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.
Stone men are people inflicted by greyscale in the area known as the Sorrows. They are known to congregate on the Bridge of Dream. Thrice each year the triarchs of Volantis send a galley upriver to feed the ones afflicted, but many of the crew often succumb to the disease themselves. Their leader is believed to be the Shrouded Lord.
The Shrouded Lord, also known as His Grey Grace and the Prince of Sorrows, is a mysterious figure. Many say his is just a legend. He spreads greyscale through the grey kiss, although he does not bestow his kiss lightly. According to some rumors, he is thought to be Prince Garin himself, risen from his watery grave. Others believe that there have been numerous Shrouded Lords, and when one dies another one takes his place; the one currently holding the title is a corsair from the Basilisk Isles. there is yet another version of the tale, in which the Shrouded Lord was a statue at first, and a grey woman from the fog kissed life to it with lips as cold as ice. They say the Shrouded Lord will grant a boon to any man who can make him laugh.
Triarch Praetorians are the former bodyguards and agents of the Triarch, the ruling council of the Necrontyr. Now, they are Necron rapid-assault infantry equipped with anti-gravitational packs. As of late M41 they have pledged their loyalty to the newly returned Silent King, and seek to unify the Necrons in the face of the Tyranid threat.