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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…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- 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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- In this fourth volume of the Annals of Kings, we will examine the lives of the Kings of Arnor who oversaw the greatest wars in our history and their aftermath. This is a time spanning seven centuries, an era marked both by a new rising in Arnorian power and by great losses and tragedies that the nation had no choice but to overcome to survive. Having recovered from the Dark Years, the centuries of weakness that had followed the Kin-Strife, the renewed Arnor had turned its gaze upon a rival which had…
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- "Peace is only an armistice in an endless war." - Thucydides "Mother? What are you doing out on the balcony, you should come in." "I saw you racing with your siblings on your dragons earlier," her mother said. Jaenara was changing out of her racing breeches into a more comfortable dress and replied, "Did you? It was so amazing Mother! I could feel the wind all over my face! It was exhilarating. It's a pity I didn't win, but Terrax is quite big and slow and I'm quite inexperienced so they said it was…
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