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259 AC, the Riverlands The Wandering Bastard It took time for a lord to find out when riders sent to patrol ‘disappeared’. If the lord’s lands were vast enough, some patrols could ride around for days, even weeks, before returning. It was far more likely that a passing traveller, vagrant or some merchant would find the corpses and bring word of it to the nearest holdfast. From there, they would send a raven to the lord if they had one, and a rider to bring the word if they…-
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership. Edited and beta-read by Himura, Bub3loka, Ash, and Kingfishlong. 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…-
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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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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, commanded by Lord Valarr Velaryon in a second host, half the strength of the one outside the city…
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7th of February, Tuesday 1995 (9 days later) The Fallen Unspeakable Barty emerged from the Dark Lord’s room, chin lifted high. He had all the reason for his pride—not only was he the Dark Lord’s most trusted, but he was now the strongest amongst the Death Eaters, surpassing a limit without resorting to shortcuts. His strength had grown even further after Dumbledore’s death, and he had even replaced his wand with another older one, lucky enough to stumble on a far better fit than what…
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After taking Greenstone and controlling the island of Estermont, Blackfyre’s advance stalled. Some of his sworn companions grew dissatisfied with the length of the war—Westeros was proving a tougher nut to crack. “Conquering the Iron Throne might take years,” Samarro Saan had said after the bloody storming of Greenstone, where each defender killed three attackers even after the gates had been opened. “And if every victory is like this, it’d take ten times the men we have to set foot in…
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The presence of a common enemy, especially one so dangerous, opens doors that would have been otherwise forever closed. I never thought I would bear witness to 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 even two of the wayward masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king…
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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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