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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…- 269.0 K • Ongoing
- 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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- "Push forward! We are soldiers of Arnor, we will not allow this fortress to defeat us!" Túrin ordered to his men as they charge toward Tyrosh. Under the Admiral's orders, Tyrosh had been mercilessly bombarded for the past few days with a storm of boulders and arrows that endlessly fell upon the city's defences. Though the walls emerged unscathed, the morale of the city's defenders had doubtlessly fallen. Their siege towers reached the outer walls of the city this time and their battering rams had reached…
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- Cirion could only stare in horror. There was no name, in Sindarin nor Quenya, for that which stood before him. The Men of the West had never had the misfortune to encounter one before but those they ruled, the Casterrim, and the ever elusive Children had called them the Others, White Walkers. Cirion drew his sword, and so too did Aglaran beside him. There would be no time to string their bows. With a sudden burst of speed, the Other charged at them, deftly sweeping and thrusting its blade. Elegant,…
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- Second Moon, 88 AC Alyssa Targaryen Alyssa Targaryen was the eldest daughter. Had been since the moment she was born. Eldest, but not firstborn. In another life, a sister she had never met might have held that lofty position and not her, and Alyssa would have been glad for it. Her shadow lied over her even now. The spectre of a child long dead and in her heart Alyssa still felt lacking in comparison. Daenerys had been the eldest daughter her family deserved, Daenerys would not have abandoned her younger…
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- Isildur "How has this never been discovered?" He asked Maple. She had lead him to a weirwood grove deep in the forest. "This is where my people and I speak with them. We have never worshipped them but men mistook our veneration for worship and followed our example." Maple said, not quite answering his question. Isildur beheld the weirwood tree. Its bark was white but in his own mind its beauty paled in comparison to the White Tree. Unlike the sapling of Nimloth, the leaves and sap of the weirwood were as…
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- Elendur The ironwood forests were a sight to behold. Decades ago, his father, King Valandur, had obtained ironwood saplings and seeds from the lands north of the Neck. Fruits and grain had been seen as more valuable to the northmen than the hardwood at the time, and so they had accepted the deal gladly Now, dozens of years later, Elendur walked in the forests his father had planted, marvelling at the height and girth of the black-wood trees. Ironwood had been so desired by Arnor for its strength and…
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- His queen had been a fair and noble lady, but short-lived according to the fate of lesser men, and the Dúnedain feared that her descendants would prove the same and fall from the majesty of the Kings of Men. --- Lord of the Rings, Appendix A 3030 E.L. He was dressed entirely in black. In some cultures, to wear black and only black meant you were grieving. Black symbolized grief, symbolized mourning, and anguish. It was to be expected after all, Arvedui had always known that his mother would die long…
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- She was hiding under the bed. The scary men had come and attacked her home, so she had run and hid under Daddy's bed. She didn't know what had happened to her daddy or her older brothers. Allana was scared. She had been scared ever since yesterday, when the army of the bad men had showed up. They had thrown these huge rocks at the walls until they had broken. "Allana, we're going to play a game alright? We're going to play hide and seek alright? And no matter what you must stay hidden, do you…
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