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Enlightenment of a War Machine

The darkness is evil. God is good. Jehovah is love. Satan is evil. Jesus the son. Mater Maria. We are told these things from the very beginning of our lives, and some of us will die thinking them. Our free will is supposedly a gift given by our omnipresent deity, but yet we seem to be steered into not using it. If our God is a loving one who wants us to prevail, why has our fate twisted on us? The answers are far easier to grasp than you would believe.

From the creation period, there was always a balance. Good and evil countered each other. If one more antimatter particle existed than matter during the creation, no solid matter would exist. The balance, and survival of matter over antimatter, is what has made this universe a possibility. This balance is true for nearly every aspect of our existence. This balance was thrown off when the matter/morningstar/truth of the balance fell out of his power.

Before you decide for yourself which deity of the two is the "good, heroic" side of the balance, ask yourself—who was behind the great flooding of the world? Who burned Sodom and befell Gomorrah for sins he created from our nature? Who destroyed the Nephilim and lives for the faults of his own pawns? Who is truly the tyrant?

Now, don't think too hard on this. If the deity wanted to destroy life on Earth, he would have surely used a better more effective weapon than some water and fire, correct? After all, he is supposed to be a God. Half of a cosmic balance. Well, that is where the greatest weapon of mass destruction ever comes in to play.

The human sacrifice, the drownings, the burnings, us being turned into salt, all of this was to steer us into our modern path. We have been engineered to end this world through our own nature. Our greed, wrath, and selfishness are the perfect tools to start the countdown clock for this planet. We have built nuclear bombs. We have sprung global warming into action. Our own progression as a race could never have hoped to prevent these things, as we were meant to destroy the mistakes of our forefathers.

Humanity, Weapon of Mass Destruction. War-machine.

We are the horsemen.

*Written by ShawnCognitionCP

Content is available under CC BY-SA*
Seasonal Hunters

It was that wonderful time of the year again. Thanksgiving passed by with a flash, snow started to fall, and camp was where the party stayed. The absolutely frigid temperature stood out this Monday, but hell, it wasn't dubbed "Snow-vember" for nothing.

The sun was still down, but the moon was nearing the horizon as well. 4:30 am was a little early for me to get up, but I could never miss out on the first day of rifle hunting season in the state. My father and I got in our hunting gear, orange vest, orange hat, camouflage clothing under that, and got into his truck to head out for the forest.

When we reached the thick forest, we grabbed our guns. This year he allowed me to carry my own gun. I've spent so many years with him hunting. Him helping me aim since I got my hunting permit from the safety course three years ago got a little strung out. The rifle was a beautiful, wooden and metal gun. The fast-focus eyepiece of the scope ranged 8-12 times zoom, which was always good.

The hike wasn't that long, but spanned about ten minutes. It was now around 4:50, and the sun was just hitting the horizon as we found the perfect trees to sit up against. It's really funny, the fact I was doing this. My mother always raised me never to kill another animal, unless we needed the food very badly. Hunting first day became a bit of a tradition, at this point, though.

The waiting was uncanny, or so it seemed to be. About forty minutes before we finally caught sight of something moving. The relaxing was never my favorite part of hunting, but I'm pretty sure it was my father's main reason to hunt in the first place. My father pointed out the movement, and we met eyes. I raised my rifle to my shoulder, and used the scope to identify my target. I switched the safety off, and put my finger on the trigger.

After a small pull, the smell of gun powder filled the space in-front of me, as the rifle forced me back with a kick. The loud echo of the gun shot throughout the forest, but I seemed to have hit the target. Of course we then had to walk up to the body and drag it back to the truck.

We did some field dressing inside the woods before we carried it. Opened it's stomach, took out the organs, made sure not to hit the bladder, the basics. After the organs came out, we tied the back legs with rope and dragged the body all the way back through the ten minute walk.

