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14th of December 1994, Wednesday (7 days later) Narcissa Cornelius Fudge was by no means a pleasant man, but he was a clever one, at least where small matters were concerned. Useless fools could never climb to the top of the Ministry. He was an old hand at managing publicity, whether good or bad, and balancing the department heads and the warlock-lords of the Wizengamot. Dislodging him from the seat of a Minister was by no means easy, nor was it as simple as she had first thought. To…-
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Into the swing of the war against the Reach, King Tommen Lannister and King Patrek Mallister slowly found themselves pushed back by the consolidated armies of the Reach. Even the Sundering barely gave pause to the war. With the Iron Islands under the control of Hightower, iron and trade goods from the North flowed freely into the Reach more than into the Riverlands and the Westerlands. If the war had happened two decades earlier, the results might have been different, but the War of the Five Kings and…-
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Scarred Maiden Rick is rather eager to go to war, now that Father has agreed to sit as castellan in Winterfell. They say that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell—as if I’m not one! Still, I can’t help but be a bit worried, even if the Starks of Winterfell boast a full suit of tailored plate, not inferior to the finest southron knights. The Old Gods know that war is never safe, and fighting at sea has never been House Stark’s strength. Even Father wished…-
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The Grand Northern Expansion was a precursor to a slow reform in governance by the King of Winter. The newly acquired lands were not doled out to noble Houses who had proven their merit, but were directly ruled by the crown in a new system of stewardship that saw the North and the Far North enjoy unprecedented levels of trade, peace, and prosperity. Governors and stewards were responsible for the new settlements and towns, positions appointed directly by the crown. Every three years, the North ran royal…
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7th Day of the 10th Moon, 303 AC Petyr Baelish, Casterly Rock How much could you strip from a man before he lost his will to live? How much could you take before they shattered? For good or ill, some men broke early, some men endured until the end, and Edmure Tully was the former. The last Tully lord was dead. He had been placed in the upper cells of Casterly Rock, the pleasant, cosy ones made for noble prisoners, with windows carved into the stone and clean bedding. They called them…
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After the Red Spring ended and uneasy peace returned, the powers dominating Essos and Westeros had shifted. With Braavos and Pentos reduced to a shadow of their former self, and Volantis busy contending against the rising expansion of New Ghis in Slavers' Bay and beyond, only four forces contend for control of the Stepstones. The Myrish, who had devoured Tyrosh and a good chunk of the Disputed Lands. Lys, who struggled to deal with the encroaching Myrish advance on its own, the Stormlands under Edric…
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259 AC, King’s Landing The Young Princess “Thank you, Jasen,” she said, nodding to the innkeeper as he personally brought over the trays laden with a hearty fare. He gave her a beaming smile. “It’s my honour, m’lady princess. Fret not, I won’t tell a single word.” After bowing so deeply that his jowls jiggled vigorously, the plump man retreated, leaving behind a table groaning under the weight of the courses. He had even brought over proper first-course…
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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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29th of November 1994, Tuesday (2 days later) ??? The Dark Lord The plan to meet with the Italian Minister and control him in person had fallen through. Dumbledore had moved swiftly, notifying the ICW and even managing to make the slothful behemoth act quickly—Ettore Velenza was now guarded by twenty elite hit wizards from Africa, Australia, and the Far East around the clock. They were no better or worse than other veteran hit wizards where fighting and guarding were concerned, but each one…
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A common enemy is an interesting thing. I never thought I would witness such a historical moment, but few would ever know of it. After the Doom (and even before that), it would’ve been unthinkable for the magisters of Lys and Myr, the bearded priests of Norvos, the viziers of Qohor, or the masters of Slaver’s Bay to ever sit at one table, let alone agree on one thing. The half-peasant king must be stopped. Aside from Old Blood of Volantis and the Forty of Pentos, the full legacy of the Freehold…
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