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    • 95.The Price of Triumph95.The Price of Triumph

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      by Gladiusx 13th Day of the 9th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan Selmy, the Blackfyre camp near the Golden Bridge There were no lines of friends and foes pushing in an attempt to envelop or flank one another and gain the upper hand. There were no honourable duels or any semblance of order, just pure chaos. Men who were allies, comrades in arms at sunrise, were now slaughtering each other with no rhyme or reason. Merely groups of chaotic warriors, knights, men-at-arms and auxiliaries led by lords, heirs, or captains. Some…
    • 94.The Worth of a Man94.The Worth of a Man

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      by Gladiusx 12th Day of the 8th Moon, 300 ACSer Barristan the Bold Three days of tense anticipation as envoys went back and forth across the Blackwater Rush, yet they still couldn't decide on a neutral ground as a meeting place. A ship, a floating platform hammered in the river, and a hill halfway between the Northern encampment and Aegon's army were dismissed, leaving them with the bridge as the last reasonable option. Barristan Selmy knew the Golden Bridge intimately; he had traversed it hundreds of times; if…
    • 93.The Burden of Truth93.The Burden of Truth

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      by Gladiusx The middle of 300 ACSer Garlan Tyrell, Lys "Is it done?" Lynesse asked, her fingers softly tugging on her lyre, filling the air with a slow, sorrowful tune. Clad in flowing red and deep blue silks that were so transparent and tight that they left little of her sinful figure to the imagination, his aunt was a vision that would turn even a half-blind eunuch's head. Pale heart-shaped face adorned by two gleaming sapphires for eyes with pouty cherry-red lips and a little nose, framed by a curtain of…
    • 92.Time Flies92.Time Flies

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      by Gladiusx 20th Day of the 12th Moon, 299 AC (13 Days Later)The Onion Knight, King's Landing There was a risk to every endeavour. Every man who had lived on the edge of the law knew this–Davos more so than most. Smuggling was, in essence, the art of measuring and taking risks. Big risk oft was fortuitous upon success but rarely bereft of consequence. He would know. A knighthood and rising from the muck of Fleabottom–in exchange for a ship full of salt and onions and the fingertips on his left hand. The risk…
    • 91.Valonqar91.Valonqar

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      by Gladiusx 12th Day of the 11th Moon, 299 AC (3 days later)Tyrion Lannister, Tyrosh "Should we join Aegon, m'lord?" Lothor Brune inquired as Tyrion gazed upon the city of Tyrosh from one of the sprawling terraces of the Archon's palace. It had been a difficult three moons, but the marks of war had been mostly erased, and the sprawling streets were flush with former slaves going about their way. "Ah yes, join a Pretender who looks more and more like a Blackfyre by the day against my own family with an army I…
    • 90.No Joy in Command90.No Joy in Command

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      by Gladiusx 25th Day of the 10th Moon, 299 AC (5 days later)Arianne Martell, the Stormlands Every king needed an heir, a strong son. Aegon was no exception, and as a queen, Arianne had to birth one for him. Only, it was proving to be quite the challenge. It wasn't Aegon's endearing inexperience that was the problem. Her husband was a quick learner, and guiding him into discovering the joys of lovemaking was more than pleasurable. Neither he nor Arianne lacked enthusiasm. Nor was time the issue either. After that…
    • 89.Mending Bridges89.Mending Bridges

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      by Gladiusx 18th Day of the 10th Moon, 299 ACCatelyn Stark Praying at the Sept no longer brought her comfort. Gone were the smell of incense and songs of soft prayer, and the bright-coloured windows were now dull. The small sept was no longer used as a shed now that the siege had ended, but Septon Chayle, Septa Mordane, and their novices had yet to return. Catelyn didn't know if they ever would, for neither war nor the cold was merciful. Once again, she was alone here, for nobody else in Winterfell was a devout…
    • 88.Winter has Come88.Winter has Come

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      by Gladiusx The End of AutumnSansa Stark, Winterfell Sansa wept when Bran died. She cried when they said her father had perished in the Narrow Sea and that her eldest brother was poisoned, his fate in the hands of the Stranger. Even when word arrived that her father still lived and that Robb survived, the feeling of sorrow and loss lingered. So, Sansa had promised herself she would cry no more because it solved nothing. She didn't cry when Winterfell was besieged. No tears were shed when a third of the Godswood…
    • 87.End of the Rope87.End of the Rope

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      by Gladiusx 21st day of the 9th moon, 299 ACMelisandre of Asshai, near a nameless holdfast Unlike the mere stop at Eastwatch in her quest for answers, Melisandre could now rest and look at her surroundings. And see, she did, for the North was different in her eyes. It differed from the lands sprawling Beyond the Wall and the primordial Haunted Forest. The Wolfswood was just as old, but the Northmen had left their trace on it, down to the well-trodden forest paths, the old remnants of ringforts, or the…
    • 86.Likes Candles in the Wind86.Likes Candles in the Wind

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      by Gladiusx 12th Day of the 9th Moon, 299 ACSer Kevan Lannister, King's Landing Kevan stood at the Red Keep's ramparts and gazed upon King's Landing and the Blackwater Rush, ignoring the petering of the rain as it slowly soaked through his cloak. There wasn't much else to do nowadays, at least until the rain passed. Some days, the rain halted, but the sky was overcast, and the wind coming from the sea was vicious, promising a return of the storm. And the storm would return the next day or the one after.…
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