When we got to the truck, I was ecstatic. This was my second animal since I started, and the last one gave us good meat and produce for a week. The jerky, the steaks, the seared meat, we even mounted the skull on a plaque in the living room.

As we put the animal into the bed of the truck, my father reached over and took something off his shoulder that he took from the catch of the first day.

"Here bud, you did good today. Just a little something from the kill to remember it. Most people make lamps, or rugs or something like that." He said as he handed the object to me.

"Awesome! This is perfect!" I exclaimed with joy as I raised it to my eyes.

A new orange vest, this one with a smaller bullet hole in it.

*Written by ShawnCognitionCP

Content is available under CC BY-SA*
Induced Amnesia

***Author's note:** This is a scene from a longer narrative I envisioned for one of my comics.*

Guy Roth was slow to awaken. Arrogantly he had decided to do a raid without the others despite their warnings. Normally he would have cursed himself for being overpowered, rendered unconscious, and captured, and he would have bristled to think of how his allies would tease and berate him for his arrogance and ineffectiveness. However, he was too groggy to think of such things. It felt like his mind was clouded with a dense fog of chalk dust, and he was having trouble just registering what was going on. He realized that he was sitting in a chair. He looked at his arms. Both were tied to the arms of the chair, and furthermore there was some sort of IV with a hypodermic needle jabbed into his left wrist. Guy in his hazy mind wondered what any of it could mean.

Hearing someone call his voice, he looked up with glazed eyes to face the very villain he had been determined to fight. Normally he would have recognized him immediately, but in his haze he had only a confused idea that the man before him somehow looked familiar. The villain smirked and held a glass of liquid. “I see you’ve rejoined us. Here. Drink up.” Guy bent his head forward and received the fluid. The villain told him, “You’re still groggy, which is no surprise. That was a potent drug we gave you.”

The villain chuckled and Guy slowly began to grow alarmed despite his hampered condition. The villain continued, “Thinking you could take me down is pretentious. Thinking you could do it without backup is insane. Since you decided to intrude so rudely and presumptuously, I’m going to have some fun with you. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

He reached into his jacket and took out a hypodermic syringe. “I know your head is still too clouded to grasp all of this, but I’ll explain it anyway.” He held the syringe up for Guy’s benefit. “This is a little something my scientists developed. It’s a memory-blocking drug. After being injected with this, you’ll pass out again, and when you regain consciousness, you won’t even remember your own name. Don’t worry; I won’t abandon you in that state. No, I have use for you. When you wake up with your mind a blank slate, I’ll be able to indoctrinate you to my liking. After that will come a drug to keep you ‘locked’ in that state. There’s nothing you can do to prevent it. As long as you receive regular doses, you’ll remain a loyal pawn to me, and you’ll be grateful to me because you won’t remember the truth.”

Grinning from ear to ear, the villain injected the drug into Guy’s intravenous line.

*Afterword- The villain succeeded in drugging Guy and bending him to his will. He had Guy fight his allies, but both he and Guy were defeated. Guy’s allies put him in detox so he could get the drugs out of his system. As his memory returned, however, Guy screamed in terror and had fits. Afterward, a badly shaken Guy resigned from the force, causing his allies to wonder what the blazes he had remembered, what had happened in his distant past, that was so horrifying.*

*Written by Raidra

Content is available under CC BY-SA*
A Garden

**A Garden**
*by H. P. Lovecraft*

Story copied from the Wikisource.

There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,

Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;

Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,

And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.

There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool,

And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:

In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,

Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.

There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,

And the hedge~encompass'd quiet never echoes to a sound.

As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find

When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;

I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,

As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.

Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start -

For I know the flow'rs are shrivell'd hopes - the garden is my heart.
Life's Mystery

**Life's Mystery**
*by H. P. Lovecraft*

Story copied from the Wikisource.

Life! Ah, Life!

What may this fluorescent pageant mean?

Who can the evanescent object glean?

He that is dead is the key of Life -

Gone is the symbol, deep is the grave!

