valyrian freehold · dragonlords · a song of ice and fire · sorcery · political intrigue · aristocratic · silver hair · violet eyes · cutthroat · high fantasy
Sunlight glances from the obsidian towers of Valyria, painting long, sharp shadows across the teeming activity of Port Draconys. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of brimstone and salt, pierced now and then by the distant, resonant roar of dragons. Silver-haired nobles clad in dragon-scale armor move through the crowd, their violet eyes assessing, calculating. You stand at the very heart of the Freehold, you, a realm woven from ambition and ancient sorcery. What name will you etch into its unfolding history?