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Nerd In the North: 3-9
3-9: The People’s War – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The silence hit Greg like a physical thing, wrapping around his shoulders with all the subtlety of a weighted blanket made of pure awkward. His boots crunched through fresh snow, each step echoing way too loud…
Nerd In the North II-12
II-12: A Witch’s Ire – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg held the bloodstained straw doll loosely in his hands, his nose wrinkling. Every time his fingers brushed against the twisted fibers, they seemed to catch and drag across his skin like tiny hooks trying to…
Nerd In the North 5-15
The oak groaned under his gauntlets, or maybe that was just the sound his jaw made when he clenched it too hard. Five and a half months of this shit. Fingers drumming against wood because sitting still felt like admitting defeat, and Greg Veder didn’t do defeat. Not anymore. Not since— Focus. The great hall…
Nerd In the North 5: Interlude 1
Arc 5, Interlude 1: “The Lady of the Brightfort” “Kweh.” The morning mist rolled thick as Merrin’s stew, grey and slow as it poured over the white stone of the battlements. Grey eyes watched it all, a slight smile below them, as Lady Gwenevere of the Brightfort stood at the solar window. Her hand pressed…
Nerd In The North II-21
II-21: Blood on Snow III – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Her breath came in ragged gasps, misting briefly in the frigid air before dissipating into the dark as Gwenna rushed through the depths of the forest. Fear, raw and biting, clawed at her insides and…
Nerd In the North 5-16
“H-happy birthday to me…” The fire crackled in the center of their camp, orange light doing that weird dance thing flames always did when you stared too long. Most of the Stark men-at-arms had already rolled into their bedrolls hours ago, snoring like a bunch of broken lawn mowers. Tomard Snow and Wat huddled together…