What a supporter Malaquo Maegyr, the current ruling triarch of the Tiger, would wear, Gucci.

Volantis is ruled by there elected officials of the City who are called triarchs, they are neither kings nor princes, and any freeborn landholder, regardless of gender can vote for a triarch, who are chosen from amongst those noble families who can prove unbroken descent from Valyria. A triarch’s term lasts for one year. However, a triarch may run for re-election for the post as many times as they wish. The elections last for ten days at the beginning of each new year, and Volantis becomes filled with torchlight marches, speeches, mummers and minstrels and dancers, bravos fighting duels for the honor of their candidates, elephants with the names of would-be triarchs painted on their sides. Some candidates have slave girls and boys lay with voters to win votes. The triarchs are considered so elevated that their feet are not allowed to touch the ground during their year of service, instead, they ride everywhere atop elephants.

Had time to finish a rather hasty Aria T’Loak portrait! I love her, she’s such a badass, and the Omega DLC was probably one of the best around for the Mass Effect series. While painting this I noticed that some of her features, especially her crest, are a lot softer and not as speckled/freckled as some other Asari. I know that now, and in the past, I wonder if her dad was a Hanar or something. Maybe that’s why she’s purple instead of blue, haha.

Here’s other portraits for the same series: Liara T’Soni , Peebee , Samara , Dr. Lexi T’Perro , Shiala

More info: I decided I would start a little digital painting project to keep me artistically active for a while, so to celebrate the month of May my theme is:

“May-dens, May-trons, and May-triarchs”

I’ll just be painting a whole buncha beautiful blue (and purple… possibly green) Asari from the Mass Effect series!

Timeline of the 41st Millennium: 744.M41

* Taggarath, Seer of Corrinto, foresees the approach of the End Times, and prophesies a time of unprecedented upheaval, in which even the light of the Emperor is swallowed in darkness. Taggarath is immediately executed for heresy, but his prophecy still spreads in whispers.

* A string of murders and thefts at the Kellerman Scholam on Amarah are linked to a Cult Celestarii plot regarding xenos artefacts. A gun battle between cultists and Adeptus Arbites leaves the Scholam a smoking ruin. Witnesses report seeing a fire-shrouded figure retrieve several artefacts from the burning complex, untouched by the fire. Forensic examinations do not establish which of the Scholam’s collection of xenos artefacts were stolen before the fire destroyed the rest.

* The Silent King ends his self-imposed exile and returned to the galaxy after encountering the Tyranids within the intergalactic void and realising the threat they pose. He has begun a journey across the galaxy with a band of his loyal Triarch Praetorians to reawaken Tomb Worlds that still slumber so they may unite against the Tyranids.

anonymous asked:

What is the deeper significance of the parallels between Serra and the Widow of the Waterfront?

On the one hand, Serra and the Widow of the Waterfront share a number of similarities. Both were Essosi women who worked as prostitutes; both caught the attention of powerful men of the Free Cities; both became the mistresses and then wives of these men; and both men took social hits for their decisions to marry these women (Illyrio’s consequences, though, are more clear than Vogarro’s - while “[t]he palace gates were closed to [Illyrio] thereafter”, it’s only said that it was a “great scandal” when Vogarro grew “besotted” with this woman, and a “greater scandal” when he freed her and wed her).

But I️ think what are more important than their similarities are the differences between Serra and the Widow. When we’re introduced to Serra, it’s as a portrait in Illyrio’s possession. She’s a classic Valyrian-looking beauty, silver-gold hair and big blue eyes, and it seems that she’s was still relatively young when she died (since Illyrio laments that the greyscale that killed her allowed him to preserve her “hands that were so soft”). The physical contrast between her and the Widow is obvious: the hump-backed woman with the wrinkled hands, thin white hair, and scarred cheeks where her teardrop tattoos were cut away is no rival in beauty to Serra. Moreover, while Illyrio praises his beloved second wife to Tyrion, Volantene blue-blood society disdains “Vogarro’s whore”, driving her out of the Black Walls lest, heaven forbid, a former slave dare live among them.

