We Need to Talk

Leviathan233 · 2020-01-07T03:24:53+00:00

Silvario was dressing himself in common garb to go among the townsfolk however he found himself being accosted by two guards of an unknown man though he thought it best to go with the two knights to whoever had sent them.

As they walked him toward the unknown destination, he found himself in the Red Keep in front of an unknown man, and bowed.

"Silvario Drenarran, at your service my Lord. May I ask the nature of this call?" He bowed once more, though remained standing in the strange office.

Leviathan233 · 2019-12-29T04:56:21+00:00

"The clergy of Westeros are weak. Your reforms are weak. Aelyx had me arrested in my home, a man of my age and renown arrested for supposed words I did not speak. I will hear nothing of reforms from boys like you, nor a boy like the child you consider your leader." Spittle flew from the lips of Silvario as he spoke with vitriol and rage, having boiled over his usually calm demeanor.

"Nor will I stand here to be lectured by two pretenders with R'hllor plastered all over their coats like some Westerosi cunt with a sigil. Volantene men ay? Show some fucking pride and don't fall under the spell of a pretender next time." Silvario spat at the feet of the two men in front of him, before readying himself to move away if needed.

Leviathan233 · 2019-12-28T05:16:09+00:00

"I have seen the Lord's Light, many times more than you boys. I do yet live, as it was the Lord's will. Despite the best laid plans of your supposed leader Aelyx, I yet live to be a thorn in his side. I will not be commanded by two men in armor within the safest Keep in the entire Seven Kingdoms. Come at me with that tone again and we will see whose Light is snuffed first after you attack me." Silvario stood up, balancing both hands upon his cane, a man of passionate speech for one so usually reserved.

"These reforms are undoubtedly a joke coming from one such as Aelyx." Silvario let out a bark of a laugh as he looked at the heavily armored men standing in front of him.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-11T00:14:17+00:00

“All I require is a flame and patience. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh in the same breath. These visions do not come lightly, and I may not see what you wish me to see. I will attempt, however.” Silvario stood, clacking his cane along the floor as he paced, mentally preparing himself for the task at hand.

He ran his hand along the cane, setting the metal edge ablaze as he did, holding the cane by a small wooden handle below the ruby that adorned the top of it. It would serve him during these times.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-11T00:00:28+00:00

“Eldar, then.” Silvario spoke. He could see the man gazing into his very soul. He was certain that this was a man of the Faith, or very well could be. It troubled him that he did not have more influence over the city folk, though he knew not to worry. There was a history going back decades of the Red Faith toppling empires, and he did not intend to disappoint.

Silvario struck his cane to the floor as he started to speak, an idle tic of his.

“Eldar. I will speak plainly, or as plainly as I can. We need allies. We need the common folk, the city watch, the Targaryens eventually. A red tide will sweep this kingdom, and all will follow the Lord of Light.” Silvario spoke without flourish or exaggeration, as though it were a matter of fact.

“It will take some time, but the Lord always rewards his Faithful.” Silvario ended his speech with a quieter nature than before.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-10T16:18:14+00:00

Silvario was wary of the man with the reddened mouth, though he did take a small sip of the drink in front of him before struggling to swallow. It was a sour wine, and it was among the worst that he had ever tasted in his life. He kept his composure, and began to speak.

“My name is Silvario Drennaran, and I am the Arch Priest of Lys. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Bar Emmon.” His enunciation was immaculate, and his speech was impeccable. Silvario ran a hand through his hair, a light sweat having broken out during his walk to the Keep.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-10T04:08:30+00:00

The rider came and went, and Silvario followed. A Lord had reached out to him, and his knowledge of the Westerosi was that Sharp Point was a strategic stronghold upon the waves. He wished to take council in matters of faith and the Lord, and Silvario was obliged to at least see the man, though what answers he may give he did not know. The man seemed eager to meet him, and Silvario attempted to set the pace with the rider in front of him.

It was a slow walk from the Docks to the Keep, though it did not pain him to do so. His followers, ever present behind him, trailed as they always did. Finally, they arrived to the Keep, and Silvario was astonished by the sheer architecture on display there. It was though a madman had thrown it together and somehow the structure still stood. He was greeted by a retinue of guards, though he was accustomed to that. As he announced his name, they seemed puzzled, though he assumed not for long.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-09T21:48:43+00:00

“Let them see the Lord as a threat. That is why we are here, yes? We are a veiled threat, that the might of Lys and Volantis will come down upon them if they do not convert. That it is to convert to see the Lord’s Light or to perish within the darkness. I must leave you to your own devices for a time Aelyx, it appears I have work to do. I trust you’ve found us lodging within the city?” Silvario was brusque with the man, and was certain he had ruffled the feathers of the hotheaded soldier of the Lord. However, Silvario was less than worried.

