Chapters
22nd Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMelisandre of Asshai The last moon had opened her eyes. Winterfell was akin to Storm's End; she could feel the old, forgotten spells woven into the bedrock below. They blocked light, shadow, and darkness in equal measure. And the air sang when Jon was crowned, the tune echoing deep into the ground below. From smoke and salt, he was reborn, waking more than he had been before. Tempered by the cold grasp of death and reforged fires of the funeral pyre, the…- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 15th Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACAegon Targaryen, Harrenhal The Kingslayer was no fool. He had drawn them beneath the black walls of Harrenhal, just far enough so the Lannister marksmen could rain arrows from the ramparts. The clash had been bloody, and then the Lannister host had retreated west, leaving behind a field of corpses and a fortress that refused to fall quickly. Two thousand Lannister men had died beneath the walls, yet Aegon had lost twice that. Taking the cursed fortress cost five…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 7th Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACJon Stark Maege and Jorelle Mormont left to take control of the Dreadfort and Moat Cailin two days ago, and Winterfell fell into a lull. Each new morning grew colder than the last, and this one, Jon was faced with a reminder of his own failure. Rickon's funeral was a sombre affair. All of Eddard Stark's immediate family was to be buried alongside him behind his statue. Like all Northern funerals, the ceremony was hosted at dawn to signify that one end can be a new…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 1st Day of the 6th Moon, 303 ACMaege Mormont Breaking the siege of Ironrath had been a bloody fight, even though they took the Whitehills by surprise. Having the woodland clans that knew the entire wolfswood was an advantage that Lord Whitehill couldn't match, but he still had the numbers and bled them hard. Now, Maege and Lord Galbart Glover rode fast to Jon Snow's host, leaving the foot behind. Seventy riders were all they could muster, and a third of those were mounted spearmen who had never…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 28th Day of the 5th Moon, 303 ACJon Snow, near Winterfell They were less than a day from Winterfell, and the sun was slowly crawling to the west. The camp was already being set, for they had to be fresh for the coming battle, yet have enough distance from the Bolton army to get in formation should they attempt to force a battle. The previous days were spent amongst the men, ensuring everything was organised and ready for battle. Wildlings did not practise things like formations and had no idea how to…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- ?, 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…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 18th Day of the 4th Moon, 303 ACMeera Reed, Beyond the Wall Darkness had fallen, and the half-moon shone ominously from above, illuminating the twisted snow-covered forest. The dead were almost upon them, and there was no escape. After Bran had been marked, the wights and their icy masters always knew how to find them, no matter how far they went. The half-dead Benjen Stark had managed to help them escape… for a time. Yet, his horse was alive, and like all living things, it would eventually tire.…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 4th Day of the 4th Moon, 303 ACThe BarrowlandsThe Blackfish Severed head strapped to his saddle, Brynden finally arrived at the village of Greybrook, just near the small river. It couldn't even be called a small village as much as a pitiful gathering of a few drab-looking houses of mud bricks, undressed logs, and a dilapidated stone mill by the stream. The settlement even lacked a bailiff; only a reeve passed once a year to gather the tithe. Yet it was all for the better, for without a ruling lord,…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- ?303 ACThe Breaker of Chains, Mereen Drogon had always been the most unruly of her children, and even now, mounted atop his thick, scaly neck, Daenerys struggled to rein in the black dragon. Even tying the makeshift saddle had ended up with two men with broken ribs, courtesy of Drogon's lashing tail and wings. Now, strapped with chains to the dragon's neck, Daenerys had trouble steering him properly. His response to the reins was muted even when she pulled with all her strength, and using a whip only…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- 14th Day of the 3rd Moon, 303 ACJon Snow Eyes closed, he focused on slipping his mind into the black-feathered bird on the desk before him. "Fool, fool," Mormont's raven cawed at him, making Jon halt his attempts with a snort. With a sigh, he stood up and tossed a few kernels of corn to the crotchety bird, who greedily began pecking at them. Maybe he was a fool. With quite some effort, Jon could slip into the minds of other animals. He had the easiest time with horses and ravens, but it took…
- 204.0 K • Ongoing
- Previous 1 … 21 22 23 Next
