Nerd In the North 7-6

III-21: A New Dawn – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ The hall was filled, but not bustling.  Knights and retainers sat stiffly, their armor gleaming but their hands gripping goblets a little too tightly. Servants moved quickly, heads down, as if expecting a blow to fall…

Nerd In the North III Greg knelt there in the snow, shaking, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that had nothing to do with the cold. The sword hung limp in his hand, the blade still stained with the blood of the men he had just… He knew he couldn’t stay there, on his…

III-3: A Red Dawn – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg stumbled out of the house, his legs unsteady and squinting as the sunlight clawed at his eyes like tiny daggers. One hand raised to shield his face as cold air slammed into him as if…

II-24: Dread Lord – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –The ancient stones of the Dreadfort whispered beneath Roose Bolton’s boots as he strode through its shadowed corridors, each measured step echoing with the weight of centuries. High above, massive oak rafters stretched like the ribs of some…

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A silver stag hung high over the Frostfangs, the full moon pale against a dark sky thick with endless stars.  This high up as the world rushed by, wind carried knives of ice that could kill a man; chill enough to chew through wool and boiled leather both.  Even so, it stopped at skin and…