[ The woman who speaks over the communication device to the network is red of hair — the color of burnished copper, to be precise — with a sleek but curvy build apparent through the form-fitting robes she wears, and a heart-shaped face with full lips and wide-set eyes. As she speaks her sonorous voice lilts gently in both wonder and knowing, her words flavored with her exotic Asshai'i accent.
At her throat, a large red ruby adorning a red-gold choker glows visibly over the feed. ]
I have come by way of a boat that sails through the air, with nothing to hold it aloft, to a city that floats. I believe this must be a sign from the Lord of Light that I am where I need be the most, even if it means I am no longer at the Wall, the hinge of the world where the great battle will be commencing between Light and Dark.
From what I understand such a battle took place here, on the land that became this floating magical city as well, halted only by the forging of a powerful artifact. If there is more to hear concerning this creation, this artifact, I would encourage you who are listening to speak.
Understanding the world we are now in is tantamount to knowing the roles each of us will play in this endeavor, will it not? [ her full lips curve upward, quirking at the corners. ]
For we all must choose. Man or woman, young or old, lord or servant, our choices are the same. We choose light, or we choose darkness.
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(If one is inclined, you can find Melisandre either on the beaches of Imber, overlooking the crystalline water as she sits before a warm bonfire and stares intently into the flames; or, on the island of Aerilon at the great market, perusing wares and particularly red and gold jewelry. Or another scenario of your choosing!)
melisandre of asshai | asoiaf/got
[ The woman who speaks over the communication device to the network is red of hair — the color of burnished copper, to be precise — with a sleek but curvy build apparent through the form-fitting robes she wears, and a heart-shaped face with full lips and wide-set eyes. As she speaks her sonorous voice lilts gently in both wonder and knowing, her words flavored with her exotic Asshai'i accent.
At her throat, a large red ruby adorning a red-gold choker glows visibly over the feed. ]
I have come by way of a boat that sails through the air, with nothing to hold it aloft, to a city that floats. I believe this must be a sign from the Lord of Light that I am where I need be the most, even if it means I am no longer at the Wall, the hinge of the world where the great battle will be commencing between Light and Dark.
From what I understand such a battle took place here, on the land that became this floating magical city as well, halted only by the forging of a powerful artifact. If there is more to hear concerning this creation, this artifact, I would encourage you who are listening to speak.
Understanding the world we are now in is tantamount to knowing the roles each of us will play in this endeavor, will it not? [ her full lips curve upward, quirking at the corners. ]
For we all must choose. Man or woman, young or old, lord or servant, our choices are the same. We choose light, or we choose darkness.
(If one is inclined, you can find Melisandre either on the beaches of Imber, overlooking the crystalline water as she sits before a warm bonfire and stares intently into the flames; or, on the island of Aerilon at the great market, perusing wares and particularly red and gold jewelry. Or another scenario of your choosing!)