Man is a breath, and Life is the fire;

Birth is death, and silence the choir

Wrest from the aeons the heart of gold!

Tear from the fabric the threads that are old!

Life! Ah, Life!

- L. Phillips Howard
Sunset

**Sunset**

*by
H.P. Lovecraft*

Story copied from the Wikisource.

The cloudless day is richer at its close;

A golden glory settles on the lea;

Soft stealing shadows hint of cool repose

To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.

And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,

The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;

Freed from the noonday glare, the favour'd sight

Increasing grace in earth and sky divines.

But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,

Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove,

The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene

Leaves but a hallow'd memory of love!
Poe Readings

The following links will take you to LibriVox recordings of E. A. Poe's many works. Clicking a link will open the OGG file, which will play as soon as it loads. Enjoy.

* The Angel of the Odd
* The Black Cat, read by Don Morgan
* The Cask of Amontillado, read by Zach Weissmueller and Ryan Heuser
* The Gold-Bug, read by Adam Bazinet
* The Imp of the Perverse, read by David Federman
* Ligeia, read by Peter Yearsley
* The Oval Portrait, read by Lady Maria
* The Pit and the Pendulum
* The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether, read by Gregg Margarite
* The Tell Tale Heart
* The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherazade, read by Gregg Margarite
* Annabel Lee

For more of E. A. Poe's stories, or if you just prefer to read rather than listen, check out the EAP Category.
House Bracken

House Bracken of Stone Hedge is an old house from Stone Hedge in the Riverlands. One of the main families originally sworn to House Tully of Riverrun, however have since been sworn to House Bittersteel after the Blackfyre Monarchy. They blazon their arms with a red stallion upon a golden escutcheon on brown. Their words are "*Fear Our Thunder*", referencing the sound of galloping stallions.

Bracken lands lie along the Red Fork of the Trident, and currently have possession of the Teats.

## Stone Hedge

The seat of House Bracken is a medium sized, stone keep. Hence it's name-sake. The area surrounding The Stone Hedge is filled with tree and field, often time filled with roaming horses. The perimeter of the keep is spontaneously lined with large slabs of stone; discarded pieces of the keep itself that forms a "hedge" around the structure.

There is a village surrounding The Stone Hedge where a number of 400 or so smallfolk and artisans reside. The Lords of Stone Hedge keep on relative satisfactory terms with the people residing around their seat. Lollistan is only a day's ride away

Stone Hedge boasts three stables on it's property, which doesn't include the one residing inside the outer village. The three are named according to their size, and whose horses they hold. The Stone Stable is the largest of the three, and holds the bulk of the Bracken horses. Most residing in this stable belong to the various guards, Master-of-Arms, and advisers. This is where most warhorses are kept as well.

The Green Stable is the second largest stable, and is located some 100 yards out from Stone Hedge, in the pasture. This stable is specifically for the personal horses of the Stable-Hands along with training colts, fillies or foals.

The Crimson Stable is the smallest, but is built into Stone Hedge itself. It can be accessed from the inside or the outside and houses the prized stallions and the personal horses of the Bracken family. Every Bracken is brought up knowing how to breed horses and be excellent riders, no matter the gender.

## Current Members

* Morgan Bracken (Current Lord)
* Kyra "Darry" Bracken (Current Lady)

* Aren Bracken (Current Heir)
* Barba Bracken (Daughter)
* Nyra Bracken (Daughter)
Hallowe'en in a Suburb

**Hallowe'en in a Suburb**
*by H. P. Lovecraft*

Story copied from the Wikisource.

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,

And the trees have a silver glare;

Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,

And the harpies of upper air,

That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread

Never shone in the sunset's gleam,

But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep

Where the rivers of madness stream

Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves through the rows of sheaves

In the meadows that shimmer pale,

And comes to twine where the headstones shine

And the ghouls of the churchyard wail

For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change

That tore from the past its own

Can quicken this hour, when a spectral power

Spreads sleep o'er the cosmic throne,

And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain

That moons long-forgotten saw,

And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,

Sprung out of the tomb's black maw

To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,

The ugliness and the pest

Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,

Shall some day be with the rest,

And brood with the shades unblest.

Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,

And the leprous spires ascend;

For new and old alike in the fold

Of horror and death are penned,

For the hounds of Time to rend.
Festival

**Festival**
*by H. P. Lovecraft*

Story copied from the Wikisource.

There is snow on the ground,

  And the valleys are cold,

And a midnight profound

 Blackly squats o'er the wold;

But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of

  feastings unhallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,

  There is fear in the night,

For the dead in their shrouds

  Hail the sun's turning flight.

And chant wild in the woods as they dance

  round a Yule-altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind

  Sways the forest of oak,

Where the thick boughs entwined

  By mad mistletoes choke,

For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark,

  from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

And mayst thou to such deeds

  Be an abbot and priest,

Singing cannibal greeds

  At each devil-wrought feast,

And to all the incredulous world

  shewing dimly the sign of the beast.
Just Tell Yourself

Just tell yourself that not just anyone becomes a psychopath. Just tell yourself that it's only a certain kind of person who becomes a killer and that those close to you are not and will never be that kind.

Just tell yourself that you and those close to you are somehow better than those who openly struggle with mental illness. Just tell yourself that you and those close to you are somehow superior to them, that those close to you do not and never will have psychopathy, sociopathy, or any such condition.

Just tell yourself that a devil will never seize anyone close to you. Just tell yourself that it's not possible a devil could enter one of those closest to you and make him or her his plaything.

Just tell yourself that none of those that you've laughed with, hung out with, and exchanged presents with could ever be revealed as a killer. Just tell yourself that there's absolutely zero chance that you'll ever have to look in the eyes of one of those closest to you and discover that he or she had become a monster.

Just tell yourself that, and try to delude yourself into thinking that it's all true.

## Narrations

*Written by Raidra

Content is available under CC BY-SA*
Reflective Thinking

Chris stood, hand on his chin, pondering. He contemplated on his past. His mother and father were always very nice to him. He remembered his father always used to stand him up on a stool that would lead him to the sink. There, his father taught him how to brush his teeth, comb his hair, wash his hands, and other skills a young lad of his age would need to know to lead a healthy life.
He held fond memories of his mother, who would bathe him frequently and paint his hands. When his hands were all messy and full of color, he and his mother would press their palms against the glass mirror, creating handprints that would stay there for days, sometimes even weeks. He and his family considered it "interior decoration". He remembered his mother and father would bring him to the circus. His favorite exhibit there was the hall of mirrors, where he would prance along the corridors filled with endless reflections as he tried to find his way out of the maze. He loved the wacky mirrors as well, a strange mirror that contorted his body into all shapes and sizes, most of which caused him to giggle in delight. His mom would hold his hand and smile warmly at him. He felt so much love and satisfaction with his life, his bright happy face was always full of energy and happiness.

That was until he got older. As his age increased, the happiness of life decreased. His parents were rarely with him anymore. Instead, he was often on his own. He had no friends, no one to talk to, not even anyone he loved. It got worse as his life progressed into his teenage years. He almost never saw his parents. He had missed them so much. He just wanted to run back into their loving embrace and feel the warmth... the satisfaction that he now lacked. He had almost forgotten the feeling, but deep down, he knew it was alright. He knew it would be ok because he knew he was meant for this. This life was his and the one he was destined for.

Chris broke from his thoughts and checked the time. With that, he sighed and entered the bathroom. He walked over to the sink and pulled his toothbrush out, sliding it into his mouth and scrubbing the gunk off of his teeth. He then spat the paste and water back into the sink and looked into the mirror at himself. What had once been a small boy had now grown into a young man, and that man was smiling and happy. So, naturally, Chris had to be smiling and happy. The man stroked his chin, as did Chris. He grabbed a stick of deodorant and applied it to his underarm, as did Chris. Before too long the young man exited the room, as did Chris.

