Nerd In the North 6-27A

II-8: The Price of Fame III – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg Veder woke, groggy but alert, his brain swimming through the last bits of sleep, even as something felt off. His body wasn’t ready to move yet, thoughts all slow and muddled like his…

Blood soaked into the collar of Greg’s fine blue tunic as the soldier seized his arm like it was a lifeline and he’d already let go once. The guy couldn’t have been more than sixteen, maybe seventeen if you counted the sheer volume of fear trying to punch through the grime on his face. Even…

Westeros never seemed to change. The geography and the people; just a constant wave of misery. No matter where they went, it seemed like the whole of the Crownlands was falling apart at the seams. Every village they passed was a potential issue, some kind of monster sighting or bandit attack making him get sidetracked…

II-3: Sleepless Night – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The knight did. Assume he knew nothing, that is. And Ser Arryk told him everything he thought he would need to know. As Greg trudged through the thick, sucking mud of the woods, his boots making wet,…

The legs stood for a second longer, as confused as a bloody waistline could look, before slumping down to join the raping bandit’s top half. The woman screamed, a raw tearing sound that scraped the inside of Greg’s skull. More blood splattered her all over as she scrambled backward on hands and knees, feet digging…

II-25: The Prince – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The Red Keep stretched vast and lonely around Tommen, its towering walls of red stone reaching up toward the warm autumn sky like the illustrations of magic castles in his favorite books. He’d slipped away from his…