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20th of October, TuesdayHarry It became increasingly difficult to swallow his frustration; not even his monotone training and studies provided any relief. Even the anticipation of becoming an animagus dwindled as no thunderstorm arrived, and he still had to religiously do the sunset and sundown chants until one appeared. The tedium had its way of sucking out the joy of things. Regardless, he was no closer to finding Riddle's diary than he was after the Malfoy summer gala. There were no clues besides…-
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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…-
277.7 K • Ongoing
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13th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The King in the North, somewhere around the Neck. Even when pooling his mind and magic with Winter, Jon could feel the connection with Ghost and Bloodfyre fray as he flew southward. The bond still held, but it was like an old cobweb, stretched so thin that his mind struggled to pass through. In another hundred miles, he would no longer even feel their presence. Riding a dragon for days was a different affair from doing a short jaunt around Winterfell's hills.…-
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18th Day of the 8th MoonJon Snow He awoke, fully rested. As usual, Val's bare form pleasantly clung to him under the thick furs. Being married… felt no different than before, but as time passed, Jon felt a sense of pressure on his shoulders, though that might have been because he had to lead over ten thousand men and women. Things were easy now, but Jon was all too well aware of how relentless and cruel the rising tide of darkness could be. At least his sleep had been good of late - or, as soon as…-
671.1 K • Completed
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2nd of October, Friday, 1992Juno They exchanged bows, and the duel began. Harry stood there, carefully inspecting her; his wand pointed to the ground on the other side of the classroom, less than ten meters separating them. There was a new harshness to him compared to last year. He was taller, and his wiry frame had begun to fill out, yet his mind was still like a motionless pool of water. Juno surpassed him in terms of pure magical power; she could feel it. But it didn't make beating him any less…
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The captains of the gates all have developed the same distasteful habit of closing their eyes when a purse finds its way into their hands, regardless of the items smuggled into the city, whether openly or not. If the purse is heavy enough, they might even help instead. Even these old, seasoned knights like the Ser Banon Longwaters do the same, though the purse must be twice as hefty to close their eyes. Aside from that, not one of them seems to harbour any disloyalty towards the Iron Throne or the House of…
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277.7 K • Ongoing
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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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12th of September, Saturday, 1992 (6 days later) Divination Teacher's office Harry Phoenixes are solitary creatures, and only a scant few seem to tolerate the company of select wizards. While extraordinary in many ways, their unnatural strength and unmatched affinity for fire are often overlooked or ignored in favour of their nearly miraculous tears. Phoenix tears are an extraordinary ingredient, more potent than the finest potions in their raw form. As with spells, they hold power because of…
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13th Day of the 8th MoonEddard Stark He couldn't help but feel disappointed at Robert's bored indifference. Where was his friend who would daringly leap head-first into every fray, voice booming and warhammer swinging? Truth be told, Ned had suspected the Night's Watch plea would fall on deaf ears within the council, but he harboured the tiniest smidgeon of hope that the king would leap at the chance of fighting. Alas, the Lord of Winterfell was met with profound disappointment instead. The lauded…
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17th Day of the 10th Moon, 303 AC Myrcella Baratheon Wary servants moved like scared rabbits, their feet uncertain, their eyes ever glancing upward, as though the very sky might crack open and rain fire upon them. The lords and ladies were little better, their grim faces joyless, and their earlier confidence shattered. A chill that had nothing to do with the cold had settled over Winterfell. Myrcella saw it plainly. It was not snow that drove folk away from the courtyards, nor the shortening…
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