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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…-
449.7 K • Ongoing
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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, commanded by Lord Valarr Velaryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…-
323.3 K • Ongoing
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1st of September 1994, Thursday (71 days later) Ronald Weasley Platform Nine and Three Quarters was as lively as ever. The air hung heavy with steam and the voices of a hundred conversations, the hoots of owls and the yowls and hisses of cats. For once, they hadn’t arrived at the last moment—a glance at the clock told him they had seven minutes before departure instead of the usual four. Their dad was busy with yet another urgent call-up from the ministry—something about breaking the…-
530.5 K • Ongoing
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Warning: Semi-graphic scene. 258 AC The Young Prince To his great dismay, daybreak saw Aerys blearily drag his legs to the training yard instead of remaining abed. As a prince of the blood, he had always enjoyed a leisurely morning, waking up whenever he felt rested enough and turning to training later in the day. But here he was, not of his own choosing for once—not today, nor the previous three mornings. Thwack! The sword was like a viper, lunging at his joints with frightening…
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323.3 K • Ongoing
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20th of October, TuesdayHarry It became increasingly difficult to swallow his frustration; not even his monotone training and studies provided any relief. Even the anticipation of becoming an animagus dwindled as no thunderstorm arrived, and he still had to religiously do the sunset and sundown chants until one appeared. The tedium had its way of sucking out the joy of things. Regardless, he was no closer to finding Riddle's diary than he was after the Malfoy summer gala. There were no clues besides…
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530.5 K • Ongoing
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26th of December 1992, SaturdayRon Weasley "He should never have gone without a wand, Molly!" Seeing his father lose his composure was unnerving; he had been worried sick when he picked him up from the Ministry after Damien's father called him. Once he was sure Ron was unharmed, his father simply hugged him and brought him home. For a moment, Ron thought that was the end of it, but that calm was but a storm brewing in his heart once they were home. For once, it was not directed at him. Hearing…
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530.5 K • Ongoing
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130 AC The Dragonslayer Jon crawled onto the rocky shore, gasping for breath and shivering. The earlier tension had drained out of his body, leaving weakness behind. His limbs felt heavy, and his joints groaned painfully with each movement. His innards felt like someone had stirred them with a ladle, and the skin on his hands and chest was burned by Vhagar’s searing blood earlier and still stung. It was not a terrible burn, but Jon knew it would leave a mark—yet another trophy of survival upon…-
191.3 K • Completed
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259 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess “Are you certain you wish to do this?” Whitedream’s face was twisted into a heavy frown. “There are easier ways, my young apprentice.” “Leaving the Red Keep is not an option,” she said. “Not for me, and not now.” The quiet stretched as Rhaella studied her mentor’s still face. It gave away nothing, as Whitedream had the uncanny skill just to sit still without moving a muscle for hours, but his eyes betrayed him. They had darkened…
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323.3 K • Ongoing
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7th of February, Tuesday 1995 (9 days later) The Fallen Unspeakable Barty emerged from the Dark Lord’s room, chin lifted high. He had all the reason for his pride—not only was he the Dark Lord’s most trusted, but he was now the strongest amongst the Death Eaters, surpassing a limit without resorting to shortcuts. His strength had grown even further after Dumbledore’s death, and he had even replaced his wand with another older one, lucky enough to stumble on a far better fit than what…
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530.5 K • Ongoing
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Middle of 130 AC Jon Stark An arrow whistled over his shoulder, sinking into the aventail of the Farring knight as if it were made of straw. Sadly, Jon had no time to admire the frightening power of a dragonbone bow, as he was already charging into the enemy. One last leap through the snow saw Jon before Ser Marston Waters. Skyfall was already cleaving at the man’s neck, but he confidently raised his shield. The knight was good, the round shield boss met the blade at a tricky angle,…
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191.3 K • Completed
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