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259 AC, King’s Landing The Pale Knight His plan was simple. Get a chance to interrogate Septon Ambrose when he sneaks into the Silver Rose, or when he leaves. The quartermaster indeed snuck into the brothel, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face entirely. Most importantly, he was on his lonesome, though it wasn’t particularly strange. Septons suffered from the same mortal vices as other men, though they would never dare admit it openly, especially when going to the finest brothel in the…-
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Jon Snow “A storm is brewing,” Aethan muttered the next morning. Nettles glanced at the cloudless sky outside and scoffed. “How would you know, old man?” “I can feel the ache in my knees.” His steward smiled ruefully. “The days are getting shorter, and fall shall soon arrive, and with it come the autumn storms from the Stepstones.” The next day was sunny, but as the old fisherman predicted, the weather turned stormy the next week.…-
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Late 259 AC, The Red Keep The Unlikely King “Why are you all so silent now?” he demanded as all of his councillors shrank into their chairs. Three days had passed since word of the terrible defeat at Greenstone had reached the city. And just this morning, a raven had arrived from Estermont, bringing dark words. A traitor had opened the postern gate, allowing the Essosi into the castle, and the fall of Greenstone was a matter of time. Perhaps it had already fallen by the time Aegon laid…
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the ASOIAF universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of GRRM; I make no claim to ownership. Edited by: Bub3loka My uncle once told me that reputation, no matter how resounding or reliable, is never ironclad, and the young and foolish me did not believe him. Today, I was proven wrong. A kindly-looking man was invited to the meeting by a dark-faced Veasyr Valaeno. “Respected Magisters,” the…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden “Did you hear? Weeping Town has been sacked!” “Weeping Town? How’d that even get attacked? Isn’t that over in the Reach?” “It’s in the Stormlands, Marge, south of the Rainwood and facing the Sea of Dorne.” Branda perked up as she wolfed down the last of her venison pie, listening closer to the talk in the kitchens. Hearsay in the kitchen was faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of the guard…
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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…
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With the arrival of the royal fleet commanded by Lord Donnel Darry and Ser Roland Darklyn of the Kingsguard on Greenstone, the Band of the Nine and their four fleets found themselves pincered. Maelys Blackfyre was now facing the royal forces from the north, and the constant raids of the Iron Fleet led by Quellon Greyjoy, the Lord Reaper of Pyke, with Plankytown as their base. For a moment, the war reached a stalemate. The Iron Throne had a smaller fleet, but a larger share of it was warships…
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12th of September, Saturday, 1992 (6 days later) Divination Teacher's office Harry Phoenixes are solitary creatures, and only a scant few seem to tolerate the company of select wizards. While extraordinary in many ways, their unnatural strength and unmatched affinity for fire are often overlooked or ignored in favour of their nearly miraculous tears. Phoenix tears are an extraordinary ingredient, more potent than the finest potions in their raw form. As with spells, they hold power because of…-
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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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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden Rick is rather eager to go to war, now that Father has agreed to sit as castellan in Winterfell. They say that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell—as if I’m not one! Still, I can’t help but be a bit worried, even if the Starks of Winterfell boast a full suit of tailored plate, not inferior to the finest southron knights. The Old Gods know that war is never safe, and fighting at sea has never been House Stark’s strength. Even Father wished…
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