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28th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Cersei Lannister, Casterly Rock None wept when word arrived of the Ironmen's devastating defeat at Oldtown. It was said that the bells rang out in triumph and the taverns overflowed with drunken merriment, though half the city lay charred and blackened. Even in Lannisport, wine flowed like a river in celebration. Yet the treacherous Reach was weaker for it, and that gladdened Cersei's heart the most. 'Let the fools bleed each other dry,' she…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
??? The Betrayed Lord Commander He woke up enveloped in a cool, pleasant sensation. The terrifying chill threatening to consume his very being was gone. Was this the afterlife? Jon cracked his eyes open, and the curtain of light greeted him again. ‘I am still in the heart of winter.’ But why was the burning cold gone? It had even stopped snowing. His body no longer felt like it was about to turn into one giant icicle, and Jon felt… well. It was as if he had…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
- 1st of November 1993, Monday (1 day later) Galloway Forest ??? A hooded figure drifted through the morning mist like a wraith, gliding into what looked like a large encampment, entirely unbothered by her surroundings. It was a woman—the heavy black cloak failed to hide the shapely figure underneath completely. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, the aquiline nose poking out of the hood wrinkling with disdain as she looked around. Over seventy camping tents and pavilions were strewn…
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- ??? The Betrayed Lord Commander Longclaw stabbed at the ice, aiming for the chest of the Cold One. TING! A shrill sound tore through the air, as terrible as the wailing of a dying beast. Jon’s wrists rattled at the recoil, and he almost dropped his sword. Cracks spreading like a spiderweb had appeared where he had struck, but the ice was still whole. The snowy ice underneath was too slippery. With such uneasy footing, it was hard to exert his full strength. Yet he gritted his…
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- 24th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC The Mad Maid, Oldtown The looming oily darkness pressed into her dreams and seeped into the recesses of her mind, and Malora Hightower awoke in a bed of cold sweat with a silent scream on her lips. Her heart was racing, and her thin limbs felt sorer than usual. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and it would not calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Many called her the Witch of Hightower or the Mad Maid. They were not wrong. She was born with a rare talent unseen for…
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- 31st of October 1993, Sunday (8 days later) Juno Harry learned from his mistakes with frightening speed—it was incredibly hard to defeat him twice the same way. It was an instinctive talent for fighting that made even her envious. “Frigor Umbra!” The icy shade was met with a burst of fire, melting it away with a shriek. That trick had worked only twice more before Harry managed to counter it. Not that it mattered. The barrage of spells from Amelia’s wand did not slow even…
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- 23rd Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Jon Stark The clanging of steel carried through the trees, cutting through the quiet of the godswood. Even in the snow, Arya's footsteps were graceful, and Needle flickered all across in a storm of steel, the tip poking at his vitals with every thrust. It was swift and sudden, though there was little strength behind the sword. Jon hefted his tourney blade, either swatting away the blows or meeting them head-on with the blunt of the sword. Once he had seen…
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- 17th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Denys Drumm, the Sunset Sea Denys drove the point of his blade through ringmail and flesh with ease, the ripples of red steel sliding into the foe's breast as though it were butter. A twist, a yank, and the man crumpled. Another stood before him, a Greenlander armoured in heavy steel, hefting a greatsword. Yet no matter how heavy his strikes or good his lobstered plate was, he was no match for the Lord of Old Wyk. Not with Red Rain in Denys Drumm's hand. The Valyrian…
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- 26th Day of the 6th MoonJon Stark "The… princess is in good health," Wolkan said after leaving the new quarters assigned to Myrcella in the Great Keep. "The stress and the cold have taken a toll on her, especially while still recovering from such a heavy, bone-deep wound on her face." "Rickard, I want two loyal swords at her door at all times," Jon commanded coldly, leaving no room to doubt the seriousness of his order. "Once she's well enough to walk, inform Myrcella that her presence is demanded…
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- 11th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Shireen Since her greyscale was gone, Shireen's appetite had returned with a vengeance. She hungered for meat most of all, and no single portion seemed enough. At first, she forced herself to eat sparingly, fearing she might grow soft and round, like Lady Cerwyn, but such restraint only left her belly aching with protest. Maester Wolkan had called it a growth spurt, so she had allowed herself bacon, cheese, and eggs, and ate them with relish. Today was no…
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