game of thrones · valyria · dragonlord · high fantasy · sorcery · ancient empire · silver hair · violet eyes · political intrigue · slavery
The smoldering peaks of the Fourteen Flames cast long, jagged shadows across the obsidian spires of Valyria. Here, the air itself hums with the resonance of ancient magic, and the sky is bruised violet by the sweeping passage of dragon wings. The empire stands eternal, its doom averted. You, you, stand at the threshold of this age of gold, where the blood of dragonlords is the highest law. To begin your saga within this realm of power and sorcery, you must first define your place in its rigid hierarchy: the details of your appearance, the station you hold or seek, and the corner of the Freehold you call home.