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The legends, histories, and lore to be found in the sources for this text are very extensive. Only selections from them, in most places much abridged, are here presented. At the time of the writing of this text in the year 5700 since Elendil's Landing, there have been forty and one High Kings of Arnor, descended in an unbroken line from father to son from Elendil of old. As the lifespan of the royal house is some three to four centuries the average reign of the kings has been around 120 years, although…- 309.2 K • Completed
- "Keep your wits sharp men, and your eyes peeled on the sky," Aragost ordered his men. The original plan, based on their last communication with Garin, had been to land at Volantis, either to help Garin assault the city, or help him defend it from the expected Valyrian counterattack. That entire plan had all gone up in flames, quite literally. A day after contact was lost with Garin, the Arnorian armada had been hailed by a number of Rhoynar commanders. They had reported that most of Garin's army had been…
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- "Another letter to Winterfell, Your Highness?" "Yes, thank you Rendil," Araphant answered the Rookery Master. The past eight months, Araphant had sent quite a few letters north to Lyarra, yet he had received no replies. It was coming to the point that Araphant was wondering if she was perhaps ignoring him as all his letters after his first, informing her that he was to wed soon, had gone unanswered. Araphant did not believe it was the work of any malice either as his letters to Elladan and his other…
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- Cirion They had been riding for weeks. Cirion was well aware that by now, all of Arnor had been sent missives from Annúminas claiming that he had killed his father and attempted to usurp his brother's throne. It mattered not though. For years, Earendur had shown Cirion favour in a way he had never shown either of his brothers. The Lords had seen it. Few could have seen the love between Cirion and his father and thought that he could have ever killed his father. And Cirion was not without his own allies…
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- Cirion "Keep your shield up, Ostoher, or I'll ring your head like a bell," Cirion told his young brother. In his efforts to train him into something passable as a warrior, Cirion had taken the effort to remove Ostoher from their mother's side that day and take him to the training yard. In Cirion's humble opinion, it was far past time for his younger brother's martial training to start and had begun drilling him a few weeks ago. Despite his best efforts, Ostoher failed to defend against Cirion's next blow…
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- 5420 E.L "Blessings on you and your family Princess," the woman said. Silmariën could only nod in response, feeling too guilt-ridden to say more. The poor in Morlond were starving and Silmariën and her younger sisters had taken up the responsibility of feeding them the rations, earning them much love and acclaim. It made her feel like a fake at times. They should be doing more to help these people, their people. What good was feeding them hard and small rations? Where had the once fabled wealth of…
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- It was so strikingly familiar. Almost half a century ago, Aragost had commanded another fleet in an amphibious landing. Now he did so again, leading a fleet far greater, against a host infinitely more powerful than that at Sarhoy. The waves rolled against the hulls of their ships as they sailed upon the ocean like swans on a lake. Their masts were like a forest upon the sea and as the rising sun rose in the east, it revealed the full scope of their armada. The armament that would reclaim East Arnor,…
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- Eighth Moon, 127 AC Alyssa With a hacking cough, she heaved more of her life away, throwing her whole body to the side of the bed in her agony. The years of stress and worry had taken their toll on her body, and ever since her beloved Baelon's death the previous year, the melancholy that had once plagued her had returned with a vengeance. She was sixty-seven years old. Both of her parents had lived into their 70s but Alyssa doubted she'd be able to match their accomplishment. She didn't want to match…
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- Angrendacil: 3600 E.L "Do you ever wonder, how things could have been if Father hadn't died?" he asked. His mother Amarië looked at him, "Every day." "You know what I have to do Mother. Could you forgive me?" "Does it matter? Whatever my answer is, you will do it regardless. Go Arahael. Do as you will. I have no power over you. I never did," his mother said bitterly. Arahael left the room, leaving his mother behind. His flagship was awaiting him in the harbour. Yet as he was still barely within earshot,…
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- 2993 E.L. Arvedui was feeling quite nervous. It was not often that the young prince defied his parents but this was one such occasion. He wanted to see the city. That is not to say that Arvedui had never been allowed into the city before, but it had always been with a large complement of guards, coddling him and keeping him from properly meeting the people or even experiencing the city properly. That was no good. Arvedui may be young, at five and ten years he was still a decade short of maturity, but he…
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