“A h-hundred thanks, m’lord.” The blue-white light of a simple Cure faded away as the scruffy older man stood just a bit straighter, eyes wide and watery as he looked down at his hands. “You’re welcome, Col.” “M’lord knows my name!” …yeah, I know your name. You… you introduced yourself. The smile on his face…
“Sword and spear rattleth tonight. Blood of men floweth ‘cross many a na~tioooon.” The cave was dark, damp, and probably home to at least six species of spiders Greg didn’t want to meet, but it had a roof and that was really all Greg needed from a hideout . “These fools shall be crushed with…
Many a time, if not all, there was a task laid upon his not-quite-broad shoulders. The act of noticing often passed others by, as simple as it was, leaving such a laborious task for him to bear. While he could venture many a conjecture as to why — possibly bad air up so high causing…
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” More than just air was screaming in Greg’s ears, the shriek of the wind drowned out by the even higher-pitched shriek coming from directly over his right shoulder. Unfortunately, he couldn’t really be mad about that, considering it was his fault as the momentum from his jump carried him high and far over the…
Arc 5: Interlude III The sun was a bastard, useless as the thing crawled its way up but bringing no warmth with its weak light. Mance Rayder, King Beyond the Wall, stared up at it for a moment, wind pulling at the grey in his brown head of hair, eyes tracking the camp that was…
Mud, horses and ambition; a mix of all three coated the air of Bitterbridge like a perfumed maiden; the blend entirely unexpected for how sweet it sat in his chest. The Baratheon of Storm’s End breathed it deep, the raw, earthy scent of a hundred and twenty thousand men and their beasts a grounding weight…
Arc 5: Interlude II The smoke on the horizon was a thin, grey smudge against a sky just as dull; another village burning at the hands of the Lannisters forces. The youngest daughter of House Tully stood at the window of Bitterbridge Keep, finger tracing the weathered stone as her thoughts rested heavy on her…
Castle-forged steel came down, the blade of the Night’s Watch wreathed in orange fire he’d pulled from somewhere deep in his gut. Simple steel it was, but it served well enough as the fire and force carved through rotted flesh gone frozen. The dead thing stumbled back, blue eyes flickering the way marsh-lights did before…
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…
Sansa scrambled backward from the window seat, silk rustling as her hands pressed into velvet cushions, trying to put space between herself and the blood-spattered guy who’d just turned her door into kindling. “Who are you?” Her voice trembled, like a glass of water during an earthquake, but it wasn’t anywhere close to breaking. “What…
