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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,…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- 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 waves pounded onto the rocks below, crashing against the stone and eroding them away, little by little. How much had those rocks changed in the last four thousand years Nimloth wondered. Were they different now from what Elendil saw? At least one Queen of Arnor had died upon them, throwing herself from the Amon Erain in grief. Were the rocks she died and broke upon different now than they were then? Supposedly her body was never found, the sea had swallowed it and the water washed the blood away,…
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- Braavos burned throughout the day, the following night, and into the next day. It was only in the afternoon of the second day that the fires had at last gone out. In its wake only ruin and destruction were left, that and a steady stream of refugees. Despite their wanton destruction, the Valyrians had not destroyed the aqueduct, which countless fleeing refugees had used to make their way to their position. In time the area had been filled with refugees with the group they had formed being just one among…
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- And behold, the Third War began with a sudden flame! Dagor Bragollach we named it, for the legends of old. The name was fitting… too fitting. 4441 E.L The Titan of Braavos was always an awe-inspiring sight to see; a massive bronze statue and stone fortress that guarded the entrance to the lagoon that held Braavos. Centuries ago, the Braavosi had commissioned Arnorian craftsman to build it after the Unveiling and it still stood to this day as a symbol of Braavos's might and its defiance to any would be…
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- 4397 E.L They had failed. Three years of war had seen the Arnorians slowly pushed up the Rhoyne before the advancing Valyrian army. It hadn't helped in the slightest that the Valyrians could attack from Norvos and Qohor as well as Volantis. In many ways, the war had been over the moment Garin had lost, yet still they had fought on. The Arnorian forces had shed their blood, sweat, and tears to defend their allies but with the fall of Ny Sar, the war was all but over. Aragost was very much not looking…
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- "Keep your wits sharp men, and your eyes peeled on the sky," Aragost ordered his men. The original plan, based on their last communication with Garin, had been to land at Volantis, either to help Garin assault the city, or help him defend it from the expected Valyrian counterattack. That entire plan had all gone up in flames, quite literally. A day after contact was lost with Garin, the Arnorian armada had been hailed by a number of Rhoynar commanders. They had reported that most of Garin's army had been…
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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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