But the Widow has something Serra never enjoyed, either in life or even in death: a measure of freedom. Illyrio might claim that he loved Serra, and maybe he does think of it that way, but theirs was and is a relationship built on his ownership of her. When Illyrio decided he wanted Serra as his exclusive bedwarmer, that’s what she became; when Illyrio decided he’d like to marry her and “allow” himself to be socially shunned, that’s what happened; and when Serra died, it was Illyrio who feels keenly the loss of her soft hands and Illyrio who has decided how she would be preserved. Her narrative belongs to Illyrio, whether in the presentation of her appearance (forever young and beautiful), the possession of her hands, or the continuation of her (probable) Blackfyre inheritance in the person of their son.

The Widow of the Waterfront, meanwhile, has achieved, in some part, independent success and respectability. When Vogarro died, his widow would have been in a very precarious state: in a society thoroughly drenched in slavery, a freed slave newly without the protection and support of her powerful husband would hardly have found many helpful allies. Vogarro was already a triarch and influential businessman before he died - Volantis is no place for up-from-the-bootstraps story, particularly from freed female slaves - but that the Widow managed to carry on Vogarro’s very successful and profitable enterprises after his death speaks to her intelligence, tenacity, and strength of character, to assert herself - a former slave, and a female former slave at that - as a businesswoman in her own right. She is courted for favors, brought expensive gifts, and served by her own corps of bodyguards, all through her drive to manage her affairs.

Now, of course, Volantis being the First Daughter of Valyria, even a clearly very intelligent and able woman like the Widow does not enjoy true freedom. Her political power, as both a woman and a freed slave, is nonexistent, and east of the Rhoyne in Old Volantis she will always be “Vogarro’s whore”, no more than a troublesome sex slave who didn’t know her place and bewitched a triarch into giving her far too much wealth and power. Yet the Widow has demonstrated an ability to control her destiny that Serra never had. Serra has the enduring youth and beauty, the love of her Pentoshi husband, a place of honor in his great manse, even a name (which, tellingly, is never revealed for Vogarro’s widow), but no voice; she’s not simply literally dead, she’s dead to her own legacy, robbed of any agency over herself or her son Aegon. What power and influence the Widow has as of ADWD is through her own careful cultivation of her destiny, an expression of her hard work and effort to carve a realm of her own.

Next up is a Peebee! I ended up romancing her, haha. As a disclaimer I probably fucked up her subtle facial markings on this, but yeah, I tried. :D

Here’s other portraits for the same series: Liara T’Soni , Samara , Aria T’Loak , Dr. Lexi T’Perro , Shiala

More info: I decided I would start a little digital painting project to keep me artistically active for a while, so to celebrate the month of May my theme is:

“May-dens, May-trons, and May-triarchs”

I’ll just be painting a whole buncha beautiful blue (and purple… possibly green) Asari from the Mass Effect series!

kbranded  asked:

Hey PQ, love your analysis. I agree with you that Victarion is likely to blow Dragonbinder and die a fiery death from within. I think he's seduced by the horn and is power hungry after battle, and believes that somehow Morroqo can save him again. My question, if/when Vic blows the horn and dies, what happens to the Ironborn? They are leaderless, far from home. They lost more than half their fleet on this journey as well, so going back doesn't look like a great option. Do they stay and Reave?

Good question! In the show, the Iron Fleet was Team Dany’s ticket to Westeros. In that case, however, the Fleet was led by the at least semi-sympathetic younger Greyjoys; in the books, Nuncle Vic is at the helm, and not only is the Iron Captain much less likely to play nice with others, he’s (as you note) probably not gonna last much longer.

Moreover, there’s a considerably larger fleet creeping behind Victarion’s…

And I must needs reach the dragon queen before the Volantenes.

In Volantis he had seen the galleys taking on provisions. The whole city had seemed drunk. Sailors and soldiers and tinkers had been observed dancing in the streets with nobles and fat merchants, and in every inn and winesink cups were being raised to the new triarchs. All the talk had been of the gold and gems and slaves that would flood into Volantis once the dragon queen was dead. One day of such reports was all that Victarion Greyjoy could stomach; he paid the gold price for food and water, though it shamed him, and took his ships back out to sea.

