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Ninth Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) The Grand Captain Ser Edric Cuy almost cried for joy. The Stoney Sept, one of the most famous and sacred septs in Westeros was finally in sight and soon it would be restored to communion with the Faith for the first time in over a century. For far too long Ironman savages and Valyrian heathens had occupied the town and the sept. No longer. Today, Edric would liberate Stoney Sept from the oppression of the so-called ‘House Scales’ and their Targaryen masters. ‘First…- 269.0 K • Ongoing
- First Moon, 89 AC Alyssa Her sister's screams tore through the air, shrill and brutal. Alyssa winced. She knew that pain very well, had experienced it thrice herself. She lied on a great canopy bed, red satin and velvet adorning pristine white sheets she was currently crumpling as her fingers squeezed in pain. Her little sister Viserra, Princess of House Targaryen, Lady of House Velaryon, rider of Dreamfyre, and yet for all those lofty titles, not even she could overcome the birthing bed so…
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- Dear Uncle, I know that we were never close but I hope that you would be willing to read my words and hear my plea. The power of the Sceptre has been usurped by the Council and Lord Tarannon of Minas Anor, the Steward, usurped my power through force of arms. I fully admit to my youth and inexperience. Uncle, I need your wisdom to guide me. If you wish it, I offer you a full pardon and permission to return to Arnor to help me put things in order. Your Nephew, Beleg Elendillion, High King of Arnor. Cirion…
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- Jaenara was woken from her sleep by the screams of the men and giants, the people, her fellow dragonlords immolated. Their gazes were judgmental, accusing, demanding to know why she had stood by and done nothing. Even now, three days after the execution, the memory still troubled her, plaguing her with nightmares that deprived her of sorely needed sleep. She got up from her slumber and sat on the edge of the bed, head in her hands. It was at times like this that Túrin's words five years ago came to…
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- Hindsight is 20/20 as they say. I've improved significantly, incredibly, as a writer since I wrote LOTK so I thought, I'd write a sort of appendix, a sort of finisher. An analysis of sort of some of the arcs I wrote and overall what I think I could have done to write it better in hindsight, and if I wrote LOTK again now (not that I intend to) what could and should I have done instead? If you guys are interested, you could stick around for this little essay of mine. So where to begin? At the start I…
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- Third Moon 109 AC Viserra Nine years had passed since her family had moved back home to Driftmark. In those nine years, Corlys and her had worked hard to prove that their people's faith in them was not misplaced. They had strived to rebuild Driftmark's shattered economy in a myriad of ways. First of all, they had reined in their defiant vassals; Wendwater, Bar Emmon, and Sunglass. All three had had little choice but to accept their invites to several feasts on Driftmark celebrating House Velaryon's return…
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- First Moon, 132 AC Baela Her heart pounded in her chest as they flew through the darkness. The only thing lighting their way was the full moon in the sky above and the glow of the glass candles in their saddles as they scryed their enemies and communicated with their allies. Herself, Jace, Rhaena, and Laena carried those glass candles and they flew at the front of the formation to guide Corlys and Serra who flew behind them. It weighed on her mind, knowing what they were here to do. In the distance, barely…
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- Sixth Moon, 116 AD (15 AC) The King of Hardhome He sighed in honest, earnest relief, when they finally set sight on Hardhome. It had been a terrifying few months, filled with more fear than he’d felt in fourteen years, since the last time he’d been in the presence of a dragonlord. Just as he knew they always would, the Targaryens had finally come for the North, for Brandon Snow, and the sheer scale of the brutality and savagery unleashed by both sides was unreal. Tyrannical heathen dragonlords and…
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- 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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- 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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