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      3. Addled Wits and Weary Minds3. Addled Wits and Weary Minds

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      by Gladiusx Ned Stark After three gloomy days of grief and mourning, the news that Jon was waking was like a ray of sunlight tearing through the stormy sky. When he lost his father and brother, he had to deal with that loss alone, and even then, there was not much time for grief, as he had to fight for his life and his vengeance. Now, there was no war to fight to distract him, and his family was far bigger. The last three days had been dark and gloomy, and everything felt... empty after Bran's funeral. Catelyn…
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      29.Winds of Change29.Winds of Change

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      by Gladiusx 12th Day of the 7th MoonMelisandre of Asshai Her dreams were short, yet cursed like always - respite and agony intertwined. Before, Melisandre felt rested after an hour of sleep, yet… now, it was steadily growing. Two moons ago, her evening rest had already increased to two hours, and now, to her horror, it was steadily approaching three. And Melisandre of Asshai loathed sleeping and the dreams that came with it even more. 'Melony,' It was a woman's cry, followed by a man's voice, 'Lot…
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      29.The End of Summer29.The End of Summer

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      by Gladiusx 259 AC, King’s Landing The Unlikely King  The Crownlands and the royal banners were quick to muster; they always were. Most of the strength had gathered outside King’s Landing, a force of eight thousand strong camping on the outskirts of the city. Over a third of those swords were sworn to the Iron Throne directly. The Narrow Sea Houses were not here, gathered instead at Dragonstone under the command of Lord Valarr Valeryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…
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      29.Schemers, Cravens, and Fools29.Schemers, Cravens, and Fools

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      by Gladiusx 3rd Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Samwell Tarly It was nearly three hundred miles from Oldtown to Horn Hill by road, a hard stretch even in fair weather. The already long journey was lengthened further by rainy days and mud-soaked roads. His palfrey had broken its leg in the mud, and Sam had to ride the spare donkey, a slow and stubborn beast that liked to bite and kick. The crippled horse was discarded, sold for meat to the nearest inn for a few silver stags. They had left the road on the sixth…
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      29.A Little Monster29.A Little Monster

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      by Gladiusx 20th of June 1992,Nurmengard, Cassiopeia When one mentions prison, one would imagine a cold, dreary place where no sun shined, preferably deep underground. Choking stench of mould and stale air, patrolling guards, sentries, checks, iron shackles and steel bars, traps, and a myriad of security measures to prevent anyone from escaping or getting inside to free the inmates. Torture chambers would be included, of course, because criminals had to be either… plied for some information or made to repent for…
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      28.The Witch's Hounds28.The Witch’s Hounds

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      by Gladiusx 259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess  Even a day later, the merchant who had tipped off Ser Denys had yet to be found. Rhaella suspected that such would never come to pass, and even if by some stroke of fortune the king’s men arrested him, he would not know a thing himself. That did not particularly surprise her. Perhaps the master of laws and the master of whispers were working fervently on the matter and had found more, but those things would not reach her ears.  On the…
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      28.Smoke and Mirrors28.Smoke and Mirrors

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      by Gladiusx 8th Day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark Torrhen was heaving like a horse after a race, misty puffs escaping his mouth one after another. Two mornings had passed since his squire had begun running in full armour. While tired to the bone, not a word of complaint left his lips. Jon estimated it was one part pride and four parts pure stubbornness. Pride or not, persistence was respectable, if not always for the right reasons. Still, if stubbornness could be aimed properly, it became a boon, not a…
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      28.Of Plans and Resolve28.Of Plans and Resolve

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      by Gladiusx 27th Day of the 6th MoonTyrion Lannister, Castle Black His boots crunched as they stepped over the crushed gravel atop the walkway. Tywin Lannister's youngest son was cold - the thick, fur-lined cloak and the layers of wool and leather couldn't truly fight off the vicious icy winds cutting at his face and pulling up his clothes like an insistent lover. The sun peaked between the turbulent clouds above, but its rays scarcely provided any warmth. Pissing off the top of the Wall had proven a…
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      28.Looming Turmoil28.Looming Turmoil

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      by Gladiusx 14th of June, 1992, SundayJuno Being prepared for years to do something was a far cry from actually doing the thing. Being the head of House Black was exhausting in a way that studying or practising magic couldn't compare. Her future now rested on her shoulders; the legacy of House Black was what she made it, and there was nobody else to take responsibility. Each of her actions and decisions were no longer restricted but felt infinitely more complicated. Each success would be her doing, and…
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      27.The Grand Northern Council27.The Grand Northern Council

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      by Gladiusx 5th day of the 8th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark A dark-bronze wing lashed out, and Doren backed away quickly but not quickly enough to avoid being showered in snow. When the saddlemaker approached again, measuring tape in hand, Stormstrider growled at Jon. The king smacked his scaly snout with enough strength to snap the jaw shut. "Bare your fangs at me again, and I'll knock them down your gullet," Jon warned, voice glacial. The purple drake huffed at him all the same, chest swelling like a scaly…
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