The storms would have scattered and delayed the Volantenes, even as they had his own ships. If fortune smiled, many of their warships might have sunk or run aground. But not all. No god was that good, and those green galleys that survived by now could well have sailed around Valyria. They will be sweeping north toward Meereen and Yunkai, great dromonds of war teeming with slave soldiers. If the Storm God spared them, by now they could be in the Gulf of Grief. Three hundred ships, perhaps as many as five hundred.

…and the heart of Tyrion VII ADWD’s deep dive into Volantis was his seismic reading of the fire underneath the city’s triumphant surface, exposed by those kindling it: the one with the flame tattoos…

The river road was thick with traffic, almost all of it flowing south. The knight went with it, a log caught in a current. Tyrion eyed the passing throngs. Nine men of every ten bore slave marks on their cheeks. “So many slaves … where are they all going?”

“The red priests light their nightfires at sunset. The High Priest will be speaking. I would avoid it if I could, but to reach the Long Bridge we must pass the red temple.”

Three blocks later the street opened up before them onto a huge torchlit plaza, and there it stood. Seven save me, that’s got to be three times the size of the Great Sept of Baelor. An enormity of pillars, steps, buttresses, bridges, domes, and towers flowing into one another as if they had all been chiseled from one colossal rock, the Temple of the Lord of Light loomed like Aegon’s High Hill. A hundred hues of red, yellow, gold, and orange met and melded in the temple walls, dissolving one into the other like clouds at sunset. Its slender towers twisted ever upward, frozen flames dancing as they reached for the sky. Fire turned to stone. Huge nightfires burned beside the temple steps, and between them the High Priest had begun to speak.

Benerro. The priest stood atop a red stone pillar, joined by a slender stone bridge to a lofty terrace where the lesser priests and acolytes stood. The acolytes were clad in robes of pale yellow and bright orange, priests and priestesses in red.

The great plaza before them was packed almost solid. Many and more of the worshipers were wearing some scrap of red cloth pinned to their sleeves or tied around their brows. Every eye was on the high priest, save theirs. “Make way,” the knight growled as his horse pushed through the throng. “Clear a path.” The Volantenes gave way resentfully, with mutters and angry looks.

Benerro’s high voice carried well. Tall and thin, he had a drawn face and skin white as milk. Flames had been tattooed across his cheeks and chin and shaven head to make a bright red mask that crackled about his eyes and coiled down and around his lipless mouth. “Is that a slave tattoo?” asked Tyrion.

The knight nodded. “The red temple buys them as children and makes them priests or temple prostitutes or warriors. Look there.” He pointed at the steps, where a line of men in ornate armor and orange cloaks stood before the temple’s doors, clasping spears with points like writhing flames. “The Fiery Hand. The Lord of Light’s sacred soldiers, defenders of the temple.”

Fire knights. “And how many fingers does this hand have, pray?”

“One thousand. Never more, and never less. A new flame is kindled for every one that gutters out.”

Benerro jabbed a finger at the moon, made a fist, spread his hands wide. When his voice rose in a crescendo, flames leapt from his fingers with a sudden whoosh and made the crowd gasp. The priest could trace fiery letters in the air as well. Valyrian glyphs. Tyrion recognized perhaps two in ten; one was Doom, the other Darkness.

Shouts erupted from the crowd. Women were weeping and men were shaking their fists. I have a bad feeling about this. The dwarf was reminded of the day Myrcella sailed for Dorne and the riot that boiled up as they made their way back to the Red Keep.

…and the one who cut her tattoos away.

The widow sipped daintily at her wine. “Some of the first elephants were women,” she said, “the ones who brought the tigers down and ended the old wars. Trianna was returned four times. That was three hundred years ago, alas. Volantis has had no female triarch since, though some women have the vote. Women of good birth who dwell in ancient palaces behind the Black Walls, not creatures such as me. The Old Blood will have their dogs and children voting before any freedman. No, it will be Belicho, or perhaps Alios, but either way it will be war. Or so they think.”

“And what do you think?” Ser Jorah asked.

Good, thought Tyrion. The right question.

“Oh, I think it will be war as well, but not the war they want.” The old woman leaned forward, her black eyes gleaming. “I think that red R’hllor has more worshipers in this city than all the other gods together. Have you heard Benerro preach?”

“Last night.”

