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Eddard Stark "Lord Stark," his friend greeted him with a smile, and Ned finally felt some relief. Howland Reed was still a head shorter than him and slim like all the other crannogmen. A slight brown stubble sported on his chin, and his signature bronze scaleshirt peeked beneath his dark-green cloak. "It's Ned for you, Howland. Did you come alone?" "Five of my men are in Wintertown," Howland supplied before looking around the bustling with training guardsmen yard. He carefully leaned in and…-
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Davos Seaworth Dragonstone Despite Maester Cressen's fears, Stannis had finally awoken three days ago. They still had no idea what had started the fire, the claw knight had grown highly paranoid, and the fortress's defences had been tightened to the extreme. Not even a rat could enter without the knowledge of the master-at-arms. Worse, the Lord of Dragonstone was in great pain, and his throat couldn't produce anything beyond raspy coughs or pained wheezes. And thus, he was still stuck here, unable…
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17th Day of the 3rd Moon Lord Eddard Stark Eddard tiredly rubbed his brow as the raindrops relentlessly pattered his shutter. It would snow during the night, but the days were too warm and turned the snow into rain. He collapsed on the Lord's chair behind the desk and sighed. The waiting had become unbearable, and all he could do was worry while his mind conjured worse and worse scenarios. It didn't help that the king's arrival loomed in the distance. Ned hated dealing with the Southron court and had…
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Ned Stark After three gloomy days of grief and mourning, the news that Jon was waking was like a ray of sunlight tearing through the stormy sky. When he lost his father and brother, he had to deal with that loss alone, and even then, there was not much time for grief, as he had to fight for his life and his vengeance. Now, there was no war to fight to distract him, and his family was far bigger. The last three days had been dark and gloomy, and everything felt... empty after Bran's funeral. Catelyn…
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Year 3XX After Aegon's Conquest The sun had not risen in months, and the only lights were the flickering flames of the torches and the soft glow of the waning moon. Unfortunately, Jon had no time to enjoy the view, no matter how magnificent. A cold wind was blowing, cutting as sharp as a knife through even the thickest of furs, and the screams of men dying echoed across the field. The air was filled with the stench of rot and decay. Jon swiftly yet precisely brandished Longclaw in his right hand…
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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…-
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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