Thoros was born youngest of eight in Myr, so his father gave him over to Red Temple. In their wisdom, they decided to make him a priest instead of a warrior or a temple prostitute like other children. It was not the path he would have chosen. He prayed the prayers and he spoke the spells, but he also led raids on the kitchens and from time to time they found girls in his bed. Such wicked girls! He never knew how they got there. Then again, he did have a gift for tongues and when he gazed into the flames from time to time he saw things. Even so, he was more bother than he was worth.
When the High Priest foresaw Robert's ascension, he sent Thoros to turn the Stormlord to the Lord of Light. When Robert seized his crown, they would take all of Westeros from the Seven in a single stroke. Perhaps they thought Robert would listen to a kindred spirit, or perhaps celibacy had addled the High Priest's brain. Thoros didn't know and didn't care. He was free.
He did his duty as he saw it, drinking and whoring and waving his sword around. These were the only gods Robert cared about, anyway. Years passed, Robert became king, Thoros became a joke, they both became fat. Thoros even won glory in the Greyjoy Rebellion, being first through the breach. Thoros comments that it is amazing what boldness a full bladder can inspire.
But Robert had stopped listening to his sermons a long time ago, even if Thoros had still bothered to give them. Then came Robert's death and the war. Thoros is not referring to those brats fighting over the world's pointiest chair. Powers long asleep are waking and moving through the land. He has seen them in his flames and even with his own two eyes. The Lord of Light is real, he insists, and if he is real then all of it is real.
Man once again faces the war for the dawn, which has been waged since time began. On one side is the Lord of Light, the heart of fire, the god of flame and shadow. Against him stands the Great Other, whose name may not be spoken. The lord of darkness, the soul of ice, the god of night and terror. According to prophecy, R'hllor's champion will be reborn to wake dragons from stone and reforge the great sword Lightbringer that defeated the darkness those thousands of years ago. If the old tales are true, a terrible weapon forged with a loving wife's heart. Part of Thoros thinks man was well rid of it, but great power requires great sacrifice. That much at least the Lord of Light is clear on.
Thoros knows he sounds like a dried out old woman, but as the former Hand of the King liked to say: "Winter is Coming". When the cold winds rise, all men no matter their faith or lack of it huddle beside Thoros' nightfires and he prays the prayers, speaks the spells and beseeches the Lord of Light to bring back the dawn. So far, so good. But reprobate as he is, he cannot help but wonder what will happen if one day the Lord does not answer. He imagines a night that will go on forever, so dark and full of terrors. He thinks he needs another drink.
- High Priest of R'hllor
- Lord/King Robert Baratheon
- Azor Ahai (not mentioned by name)
- Nissa Nissa (not mentioned by name)
- Lord Eddard Stark (not mentioned by name)
- Faith of the Seven
- The Seven (mentioned)
- Great Other