Nerd In the North 6-20A

II-7: The Price of Fame II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg had gotten a few interesting receptions in all the towns and villages he had been in since he had shown up in Westeros. Most of them had been oddly hesitant about him, a…

3-8: A Lot Of – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The sun hung high in the sky, a dull orange coin right above the gates of Frostall. Far below it, Greg sat cross-legged against the rough wooden posts, right next to the spot where his sword…

Stone steps curved up into the keep’s guts, each one worn smooth in the center where centuries of boots had tramped the same path. Even as he snuck from alcove to alcove, ducking away and hiding in shadows, Greg couldn’t help but wince every other second at the sound of the scrape of his armor…

III-10: The First Ranger – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Every single footfall that resounded back toward his ears did so off ancient stone that had known the tread of ten thousand black brothers before him. His boots found the worn grooves in the floor without…

“Are we there yet?” Nature was pretty and all, the vistas and unspoiled elegance of the environment beautiful to look at, sure. Thing is, it all got tiring real quickly when you couldn’t full-tilt to your destination on your rusty-trusty horse. “Not complainin’, just sayin’.”  And part of what he wasn’t saying was that the…

(Last Chapter of the Royal Family in King’s Landing for this arc. Now, I’m going to sleep.) The chamber still stank of damp fur and candle smoke, the kind that clings to silk no matter how fine. Jaime shifted his weight against the stone pillar, thumb tracing the curve of his pommel like he was…