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      12.Big Game Hunter12.Big Game Hunter

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Stark Returning without any fish, all solemn, had not evaded his household's attention. "Where are you going, m'lord?" Aethan asked, cautiously eyeing him as Jon regarded his collection of Velaryon armaments that had remained untouched since it was stored in one of the cellars next to the kitchen. "Usually, you fish until much later." "I do, but I was rudely interrupted. Now, I am going for a hunt," Jon said, picking one of the spears that had belonged to the…
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      11.Throwing Stars11.Throwing Stars

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestWinterfell A throne could not have two kings, just like a castle could not have two lords, Cregan Stark knew. Yet there were two claimants to the Iron Throne now, both with crowns placed atop their heads and dragons under their command, and thus the Seven Kingdoms were at war. The Starks knew better than to fight against dragons, for those who did would often get consumed by the flames. Harren the Black had perished in his stone stronghold, melted within walls meant to…
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      10.Interlude-Of Cheese and Games10.Interlude-Of Cheese and Games

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Stark Renting more pastures and even a chunk of the coast as his fishing spot was surprisingly cheap and easy. Things were going smoothly. Too smoothly. Even the draconic presence in his mind was subdued. From what little Jon could gather without prodding, Vermithor was content to spend most of his days slumbering, quite pleased after decimating Rhaenyra's herds of cattle. In moments such as these, it was very easy to forget how he had tangled himself up with the…
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      9.False Pretenses9.False Pretenses

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Stark Rhaenyra had decided to throw a feast to celebrate the 'resolution of that pesky misunderstanding'. Unfortunately, Jon couldn't decline the offer made before the whole court without insulting the Lady of Dragonstone. Alas, no matter how tempted he was to do it, his common sense prevailed in the end. And so, here he was in the Great Hall of Dragonstone, a terrible building in the shape of a dragon lying on its belly. Draconic motifs dominated the castle, down…
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      8.The Angler's Trial8.The Angler’s Trial

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow The dungeons of Dragonstone were far warmer than the ice cells of Castle Black. The air here was hot and humid, heavy with sulphur. There was no light here, aside from the single ray coming from a finger-sized hole in the ceiling made for breathing. Each cell was walled up with that impossibly smooth black rock for which Dragonstone was famous. Instead of a wall and a door, iron bars as thick as a man's wrist separated each cell from the hallway, giving each…
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      7.Of Pride and Pettiness7.Of Pride and Pettiness

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      by Gladiusx Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestThe Rogue Prince. This was not how he expected his day to go, truth be told. Normally, Daemon would rejoice to have a break from the dull tedium of Dragonstone, but seeing his daughters return to the castle frightened and shaken three hours after they had given Ser Alfred Broome the slip made his blood boil. Getting the crux of the story out of his sobbing fifteen-year-old twins turned surprisingly difficult, considering each word out of their mouths was more…
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      19.Damsels in Distress19.Damsels in Distress

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      by Gladiusx 22nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMelisandre of Asshai The last moon had opened her eyes. Winterfell was akin to Storm's End; she could feel the old, forgotten spells woven into the bedrock below. They blocked light, shadow, and darkness in equal measure. And the air sang when Jon was crowned, the tune echoing deep into the ground below. From smoke and salt, he was reborn, waking more than he had been before. Tempered by the cold grasp of death and reforged fires of the funeral pyre, the…
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      18.Dragons in the Dark18.Dragons in the Dark

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      by Gladiusx 15th Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACAegon Targaryen, Harrenhal The Kingslayer was no fool. He had drawn them beneath the black walls of Harrenhal, just far enough so the Lannister marksmen could rain arrows from the ramparts. The clash had been bloody, and then the Lannister host had retreated west, leaving behind a field of corpses and a fortress that refused to fall quickly. Two thousand Lannister men had died beneath the walls, yet Aegon had lost twice that. Taking the cursed fortress cost five…
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      17.Slaying Traitors and Breaking Curses17.Slaying Traitors and Breaking Curses

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      by Gladiusx 7th Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACJon Stark Maege and Jorelle Mormont left to take control of the Dreadfort and Moat Cailin two days ago, and Winterfell fell into a lull. Each new morning grew colder than the last, and this one, Jon was faced with a reminder of his own failure. Rickon's funeral was a sombre affair. All of Eddard Stark's immediate family was to be buried alongside him behind his statue. Like all Northern funerals, the ceremony was hosted at dawn to signify that one end can be a new…
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      14.Ascension14.Ascension

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      by Gladiusx 1st Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMaege Mormont Breaking the siege of Ironrath had been a bloody fight, even though they took the Whitehills by surprise. Having the woodland clans that knew the entire wolfswood was an advantage that Lord Whitehill couldn't match, but he still had the numbers and bled them hard. Now, Maege and Lord Galbart Glover rode fast to Jon Snow's host, leaving the foot behind. Seventy riders were all they could muster, and a third of those were mounted spearmen who had never…
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