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130 AC The Riverlands If you asked Cregan Stark, he would say that the Riverlands were pleasantly warm, and even the sleet felt soft, especially the further south his host marched. They were approaching the Little Trident—the lesser three-pronged river that started from the western slopes of the Mountain of the Moon and merged into the Green Fork. Lord Stark studied what seemed to be the smallest dragon he had ever seen, blocking the path of his host. This didn’t mean much, considering this…-
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259 AC, the Riverlands The Wandering Bastard It took time for a lord to find out when riders sent to patrol ‘disappeared’. If the lord’s lands were vast enough, some patrols could ride around for days, even weeks, before returning. It was far more likely that a passing traveller, vagrant or some merchant would find the corpses and bring word of it to the nearest holdfast. From there, they would send a raven to the lord if they had one, and a rider to bring the word if they…-
242.5 K • Ongoing
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The Ironborn had run rampant along the Western shores for over a year. Fair Castle had fallen, Lannisport had been sacked, the Westerlands' fleet lay at the bottom of the Sunseat Sea, and even Kayce and Feastfires barely weathered the Ironmen’s swift raids. While the Hightower and Redwyne Fleets were mustering their might to repel the Ironmen and free Fair Isle, Prince Aemond had decided to address the root of the issue, thinking all other enemies cowed and bested. He rested at Banefort for one night…
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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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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest A part of him wanted to deny it, but the scaly black dragon overhead convinced him far easier than any words ever could. Jon could feel it in his bones. Somehow, he was in the wrong time. Year 129 after Aegon’s Conquest. Jon knew of the year—every man, woman, and child in the Seven Kingdoms knew of it, from the highest of lords to the poorest of paupers, from the Wall all the way to Sunspear. They knew of it just as they knew the year the Conqueror…
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130 AC Baela Targaryen The Chamber of the Painted Table saw a war council again, and now it was no longer as empty as a sept when the whores offered bargain nights. Unlike the previous councils gathered by her father and stepmother, even Baela was invited. The killing of the Usurper had won her the favour of many. Some hailed her as a kingslayer, though others whispered behind her back. “Kinslayer,” they would murmur, but never to her face. Accursed was the kinslayer. Baela did not feel…
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259 AC, The Riverlands The Wandering Bastard Only once they passed the great causeway of the Neck and the horses set hoof into the Riverlands did Jon Snow feel at ease. A part of him had yearned to stop at Winterfell, to try and enter his former home and meet his grandparents, who were about his age now. Yet Jon knew all too well now was not the time. Any bonds of kinship they had would not be recognised, aye, but he could have still stopped for that promised reward. Yet, it was something else…
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242.5 K • Ongoing
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Middle of 130 AC Jon Stark Riding a dragon was nothing like riding a horse. He could feel the Bronze Fury’s smugness as his draconic wings parted the clouds with their strokes, as if to say, ‘I knew you could not avoid me forever.’ And now, Jon was flying. Not dwelling in the mind of a bird, but soaring in the skies on dragonback. Vermithor’s wings were drumming rhythmically, each mighty beat overcoming the swift winds, allowing Jon to travel at a speed he never thought possible. It was a…
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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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Middle of 130 AC Baela Baela shivered, clinging closer to Moondancer’s neck to warm up. Her teeth clattered so hard from the cold that they felt they would shatter. Flying in the middle of a cold winter night might have been too much after all. She felt she would freeze to death before she managed to guide Moondancer to that cave in the Dragonmont, near Cinderfall’s Chasm. The location where she had agreed to meet Rhaena was a small rocky gorge where molten rock flowed down from vents,…
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