Nerd In the North 6-29

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Day 10, 299 AC The cold was not new to Eddard Stark, son of Rickard Stark, himself the son of Edwyle Stark and so on for nearly eight thousand years unchanged, a persistance as unchanging as Winter itself. It was not so now and he knew that if he lived another five-and-thirty years, that simple…

Greg settled back against the weirwood’s trunk, white bark smooth and cold under his back, red leaves rustling overhead. It was amazing how creepy these trees were, like exceptionally weird down to the blood-looking streaks of red and the bone-white bark, and that wasn’t even factoring in the faces. Should’ve picked literally any other tree…

The parley had died in the throat of the morning, Renly Baratheon sending word to the approaching armies of his elder brother. What word he sent, she did not know. Even still, from the sight of Stannis’s forces, it was nothing good and certainly nothing kind.  Early dawn bled a pale gold across the Reach,…

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“What the…” Blue eyes opened and closed in slow careful blinks as the campfire spit angry orange sparks in the dead of night, wet hood hissing like a dry snake right in front of him. “Wha…” Gregory Veder’s mouth hung open as another blink left him in near-silence, a half-chewed strip of salted beef stalled…