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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, and even old man Aemon looked like a single gust of wind would topple him after surviving a century. At…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
- 4th of May 1994, Friday Dumbledore Igor Karkaroff paced across the room, his footsteps as feverish as they were nervous. Just like almost everything else in Durmstrang, the headmaster’s office was dark and gloomy, even without counting the vast collection of cursed books lining the shelves. The windows were stilted, lacking in sunlight; a dark grey carpet sagged across the floor, and the furniture was either cast or coloured in various degrees of dark, joyless hues. “He’s about to…
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- 259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Daeron had fallen unconscious after they had fished him out of the deep well, the man too thin and sickly from his quite lengthy stay in the well. Tormund had proposed leaving him by the road and moving on, but Jon felt that since they had taken him out, they ought to at least make sure he wouldn’t die right away. And the man was thin enough to count all of his ribs, and if he were left here, he’d probably be too weak to get up and die…
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- 130 ACThe Riverlands If you asked Cregan Stark, he would say that the Riverlands were pleasantly warm, and even the sleet felt soft, especially the further south they went. They were approaching the Little Trident—the lesser three-pronged river that started from the western slopes of the Mountain of the Moon and merged into the Green Fork. Lord Stark looked at what seemed to be the smallest dragon he had ever seen, blocking the path of his host. This didn't mean much, considering this was the…
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- Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Stark Returning without any fish, all solemn, had not evaded his household's attention. "Where are you going, m'lord?" Aethan asked, cautiously eyeing him as Jon regarded his collection of Velaryon armaments that had remained untouched since it was stored in one of the cellars next to the kitchen. "Usually, you fish until much later." "I do, but I was rudely interrupted. Now, I am going for a hunt," Jon said, picking one of the spears that had belonged to the…
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- 1st of November 1993, Monday (1 day later) Galloway Forest ??? A hooded figure drifted through the morning mist like a wraith, gliding into what looked like a large encampment, entirely unbothered by her surroundings. It was a woman—the heavy black cloak failed to hide the shapely figure underneath completely. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, the aquiline nose poking out of the hood wrinkling with disdain as she looked around. Over seventy camping tents and pavilions were strewn…
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- 9th of October 1993, Saturday (3 days later) Harry Potter Stern-faced, dressed in a heavy yellow-and-black robe, the deputy headmistress had an imposing appearance that could intimidate many students by her presence alone. A younger version of Professor McGonagall, and far more dangerous. He suspected there would be trouble when Amelia Bones slipped into the meeting with a guilty-looking Susan, but the proposal still surprised them. Even Nyx shifted underneath his skin, waking him from his…
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- 6th of September 1994, Tuesday (3 days later) Harry Potter Power throbbed as the air itself was alight by spellfire. Curled in his fingers, his wand sang with joy. Dozens of jagged shards of ice rushed his way. He could feel the chill coalescing into the frost, melding seamlessly into the magic. Harry was undaunted. Back ramrod straight, he stabbed his wand like a sword, shattering them midway. He ducked under a purple curse, caught a Finger-Twisting Jinx with the tip of his wand and flung it…
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- 1st Day of the 6th Moon, 299 ACVal, Warg Hill Dalla's hoarse screams finally halted, replaced by a sharp, familiar wail. Val had become an aunt. Most of the chieftains had gathered around Duncan's cottage–including the man himself. Red Jayne and Willow were with her, their shaggy forms sitting on each of her sides like guardians. After Calla had been born, all the direwolves had abandoned Val in favour of her daughter. It was one of the reasons she was willing to let her little one out of…
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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…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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