Chapters
Fifth Moon, 103 AD (2 AC) The Gardener Mern could not help but smile at the sight before him. With a few words and a kiss, his eldest grandson and namesake had just secured the keys to Storm’s End for the Reach forevermore. He almost envied him. Argella Durrandon was quite the beauty, and the kingdom she was heir to even more so. Mern ruled the Reach as the Ninth of His Name, but when his grandson ascended his throne, he would rule both the Reach and the Stormlands and perhaps even more as Mern the…- 269.0 K • Ongoing
- Sixth Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Aerion Targaryen “Aerion, come up here and demonstrate for your siblings,” his mother commanded, gesturing ever so slightly to the slab of obsidian resting on the stone mound. “Yes Mother,” Aerion answered obediently, walking up to the obsidian before his mother raised her hand. “Before Aerion starts, would anyone like to give their thoughts on what he’s doing? You can put your hand down Valaena. I know you know. Let your younger siblings learn for once,” his…
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- Seventh Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) The Builder “Blane! Take a seat!” Darren said as he walked into the tavern. He smiled at the sight of some of his colleagues playing cards and drinking at the table in the corner. He took his seat and got dealt into the game once he finished ordering his meal and drink from the waitress, a rather cute and mousy young woman. Blane entertained the thought of asking her name before his colleagues cut him off with inquires after his day. “How was work today?” Darren…
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- Seventh Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Rhaenys They almost made it too easy, Rhaenys could not help but think. Almost the entirety of the Vale’s army had massed at the Bloody Gate, cramming its battlements and barracks to the brim and filling the valley behind it with their tents. They stood in a perfect formation, ready to throw back their own army marching up the road, as they had thrown back and bloodied every invader in history, earning the gate its name. But they were not like all the other invaders of…
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- Ninth Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Visenya Gulltown was in flames. A brutal battle was underway as its defenders fought fanatically, street by street, door by door. The Faith had had too long to spread its insidious roots inside the city and far too many of its Militant were still at large, riling up the townsfolk and garrison alike. Even after the two branches of House Shett had defected to their side for promises of land and vengeance upon the Graftons who had reduced them to mere knights, Visenya and her…
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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…
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- First Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) Aegon Balerion roared as they approached Wendwater Bight, the seat of House Wendwater on the mouth of the river from which they took their name. Vhagar, to their left, answered in kind as they converged upon the castle, espying the banners laying siege to it. Three were most familiar and prominent among them. A triple spiral of red, blue, and green on white, a leaping blue swordfish on fretty silver and white, and a ring of seven seven-pointed gold stars on a field of white.…
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- Second Moon, 108 AD (7 AC) Aegor Targaryen Their entire family watched nervously as his mother went to work, carefully using the glass candles to reach into the minds of his elder siblings and try and call them back from the darkness their minds had been lost in. There was a pin-drop silence in the room, none daring to disturb his mother’s concentration for fear that it would have dire consequences for their loved ones. That was why even his father and aunt were only watching. Mother was by far the…
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- Eleventh Moon, 110 AD (9 AC) The Gardener Hopeless. That is what the situation had become. Simply hopeless. Sometimes Mern couldn’t help but curse the Seven. Why had their Faith called them up into this pointless war? Why had they ever been so foolish as to think they stood a chance? The Targaryens were advancing on all fronts. The North had been devastated for their own actions against the Targaryens and had fallen into civil war, their allies in the Westerlands and the Vale had long since been…
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- Third Moon, 112 AD (11 AC) The Warg King “There there, I’m happy that we could come to… an understanding,” Brandon said slyly. Wrapped in his arms, Lady Jonelle Hornwood nodded slowly, her mind becoming foggy and affectionate as the bond solidified between them. “You understand now right my dear? The North needs a strong hand to bring it back from the brink; to save it from all the debauchery and violence it has had to endure these past four years. It needs, me.” “Yes, yes you are…
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