If there was anything Larraq hated about King's Landing, it was the god-awful stench. Especially in Flea Bottom, the place he was at the moment. With him he brough two horse wagons of food, to appease the hungering populace. Accompanying him were two dozen heavy infantry, men who had already sworn their allegiance to the Lord of Light. He stopped walking after he reached a small widening between houses, a sort of a square, and stood on a chair so everyone could hear him while his retinue spread out around him. 'Brothers and sisters, hear me. My name is Larraq and I come from Braavos, a free city across the Narrow Sea. I am here to preach of the Lord of Light, the one true god whose fire protects us from darkness.' As he spoke, he spread his arms and small flickers of fire came out from the points of his fingers, a small trick to amaze the people who were starting to gather around him. 'Right now you are being deluded by these so called Seven, whose priests and lords feast, wine and dine, while you starve on these streets. Am I not right?', he shouted and met a positive response from the crowd. 'And when these lords and priests get into a fight, it's you, the common people, who they send to fight their battles. Am I not right again?', and again he met a positive response from the gathered. 'But that can change, my friends, for the night is dark and full of terrors, but the Lord's fire burns them all away. Join me, forsake these false gods who condemn you to poverty and join the light, walk the true path, the path of the Lord.' Larraq stepped down from his chair and walked into an empty, half ruined house behind him. Fires were lit in it and red banners hung on the walls days ago by his men and him. In the biggest room of the house several tall braziers were standing and Larraq was ready to christen any new followers with fire.
((OOC: I need a conversion roll. Larraq has +3 Charisma.))




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