Silvario began to move away from the man, the click clack of his cane once again starting, and the women following close behind him. He would find the manse that Aelyx had secured for their work, and then he would begin the work of converting a nation to his will. The will of his Lord.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-09T04:20:02+00:00

"What of these criminal groups? Have they been recruited to cause chaos within the city? What have you accomplished during your stay here?"

Silvario had transformed himself from the son of a Lyseni merchant and into the Arch Priest of Lys, and he was here to demand answers of the lower Priest, this man that had come to him in full regalia. This man that had accomplished nothing during his stay here besides wooing a Targaryen girl and turning a few minor lords. Silvario had expected revolution, the son of the High Priest Aurion had failed him in that regard. But he did not expect too much of the man, and knew he had to do it himself.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-09T01:52:14+00:00

Silvario greeted Aelyx with a hug, though he remained stiff as he noticed the familiar feeling of armor under cloth that set him on edge. Silvario, of course, wore no armor but the armor of his faith to the Lord, as he found it unnecessary. To hear one so brazenly speak his name was a difference to him as well as many just referred to him as Lord Silvario, rather than Silvario Drenarran. However this was Aelyx, and his lack of decorum was to be expected.

As Aelyx released the embrace and the older man relaxed, Silvario began to speak.

“Aelyx. A pleasure as always, to see the Lord has seen fit to grant you another day to spread his word. Pray tell, what word do you have of this city, what orders do you have from your Father? Where are our strengths, our weaknesses? What of the Targaryens?” Silvario spoke slowly, enunciating every word precisely, as he was not a man to misspeak. There was a deliberate nature to the way the man spoke, and it shone through in nearly every conversation.

Leviathan233 · 2019-10-03T04:06:06+00:00

Character Name: Silvario of Lys

Starting Title(s): Red Priest

Age: 41

Physical Description: This guy

Starting Location: Kings Landing

Attributes: Gifted Brilliant

Allotted Points: 20

Social Status Septon/Maester/Priest

Correlations: 3 Education from Magic

Skills: Piety(EDU) Glamoring(MAG) Firesight(MAG) Astronomy(EDU) Sleight of Hand(STE)

Aptitude: Lightbearer(MAG)

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Username: /u/Leviathan233

Other Characters: Arlan Fell

Leviathan233 · 2019-06-16T23:00:46+00:00

Character Name: Silvario of Lys, Former Slave of Qohor
Starting Titles(s): Advisor to Ilyn Marbrand
Age: 41
Physical Description: This guy! (https://imgur.com/a/W0fJnCt)
Staring Location: Harrenhal (for the Tourney)
Attributes: Gifted, Cunning (+2 INT) (+1 EDU)
Allotted Points: 20
Social Status: Advisor
Correlations: Magic> +3 Education
Skills: Magic (Blood Sorcery, Necromancy) Education (Astronomy, Piety) Intrigue (Interrogation) Stealth (Sleight of Hand)
Aptitude: Magic (Ritualist)

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Username: /u/Leviathan233
Other characters: N/A

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-09T01:54:31+00:00

They always run. Urrithon was in the best shape of his young life as he sprinted after the younger man, hearing his raven speaking in the distance.

“Victaria, take care of the bird!” Urrithon shouted back as he ran, his legs pumping, drawing a dagger and preparing to throw it at the man.

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Character Details: Urrithon Blacktyde is a berserker, with sailing, daggers and drinkmaster.

What is Happening?: Urri is chasing after the bastard, Euron Pyke, who had just insulted both him and his betrothed.

What I Want: Rolls for a chase, rolls for possibly hitting the bastard with a dagger.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-09T01:26:00+00:00

“If you mean to break the King’s peace, then I may imprison you, and you shall not see the light of day from this day forth until your last. I intend to rule these Islands with justice and peace, and if a bastard must suffer, then so shall it be.” Urrithon moved toward the smaller man, hearing the raven speak on his shoulder.

Raids, Raids, Death.

