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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…-
300.1 K • Ongoing
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow The dungeons of Dragonstone were far warmer than the ice cells of Castle Black, but it was merely a different sort of ordeal. The air here was hot and humid, heavy with sulphur. There was no light here, aside from a single ray coming through a finger-sized hole in the ceiling. 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…-
191.3 K • Completed
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259 AC The Crownlands The Pale Knight Jon had always known the reign of the Unlikely was far from smooth, but witnessing the trouble and woe of the land with his own eyes was far different from reading lifeless words inked down on a page. Even the North in his day was never completely worry-free with its vast territory, the wildling raids, and the danger of Ironmen threatening the western shores and pirates plaguing the eastern shores, but the situation left him feeling aghast. The…
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300.1 K • Ongoing
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?, ElsewhereFissures covered the rune-covered stone. A little more, only a little more, it would shatter, leaving a final shackle behind. The raven's death had loosened her fetters further, and there was no longer a powerful green one hiding in the roots and trying to strengthen the shackles and block her sons. She could almost taste the freedom and the revenge.Yet once more, the air rippled, change felt even through Brandon's Wall.Someone… someone was wielding fire and blood, and she could feel it even…-
449.7 K • Ongoing
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25th of January, 1992, Saturday In a small clearing amidst Bradley's Woods, crimson runes glowed eerily in the darkness from a queer assortment of mossy stones. In the centre stood a man crowned with silver, his skin fissured like a cracked vase. He was surrounded by three young children arranged on the ground in a triangular position, their heads facing him. Their fearful gazes moved erratically, yet their limbs and tongues refused to budge even an inch despite the lack of visible…-
521.2 K • Ongoing
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1st of September 1993, Wednesday (Same Day)Harry Potter "I-I can't breathe," Diana wheezed out, and Harry realised his magic had been flaring. "Sorry," he offered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, reining in his magic. Sirius had warned him that his presence had become dangerous, but Harry had thought his godfather had been joking because what did that even mean? Taking a better look, it seemed Draco wasn't making trouble for the Muggle-born girl, but merely speaking to her. Amiably. Harry…
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521.2 K • Ongoing
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20th of June 1994, Monday (24 days later) Harry Potter The garden in Potter Home was transformed into an odd union of a Muggle running track and a playground. He tickled Estelle with the crimson feather, and she giggled louder, happily waving her chubby arms at him. Chuckling, he skilfully waved the prize just out of her reach, but eventually allowed his goddaughter’s fingers to pluck the feather from his grasp. Without hesitation, she put it in her mouth and started…
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521.2 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess Dim light slipped through the curtains, the sort that comes when it's still day outside but the sky is cloudy. The waking world was not much better than the Dream. Her limbs had thinned and were now heavy and slow to obey, though her mind was surprisingly clear. Something had also changed in the air, but it was too subtle for Rhaella to pinpoint. Moments after she stirred awake, Pycelle swept into the room, fussing over her and muttering…
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300.1 K • Ongoing
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Stark Purchasing pasture rights and even a chunk of the rocky coast as his fishing spot was surprisingly cheap and easy. Things were going smoothly. Too smoothly. Even the draconic presence in his mind was subdued. From what little Jon could gather without prodding, Vermithor was content to spend most of his days slumbering, quite pleased after decimating Rhaenyra’s herds of cattle. In moments such as these, it was very easy to forget how he had tangled…
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191.3 K • Completed
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24th Day of the 8th MoonArya Stark, Winterfell Ser Roderick was incredibly strict, and so was Lyra. Neither even entertained the notion of allowing her training with a sword - even a small, arming one. Thus, Arya was stuck to her original plan - she had to master the bow and dagger to begin even pushing the idea. The dagger was not flashy or exciting enough, but the bow… The idea of taking down many foes from afar was just oddly appealing. A true master marksman had to be able to wield a bow…-
671.1 K • Completed
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