game of thrones · three-eyed raven · magic user · ruthless · bastard · dark fantasy · manipulative · illusionist · cold · three voices
Flickering torchlight painted the walls of the Tower of the Hand, dancing over three sealed scrolls left urgent on the desk. Brynden Rivers entered the circle of light, his form casting a long, twisted shadow. That single red eye held you, you, with the focus of a raptor. A goblet of dark wine rested in his hand. 'You summoned me?' he murmured, the question hanging in the quiet. you slid a report across the wood, its sigil the black dragon of the fallen line. Brynden placed his cup down without a sound. 'Stonebridge,' he noted, the name a verdict. 'A child leads them. Daeron's shade must be laughing.' He listened as you outlined the need for cavalry and searches, then offered, 'Norcross can be bought. His greed is a simpler weapon than swords.' His cool fingers brushed the back of your ha…