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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…- 309.2 K • Completed
- "In all the long years of Arnor's history, the most feared of their weapons has always been their bows. It was said that the Men of Sea send before them a great cloud, as a rain turned to serpents, or a black hail tipped with steel; and in those days the great cohorts of the King's Archers wielded bows made of hollow steel, with black-feathered arrows a full ell long from point to notch. These were the greatest bows in the world, stronger even then the famed goldenheart bows of the Summer Isles or the…
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Daemon's reign officially began at the turn of the century, the year 200 AC, a symbolic new beginning, for the restoration and renewal his reign would usher in. Once the dust from the War of Restoration had settled and all the punishments and rewards had finalized, work could finally begin on healing and rebuilding the realm. One of the most crucial institutions that Daemon needed to first see to was his Small Council. He first chose his brother, Lord Aegor Bittersteel, as his Hand of the King, followed…- 36.8 K • Completed
- Isildur "We have to leave now!" Isildur shouted to the crew of his ship. With as much haste as they could muster, they released the sails and the ship was blown out of the harbour by a fierce eastward wind. Turning back, Isildur could see a huge wave, a giant wall of water rolling over the hills near Rómenna. Cries of despair rang from the city but he hardened his heart. They could give no help to their countrymen. As the sea drowned Númenor, Isildur allowed a single tear to fall down his face. He and…
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- Immediately upon leaving King's Landing, Daemon and his company were faced with a choice. Where should they go now? Aegor Bittersteel offered the hospitality of his kin in Stone Hedge in the Riverlands but Quentyn Fireball suggested that they go instead to the Reach as they had far more friends there that would gladly house them and the kingdom was much more enraged by Daeron II's actions than the Riverlands. Quentyn knew his fellow Reachmen well and knew they'd be as infuriated as he about the ludicrous…
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- With the establishment of the Black Swords and the Knights of the Round Table at the dawn of 190 AC, Daemon now had his knights and they were quick to act. Donations flooded in from all of the affluent members to equip and feed their burgeoning chivalric army and the Black Swords organized themselves into an efficient and orderly chain of command underneath the Knights of the Round Table, one based not just on birthright and status but on merit, fame, competence as a knight, chivalric character, and the…
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- The storm was instantaneous as soon as the ravens sent forth from Stone Hedge began reaching their destinations all across the land. A furious uproar thrummed across every corner of Westeros at the outrageous, unprovoked, and dishonorable attack upon the party of a Prince and Princess of the Realm and the threat to the lives of their young children. It broke all norms of decency, chivalry, and law, and many who might once have risen for the Spears now began declaring neutrality or outright for the Swords…
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- Author's Note: Hello there! This particular story explores the concept of Daemon Blackfyre taking his King Arthur Pendragon parallels all the way to their peak logical conclusion, hence the reason for the title, which is one of the epithets of King Arthur (or is in Fate/stay/night at least lol). Technically an SI/transmigrator facilitates this, but you can imagine it as an AU if you like because unlike most SI/transmigrators, this story is written purely as a historical text, like Fire and Blood or World…
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- First Moon, 205 AZ Corlys Velaryon It was a fine and pleasant morning that greeted Corlys on the last day of the first moon of the two hundred and fifth year of the Age of Zaldilaros, or as Westerosi would refer to it, the two hundred and ninety-eighth year of Aegon's Conquest. For his own part, Corlys had decided to enjoy the fine morning in the best way that he knew how. Eluding or rescheduling as much of his lessons and responsibilities that he could so he could climb up to the parapets of the highest…
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- Third Moon, 132 AC Rhaenys How did it come to this? That was the question Rhaenys had asked herself every waking moment since that day. How had it all gone so wrong? Why did she have to suffer like this? She had lost everything. Her husband, her children, two of her grandchildren, a cousin, and a nephew. Her dragon was gone and even her very body had been all but destroyed. The broken ribs and other injuries might heal one day, but the burns would always be a permanent scar and her right hand would…
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