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    • High Tide, Chapter 51: Doubts and Basilisks

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      by Tertius711 Fifth Moon, 114 AC Gael Daemon was off somewhere in the city, no doubt indulging in yet another day of revelry and celebration with his men now that he had finally been reinstated to his post as Commander of the Watch. She was happy for him. Her husband's reinstatement was a result of her efforts. She had been working hard to convince Aemon for years and it had finally borne fruit after she had pointed out how well behaved Daemon had been with regards to the Velaryons in the past few years. He hadn't even…
    • High Tide, Chapter 52: The Ghosts of Gogossos

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      by Tertius711 Tenth Moon, 114 AC Jacaerys "They're opening another vault?" Baela asked. "It seems so. I'm thinking of taking a trip down there to watch as the survey team goes in this time," Jace replied. "This time? You mean every time. You always do that," Baela teased. "Can you blame me? It's the most exciting thing that happens these days," Jace retorted. Why would he not want to follow along to see how the exploration and excavation efforts were going? Overseeing the daily tasks and chores of their camp like…
    • High Tide, Chapter 37: Homeward Bound

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      by Tertius711 First Moon, 100 AC Viserra They had left Driftmark to conquer Tyrosh in the eighth moon of the ninetieth year since Aegon's Conquest. It was the first moon of the hundredth year now. Nine years and five months that she had spent away from her true home. Nine years and five months since she had last seen that wondrous isle. Those years had changed Viserra greatly. She was not the foolish and reckless young girl that had conquered a city anymore. The passing of time and her experiences had wizened her, aged…
    • High Tide, Chapter 45: Family, Duty, Honour

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      by Tertius711 Sixth Moon, 109 AC Jacaerys They had left King's Landing within a day of his altercation with Daemon. His mother and Lucerys had refused to speak to him at all the day they returned to High Tide and even after that their few limited interactions had been curt and cold. He wasn't exactly sure what his younger siblings thought. Daeron and Laena were certainly upset about his recklessness and their consequential separation from their friend Aegon but they seemed to be supportive of him against Daemon overall…
    • High Tide, Chapter 46: The Ties that Bind

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      by Tertius711 Sixth Moon, 109 AC Daeron The winds buffeted against Daeron as his dragon folded her wings and dived toward High Tide. He could hear the screeches of the dragons behind him and turned his head briefly to catch a glimpse. Laena was quick on their tail astride Shrykos and not far behind her were Jace and Luke atop their own dragons, fighting to not be last. A prod he felt seemingly inside his own mind from Terrax through their bond nudged him to pay attention to where they were going. With this high-stakes…
    • High Tide, Chapter 47: The Nuptials

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      by Tertius711 Seventh Moon, 113 AC Baela Targaryen The festivities that had been planned for her and Rhaena's wedding were rather ostentatious in Baela's opinion. Maybe even too much so. All the pageantry and splendor one would expect from a royal wedding was to be on display. Neither her uncle or the Velaryons had spared the slightest expense, both families were eager to show off the full extent of their wealth and power. That wasn't just her estimation though, she'd heard her uncle, Archmaester Vaegon, sigh and cite…
    • High Tide, Chapter 48: The Tourney

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      by Tertius711 Seventh Moon, 113 AC Baela  The tourney that was thrown in celebration for her and her twin sister's wedding was as grand as the wedding ceremony that preceded it. Apparently the tourney was greater and grander and even more expensive than the one which had been thrown to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of her late grandfather's reign in 98 AC. Not that Baela remembered that particular tourney though, she had only been a one-year-old at the time. The day immediately after her wedding had been a day…
    • High Tide, Chapter 35: Loose Ends

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      by Tertius711 Viserra First Moon, 98 AC A zealous army marched forth from a pale fortress. As numerous as the stars, they waved silver-green banners and chanted for victory as they marched ceaselessly towards the sea where a great fleet of ships awaited. Suddenly the banners faded into embers, the army into ashes, and the ships into cinders floating upon the sea. The pale fortress burned, its splendor igniting into flame, its silver towers melting into a sea of rising tides. Dragons roared in the sky, and the earth…
    • High Tide, Chapter 36: Slaver’s Bay

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      by Tertius711 Viserra Seventh Moon, 98 AC "Dracarys!" Viserra commanded as Dreamfyre dived. Instantly, a column of blue flames emerged from her maw. A rain of fiery death pouring from the sky. Within minutes, the enemy fleet had been reduced to smoldering planks and cinders burning on the sea. Fools, Viserra thought. The Ghiscari had forgotten the might of dragons and had thought to defy them yet again. She looked back to her fleet which now sailed north for Velos completely unopposed. Corlys must be disappointed that…
    • High Tide, Chapter 32: Morghon

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      by Tertius711 Second Moon, 92 AC Viserra Corlys had dreaded this for months, and now that it had come at last, Viserra finally understood just a little why he had been so worried. Tyrosh was in flames. The loyal Ser Jaremy had described how the arrest of a Tower had turned sour, and now a massive mob was rioting and tearing through the city. Their call to arms was a roaring chant of death. "Morghon," they cried, calling for death; death to the infidels and heretics, death to the tyrants and usurpers, and death for…
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