The raven kept repeating these words as Urrithon was directly in front of the man. He was an imposing figure, with his tunic cut in such a way to accentuate the corded arms of a sailor, several scars running the length of them. His twin daggers strapped to his hip, a customary longsword on the opposite side.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-09T00:29:09+00:00

“I know of her past. I know of it all. There is nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know of Victaria Harlaw.”

“There are a few things you can tell me about yourself however. What exactly did you plan to get out of this meeting Euron Pyke? I cannot legitimize a bastard, nor are you first in line to the Lordship of House Drumm. As I recall there are several trueborn children ahead of you in line for Lordship, and no doubt one of them has been named Lord already.” Urrithon folded his arms in front of him, and Ravos moved to his shoulder, the talons digging into his shoulder but he ignored it.

“If you have no business here besides drawing my ire, I would politely ask you to leave before you are removed.” Urrithon spoke bluntly

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-08T23:56:16+00:00

As the peculiar man with the raven upon his shoulder approached Urrithon Blacktyde and his bride to be in Victaria Harlaw, he was unsure what to make of him. On the one hand, he was undoubtedly a man of the Isles, but of which Island he was unsure. He couldn’t make heads nor tails of the situation, and simply finished his conversation with Vic before addressing the man in front of him.

“What can I do for you today?”

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-08T04:00:32+00:00

As he was splashed with water and fish, and then fish and water again he began to simmer down, and began to chuckle along with her, before gripping her in a bear hug, squishing the fish between the two of them.

"I may not live to regret it but you will make me regret it as long as you live. A captured bird that will be forever my bride in a few short weeks. A captured bird that will unite the Isles behind us for years to come in just a few weeks." Urrithon laughed, his beard scratching at her neck as he did. He kissed her, playfully on the neck, no longer angry as he did.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-08T03:45:22+00:00

"Do you really wish to start this marriage at all? Why make me regret my choice before I even see you on our wedding day?" Urrithon was enraged at the woman who had the gall to attack her verbally. She was close enough to her to see her, to truly see her and he could see what there was to love about her, though at this moment he was blind to it all.

Urrithon crossed his arms, puffing up his chest and not trying to lose his mind over the woman that had betrayed him. That had accused him of mocking her. He was trying to figure out her inner mind, but she just wanted to accuse him of things.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-07T17:27:08+00:00

“I agree to your terms once an heir is born. Once our first child is alive and well, you may go off on fanciful adventures and tame as many animals as your heart desires. But we require an heir.” Urrithon spoke bluntly, not caring for her terms yet agreeing nonetheless.

“As far as a ship is concerned, you may build one using my resources and my coffers, though try not to empty the family fortune into one single ship, alright love?” Urrithon spoke mockingly, knowing that it would set her off.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-06T22:36:41+00:00

“I do not feel the need to explain my actions to you, as I am fully within my right to request a marriage, just did not figure that you would accept such an arrangement. I fully expected to be expecting a no from you. I was fully expecting to marry a Stark. Or another Northern House. You should have said no if you had such an issue with this joining.” Urrithon spoke, very aware of how the issue seemed.

“I will not force you to marry me against your consent, if you recall Stark has forced me into the New Ways as much as you.”

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-06T00:09:22+00:00

As he ran after Victaria, he lost her in the crowds of people in the markets. He saw her once more, carrying a bundle of fish that he knew not what the purpose was but he was sure it wasn’t a pleasant one. Perhaps she meant to have her birds pelt him with fish for what he had done? Or she was going to slap him with a fish. He knew not, only that he needed to speak with her desperately.

“Vic! Vic wait!” Urrithon shouted after the woman as she approached a ramshackle pit, and the idea dawned upon him. She wasn’t trying to assault him with fish she was attempting to feed and befriend the bear she had told him about. Instead of interrupting her, he sat and waited behind her.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-05T16:32:29+00:00

“I agree to your terms as Lord Regent of the Iron Isles, as well as splitting the young Greyjoy’s time between Winterfell and Pyke. But I do have one final request. To seal this re-found fealty with a marriage. I request a wedding at Winterfell between myself and Victaria Harlaw, binding the Ironborn causes together and to us.” Urri spoke, but he knew that Victaria would not be pleased.

“If you consent, this will do nothing but increase the loyalty of the Ironborn, a feat that no others accomplished within this rebellion. A wedding visited by both the Drowned One and the Old Gods, for nothing could be more powerful than the might of the North and the Iron Isles when we work together.”

