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27th Day of the 6th MoonTyrion Lannister, Castle Black His boots crunched as they stepped over the crushed gravel atop the walkway. Tywin Lannister's youngest son was cold - the thick, fur-lined cloak and the layers of wool and leather couldn't truly fight off the vicious icy winds cutting at his face and pulling up his clothes like an insistent lover. The sun peaked between the turbulent clouds above, but its rays scarcely provided any warmth. Pissing off the top of the Wall had proven a…-
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9th Day of the 3rd Moon, 299 ACThe Lord Regent, King's Landing Last night had been a disaster, but Joffrey had lived. Everyone who wasn't deaf could hear his angry shrieks throughout the Red Keep. "I want them dead, all of them, DEAD!" They had been so close to defeat, so close, and at the hands of some angry gutter rats instead of Renly's blades or Mace Tyrell's schemes. Should Joffrey have perished last night, their cause would have been crushed. Without Tommen or Joffrey, Myrcella…
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7th of June 1992 Sunday Lucius Malfoy returned home feeling drained. It was just early morning, but wrangling with Albus Dumbledore on the back foot was never easy. His wife was awaiting him in the parlour, garbed in an elegant black velvet dress slashed with silver that brought out her ample chest. The table behind her had a hearty breakfast that made his mouth water. "How is it?" Narcissa asked, impassive, her eyes sliding over to his left sleeve. Lucius rubbed his robed forearm, where the…-
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The Pale Bastard The last few days were dull, but Jon did not drop his guard in the slightest. He even took off the weirwood beads for the first time. His heart skipped a beat, but no whisper came to haunt his thoughts. His mind felt lighter, and after a night of hesitation, he shoved them into his travel pack. The sense of danger in the air grew by the day, and he had his men and squires practice to stay sharp. They stood night watch in shifts of two each night, and Jon regretted not bringing Shadow on…-
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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…
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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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323.3 K • Ongoing
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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…
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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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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 moved faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of the…
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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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