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258 AC, Beyond the Wall The Betrayed Lord Commander No wonder everything was different. Jon had half a mind to believe that he had indeed awakened in the year 258 after Aegon’s Conquest—Bloodraven looked like a spry old man despite entering his ninth decade, not a corpse or a shrivelled old relic of nearly a hundred and thirty years. Even the luckiest men could scarcely live over a hundred years, and even old man Aemon looked like a single gust of wind would topple him at a hundred and two. At…- 90.9 K • Ongoing
- 258 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess There had been no chance to speak with her grandfather, to gauge his reaction and try to confide in him. While Aegon the Unlikely was a busy king, he wasn’t too hard to meet. But Rhaella couldn’t meet him, no matter how much she wished to, despite being a princess of the blood and his only granddaughter. The chambers of the Maidenvault were flush with velvet tapering and gilded furniture, an empty luxury meant to entertain Baelor’s sisters for…
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- ??? The Betrayed Lord Commander He woke up enveloped in a cool, pleasant sensation. The terrifying chill threatening to consume his very being was gone. Was this the afterlife? Jon cracked his eyes open, and the curtain of light greeted him again. ‘I am still in the heart of winter.’ But why was the burning cold gone? It had even stopped snowing. His body no longer felt like it was about to turn into one giant icicle, and Jon felt… well. It was as if he had…
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- ??? The Betrayed Lord Commander Longclaw stabbed at the ice, aiming for the chest of the Cold One. TING! A shrill sound tore through the air, as terrible as the wailing of a dying beast. Jon’s wrists rattled at the recoil, and he almost dropped his sword. Cracks spreading like a spiderweb had appeared where he had struck, but the ice was still whole. The snowy ice underneath was too slippery. With such uneasy footing, it was hard to exert his full strength. Yet he gritted his…
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- 258 AC, Harrenhal The Young Princess Rhaella did not like to travel. Though, her desires mattered little—being princess of the blood was more about duty than anything else. It was late afternoon when they arrived at the great castle of Harrenhal, puffing like thirsty oxen beneath the sweltering heat. The air had grown so hot that even the wind felt scalding. For good or ill, Harren’s charred castle provided respite from the merciless summer sun. Rhaella did not know if it was the infamous…
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- Renly's Rebellion–also known as the War of the Five Kings—two years of religious turmoil and upheaval saw a great religious change.Under the auspices of Regent Eddard Stark and the High Septon, the Doctrine of Acceptance was pushed forth across the realm. It was said that the Green Men of the Isle of Faces played a role, but none could say if it was significant or not. It officially acknowledged the existence of the Old Gods of River and Stone, Wood and Wind, as represented by the newly formed Green…
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- 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…
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- 'Year 301 After Aegon's Conquest saw Aegon Blackfyre venture east with ships and basic crews begrudgingly granted to him by Shireen Baratheon. His passage through Lys was met with cold indifference; his presence in Volantis only received hostility from the populace, who blamed him for the city's misfortune and the ruling Archon, who was afraid of being usurped.Many of the Essosi seem to have taken his abandonment of claims upon the Iron Throne as a sign of weakness. Yet time soon showed it was anything…
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- 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…
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- 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…
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