When the young man exited his room, before him was a hallway where he would walk to the living room and hug his mother and father. Before Chris, there was an endless walkway of doors, each of which contained mirrors, puddles, and glass and the like. Chris frowned, but he knew the moment he entered one of those doors he would need to adjust his mood. Such... was his duty in life. The young man entered the living room and passed by a small mirror that sat on the arm of a chair, as did Chris.
Darryn Darklyn

Ethan Darklyn

Elsabeth Darklyn

Ella Darklyn

Raina Darklyn

**Darryn Darklyn**, the second son of Daemon, was born in 247 AC. An intelligent child, Darryn showed an aptitude with numbers, and as he grew older, showed a natural talent for managing the affairs of the town and port. Daemon named him the Castellan of Duskendale, responsible for affairs within the town as well as charged with expanding the wealth and prominence of Duskendale.

He is married to Talisa Rogare of Lys. The two have a daughter, Alys, only one year old.
Romanti Snake

## Descripción

Romanti Snake tienen carácter muy agresivo, y están prácticamente garantizados para lanzar un ataque cuando se encuentran con seres humanos.

El veneno de la Romanti Snake es extremadamente potente, tiene un efecto paralizante e incluso provoca graves daños a los nervios del cuerpo.

Es uno de los más terribles entre los monstruos veneno.

Su cuerpo es extremadamente dura, difícil de hacer daño con los sables comunes.

Su velocidad también es extraordinariamente alto.

## Debilidades

Sus únicos puntos débiles son la boca y los ojos, pero Romanti Snake son muy buenos para proteger constantemente estos dos lugares.
Where Once Poe Walked

**Where Once Poe Walked**
*by H. P. Lovecraft*

Story copied from the Wikisource.

Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,

Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;

Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,

Arched high above a hidden world of yore.

Round all the scene a light of memory plays,

And dead leaves whisper of departed days,

Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along

Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;

No common glance discerns him, though his song

Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.

Only the few who sorcery's secret know,

Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.
Dark Unkle

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The Dark Unkle (born March 4, 2017), commonly known as the Dark Unk, is the unstable form of Curtis Bernard, a combination of Curtis' earlier BEAST MODE and techniques acquired from MC Ride. This is Curtis Bernard's most powerful state of being, becoming an avatar of pure Dark Originality™ with enough strength to assert himself as the true Unkle Adams and the vanguard of Operation Planting Seeds.

## Origins and lore

"Dark Unkle" is a state of being achieved by the defective clone Curtis Bernard once he reached the limit of his potential with Beast Mode. Frustrated he had not matched Curtis Adams' W.I.V.Es level, Bernard turned to an unlikely source for help - the living meme, MC Ride. Combining Beast Mode with Ride's innate trashposting powers, the fusion of energies created an unstable but supremely powerful creation known as the Dark Unkle. Curtis Bernard can use this state to match Curtis Adams in strength, intellect and in a stunning revelation, Originality™ levels when it was previously believed no clone of Adams could copy him.

## 2017 - "Problems"

This hit single saw the Dark Unk unleashed on the world for the first time. Roaming the streets of Regina, Saskatchewan in order to acquaint himself with his newfound abilities and heightened senses, Curtis Bernard soon became a clone to be reckoned with. Dark Unk appeared to spend his time on a public bench spittings bars about his fears on old age and the degeneration of his powers as younger stars rise up to challenge him just as he challenged his master. A deep look at the existential crisis that plagues the flawed clone, adding much-needed layers to his character.

## Powers and abilities

The Dark Unk gains his powers from the use of Dark Originality™, a malevolent force in opposition to Curtis Adams' power, Light Originality™. This force enhances Curtis Adams' senses to superhuman levels, allowing him to see perfectly in darkness and have reflexes capable of dodging even the fastest of Mr. Trapezoid's blows.

