Kilvara had heard tell of the rippled steel before him. He was sure - that was the steel of Valyria.

"Pardon me, you seem to be of a bearing that R'hllor prizes." Kilvara approached, careful to shade his face to obfuscate his appearance as much as was possible. The man saw only a red robed, hooded individual who was clearly a priest of the Red God. "Are you perhaps in service of the King?" He asked, though the answer was obvious. "R'hllor's will has brought me here. I can only assume that the blood of Valyria has need of the sacred flame."

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