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HighgardenGarlan Tyrell Bound by elaborate floral-patterned steelwork, the thick oaken gates of Highgarden were as beautiful as the rest of the high seat of the Reach. High-arched and tall, they were painted with an intricate golden rose that split between the middle as the gates were opened. Garlan greeted the guards and rode Audrey, his faithful dapple-grey mare, past the open entrance. The familiar briar labyrinth was the first to greet him, walled by pale crenellated curtain walls on both sides…- 671.1 K • Completed
- 1st of September, 1992, TuesdayHarry The first step in hunting venomous beasts is identifying their dwellings and behavioural patterns. An inexperienced hunter might do only that, thinking his preparations are complete and rushing headlong for the kill. Many of those perish even after slaying the beast, for they were bitten in their hubris and had failed to bring the appropriate antidote. Harry almost cringed; the words reminded him of his jaunt in the Chamber of Secrets, far too close for comfort.…
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- Year 129 After Aegon's ConquestJon Snow The dungeons of Dragonstone were far warmer than the ice cells of Castle Black. The air here was hot and humid, heavy with sulphur. There was no light here, aside from the single ray coming from a finger-sized hole in the ceiling made for breathing. Each cell was walled up with that impossibly smooth black rock for which Dragonstone was famous. Instead of a wall and a door, iron bars as thick as a man's wrist separated each cell from the hallway, giving each…
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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…- 401.2 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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- 2nd Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Baelor Hightower, Pyke Like everything else on these accursed Islands, the town of Lordsport was windswept, dreary, and grim. The surroundings were as joyless as the people who called this land home. The only green to be seen was the sickly sort that grew between cracks in the paving or festered upon damp walls. Even the houses were squat and dreary, built of harsh grey rock and mortar that looked as if it would crumble at the first touch. Baelor Hightower had seen…
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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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