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5000 E.L There was a strange saying in Arnor. Doom is an old friend. It was quite a dark saying but it was true. Doom was a concept their people were very familiar with. If one traced their oldest legends, the story of the Silmarillion was that of doom, the doom of the many ancient realms, the doom that befell Beleriand, the doom that gave them Elenna the Blessed as home before it was taken from them. It was the doom of Númenor that had brought them to Westeros. For five thousand years, doom had…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 4803 E.L "And there is nothing more that can be done for her?" Arassuil asked, desperate but also resigned. "I am sorry, Your Highness. Our healing arts are among the finest in the world, but we have never been able to cure old age. Her time has come. For one not of the Line of Elendil, she has lived very long indeed already," the healer said. Arassuil sat back down into his seat, his head in his hands. The healer was right of course. For someone not of the royal line, two hundred and ninety-seven years…
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- Artys Arryn counted seven thousand through the far eye. Seven thousand invading troops that had come to take Strongsong and end their rebellion in the bud. They very well could he knew. For all the prestige his taking of Strongsong had brought him, it had not been enough for all the forces opposing his cousin and her Arnorian masters to fully rally to him, with many either fighting on their own or choosing neutrality over a fight they could not see themselves winning. He needed to prove them otherwise. And…
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- This isn't what I wanted, Rodrik thought as he rode to parley with his niece. All this pointless death and war wasn't supposed to happen. Once more Arnor had brought war to the Vale, he thought bitterly. It was a thought that reverberated throughout the Vale, he knew, the discontent at Arnor putting them through yet another war reaching a boiling point. And yet, while he cursed Arnor for doing so, he cursed himself just as much. He had failed, he knew. And his failure had cost the lives of his brother and…
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- 4546 E.L "I am his and he is mine," his daughter said before the Arnorian Prince leaned in to kiss her. Roland clapped as did all the other guests when the newlywed couple kissed. Though outwardly congratulatory and celebratory, he did still have some misgivings about the match. His daughter was only forty years old, middle-aged for the commoners of the Vale, but for the nobility who had the Blood of Númenor running in their veins, that was exceptionally young. Her new husband was three times her age and…
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- 4451 E.L. In a blast of dragonfire, thousands were incinerated instantly, their dying screams haunting all who heard them, but Aravorn unflinchingly sent more soldiers into the grinder. If the war was to be won, they had to win here. The Arnorians had driven Valyria back beyond the Rammas Rómen and reclaimed all their pre-war territory but the Valyrians still had one last drop of strength assembling in the Rhoyneland, one last army they could use to attack the Rammas again, and so his father had ordered…
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- 4447 E.L A train of wagons and carts trekked along the Arnorian-built roads, guarded by a platoon of Valyrian kataphractii. Their destination was the Valyrian encampments located deeper within the province of Tálnandor. They would not however be arriving at their destination. At Boromir's signal, the Arnorian cavalry made their presence clear, charging for the convoy and luring away the kataphractii who galloped to intercept. At that moment, the remaining Arnorian forces revealed themselves and attacked…
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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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- 4444 E.L It was evening in Braavos. Gaemon Gryvetheon, Archon of Braavos, one of and leader of fifteen dragonlords assigned to the defense of the Valyrian colony of Braavos was seeing to his dragon. He stroked Aegion's grey-white scales gently as his dragon nudged her snout into hands. The bond between rider and dragon was a strange one, one that linked emotions, feelings, and thoughts. A dragon would respond to its rider's need and a rider could be affected by any harm done to their dragon. Some said that…
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- The hardest choices require the strongest wills. A massive water spout rose from the river, shielding the fleet as the dragons dived in to blast them with fire. Aragost ducked to the side to avoid the massive splatter of water as it fell upon the ships, knowing it would likely be painfully hot. The moment the water spout was gone, the Arnorians counterattacked with the usual hail of arrows and bolts, driving off the dragons. "Quickly men! The dragons will be back! We need all our men and supplies on the…
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