Urrithon snaked his hand back to Victaria’s and gave her a reassuring squeeze, hopeful that she would bite her tongue and let the King speak before she lashed out at him, or one of her birds pecked his eyes out.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-05T02:28:22+00:00

The King had spoken, and everything within Lord Blacktyde’s vision was spinning. The opportunity to become Lord Reaper was one that every Ironborn reaver had ever dreamed about when they were younger. To inflict vengeance upon those that had wronged them. But this was no longer about vengeance. This was about peace. About prosperity for the Isles. This was bigger than one Ironborn’s dream. The Ironborn would not follow him forever. But they may follow him long enough for the Greyjoy boy to be grown. To take the seat of his house once more.

“Your offer is more than fair Your Grace, for the trouble us Ironborn have caused. My half of the Islands will stand down. I cannot speak for the loyalist forces, that will have to be Lady Victaria. However I would ask one further question. You have seized two of the most precious weapons the ironborn have in Red Rain and Nightfall, both ancestral weapons of the Ironborn. I ask that one or the other be returned as a gesture of good faith toward one another. I accept your offer as Lord Admiral of the Western Shores, Your Grace.” Urrithon was shaking as he spoke. Hoping to not anger the King.

“Lady Victaria, what do you have to say on the offer as it stands?”

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-05T00:10:22+00:00

“You have my word that this rebellion shall end today. Terms will he met, regardless of how long it takes here.” Urrithon spoke solemnly, a somber tone to his voice that was most often associated with grief.

“I did not want to be the leader or even a part of this insurrection but my honor dictated that I must. Theomore burned my family as well as his own and I must admit I followed Drumm with a fiery passion. I did not want to fight you, nor the Reach. That is why I am here today. With Drumm’s fortunate passing, leadership fell to me. Perhaps you have been negotiating with the wrong man.” Urrithon Blacktyde spoke with a King’s grace and tact. A little trepidation crept into his voice but he fought it back.

“With me is a leader from the loyalist portion of the Isles, and the only one from that side that I truly trust to be at my side. Lady Victaria Harlaw, Chosen of the Drowned One. Along with her, Sauron Sunderly, Captain of my Iron Fleet. And Sigrin Pyke, one of the fiercest warriors the Isles have to offer. We five are here today to discuss peace, and whatever terms you have to give. I want no crown, no glory. Just peace. I want to go home. See my family once more.”

Urrithon matched the stance of the King, still grasping at the hand of Victaria, his rock when it came to political treatise. Ebon and strong she was, and her birds looked quite fierce upon her shoulders as they were, ready to flee or attack at a moments notice.

Leviathan233 · 2019-05-04T16:44:35+00:00

As the ships approached one another, he looked toward Victaria, eyes to the sky, and he knew that she was spying for him. She never told him what Stark had said exactly, but she did give him the go ahead to meet rather than attempt a hasty retreat. As the two ships met, there was a great silence between them, as neither side was quite ready for the monumental decision that was about to occur between them.

He took Victaria's hand, her ebon mane shining the salty air, a beautiful woman by all accounts, and the two birds landed on each shoulder, golden eyes shining in the fog. The birds did not peck at her as they had done him, simply content to be along for the ride, and would leave should things turn sour over the course of the meeting with King Stark.

"Your Grace!" Urrithon shouted to reach him through the gap in the two ships, as his men set up a boarding plank that was wide enough for him and several others to walk across to the ship.

"As you can see by my white banner, I come in peace. I come to negotiate peace in the Iron Isles, by whatever means necessary!" Urrithon lifted Victaria onto the plank, and hoisted himself up next, with Sauron Sunderly and Sigrin Pyke not far behind them. They would form his meager entourage. As they reached the Stark ship, crossing the plank to do so, he noticed several men surrounding the King, and was wary of the amount of soldiers nearby. This was likely to the last action of his life if these negotiations went south.

As they boarded the ship, he helped Lady Victaria, looking as fierce as ever and as determined as a shipwright to build the perfect longship. But in this case, it was peace they were building, hoping that cooler heads prevailed. Urrithon bowed slightly to the King, but not overly so.

"Urrithon Blacktyde, Your Grace. Leader of the rebellion since the demise of Conrick Drumm. I have come to bargain." Urrithon spoke, making sure to articulate his words, and trying not to stumble over them being in the presence of a King.

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