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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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259 AC, Castle Black The Self-Exiled Prince Seated in a crude chair on the balcony, he basked in the thin Northern sun. Ravens croaked and cawed in a jarring symphony, but his ears had long grown used to the cacophony. Across the ledge, the yells of the drillmaster mingled with the clangour of steel and grunts of recruits and old rangers too bored to do anything but hone their skills. Once upon a time, that would have interested him a tad. Just enough to move to the ledge and observe,…
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242.5 K • Ongoing
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Middle of 130 AC Jon Stark An arrow whistled over his shoulder, sinking into the aventail of the Farring knight as if it were made of straw. Sadly, Jon had no time to admire the frightening power of a dragonbone bow, as he was already charging into the enemy. One last leap through the snow saw Jon before Ser Marston Waters. Skyfall was already cleaving at the man’s neck, but he confidently raised his shield. The knight was good, the round shield boss met the blade at a tricky angle,…-
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“The whore on Dragonstone is not the threat. No more than Rowan and those traitors in the Reach. The danger is my uncle. Once Daemon is dead, all those fools flying our sister’s banners will run back to their castles and trouble us no more.” -Aemond Targaryen The Greens gained momentum after the Sacking of Tumbleton. It was said that Maelor’s brutal death had awoken a terrible anger in the young Prince Daeron, for he had ordered the inhabitants of the market town put to the sword—even…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Why is my presence required for something like this?” Her father’s face was unreadable. “You’re no longer a child, Rhaella. Father decided it’s time to see the dispensation of royal justice in all of its grim glory.” A punishment, then. At least she had spared Joanna the indignity, though Melony was by her side, and Genna was seated right behind Aerys on the other side of their parents, shuffling uneasily in her seat. The…
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259 AC, Beyond the Wall The Wandering Bastard Jon awoke with a groan. His mouth was dry, and his head pulsed with pain; it was as if his brain pounded against his skull with the eager desire to escape. His limbs felt like they were made of lead, his joints were aching, and there was this irksome itch in his bones. He cracked his eyes open to a ceiling of knapped bones, tied together by twisted reeds and sinew. Mammoth or giant bones, judging by their size. What looked like leather lay above,…
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130 AC Jon Stark He awoke, feeling weak and stiff—more stiff than weak. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, but he pushed them open, only to be greeted by a familiar ceiling and darkness. But the darkness did not hamper his vision at all, for he could see every detail of the rafters above, down to the cobwebs in the corner and the spider slumbering at its centre. It was not the weirdest thing that had happened to him, so he just shrugged and accepted it. His hand was already reaching for Skyfall,…
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2nd Day of the 5th Moon Davos Seaworth, the Isle of Driftmark Stannis had taken his sweet time to come to a decision, and more than a moon later, they were finally here. “Driftmark is yours, my lord,” Monford Velaryon bowed deeply. The Lord of the Tides was a handsome, tall man garbed in green silk with fair hair and purple eyes. There was no woman next to him, and if Davos remembered correctly, his wife had died after a bad miscarriage a handful of years ago. According to the rumours he…-
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259 AC, The Red Keep The Young Princess “Are you certain you wish to do this?” Whitedream’s face was twisted into a heavy frown. “There are easier ways, my young apprentice.” “Leaving the Red Keep is not an option,” she said. “Not for me, and not now.” The quiet stretched as Rhaella studied her mentor’s still face. It gave away nothing, as Whitedream had the uncanny skill just to sit still without moving a muscle for hours, but his eyes betrayed him. They had darkened…
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Year 129 After Aegon’s Conquest Rhaena Targaryen Surprisingly, Ser Alfred Broome had convinced the angry crowd that sheer numbers would not make a difference and had only requested those good with a sling, harpoon, or bow to join him, totalling a dozen men. The mutinous Pyne and Cave squires were barred from joining. The Broome knight’s stern face remained unmoved as he said, “Your parents entrusted me with your safety, and I shall not allow you to follow me into a dragon’s lair on the…
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