❝ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 '𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯'𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔷𝔢. 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 , 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩. ❞
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE ... comprehensive , overarching au set in g.r.r.m's world && meant to work in any timeline covered by thus published media.
meant to convey an idea and an atmosphere more than to work as a cheat sheet. threads of rumors carried on a raven's wing , if aught is known at all.
there by the fireplace stands a tall figure , a giant of nigh 20 hands. severe features remain gentled by a veil of translucent gauze , delicate stitchings of eyes in golden thread gleaming over a heavy and piercing , icy gaze. a death shroud , if you have ever seen one. atop his brow rests a delicate headdress of simple iron coins— their soft clink mournful. the veil too covers long tresses , inky strands hanging heavily down the man's back in a long spill. daunting , and perhaps like nothing you have ever seen. though his voice , heavy like honeyed wine on a stormy night , eases your apprehension and beckons you closer.
mordú provides whispers to those who are willing to employ him. trading in rumors and lost knowledge , his advice is both priceless and repulsive. his expertise in forgotten arts provides remedies and poisons alike , promising swift or slow ends to whomever is the fated chosen one. though keeping his magical arts a secret , it takes guts to welcome him into one's household. typically , he is a servant to daring lords and ladies for as long as his employ serves him.
hailing from a secret death cult tucked away by asshai in the shadowlands , it is mordú's greatest desire to unravel the mysteries of valyrian blood and uncover the truth behind their dragons. a jealous and mad ambition.
please note that this verse is in active development! i'm happy to plot and to adjust , add & change details when it's serviceable. i do love aus , so whilst this is his canon , i'm open to explore him in entirely different ways as well.
