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259 AC, the Last Hearth The Wandering Bastard He had guessed right. The Lord of Last Hearth was indeed hosting a feast for the first nameday of his grandson, Jon Umber. The future Greatjon could now fit comfortably in Jon’s arms, but his wails were just as booming. Hoarfrost Umber was a giant of a man, broad-shouldered like a boar and towering a whole head over most men, just like his grandson would in the future. He looked like half a giant, too, with a shaggy grey beard hiding most of his…-
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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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The night of 30th of October to 31st October, 1992Friday to Saturday The starry sky above Yorkshire was choked by clouds with the occasional flash of light followed by a groaning rumble so terrible as if the heavens themselves tried to swallow the earth. The raging storm quickly spread northward. The maternal unit of Saint James' Hospital was having a hectic evening, doubly so because the sole obstetrician in the facility was young and inexperienced, and a third of the staff was either ill or on…-
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7th of November, 1992SaturdayHarry He stirred awake, feeling stiff. It took him a few moments to blink away his blurry vision until he was squinting at the familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing. How… How was he here again? The memories returned with the force of an angry hippogriff and made him cringe. Basilisk, Harrymort, and… Juno. "You're awake." Her voice shook him from his stupor. "Slept well?" She sat beside his bed on a chair, engrossed in what looked like a riveting textbook that…
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7th Day of the 7th Moon, 299 ACSer Braxton Bulwer the Red, Outside King's Landing Ser Braxton Bulwer was a simple man, not one for overthinking or scheming. He was good with a sword and a warhammer, far from inheriting any lordships or even minor estates, so all he could do was put more effort into martial pursuits. Nothing awaited him in peace, aside from being a hedge knight and wrangling in tourneys with hundreds of others like him. He had almost sailed North to join the Watch and win some honour and…-
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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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? Harrion Karstark Once upon a time, Harrion would have said that an ignoble death or torture were the worst fates in the world. He was wrong. Death would be sweet relief, no matter how ignoble, and torture would be painful, aye. But it would make him feel alive before dying. What was death but just an end? Harrion longed for death; he dreamt of it. But it was denied to him. Only darkness. Darkness and silence in the black depths of Mooton's Pink Keep in Maidenpool. The dungeons were…-
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4th Day of the 9th Moon, 299 ACLord Redwyne, outside Winterfell "It is clear that the Northmen won't give us battle." Paxter began with far more calm than he felt. "Umber and his nine thousand men are fifteen miles from here, content on skirmishes and minor clashes with Clegane and the Faith Militant, but they still prevent our foraging parties from venturing northward. We should turn back–take Castle Cerwyn, at least. The longer we stay here, the more men we bleed. Snow might not yet come for another…
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The Hound, they called him. Not a knight, never a knight, despite bearing a white cloak once. A deserter, an oathbreaker, and a dangerous beast of a man who had sent too many to the Stranger before their time. When he washed near the Quiet Isle, I was tempted, oh so very tempted, to leave the rot in his wounds to spread and let the fever take its course. Or simply let him drift down the Bay of Crabs, where the bay's namesakes would feast on his flesh and return him to the Stranger's embrace. By all…
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Friday, 24th of July, 1992Harry After over half a year of waiting through red tape and excuses, the Ministry of Magic finally returned his mother's wand to his hands. No wonder nothing got done in Wizarding Britain properly–Snape had been in Azkaban for nine months now, and the investigation had long been closed. "Or perhaps they didn't want to give a child a Traceless wand," Sirius mused outloud before bursting out in laughter. It also elicited a chuckle from Harry; he was just happy to have…
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