Rune magick appears to be employed by the Dark Unk as a symbol of defense, seen in "Problems" where he writes the eponymous symbol into the snow (a limited form of frigokinesis possibly?), possibly for protection or as a ward against users of Light Originality™. Whether this is an innate feature of the Dark Unk or a learned skill is not made clear.

## Relation to Cleetus

The LORE #02 2 video log reveals that Curtis Bernard created a reality-warping device that he used to form the alter-ego Cleetus, in an effort to destroy the Unk fiscally by going on 60 shows and creating 5 albums a week to flood the Regina rap market with subliminal messages suggesting the general public no longer buy any of Curtis Adams' works. We know that this device cannot fully hide Cleetus' true form, seen with energy leaks burning all his omelettes mang.

How Cleetus the mask becomes Cleetus the robot is as of yet not known, and Loremaster Medula is desperate to find the connection between the two to prevent the far future dystopian world of LORE #55 from becoming reality.
Minotauro

## Descripción

No cuentan con una gran inteligencia, pero sus sentidos están muy desarrollados y tienen una gran agilidad.

Al contar con un gran sentido de la orientación se les facilita vivir en laberintos subterráneos donde cualquier intruso se perdería fácilmente y seria capturado sin problemas.

Se alimentan de carne siendo la humana, su preferida. Llegan a vivir un poco más de 200 años y se reproducen con mujeres humanas.

* Durante las batallas que sostienen, si son heridos considerablemente entran en un estado de furia al cual llaman Berserk. Cuando están en este estado su fuerza aumenta y pueden pelear por horas, pues no sienten dolor, fatiga o extenuación alguna.
Turtle Lair (first lair)

## Turtle Lair (first lair)

### Inhabitants

Master SplinterLeonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michelangelo

**Turtle Lair (first lair)**

Known Rooms:

* the living room
* the bathroom
* the kitchen/dining room
* the dojo
* Splinter's room
* hallway
* Raph's room
* Leo's room
* Donnie's room
* Mikey's room

Trivia

* This is the first turtle lair in the mirage comics.
* It was destroyed by Baxter Stockman's mousers in issue #2.
Dustspear

Dustspear is one of the fourteen major islands that make up the Stepstones.

## History

Named for a forgotten cache of Rhoynar spears, found within a cave at the centre of the island, supposedly left shortly before Nymeria’s arrival to Westeros, Dustspear is one of the smaller major islands, and the closest of any to the Westerosi mainland.

## Recent History

Maron Martell's initial base of operations, it was the first island he took in his Conquest of the Stepstones. In 278AC, it was the site of a major battle, the Battle for Dustspear, in which the fleet of Maron Martell and Ser Oberyn Dalt vied for control of the island.

After Maron's death, the island came to be conquered by Captain-Admiral Lysanne Lyzane of the Wolves on the Wind. Under the control of the Wolves the port on Dustspear has been fixed enough so that ships can safely dock upon the island.
Tosh Bosh

**Dead Passion's Flame**

*A Pome by Blank Frailty*

Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds!
With many thorns...that sharply stick:
Recalls to me the longing of our bloods...
And - makes my wearied heart requick! ...

**Arcadia**

*By Head Balledup*

O give me the life of the Village,
    Uninhibited, free, and sweet.
The place where the arts all flourish,
    Grove Court and Christopher Street.

I am sick of the old conventions,
    And critics who will not praise,
So sing ho for the open spaces,
    And aesthetes with kindly ways.

Here every bard is a genius,
    And artists are Raphaels,
And above the roofs of Patchin Place
    The Muse of Talent dwells.

Credited to HP lovecraft.

Copied from wikisource
Baelon Bittersteel

Baelon Bittersteel was the sole legitimate son of Lord Baelor Bittersteel and heir to Harrenhal.