“Benerro can see the morrow in his flames,” the widow said. “Triarch Malaquo tried to hire the Golden Company, did you know? He meant to clean out the red temple and put Benerro to the sword. He dare not use tiger cloaks. Half of them worship the Lord of Light as well. Oh, these are dire days in Old Volantis, even for wrinkled old widows.”

Tyrion grinned. “If I were Volantene, and free, and had the blood, you’d have my vote for triarch, my lady.”

“I am no lady,” the widow replied, “just Vogarro’s whore. You want to be gone from here before the tigers come. Should you reach your queen, give her a message from the slaves of Old Volantis.”

She touched the faded scar upon her wrinkled cheek, where her tears had been cut away. “Tell her we are waiting. Tell her to come soon.”

So the slave soldiers and sailors on the Volantene fleet seem likely to revolt sooner rather than later, especially after it becomes clear that the slaver coalition their masters came to support has been wiped out by Barry and Vic, hammer-and-anvil style. As such, Team Dany might not need the Iron Fleet, and the latter’s narrative function was more to do with Dragonbinder and Moqorro…which if so, means the reavers will likely face the same fate as their leader.

Rings of the Free Cities

1. Braavos, known as Braavos of the Hundred Isles, is the greatest and most powerful of the Free Cities, located in a lagoon on the northwestern end of Essos, where the narrow sea and the Shivering Sea meet. There is a stretch of land to the south called the Braavosian Coastland that is claimed by Braavos. The ruler of Braavos is known as the Sealord and it is from the sea that the city’s power and wealth flows. Because was established by former Valyrian slaves, the founders of Braavos vowed that no man, woman, or child in the city should ever be a slave, thrall, or bondsman. This became the First Law of Braavos, engraved in stone on the arch that spans the Long Canal. The city is comprised of a hundred islands linked together by small stone bridges spanning the many canals throughout the city. There are no trees to be found within the city (except in the courts and gardens of the mighty), making Braavos a city of stone architecture and granite monuments. The streets are lined with houses made of grey stone, built so close that they lean upon one another.

2. Pentos is a large port city, and may be one of the most populous of the Free Cities. It lies on the Bay of Pentos off the narrow sea, with the Flatlands plains and Velvet Hills to the east. The city has many square brick towers, controlled by the spice traders. Most of the roofing is done in tiles. Pentos is a city where wealth equals power, ruled over by a prince with a council of magisters. The prince has a mostly ceremonial function while the rich magisters rule. The prince is chosen from the forty families, and presides chiefly over balls and feasts,[3] is carried from place to place in a rich palanquin with a handsome guard and each new year he must deflower two maidens: the maid of the sea, and the maid of the fields to ensure prosperity on land and sea. However, if there is famine or war is lost, the magisters sacrifice the prince and slit his throat to appease the gods, then choose a new prince.

3. Myr is one of the Free Cities. It is known for its lace and its green nectar. The inhabitants of the city are renowned for being great craftsmen. Its main exports are its finished goods, such as its carpets and lace. The best glass comes from Myr; a clear pane is worth its weight in spice. The best far-eyes are also made in Myr, and are as a result known as Myrish eyes. Myr produces gowns made of Myrish lace. The city also has artisans skilled in creating crossbows and carving. Myr sits on the eastern shore of the Sea of Myrth, along the western coast of Essos.

4. Lys, known as Lys the Lovely, is one of the nine Free Cities of Essos. It is a small city clinging to rocks surrounded by stormy seas. Lys is known for the alchemists who work in the city, who are known to make poisons, the strangler and the tears of Lys among them. The people of Lys curl and perfume their hair. Blue eyes are common among the Lyseni and blonde hair is a common trait among those native to Lys. Many Lysene have valyrian features such as the white white-blond hair and purple eyes, as the blood of the old Freehold still runs strong there. Slaves outnumber the freeborn three to one. One of the greatest temples of R'hllor stands in Lys.  

