#nightsong of splendor

[natsukashii-naa]

Kasei Yakyoku (1989)

(Nightsong of Splendor)

[armaans]

who: @ryonwyl context: flashback to the front lines, armaan visits nightsong post conquering.

armaan yronwood rode into nightsong’s keep with the same fiery pride that had carried him through the war, his crimson and gold cloak billowing in the wind like a triumphant banner. the air was thick with the scent of ash and blood, and the sound of hammering echoed across the courtyard as gallows rose in stark defiance of the castle’s crumbled stormlander pride. the dornish sun, unforgiving even in victory, cast sharp shadows over the defeated banners still clinging to the battlements.

ryon wyl, resplendent in his new lordship, stood waiting for him at the gates, his armor polished to a mirror sheen. behind him, stormlanders shuffled in chains, their faces pale and sunken. armaan barely spared them a glance. let them despair, he thought, his lips curling into a smirk. they should have known better than to resist dorne.

“wyl,” armaan called as he dismounted, his voice ringing through the air like a trumpet of victory. he strode toward his old companion with the swagger of a man who knew he was on the winning side of history. “lord of nightsong,” he said with a sweeping bow, his tone as mocking as it was celebratory. “it suits you. though i must say, the place is still a bit too... stormlander.”

ryon laughed, clapping him on the back, but armaan’s eyes were already wandering, taking in thebeginning stages of a stark transformation of the keep. dornish banners now hung where the stormlander stag once stood proud, their golden sunburst claiming dominion over every corner of the castle. but not all traces of the past had been erased. a single tattered banner of house caron still clung stubbornly to a flagpole near the gate, swaying weakly in the breeze.

armaan made a beeline for it, his movements sharp and deliberate. reaching up, he seized the frayed fabric and yanked it down with a flourish, tearing it free from its moorings. “there,” he said, holding the banner aloft for all to see before tossing it into the dirt. “one less reminder of their so-called honour. this is a dornish keep now. and it will stay a dornish keep.” he turned to ryon, his grin widening. “you’ve done well, my friend. a fine prize for your efforts. though i hope you don’t intend to keep those gallows empty for long. nightsong will need an example—or ten.”

he gestured toward the stormlanders in chains, his tone as casual as if they were cattle awaiting slaughter. “the stormlands were built on the backs of men like these, thinking they could keep dorne in check. now look at them. pathetic.” armaan let his words hang in the air, savoring the weight of them. this was what victory tasted like—bitter for their enemies, sweet for him. he turned back toward the keep, his boots crunching over the broken remnants of nightsong’s former glory. "show me the rest," he said to ryon, a flicker of impatience in his voice. “i want to see what true dornish splendor looks like.”

[unholynghts]

and i thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul.

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         leo woodall,  30, cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ELIAR  of  house  HOUSE  CARON,  the  LORD of  NIGHTSONG.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  BOLD and  CUNNING in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  history.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ink-stained fingers, mismatched rings on every finger, each with a story and eyes perpetually tired  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS

about.

name: eliar caron

age: 30

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

alignment: chaotic neutral

loyalties: the lannisters

character inspo: lord guildford dudley ( my lady jane ), dexter mayhew ( one day ), george villiers ( mary & george ), lucien carr ( kill your darlings )

bio.

charismatic and ambitious, eliar's aspirations transcend his family's expectations. unlike cautious kin who avoid the capital's machinations, he wields power as a tool to shape house caron's destiny. "wealth is power," he muses, guiding his path through westerosi politics. in the corridors of power, eliar is known not just for his political acumen but also for his unabashed love of wealth. a connoisseur of opulence, he revels in the trappings of success—lavish feasts, fine wines, and the subtle art of manipulation masked behind a charming smile. his ambition knows no bound. seeking to elevate house caron's stature, he forges alliances, expands economic influence, and eyes a role in the realm's councils. yet, behind the veil of ambition, he revels in festivities—a connoisseur of spirits, often found immersed in revelry and courtly gossip. known among courtiers as a rake, eliar thrives amidst the splendor of revelry—a spirited connoisseur, perpetually chasing the next toast and the thrill of courtly intrigue. his laughter echoes through grand halls, his wit a glittering blade in the dance of gossip. yet beneath the veneer of ambition lies a poet's soul, finding solace in clandestine verses penned with ink-stained hands. ashamed of his hidden passion, he cloaks himself in the guise of an ambitious nobleman, wrestling with a muse that now flits just beyond his grasp. beneath the veneer of ambition lies a guarded heart, shielded behind his rakish persona. he hides his vulnerabilities well, using wit and charm to deflect personal inquiries and maintain a facade of invulnerability. even as he indulges in courtly pleasures and revels in the intrigue of high society, eliar keeps his true emotions closely guarded, revealing them only through the pen strokes of his secret verses. his inner world, hidden from prying eyes, is a sanctuary where his poetic soul finds refuge amidst the relentless pursuit of power and influence.

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Nightsong of Splendor

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小雪晴 - Nightsong (tw) head: Hidden Helm neck: Hatecoil Commander's Amulet shoulder: Magma Plated Shoulderguards back: Hidden Cloak chest: Scavenged Breastplate shirt: Hidden Shirt wrist: Wristbands of Magnificent Splendor hands: Area 52 Engineering Gloves waist: Hidden Belt legs: Nagascale Legplates feet: Treads of Savage Beatings finger1: Scaled Band of Servitude finger2: Band of Dark Millennia trinket1: Convergence of Fates trinket2: Vial of Ceaseless Toxins mainHand: Slayer of the Lifeless offHand: Slayer of the Lifeless

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