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1st Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Arianne Martell, Winterfell Drey was healing—more like sleeping—in his quarters, and Arianne and her kin had huddled around the hearth. It wasn't that Winterfell's Guest House was poorly built, but that the cold was too fierce. The sprawling wooden building was far from the height of luxury, yet Arianne found it almost endearingly cosy, with thick wooden walls and carved drawings of beasts on every surface not covered by white plaster. She was never more glad…-
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23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Tommen, Casterly Rock His new betrothed, Floris Rowan, was kind, quiet, and pretty, but he missed Margaery. Mother tried to hide it, but Tommen could see she disliked his new bride-to-be. But his mother rarely liked anyone. Tommen felt sad. His thoughts settled on his companions. Ser Pounce, Lady Whispers, and Ser Boot—all abandoned in the Red Keep when they fled, much to his dismay. "Having small, soft, mewling things as pets is unkingly," his mother had…
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When word spread through the North that the Good Queen's dear cousin, Edric Storm, was in need of swords and good men to wield them, many greybeards, second and third sons, both noble and common, flocked to his banner. In addition to the overly generous northern 'gift' of arms and armour, Edric Storm's forces quickly swelled. Within three moons, it was estimated that three thousand Northern warriors landed in Duskendale, swiftly joining Edric's men who had just defeated a small host. The war for the…
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29th of November 1994, Tuesday (2 days later) ??? The Dark Lord The plan to meet with the Italian Minister and control him in person had fallen through. Dumbledore had moved swiftly, notifying the ICW and even managing to make the slothful behemoth act quickly—Ettore Velenza was now guarded by twenty elite hit wizards from Africa, Australia, and the Far East around the clock. They were no better or worse than other veteran hit wizards where fighting and guarding were concerned, but each one…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Unlikely King The Crownlands and the royal banners were quick to muster; they always were. Most of the strength had gathered outside King’s Landing, a force of eight thousand strong camping on the outskirts of the city. Over a third of those swords were sworn to the Iron Throne directly. The Narrow Sea Houses were not here, gathered instead at Dragonstone under the command of Lord Valarr Valeryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…-
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23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kingslayer The arrow didn't whistle as ordinary arrows would. In fact, Jaime could barely see a blur that tore through the air with a cracking sound heading his way. Yet even with his fast reflexes, he tensed his body but knew he couldn't avoid it in time. THUNK! A gust of wind slammed into Jaime as his ears kept ringing, and his knees almost gave out. It took all of his strength not to collapse on the ramparts, and by some miracle, his shaking legs did not…
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Disclaimer: I don't own HP, GOT, or ASOIAF. Would have finished the last two properly if I had.Edited by Bub3loka 14th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kraken's Daughter, Nagga's Hill Asha shifted her weight, and pain flared like fire up her right ankle. Her left leg had gone numb from standing too long, but the other was worse, smashed during the storm that sank most of her fleet and broke her pride in half. She clenched her jaw to tide her through the pain and leaned on her cane, breathing…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard Silver-gold hair that shone like molten silver in the torchlight, eyes of Valyrian purple, and a pale, delicate face that was ethereal, beautiful like no other. He had seen this eerie, almost inhuman charm only in the Others, and even their features slanted towards cold and sinister instead of beautiful. She did not announce her name, but she did not need to. The kingsguard addressed her with respect that even a lady of a great house would not…
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A common enemy is an interesting thing. I never thought I would witness such a historical moment, but few would ever know of it. After the Doom (and even before that), it would’ve been unthinkable for the magisters of Lys and Myr, the bearded priests of Norvos, the viziers of Qohor, or the masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king must be stopped. Aside from Old Blood of Volantis and the Forty of Pentos, the full legacy of the Freehold…
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22nd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC Daenerys Targaryen, Outside Golden Tooth War was a dull affair. Not only was it dull, but it was slow, dragging through the mud like an old swine. The decision to take the war to the Westerlands had been made moons ago. Moons that it took the army to march through rain-soaked roads, ferry supplies, and carefully scout ahead. Pesky problems like arranging patrols, foraging, counting grain, and even organising the marching columns never seemed to end. A grand total…
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