5. Qohor, also known as the City of Sorcerers in folklore, is one of the nine Free Cities located in western Essos. It lies near a great forest, the Forest of Qohor. The city was founded by religious dissidents that abandoned Valyria, rejecting the religious tolerance practiced by the Freehold. It is widely believed that the dark arts, such as divination, blood magic, and necromancy are practiced in Qohor. The Qohorik worship the deity known as the Black Goat, who demands daily blood sacrifice, calves, bullocks, and horses are the animals most often brought before the Black Goat’s altars, but on holy days condemned criminals are sacrificed by the god’s priests; and in times of crisis, the nobility of the city offer their own children to placate the god. The city’s defense is made up entirely of Unsullied. Qohorik artisans are famed. Qohorik tapestries, woven mostly by women and children, are just as fine as those from Myr, though less costly. Exquisiste, yet disturbings, wood carvings can be bought in Qohor’s markets, while Qohorik swords, knives, and armor are superior even to the best castle-forged steel of Westeros. Qohorik blacksmiths have the ability to meld paint in with the metals. Some blacksmiths also preserve the secret of how to reforge Valyrian steel, guarding it jealously.

6. Lorath is one of the Nine Free Cities. It is situated in a group of islands in the Shivering Sea near the northern coast of Essos. Lorath is ruled by a council of three princes. The Harvest Prince is chosen by a vote of all those who owned land on the islands, the Fisher Prince by all those who owned ships, and the Prince of the Streets by the acclamation of the free men of the city. Once chosen, each prince serves for life. The princes continue to sit today, though their titles are purely ceremonial; the true authority now lies in a council of magisters made up of nobles, priests, and merchants. Lorath is accounted as the poorest of the Free Cites, as well as the most isolated. Though possessing a large fleet of fishing vessels, the Lorathi build few warships and have little military power.

7. Tyrosh is a harbor city and one of the Free Cities. It sits on an island to the north of the Stepstones, just off the coast of the Disputed Lands of Essos at the entrance to the harbour sits the Bleeding Tower. The ruler of Tyrosh is called the Archon. He is chosen from among the members of a convlace of the wealthiest and noblest of the city. Tyroshi are renowned for their greed. They constantly fight to gain control of the Stepstones and Disputed Lands.They love bright colors, even coloring their hair brightly. Their inventors are known for creating ornate helmets and ingenious torture devices. Their dialect is a corrupted form of High Valyrian. Slaves and sellswords are common in Tyrosh. It is renowned for its pear brandy, and Tyroshi armorsmiths can make fantastic helmets shaped like birds and animals, chased with precious metals.

8. Volantis, is a city in southwestern Essos, located at the mouth of the Rhoyne on the Summer Sea. It is the oldest and the proudest of the Nine Free Cities. Volantis is the oldest of the Free Cities. It was the first colony of the Valyrian Freehold - her “first daughter”- and still maintains many of its traditions. After the Bleeding Years following the Doom, they considered themselves the heirs to the Freehold and rightful rulers of of the world. The city is divided by the Black Wall. A great oval of fused black stone built two hundred feet high by the Valyrians when Volantis was no more than an outpost of their empire. It protects the oldest part of the city on the eastern shore, often called Old Volantis. It is wide enough for six four-horse chariots to race around its top abreast, as is done each year to celebrate the founding of the city. No outlander, freeman, or foreigner is allowed inside the Black Wall save at the invitation of those who dwell within. Only scions of the Old Blood who can trace their ancestry back to Valyria itself may live within the Black Wall. Volantis is ruled over by three triarchs, each of whom rules for a year. Each year the freeborn landholders of Volantis can elect a new triarch or reelect a current one. There are precious few voters west of the river Rhoyne. The elections are ten days of madness, with much campaigning and bribery.Only those of Old Blood who can trace their ancestry back to Valyria can be a triarch. The triarchs belong to either the elephant or tiger political parties. The elephants are the party of the merchants and moneylenders, while the tigers are old aristocracy and warriors. The elephants advocate trade and the tigers advocate the sword. Volantis is key to the slave market, trading heavily with the cities of Slaver’s Bay to the east. It is said there are five slaves to every free man in the city. Tattooing is very common among the populace. Slave owners tattoo their slaves to prevent theft and to show the slave’s purpose. Tears are tattooed on the cheeks of pleasure slaves; flames on the cheeks of slaves of R'hllor; tiger stripes on the cheeks of the city guard; flies on the slaves who clean up dung;

