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259 AC, King’s Landing The Weary King He was a man twice wed now, now to a younger, more beautiful wife than Betha, but it did not make him feel any better. Even though he knew the necessity of the act, guilt coiled in his belly like a cold, serpentine knot that left him feeling restless all over. Worse, he had found some joy in the young woman in his bed, and it felt like the greatest betrayal. When the door slid open, the red, slender figure marched into his solar, finding him pacing across…-
242.5 K • Ongoing
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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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242.5 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Wandering Bastard Jon awoke with a groan. His mouth was dry, and his head pulsed with pain; it was as if his brain pounded against his skull with the eager desire to escape. His limbs felt like they were made of lead, his joints were aching, and there was this irksome itch in his bones. He cracked his eyes open to a ceiling of knapped bones, tied together by twisted reeds and sinew. Mammoth or giant bones, judging by their size. What looked like leather lay above,…
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242.5 K • Ongoing
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24th of November 1994, Thursday (5 days later) Harry Potter He ignored the thunderous cheer of the crowd and focused on the arena below as the first contestant emerged. The Quidditch Stadium had been completely remade and expanded. The seats were tripled in number, and each one was filled with wizards and witches coming to watch the Tournament. The grassy ground below was expanded and replaced with rocky terrain, dotted with miniature ridges, hills, and small chasms; a great spiked dragon…-
494.2 K • Ongoing
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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…
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242.5 K • Ongoing
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess The weather remained mercurial, the dark clouds choked the skies each day, sometimes spiced with flashes of thunder and a torrent of rain. The year grew to its zenith, yet the expected heat wave had yet to arrive. The new Grand Maester claimed the days were starting to shorten and that fall would soon arrive. Her grandsire’s nameday was fast approaching, and with it, her departure for Sunspear as Rhaella fell into restless…
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242.5 K • Ongoing
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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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242.5 K • Ongoing
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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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242.5 K • Ongoing
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12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Mr Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his temples, hard to dispel, and had wrung his mind dry. Just as he was drained, so was the Malfoy family. His own freedom—and that of his children and future grandchildren—was bargained away for a Wizengamot seat, the long-cherished Malfoy dream. That was no great…
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494.2 K • Ongoing
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2nd Day of the 5th Moon Davos Seaworth, the Isle of Driftmark Stannis had taken his sweet time to come to a decision, and more than a moon later, they were finally here. “Driftmark is yours, my lord,” Monford Velaryon bowed deeply. The Lord of the Tides was a handsome, tall man garbed in green silk with fair hair and purple eyes. There was no woman next to him, and if Davos remembered correctly, his wife had died after a bad miscarriage a handful of years ago. According to the rumours he…-
671.1 K • Completed
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