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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…-
323.3 K • Ongoing
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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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323.3 K • Ongoing
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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 moved faster than most—Anne the Stewmistress was the wife of Hayford’s captain of the…
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323.3 K • Ongoing
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The captains of the gates have all 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. If the purse is heavy enough, they might even help instead. Even old, seasoned knights like Ser Banon Longwaters do the same, though the purse must be twice as hefty to make them close their eyes, as if their experience and honour demand a heftier reward for their discretion. Aside from that, not one of them seems to…
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323.3 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’s royal fleet was smaller, but a larger share of it was…
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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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The presence of a common enemy, especially one so dangerous, opens doors that would have been otherwise forever closed. I never thought I would bear witness to 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 even two of the wayward masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king…
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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 & Ash 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…
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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…
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323.3 K • Ongoing
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