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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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      39.Tickling the Dragon39.Tickling the Dragon

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      by Gladiusx 18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Light of the West, Casterly Rock "Lady Regent," came the reedy voice of a boy barely old enough to hold a sword, let alone summon her to anything of import. "The Small Council has convened. The Lord Hand asks if you mean to attend." Cersei turned her gaze upon him slowly, not hiding her distaste. It was a Lannister—or so they said. One of the lesser sorts. Tyland? Or was it Tylon? It hardly mattered. Another distant cousin from an endless line of distant…
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      Epilogue-The SunderingEpilogue-The Sundering

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      by Gladiusx The Hound, they called him. Not a knight, never a knight, despite bearing a white cloak once. A deserter, an oathbreaker, and a dangerous beast of a man who had sent too many to the Stranger before their time. When he washed near the Quiet Isle, I was tempted, oh so very tempted, to leave the rot in his wounds to spread and let the fever take its course. Or simply let him drift down the Bay of Crabs, where the bay's namesakes would feast on his flesh and return him to the Stranger's embrace. By all…
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      47.The Fire that Burns against the Cold47.The Fire that Burns against the Cold

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      by Gladiusx 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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      Epilogue-A Fruitful JourneyEpilogue-A Fruitful Journey

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      by Gladiusx When word spread through the North that the Good Queen's dear cousin, Edric Storm, was in need of swords and good men to wield them, many greybeards, second and third sons, both noble and common, flocked to his banner. In addition to the overly generous northern 'gift' of arms and armour, Edric Storm's forces quickly swelled. Within three moons, it was estimated that three thousand Northern warriors landed in Duskendale, swiftly joining Edric's men who had just defeated a small host. The war for the…
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      Epilogue-The Prince of WinterEpilogue-The Prince of Winter

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      by Gladiusx Into the swing of the war against the Reach, King Tommen Lannister and King Patrek Mallister slowly found themselves pushed back by the consolidated armies of the Reach. Even the Sundering barely gave pause to the war. With the Iron Islands under the control of Hightower, iron and trade goods from the North flowed freely into the Reach more than into the Riverlands and the Westerlands. If the war had happened two decades earlier, the results might have been different, but the War of the Five Kings and…
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      Epilogue-No Toy for ToddlersEpilogue-No Toy for Toddlers

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      by Gladiusx A year passed, and the Yronwood Rebellion showed no signs of abating. Arianne's consort, Ser Brandon Tallhart, proved a skilled warrior and an able leader of men, halting the aggressive Yronwood tactics more than once and even pushing them back at times. The fighting was bloody neither side managed to win a decisive victory. House Martell had planted its roots deep and would not be easily dislodged, even with Doran Martell's numerous missteps and shows of weakness. Yet, Gwyneth Yronwood's hand was…
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      Epilogue-The Builder's RiseEpilogue-The Builder’s Rise

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      by Gladiusx The Grand Northern Expansion was a precursor to a slow reform in governance by the King of Winter. The newly acquired lands were not doled out to noble Houses who had proven their merit, but were directly ruled by the crown in a new system of stewardship that saw the North and the Far North enjoy unprecedented levels of trade, peace, and prosperity. Governors and stewards were responsible for the new settlements and towns, positions appointed directly by the crown. Every three years, the North ran royal…
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      33.The Unwanted Envoy33.The Unwanted Envoy

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      by Gladiusx 22nd Day of the 9th Moon Sarella Sand, Sunspear Her eyes studied the painting on the wall. It depicted Nymeria, the Warrior Queen and her ancestor, clad in lobstered steel below her neck, with a bared face shining in resolve amidst a battle over a river crossing. It was a fine painting, painted by a master’s hand, with its colours so vivid it nearly looked real. Yet now, Sarella was irked by it. The canvas had done nothing wrong except to show the queen wearing too much steel. The…
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      40.The Third Slayer40.The Third Slayer

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      by Gladiusx 18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Jaime Lannister, The Golden Tooth The command room was as quiet as a funeral. Even the crackling hearth had gone silent at some point, and with it, warmth slowly gave way to chill. Yet Jaime was still here, huddled over the great oaken table, and his gaze was fixed on the map as if it would show him a way to victory. It didn't. He had heard a dozen suggestions, scores of ideas, each less feasible than the last. The defeat at Chesford had broken them. There, knights…
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