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Corlys Velaryon is a man of legend. He has begun a new Age of Enlightenment and Exploration, of revolutionary new ideas, and incredible innovations that have made travel at sea faster and more profitable than ever before. But progress is not without consequences. In this changing world, can Corlys continue to guide House Velaryon to its promised high tide? Has a TVTropes Page! Beware…- 6.8 K • Nov 11, '25
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- First Moon, 102 AD (1 AC) The Ranger Commandant Crowley and his fellow Rangers watched from a distance as the King and Queen blasted through the Golden Tooth with their dragons. The sight of Balerion and Meraxes in all their awesome power never failed to amaze him. Their preparations for this war had not gone unnoticed and the Golden Tooth had been fortified and reinforced with almost ten thousand men, many of them veterans from the campaign in the Iron Islands. They were under the command of Lord Roger…
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- Eleventh Moon, 101 AD (1 BC) Visenya “At ease,” Aegon said with a smile. The councilors who had risen to greet them all relaxed, though by decorum none took their seats until Visenya and her siblings did. Her son Aerion and her niece Valaena meanwhile went to the nearby table and began pouring cups of wine from the pitchers to serve to them and each of the ministers. The two of them had started serving as the council’s cupbearers this past year so that they might observe and learn how to govern…
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- Chapter Text Third Moon, 101 AD (1 BC) Aegon As they approached Seagard, he held Aerion tighter in his arms with a mischievous smile on his face before he urged Balerion into a few sharp turns and sweeping rolls. His son’s excited cheers and shouts lightened Aegon’s heart before they finally came in to land at the castle. “When will Valaena and I be able to fly on our own Father?” Aerion asked him as they dismounted from Balerion and climbed the rope ladder down to the ground from his…
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- Ninth Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) The Lion Prince They saw it long before they reached it. Five black towers stretching high into the sky in the distant horizon beside the waters of a lake so large it looked like the sea. It was another two days’ ride after that before they finally arrived though. Had he been any other man, his jaw might have dropped in shock at the sheer size of Harrenhal’s walls and towers. They rose as sheer as cliffs and as high as hills and even the gatehouse was larger than some entire…
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- Sixth Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Visenya The Hall of a Hundred Hearths truly lived up to its name. There were fifty hearths on each side of the hall, spaced ten feet apart, all of them lit and blazing with fire in a desperate attempt to warm the massive space. Smooth slate floors on the ground led up to great marble walls and colored and clear glass windows in the galleries above that lit up the room alongside the blazing hearths. The great hall could feast an army and that was exactly what they were going to…
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- Third Moon, 97 AD (5 BC) Aegon Harrenhal’s colossal curtain walls rose as sheer and high as mountain cliffs from the flat fields, made out of black stone but so immense that in parts they were discolored and fissured. Atop the battlements, the wood-and-iron scorpions looked as small and numerous as their namesakes. Behind the walls rose five enormous towers, with the two tallest in the center not even complete yet but imposing nonetheless. Had he been any other man, perhaps Aegon would have been…
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- Third Moon, 118 AD (17 AC) Aegon “Magnificent, aren’t they Your Grace?” the handler asked excitedly. The man in question was one of the many demands he had made of Volantis as the annual tribute for staying out of the wars in Essos. He had asked that they send him a few of their most capable elephant handlers and trainers in advance before he had conquered the North, anticipating that they would soon be very necessary. “They are indeed,” Aegon could not help but admit, feeling even a little…
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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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- Sixth Moon, 116 AD (15 AC) The King of Hardhome He sighed in honest, earnest relief, when they finally set sight on Hardhome. It had been a terrifying few months, filled with more fear than he’d felt in fourteen years, since the last time he’d been in the presence of a dragonlord. Just as he knew they always would, the Targaryens had finally come for the North, for Brandon Snow, and the sheer scale of the brutality and savagery unleashed by both sides was unreal. Tyrannical heathen dragonlords and…
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