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Viserra First Moon, 98 AC A zealous army marched forth from a pale fortress. As numerous as the stars, they waved silver-green banners and chanted for victory as they marched ceaselessly towards the sea where a great fleet of ships awaited. Suddenly the banners faded into embers, the army into ashes, and the ships into cinders floating upon the sea. The pale fortress burned, its splendor igniting into flame, its silver towers melting into a sea of rising tides. Dragons roared in the sky, and the earth…- 606.6 K • Completed
- Ninth Moon, 130 AC Baela "Pay attention," she lectured her children who were fidgeting and muttering to their siblings and cousins. They stood in an exclusive and elevated place of honor near the Father's statue in the Myrish sept and the congregation's eyes were on them as much as they were on the clergy carrying out the service. "Is there even any use in any of this though Mother?" her second son Daemon whispered a protest. "It's all just pointless posturing and pageantry. How much do we really believe…
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- Eighth Moon, 109 AD (8 AC) Aegor The glass candle flared to life, an unpleasant bright light that sparked seemingly out of thin air rising from the top of a twisted piece of red obsidian, with dark sharp edges. The colors became all strange. White became as bright as freshly fallen snow, yellow gleamed like the gold of the Rock, reds burned like flames, and shadows were devouring black holes that consumed everything around them. All around the room, Aegor saw several other lights flare to life and twist…
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Author's Note: Hello there! This particular story explores the concept of Daemon Blackfyre taking his King Arthur Pendragon parallels all the way to their peak logical conclusion, hence the reason for the title, which is one of the epithets of King Arthur (or is in Fate/stay/night at least lol). Technically an SI/transmigrator facilitates this, but you can imagine it as an AU if you like because unlike most SI/transmigrators, this story is written purely as a historical text, like Fire and Blood or World…- 36.8 K • Completed
- 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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- 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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- Sixth Moon, 109 AC Daeron The winds buffeted against Daeron as his dragon folded her wings and dived toward High Tide. He could hear the screeches of the dragons behind him and turned his head briefly to catch a glimpse. Laena was quick on their tail astride Shrykos and not far behind her were Jace and Luke atop their own dragons, fighting to not be last. A prod he felt seemingly inside his own mind from Terrax through their bond nudged him to pay attention to where they were going. With this high-stakes…
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- Second Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) The Black Tyrant “Faster!” one of his ironmen captains shouted as he whipped a mewling thrall who was struggling to carry the boulder up the steps leading up the colossal curtain wall. Around him thousands of men were hard at work carrying more boulders as well as bundles of arrows and barrels of tar up to the battlements. Many were also being whipped for their pathetic snail’s pace just as the first thrall had been. “Weak,” his eldest son Harwyn…
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- Daemon Velaryon Fifth Moon, 61 AC Winter had ended a few months ago. It had been short but terrible. Crops had failed across the realm, famine had spread, and blizzards had reached as far south as Highgarden. Worst of all was the plague that had come with the winter. The Shivers. A man could feel cold one night, mistake it for the chill of the wintry air, and be dead by morning. Soon a shivering will begin, one that will worsen until teeth chatter and one's arms, legs, and whole body will convulse and…
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- The cool ocean wind blew over his sun-kissed face. Far above, he could see the small white specks, seagulls, flying free with their wings. Once he had dreamed of soaring in the clouds just like them, but as he grew up, he knew that he would never attain that dream. In its stead he chose the sea, proud and untameable. Perfect for him. He was Tarondor, Crown Prince of Arnor, mightiest and greatest of the kingdoms on land, and when he ascended the throne, he would extend Arnor's power to the seas as well. His…
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