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      43.A Fiery End43.A Fiery End

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      by Gladiusx 23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Tyrion Lannister "COME OUT!" The roar was like a thunderclap, rolling through the air and striking his head like a hammerblow. His ears were ringing, and his head buzzed with pain. By the time Tyrion managed to fight off the dizziness, a big chunk of the camp was converging towards the dragon, in a nigh unstoppable tide of steel, and the eunuch had already left him without a single care in the world. He scowled inwardly and waddled towards the hill through the…
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      Epilogue-Of Sorrow and JoyEpilogue-Of Sorrow and Joy

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      by Gladiusx 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…
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      36.White Winds36.White Winds

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      by Gladiusx 13th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The King in the North, somewhere around the Neck. Even when pooling his mind and magic with Winter, Jon could feel the connection with Ghost and Bloodfyre fray as he flew southward. The bond still held, but it was like an old cobweb, stretched so thin that his mind struggled to pass through. In another hundred miles, he would no longer even feel their presence. Riding a dragon for days was a different affair from doing a short jaunt around Winterfell's hills.…
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      44.Trophies of Fire, Trophies of Blood44.Trophies of Fire, Trophies of Blood

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      by Gladiusx 23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kingslayer The arrow didn't whistle as ordinary arrows would. In fact, Jaime could barely see a blur that tore through the air with a cracking sound heading his way. Yet even with his fast reflexes, he tensed his body but knew he couldn't avoid it in time. THUNK! A gust of wind slammed into Jaime as his ears kept ringing, and his knees almost gave out. It took all of his strength not to collapse on the ramparts, and by some miracle, his shaking legs did not…
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      Epilogue-the Queen of Love and BeautyEpilogue-the Queen of Love and Beauty

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      by Gladiusx While Wyman Manderly was said to be the King's right hand, the Queen would be his left. It was as rare as it was unexpected for a monarch to entrust his wife with any of the duties of ruling, let alone the fierce warrior known as the Demon of Winterfell. Yet despite the naysayers, this daring move paid off. Shireen Stark was just and fair like her father before. But unlike Stannis, she made many a friend and was beloved by smallfolk and nobles of the…
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      Epilogue-Of Guilt and FamilyEpilogue-Of Guilt and Family

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      by Gladiusx Dozens of battles and countless skirmishes, big and small, were fought between the Lord of Highgarden and the Westerlands-Riverlands alliance. None were decisive, but casualties began to pile up as the year progressed. The lands of House Crane and Rowan were quickly drained and put to the torch many a time, with the smallfolk killed, scattered or dispossessed. Warbands from both sides continued their incursions deeper, setting the Northmarch and the southern Riverlands and Westerlands ablaze. Lord…
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      45.Breath of Frost, Hammer of Gold45.Breath of Frost, Hammer of Gold

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      by Gladiusx 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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      37.Salt and Steel37.Salt and Steel

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      by Gladiusx Disclaimer: I don't own HP, GOT, or ASOIAF. Would have finished the last two properly if I had.Edited by Bub3loka 14th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kraken's Daughter, Nagga's Hill Asha shifted her weight, and pain flared like fire up her right ankle. Her left leg had gone numb from standing too long, but the other was worse, smashed during the storm that sank most of her fleet and broke her pride in half. She clenched her jaw to tide her through the pain and leaned on her cane, breathing…
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      46.Falling Darkness, Waning Hope46.Falling Darkness, Waning Hope

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      by Gladiusx 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…
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      Epilogue-From the AshesEpilogue-From the Ashes

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      by Gladiusx By 309 AC, nobody had seen the corsairs of the Basilisk Isles for nearly five years. None of the ships sent to investigate had returned either, and rumours from the East claimed the waterways of Asshai had become impassable… -Unnamed Lyseni Chronicler Late 308 AC, Winterfell Jon Stark Stormclouds blotted out the sky, and just as he predicted, it soon came. The distant clap of thunder echoed from the open shutter, and Jon Stark felt his body and magic tingle. It was time. With a…
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