9. Norvos, called Great Norvos by its people, is one of the nine Free Cities. It lies in the interior of Essos, between Pentos and Qohor. Norvos sits among the Hills of Norvos, it is a land of rolling hills and terraced farms, surrounded by small walled villages that support the larger city. The city is divided into two sections, with the High City on the tallest hill in the region, and the Low City located at the base of the hill by the river. The lower city if full with riverman’s haunts, brothels, and taverns. It is where the lowborn Norvoshi, out of sight of priests, nobles, or soldiers, find entertainment, away from the wind and prayer of the higher city. Bears are known to be made to dance down the Sinner’s Steps. There are three bells throughout the city, each given its own name:Noom having a deep sound, Narrah having a strong sound, Nyel having a higher pitched sound. Norvos is nominally ruled by a High Magister and a council of religious protectors, chosen by the bearded priests. Among the Norvoshi only the bearded priests are allowed beards. The freeborn of the city, both noble or lowborn favor long, unswept mustachios, whilst slaves and women are shaved bare. Norvoshi women shave off all of their hair, though noblewomen don wigs, specially when in company of men from other lands and cities. Norvoshi are known as masters at creating intricate textiles, including fine tapestries that are renowned the world over, and for an annual festival that features bears dancing.

I decided I would start a little digital painting project to keep me artistically active for a while, so to celebrate the month of May my theme is:

“May-dens, May-trons, and May-triarchs” 

I’ll just be painting a whole buncha beautiful blue (and purple… possibly green) Asari from the Mass Effect series!

Started off with my favorite blue space waifu, Liara T’Soni.

Here are some of the other portraits from this series: Peebee , Samara , Aria T’Loak , Dr. Lexi T’Perro , Shiala

Men’s Lives Have Meaning, Part 2: Give Your Bride a Kiss For Me

Part 1 here

“Pirates could happen to anyone.”

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Shot of Doran at his cyvasse board, eyes burning. 

DORAN: Vengeance.

He takes Arianne’s hand. 

DORAN: Justice. 

Close-up on his fist, as he unravels it to place an onyx dragon in her palm.

Cut to Volantis. We zoom out on Quentyn’s face. 

His eyes are bloodshot. 

His hands are trembling. 

His friends are dead. 

He’s going to die. 

He knows it. 

DORAN: (in voiceover) Fire and Blood. 

As his opening move in Quentyn’s storyline, GRRM elects to rip a gigantic hole in it, disorienting the reader along with the protagonist right from the start. Quent’s first chapter in ASOIAF is not set in Yronwood, where his story “should” begin; nor is it set in Sunspear, receiving his mission from his father; nor is it set in Planky Town, as he sets out on his quest. It is set in Volantis, after Team Quent has already passed through all those others. Why structure it this way? Why open the story on what really ought to be the fifth or sixth chapter? So GRRM could start said story like this:

Adventure stank.

It’s the most meta moment in the series’ most meta storyline. Indeed, it’s a huge sick hilarious fourth-wall-breaking (and heartbreaking) joke, once you know how this story ends. But it’s also Quentyn’s story in miniature. Even more than, say, “he drank his way across the narrow sea,” the opening line of “The Merchant’s Man” throws down a gauntlet for the reader, setting the tone for the rest of the storyline. This adventure is not empowering or exciting or, indeed, successful. This adventure stinks. And what does it stink of?

She boasted sixty oars, a single sail, and a long lean hull that promised speed. Small, but she might serve, Quentyn thought when he saw her, but that was before he went aboard and got a good whiff of her. Pigs, was his first thought, but after a second sniff he changed his mind. Pigs had a cleaner smell. This stink was piss and rotting meat and nightsoil, this was the reek of corpse flesh and weeping sores and wounds gone bad, so strong that it overwhelmed the salt air and fish smell of the harbor.

It stinks of death, that winged chariot which has already visited Quent’s quest before we even meet him, the maw waiting for him at quest’s end. Quent’s death is so horrific you can smell it a book away. It haunts his entire story from the very first words. It’s the end result of every twist of the plot, every decision Quent makes, rendering the experience of reading Quent’s arc the equivalent of watching a dog-eared storybook set suddenly on fire. 