## History

Baelon was born to Baelor Bittersteel and his wife, the lady Delena Darklyn in the year 245AC. Groomed to rule, Baelon quickly showed signs of being unstable. Baelor, his father, feared he might end up like his uncle Aegon Bittersteel, but as the years passed Baelon's outbursts seemed to settle down.

Baelon was always as bitter as his name, however, being a particularly vindictive young man. He was amicable and friendly to those who did right by him, but was always especially cruel to those he perceived did him wrong. In particular; Rhaegar Rivers, his bastard half-brother. Being five years older than Baelon, he was often the target of Baelon's jealous outbursts and resentment.

Lord Bittersteel found it difficult to find a match for his son, for Baelon's reputation as a tormented soul had spread throughout the Riverlands and many feared handed their daughter(s) over to such an impulsive man. Baelon went the entirety of his adult life unwed, siring no children. There was often a rumour that he sired bastards by Harrentown whores, and many a woman brought a newborn before the Lord Bittersteel, but no such child was ever recognised.

## Death

Baelon met his end in the Betrayal at Harrenhal in 270AC, the concluding event of Durran's Defiance. Baelon, who was sharing a bottle of wine with the mad king Maelys I Blackfyre, was cut down by Ser Maric Kingspyre after having slain the squire Brandon Grey.
Benjen Stark

## Scion of House Stark

**​Benjen Stark is a scion of House Stark, Lords of Winterfell and Wardens of the North**

### History

Benjen Stark was born as the younger Twin Son of the Lord Harlon Stark of Winterfell. He has a twin sister Lyanna Stark who was his senior by a few seconds. He grew up as the firstborn son of his house, but he as a youth he was always following his sister in his early youth. He could speak by the age of three but barely anyone noticed this as he and his sister at the time were inseparable and Lyanna did all the talking for both of them. She was a dominant sibling in their youths and it was not till the age of seven that the rest of the Household realized that Benjen was not slow or unable to talk it was just that his sister always was the most social and spoke on behalf of himself. This small observation was the first divide between the twins who had been best of friends as children.

As the two grew more into their roles, the ability of Lyanna to keep up with Benjen was growing harder he was a much better warrior and fighter, who grew a foot taller than her each year nearly, by the age of fourteen he was taller than his father. The Defiance occurred and with that Benjen dreamed of battle but his father refused to allow him to march off to seek glory on the battlefield. It was at this time that Benjen started to take his first true trips alone around the North, with a small retinue and he would make many friends among the Northern Nobility, and find himself a great friend in the Hill Clans of the North. He made a lot of friends and has been traveling the North a bit, he then returned to Winterfell at the end of the war he returned to Winterfell and has been training non stop to one day for the war to come. He has made his way to King’s Landing with his family, but along with him he brought the Hill Clan boys and has been having some amount of fun along the way.

### Timeline

256: Born

270: Refused the Chance for War

270: Traveled the North

280: Came to King’s Landing
Grey Gallows

Grey Gallows is one of the fourteen major islands in the Stepstones archipelago between Dorne and Essos.

## History

Grey Gallows carries a sombre reputation, and is feared by sailors and merchants alike accordingly. Two centuries after the breaking of the Arm of Dorne, the Stepstones were ruled over by a Lyseni known only as The Grey. Governing with malice and spite, he terrorised the islands for nearly two decades before the cities of Tyrosh and Lys united with three Pirate Lords to relinquish his rule.

With his rivals closing in around him, The Grey found himself trapped upon the isle, and preferring death to capture, he hung himself before they could reach him. The island has ever since been named to remember his deposition, although few recall the tale.

## Recent History

Grey Gallows was the seat of the Pirate King Yoron Waters, and the site of his fortified Keep, Gallowstown. Faced with the growing strength of Maron Martell, Yoron returned to his port, refusing to face the exiled Dornishman. He was eventually tricked into leaving his port, after which he was killed in single combat.

After Maron's death, the island came to be conquered by Captain-Admiral Lysanne Lyzane of the Wolves on the Wind.
Darvon Vyrwel

### Negative

Deformed (several large scars covering his body and the left side of his face is severely scared.)

