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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…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
- 258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Lost Bastard The end of the year was fast approaching, and some nights often saw snowfall cover the haunted forest with a quilt of white, no matter how deep south they ventured. Nearly two moons had passed since the revelation, and he had thrown himself into the swing of training. Anything to keep his mind away from his mother, away from the wrongness of his own existence. The Children of the Forest or Earth Singers, as Brynden liked to call them, had withdrawn… as…
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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…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
- 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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- 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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- 259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Daeron had fallen unconscious after they had fished him out of the deep well, the man too thin and sickly from his quite lengthy stay in the well. Tormund had proposed leaving him by the road and moving on, but Jon felt that since they had taken him out, they ought to at least make sure he wouldn’t die right away. And the man was thin enough to count all of his ribs, and if he were left here, he’d probably be too weak to get up and die…
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- 6th of September 1994, Tuesday (3 days later) Harry Potter Power throbbed as the air itself was alight by spellfire. Curled in his fingers, his wand sang with joy. Dozens of jagged shards of ice rushed his way. He could feel the chill coalescing into the frost, melding seamlessly into the magic. Harry was undaunted. Back ramrod straight, he stabbed his wand like a sword, shattering them midway. He ducked under a purple curse, caught a Finger-Twisting Jinx with the tip of his wand and flung it…
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- 18th Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Light of the West, Casterly Rock "Lady Regent," came the reedy voice of a boy barely old enough to hold a sword, let alone summon her to anything of import. "The Small Council has convened. The Lord Hand asks if you mean to attend." Cersei turned her gaze upon him slowly, not hiding her distaste. It was a Lannister—or so they said. One of the lesser sorts. Tyland? Or was it Tylon? It hardly mattered. Another distant cousin from an endless line of distant…
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- 259 AC, King’s Landing The Wandering Bastard “This is bloody slow,” Tormund groaned, looking at the winding queue that disappeared into the gatehouse before them. They had barely moved ten yards in the last half an hour, and his squire had begun to grow impatient. “Patience is a virtue,” Daeron chided, as he petted his donkey without a care in the world. Tormund scowled, and while he ceased his complaints, he dismounted and kept shuffling, quite unable to…
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