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    • Epilogue-No Toy for ToddlersEpilogue-No Toy for Toddlers

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      by Gladiusx A year passed, and the Yronwood Rebellion showed no signs of abating. Arianne's consort, Ser Brandon Tallhart, proved a skilled warrior and an able leader of men, halting the aggressive Yronwood tactics more than once and even pushing them back at times. The fighting was bloody neither side managed to win a decisive victory. House Martell had planted its roots deep and would not be easily dislodged, even with Doran Martell's numerous missteps and shows of weakness. Yet, Gwyneth Yronwood's hand was…
    • Epilogue-From the AshesEpilogue-From the Ashes

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      by Gladiusx By 309 AC, nobody had seen the corsairs of the Basilisk Isles for nearly five years. None of the ships sent to investigate had returned either, and rumours from the East claimed the waterways of Asshai had become impassable… -Unnamed Lyseni Chronicler Late 308 AC, Winterfell Jon Stark Stormclouds blotted out the sky, and just as he predicted, it soon came. The distant clap of thunder echoed from the open shutter, and Jon Stark felt his body and magic tingle. It was time. With a…
    • Epilogue-An End and a BeginningEpilogue-An End and a Beginning

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      by Gladiusx The start of 321 ACThe Lady of Winterfell When fluttering golden banners bearing the proud crowned stag of Baratheon were spotted down the Kingsroad, Myrcella knew it was time. Unlike her father and mother, Tommen and Shireen didn't waste time with such luxuries as wheelhouses. "Will we see Uncle Rickon again?" Joanna asked innocently, tugging at the hem of her father's cloak. "He's down in the Disputed Lands now and won't be returning for some time," her husband said, ruffling her hair as they…
    • Epilogue-A Tale of Snow and StormEpilogue-A Tale of Snow and Storm

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      by Gladiusx After the Red Spring ended and uneasy peace returned, the powers dominating Essos and Westeros had shifted. With Braavos and Pentos reduced to a shadow of their former self, and Volantis busy contending against the rising expansion of New Ghis in Slavers' Bay and beyond, only four forces contend for control of the Stepstones. The Myrish, who had devoured Tyrosh and a good chunk of the Disputed Lands. Lys, who struggled to deal with the encroaching Myrish advance on its own, the Stormlands under Edric…
    • Epilogue-A Gruesome WarningEpilogue-A Gruesome Warning

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      by Gladiusx To explain the Cursed Crossing, we must first look at its history. The Tale of House Frey and the Weasel Lord is well-known across the world. The Freys have a short history, marked by a rapid rise to power and excessive ambition that led to tragedy. The Twins, also known as the Crossing, were once a formidable fortress because of their unique position, and taking them by force would require a siege and assault from both sides of the Green Fork. While relatively young, House Frey had begun to grow…
    • Epilogue-A Fruitful JourneyEpilogue-A Fruitful Journey

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      by Gladiusx 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…
    • 95.The Price of Triumph95.The Price of Triumph

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      by Gladiusx 13th Day of the 9th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan Selmy, the Blackfyre camp near the Golden Bridge There were no lines of friends and foes pushing in an attempt to envelop or flank one another and gain the upper hand. There were no honourable duels or any semblance of order, just pure chaos. Men who were allies, comrades in arms at sunrise, were now slaughtering each other with no rhyme or reason. Merely groups of chaotic warriors, knights, men-at-arms and auxiliaries led by lords, heirs, or captains. Some…
    • 94.The Worth of a Man94.The Worth of a Man

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      by Gladiusx 12th Day of the 8th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan the Bold Three days of tense anticipation as envoys went back and forth across the Blackwater Rush, yet they still couldn't decide on a neutral ground as a meeting place. A ship, a floating platform hammered in the river, and a hill halfway between the Northern encampment and Aegon's army were dismissed, leaving them with the bridge as the last reasonable option. Barristan Selmy knew the Golden Bridge intimately; he had traversed it hundreds of times; if…
    • 93.The Burden of Truth93.The Burden of Truth

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      by Gladiusx The middle of 300 ACSer Garlan Tyrell, Lys "Is it done?" Lynesse asked, her fingers softly tugging on her lyre, filling the air with a slow, sorrowful tune. Clad in flowing red and deep blue silks that were so transparent and tight that they left little of her sinful figure to the imagination, his aunt was a vision that would turn even a half-blind eunuch's head. Pale heart-shaped face adorned by two gleaming sapphires for eyes with pouty cherry-red lips and a little nose, framed by a curtain of…
    • 92.Time Flies92.Time Flies

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      by Gladiusx 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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