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3000 E.L. "Do you yield?" Argeleb asked. Arvedui scowled slightly when he looked at the sword pointed at his throat. "Yes I yield." "Excellent, I do believe that makes the score four hundred to none. An impressive figure If I do say so myself." "Yeah, if you're the one with four hundred." Arvedui retorted as he got up from the ground. Four hundred was likely an underestimation of Argeleb's victories against Arvedui in the training yard. After all, it was Argeleb who trained Arvedui in the way of the sword…- 309.2 K • Completed
- The crows had greeted them when they had arrived. Immediately after Ostoher's trial, Cirion had said his farewells to his family and friends, before boarding a ship for Barrowton. He had been immensely touched when many of his friends and soldiers had made the decision to follow him. By the agreement he had with Amlaith, only Cirion himself would be punished for his treason in the rebellion. All those who had followed him, almost a thousand in full, had made that decision voluntarily, out of their…
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- "The war was decided at Morlond. We just didn't know it." The past six months had been some of the bloodiest in Arnor's history. After all, not since the War of the Three Brothers had Arnorian weapons been turned upon Arnorian soldiers. Following his failure to take Annúminas, Argeleb had waited a while in Minas Ithil, watching the border carefully. When he was satisfied that Arvedui was not going to attack Minas Ithil, Argeleb departed, leaving a part of his army to defend the fortress. His next plan was…
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- Ondoher had been overseeing the Tircarnë campaign for the past few months. The past eighteen months had been full of bloodshed and carnage. Little by little, the Loyalist forces had liberated Raumdor at which point they had taken advantage of their encirclement with a simultaneous invasion of three provinces. Lord Pelendur and Prince Earendil marched on Ithilien from the capital, the King descended on Calenardhon from Morlond and Ondoher had moved into Tircarnë from Raumdor. The Loyalists held a greater…
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- Cirion was in Aglaran's former chambers. As his closest friend and also commanding officer, the task of sorting out his belongings had fallen upon him. Three months had passed since he had died. Sometimes he would stop and wonder if perhaps he could have saved Aglaran, if he could have found a way. Yet in his heart he knew that it was the right choice to leave his old friend. He could not let himself regret his decision. Cirion's return to the Wall had been lucky. Any longer in the blizzard and he would…
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- 3154 E.L Five years. That was how long this blasted war had lasted. Arvedui had not been the one to start it, but he would finish it. He owed it to those who had given their lives for the cause. The prisoners he had let die in Morlond, the friends he had sent to their deaths in Tircarnë, and everyone else who had died for him in this war. "Launch another volley," Arvedui commanded. It had been over sixteen hundred years since Arcalen had last fallen, and back then it had been named something else…
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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…
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- The Black Walls of Volantis were a sight to see. Even from here, they were so massive and intimidating that Garin could see them in all their splendour. Supposedly, they were two hundred feet high and were so wide that no less than six four-horse chariots could race atop the battlements abreast. No siege tower could scale them, nor could any siege engine breach or damage them in any way. They were, for all intents and purposes, impregnable. Had he been almost any other man, Garin would have despaired at…
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- "Victory? There were no victors at Morlond, just who lost less." "Have you come to a decision Your Majesty?" Lord Gaermegil asked him. They had occupied South Morlond for twelve days now. Despite their best efforts, the raids on their supply lines had not been alleviated in the slightest and in fact had intensified. Ever since the raids had begun, only a single convoy of supplies had reached them. They were going to starve soon. The elusiveness and skill of the raiders had made it clear to Argeleb that…
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- Garth Gardener He looked out the window to see the encampment of soldiers before him. Tents cluttered around the walls of Highgarden, stretching the camp a great distance outward. Men trained in the fields before the castle, readying for war. Smiths were hard at work preparing weapons and armour, swords and axes, hauberks and helms. The banners of his house, a green hand on a field of white, fluttered in the cool morning breeze, above banners of green, gold, and red, amongst others. Nearby, the Mander…
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