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3149 E.L His father coughed yet again, making Arvedui wince. Age was cruel, and not even the Dúnedain were immune to the passing of time. When their time came, they would age swiftly, going from the prime of their life to the decrepit frailty and senility of old age in less than ten years. And now over a century after his wife's death, Araphant would follow her into the afterlife. King Araphant was now a far cry from the imposing and intimidating figure he had once been. His hair had all turned grey, and…- 309.2 K • Completed
- "You wished to speak to me, Father?" Araphant asked as he walked into the office of his father, King Araval of Arnor. The man in question was staring out the window. "Yes, have a seat my son," Araval said. Araphant did as his father commanded, noticing as he did, a map of Westeros on the desk. "Tell me, what do you see?" Araval asked his son. "It is a map of the continent, Father. A map showing our great kingdom and the various petty and disunited realms of lesser men beyond," Araphant answered, confused…
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- "I can't do this anymore Jaenara. I watched your father turn from the man I loved into everything I hated. I won't watch you do the same, watch you become just like them, just another dragonspawn," her mother said. "Mother please!" But her pleas were for naught for Lina jumped off the balcony then and out of her daughter's life. In the present, Jaenara Belaerys woke from her sleep with a gasp. It was just a dream. Her mother had died many years ago but the memory had never faded, haunting her. As part of…
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- 4285 E.L It is said that lesser men defied the dragonlords of Valyria at their peril. Yet between Arnor and Valyria, who is lesser, and who is greater? Who is imperilled and who is the peril? The harbour of Vinyambar was bursting with warships. Men were hard at work, loading the necessary supplies and weaponry onto the countless ships that awaited them. It was only a short distance to the Stepstones, but they would be fighting no ordinary foe but rather beasts out of the Silmarillion. Dragons and all the…
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- The cool ocean wind blew over his sun-kissed face. Far above, he could see the small white specks, seagulls, flying free with their wings. Once he had dreamed of soaring in the clouds just like them, but as he grew up, he knew that he would never attain that dream. In its stead he chose the sea, proud and untameable. Perfect for him. He was Tarondor, Crown Prince of Arnor, mightiest and greatest of the kingdoms on land, and when he ascended the throne, he would extend Arnor's power to the seas as well. His…
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- 4278 E.L Some days, Jaenara Belaerys wondered why exactly she had chosen to adventure into Sothoryos. It was hot, humid, and disgusting and all she had ever found was jungle, mountains, and desert. Rinse and repeat. Of course she had had an ulterior motive for choosing to leave Valyria but when that was excluded, she found it hard to understand why she'd chosen, willingly to undergo the past year of grueling exploration. Perhaps she was simply unwilling to admit that she had left Valyria for her own…
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- 4394 E.L The sun was rising over the city of Ny Sar. Like all the Rhoynish cities, Ny Sar straddled Mother Rhoyne and her daughters and was said to be a city of fountains, alive with song and joy. Yet for Nymeria, Ruling Princess of Ny Sar, the sight of her beloved city no longer comforted her like it once did. As she looked down at the message in her hands, Nymeria could not help but fear for what was to come. To Her Royal And Serene Highness, Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar. As you no doubt have heard, the…
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- Third Moon, 123 AD (22 AC) Rhaenys “It all leads here in the end,” Rhaenys could not help but think as Hellholt came into view. In another world, another time, she had died here. She could imagine it in her mind’s eye. The scorpions bristling on Hellholt’s walls would unleash their deadly loads, a stray lucky bolt would pierce her beloved Meraxes’ eye, and they’d both plummet to their doom. If she was lucky, she would die on impact, and if not… Rhaenys did not normally like to dwell on such…
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- The old king could barely move now. Decrepit, senile, weak. Yet in his old age, lucidity enough he still retained to know what was happening. His kingdom, his beloved Arnor was fighting a war for its own survival. Arahad leaned on his cane as he stalked to the window on shaky legs. Fifteen years ago he had looked and felt like he was in the prime of his life, no older than a man of forty to lesser men. Yet when the time came for the Dúnedain to grow old, they did so exceedingly fast, like all the years…
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- The Stormlands were a bleak, rainy and windswept land. It was only fitting for the name they bore. Even the name the Arnorian people had given it in Sindarin meant very much the same. Celeb, Crown Prince of Arnor stood beside his father King Malvegil on a hill. The rain was lashing over their faces and they stood firm and unflinching, even as thunder rumbled over the bay. Before them stood the last bastion of their foe. Storm's End. The stronghold of Durran was truly impressive. Even when Celeb compared it…
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