For even before we enter Quentyn’s story, his best friend (Cletus Yronwood) and two of his other companions (Willam Wells and Maester Kedry) are dead, killed in a corsair attack. So the quest is broken before it starts. It’s already all gone wrong, and we have no experience of Quent’s story before that happens. Quentyn’s fantasy tale has torn off its mask and revealed itself as a horror story, and the trapdoors just keep opening up beneath him, falling closer to the fire with each drop. This is a Hero’s Journey in which the Refusal of the Call was absolutely correct, which in and of itself constitutes a radical reshaping of how this sort of story is supposed to go. 

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Daenerys and Qarth: Third Time’s the Charm

It’s no secret that Daenerys has a special relationship with the number three. This is most overt in the personal, prophetic and the miraculous aspects of her journey: she is third born, a child of three, comes to possess three dragon eggs/dragons, will light three fires, ride three mounts, suffer three treacheries, and the dragon has three heads. But the number three frequently reoccurs in the more mundane story as well: three hostile khals, three loyal Bloodriders, three Seekers, three unfaithful Pureborn, three (unhelpful) Qartheen trading associations, three Pentosi ships, three attempts to secure an army, three Slaver cities, three Storm Crow commanders, three pickled heads from Mantarys, three surviving Dornishmen, three warlocks in the service of Euron III, three hostile Volantene Triarchs, three Westerosi passengers aboard the Selaesori Qhoran, three thralls to blow the dragon horn for third-born Victarion, and three remaining hostages in the Yunkish camp (as Dany herself bemoans, so many threes). In the more important groups of three a third event or person breaks from the first two. The third Seeker Quaithe actually gives Daenerys helpful advice, the third attempt at gaining an army in Astapor is successful, the third Storm Crow commander turns his cloak, Dany decides to stay and rule the third slaver city, one of her three dragons bonds with her and flies off, and so on.

Now, this special relationship isn’t all that useful when it comes to interpreting the narrative and making predictions. For the most part this is a pattern that reveals itself as the story unfolds, to be enjoyed in hindsight. The number three might be a reoccurring, symbolically important feature of Daenerys’ storyline, but we have little idea how it will reoccur absent heavy foreshadowing, nor how important its manifestations will be to the overall narrative (these details are all locked up in Martin’s head). There is however one case where we actually do have some rather heavy foreshadowing whose narrative importance is fairly obvious once uncovered. This foreshadowing has to do with the fate of Qarth.

Given Dany’s special relationship with the number three, it seems fairly significant that Qarth has three great walls and three great gates that would have to be overcome in order for the city to be captured. It is equally significant that Dany has so far had two formal audiences in which she dressed up in Qartheen fashion, one with the Pureborn and one with Xaro (who in addition to representing the Thirteen was also serving as Qarth’s ambassador). She has also had two personal encounters with Xaro Xhoan Daxos.* A third audience with the Qartheen and a third encounter with Xaro would be the result of Daenerys burning down Qarth’s three gates and sacking the city. The whole city is therefore symbolically setup for her violent return.

*whose name makes him one big walking three, amusingly enough.

What the Widow of the Waterfront would have worn in her youth, Anita Dongre

The widow of the waterfront is a very old woman who runs several docks, piers and shipping lanes in a section of western Volantis. She was once a former pleasure slave taught the ways of the seven sighs in Yunkai. She was purchased by a Triarch of Volantis named Vogarro, who later fell in love with her and freed her, raising a great scandal amongst the nobility by marrying her. Vogarro owned piers, storehouses, brokered cargoes, changed money and insured shipowners against the hazards of the sea and when he died thirty-two years ago she took over his business. She had to sell his manse because no freedman may live within the Black Wall in eastern Volantis, where only those with blood tracing back to Old Valyria may live. She took up residence at the Merchant’s House west of the Rhoyne. The aristocracy of eastern Volantis refer to her as Vogarro’s whore, though not to her face.

Here’s a Samara portrait. She’s def one of my faves from the Mass Effect trilogy, and I loved her story arc, being torn between her duty as a justicar and the unconditional motherly love she held for her daughters.

Here’s other portraits for the same series: Liara T’Soni , Peebee , Aria T’Loak , Dr. Lexi T’Perro , Shiala

More info: I decided I would start a little digital painting project to keep me artistically active for a while, so to celebrate the month of May my theme is:

“May-dens, May-trons, and May-triarchs”

I’ll just be painting a whole buncha beautiful blue (and purple… possibly green) Asari from the Mass Effect series!