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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…- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 4th Day of the 3rd Moon, 299 ACMelisandre of Asshai, Warg Hill She looked at the bright comet streaking betwixt the stars. Once, she would have thought it a sign from the Lord of the Light. Yet there were still no visions in the flames. Not that Melisandre needed them anymore. Now, her eyes were open, and she could see. She could see so much that it felt as if she had been blind before. Subtle colours wiggled into ribbons and danced around or clung to men and beasts like cloaks…
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- 20th Day of the 12th Moon, 299 AC (13 Days Later)The Onion Knight, King's Landing There was a risk to every endeavour. Every man who had lived on the edge of the law knew this–Davos more so than most. Smuggling was, in essence, the art of measuring and taking risks. Big risk oft was fortuitous upon success but rarely bereft of consequence. He would know. A knighthood and rising from the muck of Fleabottom–in exchange for a ship full of salt and onions and the fingertips on his left hand. The risk…
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- Eddard Stark He looked at Robb. His son was stocky and strong, with an easy smile and laughing blue eyes. Still a boy, despite already being six and ten and reaching Ned's height. Behind him, Grey Wind was trailing curiously. The direwolf and the boy were inseparable almost everywhere outside the training yard. By Robb's side stood Theon Greyjoy, another source of unease. As always, Balon Greyjoy's son proudly wore the black velvet doublet embroidered with the golden kraken of his House, and his face…
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- 12th of October, Saturday Albus Dumbledore was old; he knew that. But nothing made the weight of the years fall atop his shoulders like trouble. Young children often had a penchant for mischief and could be cruel, so very cruel, more than adults. The wounds of his pupil's war still festered so many years after and made him feel helpless. Another notch on his ever-lengthening string of follies and failures. 'They are nought but bugs under your feet! Crush them all!' The whisper was…
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- 22nd December 1992 (same day)Albus Dumbledore Twice slain, thrice risen, the herald of death shall once again face destiny. It didn't make sense. Twice slain implied the herald of death would be… well, dead. But then again, prophecies rarely made any sense. His meditation sessions had become significantly more effective in suppressing the Death Stick's influence after All Hallows' Eve. Whatever had happened that day had brought a significant change in the Hallow, and the bloodthirsty artefact…
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- 130 ACBaela Targaryen The Chamber of the Painted Table saw a war council again, and now it was no longer as empty as a sept when the whores offered bargain nights. This time, even Baela was invited. The killing of the Usurper had won her the favour of many. Some hailed her as a kingslayer, though others whispered behind her back. "Kinslayer," they would murmur, but never to her face. Accursed was the kinslayer. Baela did not feel any different, though. Jon had said Aegon had perished…
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- 4th Day of the 9th MoonEddard Stark Doing half an hour of meditation just before daybreak for nearly a moon had started showing surprising results. Ned felt his mind become clearer every following day as if a thin fog he had never noticed existed was gone. Even his patience and focus had improved, and he felt calmer despite the turbulent situation in King's Landing. Mastering his ability to warg proved far harder, however. There was this vague thing in the back of his mind, an odd feeling at the…
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- 8th Day of the 6th Moon, 299 ACThe Captain-General, Volantis Sieges were a messy affair. For the defenders, it was a test of resolve, a trial of will, and a game of waiting and numbers, as uncertainty hung upon their heads like a headsman's axe. The fate of those behind the walls should a city fall was tragic at best. Yet the attackers were not spared the risk either–laying siege broke armies and shattered causes. Ser Barristan had never had to defend a siege before but could imagine the woes…
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- 258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Betrayed Lord Commander No wonder everything was different. Jon had half a mind to believe that he had indeed awakened in the year 258 after Aegon’s Conquest—Bloodraven looked like a spry old man despite entering his ninth decade, not a corpse or a shrivelled old relic of nearly a hundred and thirty years. Even the luckiest men could scarcely live over a hundred years, and even old man Aemon looked like a single gust of wind would topple him at a hundred and two. At…
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