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4285 E.L It is said that lesser men defied the dragonlords of Valyria at their peril. Yet between Arnor and Valyria, who is lesser, and who is greater? Who is imperilled and who is the peril? The harbour of Vinyambar was bursting with warships. Men were hard at work, loading the necessary supplies and weaponry onto the countless ships that awaited them. It was only a short distance to the Stepstones, but they would be fighting no ordinary foe but rather beasts out of the Silmarillion. Dragons and all the…- 309.2 K • Completed
- The cool ocean wind blew over his sun-kissed face. Far above, he could see the small white specks, seagulls, flying free with their wings. Once he had dreamed of soaring in the clouds just like them, but as he grew up, he knew that he would never attain that dream. In its stead he chose the sea, proud and untameable. Perfect for him. He was Tarondor, Crown Prince of Arnor, mightiest and greatest of the kingdoms on land, and when he ascended the throne, he would extend Arnor's power to the seas as well. His…
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- 4278 E.L Some days, Jaenara Belaerys wondered why exactly she had chosen to adventure into Sothoryos. It was hot, humid, and disgusting and all she had ever found was jungle, mountains, and desert. Rinse and repeat. Of course she had had an ulterior motive for choosing to leave Valyria but when that was excluded, she found it hard to understand why she'd chosen, willingly to undergo the past year of grueling exploration. Perhaps she was simply unwilling to admit that she had left Valyria for her own…
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- 4394 E.L The sun was rising over the city of Ny Sar. Like all the Rhoynish cities, Ny Sar straddled Mother Rhoyne and her daughters and was said to be a city of fountains, alive with song and joy. Yet for Nymeria, Ruling Princess of Ny Sar, the sight of her beloved city no longer comforted her like it once did. As she looked down at the message in her hands, Nymeria could not help but fear for what was to come. To Her Royal And Serene Highness, Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar. As you no doubt have heard, the…
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- The old king could barely move now. Decrepit, senile, weak. Yet in his old age, lucidity enough he still retained to know what was happening. His kingdom, his beloved Arnor was fighting a war for its own survival. Arahad leaned on his cane as he stalked to the window on shaky legs. Fifteen years ago he had looked and felt like he was in the prime of his life, no older than a man of forty to lesser men. Yet when the time came for the Dúnedain to grow old, they did so exceedingly fast, like all the years…
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- The Stormlands were a bleak, rainy and windswept land. It was only fitting for the name they bore. Even the name the Arnorian people had given it in Sindarin meant very much the same. Celeb, Crown Prince of Arnor stood beside his father King Malvegil on a hill. The rain was lashing over their faces and they stood firm and unflinching, even as thunder rumbled over the bay. Before them stood the last bastion of their foe. Storm's End. The stronghold of Durran was truly impressive. Even when Celeb compared it…
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- "Push forward! We are soldiers of Arnor, we will not allow this fortress to defeat us!" Túrin ordered to his men as they charge toward Tyrosh. Under the Admiral's orders, Tyrosh had been mercilessly bombarded for the past few days with a storm of boulders and arrows that endlessly fell upon the city's defences. Though the walls emerged unscathed, the morale of the city's defenders had doubtlessly fallen. Their siege towers reached the outer walls of the city this time and their battering rams had reached…
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- Cirion could only stare in horror. There was no name, in Sindarin nor Quenya, for that which stood before him. The Men of the West had never had the misfortune to encounter one before but those they ruled, the Casterrim, and the ever elusive Children had called them the Others, White Walkers. Cirion drew his sword, and so too did Aglaran beside him. There would be no time to string their bows. With a sudden burst of speed, the Other charged at them, deftly sweeping and thrusting its blade. Elegant,…
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- Second Moon, 88 AC Alyssa Targaryen Alyssa Targaryen was the eldest daughter. Had been since the moment she was born. Eldest, but not firstborn. In another life, a sister she had never met might have held that lofty position and not her, and Alyssa would have been glad for it. Her shadow lied over her even now. The spectre of a child long dead and in her heart Alyssa still felt lacking in comparison. Daenerys had been the eldest daughter her family deserved, Daenerys would not have abandoned her younger…
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- Isildur "How has this never been discovered?" He asked Maple. She had lead him to a weirwood grove deep in the forest. "This is where my people and I speak with them. We have never worshipped them but men mistook our veneration for worship and followed our example." Maple said, not quite answering his question. Isildur beheld the weirwood tree. Its bark was white but in his own mind its beauty paled in comparison to the White Tree. Unlike the sapling of Nimloth, the leaves and sap of the weirwood were as…
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