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Jon Snow He looked at the piece of metal in his hand with a grimace. It looked like a sword, but that was about it. The blade was slightly twisted, the edge uneven, and he had a feeling that it would most probably break after a dozen hard blows. At least he stopped getting cracks after quenching his work, if it could even be called that. It was not even an issue of craftsmanship but magic. Weaving magic into things often had unpredictable results. Iron and steel were particularly inert to magic,…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
- 4th Day of the 3d Moon, 303 ACThe Young Dragon Aegon had decided to lead the assault on Storm's End himself, despite Griff's protests. He had remained in the camps during the storming of Gryffin's Roost, and the young king knew he had to prove himself in battle sooner or later. Their plan was relatively simple, but it could have gone very wrong very fast. The fact remained that they needed Storm's End to have a solid grasp over the Stormlands. And if they failed to take it, their whole campaign would…
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- ElsewhereShe stirred.Time felt meaningless here, yet she tried to keep track. Long ago, but not too long ago, the Doom had loosened her shackles, allowing her to break free from her prison even faster. Even Brandon's Wall couldn't block the terrible ripples that rumbled from the Lands of Always Summer.Even now, even here, it still echoed and pulsed angrily.And for the first time since then, something else had happened. Far weaker and closer than the Doom, yet it represented change. The Wall blocked it…
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130 ACRhaena Targaryen Visenya's crown was a small, delicate circle of gold, otherwise plain and unadorned. The crown of the most notorious queen in the realm—until Rhaenyra, at least. Visenya was whispered to be a dangerous sorceress at best and a kinslayer for killing her nephew at worst. Her support for Maegor was not something Jaehaerys the Conciliator had forgotten, nor was it something he had forgiven. Thus, Visenya was a dangerous name. The eldest sister and wife to the Conqueror himself,…- 185.8 K • Completed
- 130 ACThe Dragonslayer Jon crawled onto the rocky shore, gasping for breath and shivering. The earlier tension had drained out of his body, leaving weakness behind. His limbs felt heavy, and his joints groaned painfully with each movement. His innards felt like someone had stirred them with a ladle, and the skin on his hands and chest was burned by Vhagar's searing blood earlier and still stung. It was not a terrible burn, but Jon knew it would leave a mark—yet another trophy of survival upon his…
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- 130 ACCasterly Rock News of King's Landing's fall and the battle in the Riverlands had seen the Greens gather in Casterly Rock for a new council. It was an odd royal council, filled with young faces—no lord or knight here was older than thirty. Their fathers had all died in the fighting, whether against Riverlanders, Ironborn, or Northmen. "Useless fools!" Aemond roared, flinging a goblet of wine at the wall. He looked at the spindly old maester and barely resisted the urge to strangle him on the…
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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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- The Ironborn had run rampant along the Western shores for over a year. Fair Castle had fallen, Lannisport had been sacked, the Westerlands' fleet lay at the bottom of the Sunseat Sea, and even Kayce and Feastfires barely weathered the Ironmen's swift raids.While the Hightower and Redwyne Fleets were mustering their might to repel the Ironmen and free Fair Isle, Prince Aemond had decided to address the root of the issue, thinking all other enemies cowed and bested. He rested at Banefort for one night before…
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- 130 ACBaela Targaryen The Chamber of the Painted Table saw a war council again, and now it was no longer as empty as a sept when the whores offered bargain nights. This time, even Baela was invited. The killing of the Usurper had won her the favour of many. Some hailed her as a kingslayer, though others whispered behind her back. "Kinslayer," they would murmur, but never to her face. Accursed was the kinslayer. Baela did not feel any different, though. Jon had said Aegon had perished…
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- Middle of 130 ACJon Stark Riding a dragon was nothing like riding a horse. He could feel the Bronze Fury's smugness as his draconic wings parted the clouds with their strokes, as if to say, 'I knew you could not avoid me forever.' And now, Jon was flying. Not dwelling in the mind of a bird, but soaring in the skies on dragonback. Vermithor's wings were drumming rhythmically, each mighty beat overcoming the swift winds, allowing Jon to travel at a speed he never thought possible. Jon had flown in…
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