Chapters
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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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259 AC, King’s Landing The Weary King He was a man twice wed now, now to a younger, more beautiful wife than Betha, but it did not make him feel any better. Even though he knew the necessity of the act, guilt coiled in his belly like a cold, serpentine knot that left him feeling restless all over. Worse, he had found some joy in the young woman in his bed, and it felt like the greatest betrayal. When the door slid open, the red, slender figure marched into his solar, finding him pacing across…
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300.1 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden “Did you hear? Weeping Town has been sacked!” “Weeping Town? How’d that even get attacked? Isn’t that over in the Reach?” “It’s in the Stormlands, Marge, south of the Rainwood and facing the Sea of Dorne.” Branda perked up as she wolfed down the last of her venison pie, listening closer to the talk in the kitchens. Hearsay in the kitchen was faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of the guard…
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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…-
521.2 K • Ongoing
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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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300.1 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, The Trident The Wandering Bastard “Greetings. I am Jon Snow of the North.” He motioned towards Tormund, who obediently remained silent. “And this is my squire.” It was not a lie, but it was far from the whole truth. But the truth would do him no good and beggar belief. Jon had contemplated offering up a lie, building up some ambiguous background of a noble scion from a decaying but prestigious house, but had quickly thought the better of it. After all, he had already introduced…
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Late 259 AC, The Red Keep The Unlikely King “Why are you all so silent now?” he demanded as all of his councillors shrank into their chairs. Three days had passed since word of the terrible defeat at Greenstone had reached the city. And just this morning, a raven had arrived from Estermont, bringing dark words. A traitor had opened the postern gate, allowing the Essosi into the castle, and the fall of Greenstone was a matter of time. Perhaps it had already fallen by the time Aegon laid…
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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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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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