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      76.A Most Dubious Honour76.A Most Dubious Honour

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      by Gladiusx Dumbledore Returns to International Affairs and Urges Caution  By Betty Braithwaite, 2nd of January 1995 The already retired arch-wizard and defeater of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald has officially returned to the ICW headquarters, meeting Supreme Mugwump Lucas Silvano behind closed doors. The meeting is said to have lasted a full six hours, but the contents of their talk remain a secret. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore has come forth, urging the wizards, witches, beings, and…
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      36. Bared Fangs36. Bared Fangs

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      by Gladiusx The captains of the gates all have developed the same distasteful habit of closing their eyes when a purse finds its way into their hands, regardless of the items smuggled into the city, whether openly or not. If the purse is heavy enough, they might even help instead. Even these old, seasoned knights like the Ser Banon Longwaters do the same, though the purse must be twice as hefty to close their eyes. Aside from that, not one of them seems to harbour any disloyalty towards the Iron Throne or the House of…
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      35.Tides of Darkness35.Tides of Darkness

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      by Gladiusx With the arrival of the royal fleet commanded by Lord Donnel Darry and Ser Roland Darklyn of the Kingsguard on Greenstone, the Band of the Nine and their four fleets found themselves pincered. Maelys Blackfyre was now facing the royal forces from the north, and the constant raids of the Iron Fleet led by Quellon Greyjoy, the Lord Reaper of Pyke, with Plankytown as their base.  For a moment, the war reached a stalemate. The Iron Throne had a smaller fleet, but a larger share of it was warships…
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      75.Twisted Justice75.Twisted Justice

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      by Gladiusx 28th of December, Wednesday (3 days later) The Old Headmaster Albus massaged his pulsing temples as Phineas’s rickety voice rang out through his office. “See that, you old thing? My niece bloody did it! And your descendants have faded into obscurity, the best of them selling cold-cream for a living.” “It’s ice cream, you senile fool,” Dexter Fortescue thundered from another portrait. “And my descendants are numerous, with a great-great-grandson presiding over the Wizengamot. The last…
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