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Epilogue-Of Sorrow and Joy
With the advent of the fourth century after Aegon's Conquest, men started moulding magic and metal once more. But unlike the elusive practices of the Freehold, where the guilds of spell-weavers and smiths worked together, this undertaking was started by a single man—Jon Stark the Third of His Name, the Lord of the North and King of Winter. While many decry him for his vile sorcery, cruel deeds and unnatural strength, I find his foray into metalworking far more interesting a topic. Even the greatest…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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Epilogue-Return of Spring
The winter that began at the tail end of the Year 303 After Aegon's Conquest was the coldest in recorded history. It was said that even in Dorne, stone would crack open from the fierce chill. The cruel cold lasted two and a half years, with only three to four warm moons of respite a year. The snow in the Riverlands has been said to reach thirty feet tall, collapsing the roofs over the heads of many of the surviving smallfolk who had yet to flee further south. From Starfall to Sunspear, the world was…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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48.Aftermath
None of the Lords in Aegon's army survived the Second Field of Fire, and only the fortunate men-at-arms and knights at the outer encampment managed to flee into the snowy hills. None could say how many of them survived the harsh onset of winter long enough to return home. According to the local scribes, Dorne sent fifteen thousand spears to aid Aegon, and a few hundred barely managed to return, half frozen and nearly starved to death. While some witnesses argued that the King of Winter used fire sorcery…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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71.No Going Back
19th of November 1994 Saturday (6 days later) Juno The intent to battle was so thick she could almost taste it. Her gaze roamed about the Chamber, and she gave a slight nod. Spellfire fluttered across its length, illuminating everything in myriad colours as the club members duelled with fervour. The air was thick with the whistling of magic and the students’ laboured breathing. But there were no incantations. Even their youngest members could now fight silently, each spell coming out smooth and…- 469.5 K • Ongoing
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26.Wings of Fate
259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The House of the Dragon was a wreck. Her cousin Maegor had been drowning himself in wine and Tyroshi brandy ever since that day, and she had only seen him once, as drunk as a man could ever be, swaying on the way to his quarters. For good or ill, her brother had remained in his room, still refusing to leave or see anyone. Would her grandfather truly wed another woman? Rhaella could not say if those words were spoken to pressure her in grief or were…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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25.A Den of Vipers
259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard “This is bloody slow,” Tormund groaned, looking at the winding queue that disappeared into the gatehouse before them. They had barely moved ten yards in the last half an hour, and his squire had begun to grow impatient. “Patience is a virtue,” Daeron chided, as he petted his donkey without a care in the world. Tormund scowled, and while he ceased his complaints, he dismounted and kept shuffling, quite unable to…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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70.Shadow of War
12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Mr Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his temples, hard to dispel, and had wrung his mind dry. Just as he was drained, so was the Malfoy family. His own freedom—and that of his children and future grandchildren—was bargained away for a Wizengamot seat, the long-cherished Malfoy dream. That was no great…- 469.5 K • Ongoing
- The Young Queen The piece of ice flickered almost gold and red in the dying flames of the torches as it swung at her neck so quickly that Shireen's eyes struggled to follow. TING! The sword jerked away from her neck; the keening wail lingered in the air like a dirge as the ground between her and the Night King exploded in frost and stone. She felt the shrapnel bounce off her brigandine, and painful jolts ran through her feet and gloved hands, shielding her face. The Night King had retreated a…
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46.Falling Darkness, Waning Hope
2nd Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Baelor Hightower, Pyke Like everything else on these accursed Islands, the town of Lordsport was windswept, dreary, and grim. The surroundings were as joyless as the people who called this land home. The only green to be seen was the sickly sort that grew between cracks in the paving or festered upon damp walls. Even the houses were squat and dreary, built of harsh grey rock and mortar that looked as if it would crumble at the first touch. Baelor Hightower had seen…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
- 1st Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Arianne Martell, Winterfell Drey was healing—more like sleeping—in his quarters, and Arianne and her kin had huddled around the hearth. It wasn't that Winterfell's Guest House was poorly built, but that the cold was too fierce. The sprawling wooden building was far from the height of luxury, yet Arianne found it almost endearingly cosy, with thick wooden walls and carved drawings of beasts on every surface not covered by white plaster. She was never more glad…
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