Nerd in the North 7-1

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…

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…

Seawater stung at his face, salt and spray forcing him to blink, as the letter from Robb crumpled in his grip. The parchment was long damp with sea mist, ink bleeding at the edges. Robb’s trust, he thought the words as his fingertips pressed harder against the words.  Pyke was as he remembered it, the…

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3-14: Dreadful II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Guts smirked, leaning back like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a freezing, exposed ruin surrounded by god-knows-how-many enemies. “We don’t have walls. Of course we’re exposed. It’s war.” Greg didn’t answer. his fingers curled absently…

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,…