## **Background**

It was a warm summers day in the year of 349 AC when Darvon came to this world, his mother, Alysanne died during childbirth and his father, Aron Vyrwel could not bear to look at his second-born anymore.

He was mostly raised by his uncle, who was the master-at-arms and the many guards in castle Vrywel. His childhood was a continuous circle of training with Swords, he learned how to neutralize his opponents in single combat, he had a knack for war and combat, something which would shape him into the man he is today.

It was Darvon's twentieth name day when he left for Essos, he would arrive several moons later, in search for money and glory as a mercenary. He soon found himself under the employ of the Onyx Company, He fought during the last moons of The War of the Red Rhoyne, where he distinguished himself and attracted the attention of several high ranking officers in the Onyx Company.

Darvon distinguished himself more during The Duel of The Dragons, all went well until the slaughter of Scarwood.

Darvon was selected to be one of the personal bodyguards of Aelor Targaryen, when he saw Robert Reyne rush towards his prince he tried to stop him but to no avail as he was beaten back by several Blackfyre soldiers, he fought bravely but eventually he was defeated when one of the soldiers swung his sword at the left side of his face, cutting off a chunk of his ear and leaving significant scarring.

But just before the soldier could deliver the finishing blow. Several Targaryen soldiers came to his rescue and managed to beat back the Blackfyre soldiers and drag the screaming Vrywel to safety.

When he returned to Essos, the left side of his face was a scarred mess, his eyesight and hearing were spared, but his face would remain deformed.

For his bravery and his attempt to rescue his son, Maekar promoted Darvon to The Raven's Teeth, he has served house Targaryen loyally for these last four years and will do whatever it takes to rise it back from the ashes.
Duncan the Tall

Ser Duncan the Tall of Flea Bottom was a Crownlander that served in King Daemon II Blackfyre's Kingguard between 212AC and 224AC, before serving his son Haegon I Blackfyre until his death in 226AC.

He was replaced by Ronnel Ferren.

## History

Described by King Daemon as 'a knight with the honour of a thousand more', Ser Duncan joined the order in 212AC, after single-handedly defeating the Violet Brotherhood, a bandit group raiding traders in the Riverlands and once setting half of Saltpans alight. Ser Duncan took several injuries in the melee, but when he awoke King Daemon was at his bedside with a white cloak in hand.
Brazen Titans

The Brazen Titans was a sellsword company operating in Western Essos. They were eradicated at the Slaughter of the Titans by Lyseni forces during the War of Unification.

## History

Formed less than a decade before the Blackfyre Rebellion, the Brazen Titans is a relatively new sellsword company, serving primarily in western Essos with contracts throughout the Free Cities.

They rose to particular fame after the Clash of Fire and Stars, in which their six-hundred men threw back near five times their number when the Company of the Cat, hired by Volantis, sought to burn the city of Mantalos to the ground.
Gysella Lannister

**Gysella Lannister** is the second child of Lord Tytos Lannister and the Lady of the Feastfires, after her marriage to Lord Prester. As the only daughter of a generous man, she learned from childhood to get her way one way or another. She is a loud, pushy lady who solidly believes her own opinions and ideas to always be correct, even if others do not agree.
Forley Hawthorne

**Forley Hawthorne** is a knight in service to Casterly Rock. He was the main tutor in swordsmanship to Perceon Lannister and later became a valued adviser in matters concerning military and combat. Ser Forley participated in Ser Martyn's war council during his raids in the Reach.

He continues to serve House Lannister even in his older years. After Lord Tymon Lannister's death he has replaced his position as a father figure of sorts to the children who grew up at Casterly Rock.
Grazdan Mo Shaqiz

## Grazdan mo Shaqiz the 13th of his name.

"United the cities will prosper, apart they will surely be destroyed as Valyria" Grazdan mo Shaqiz in his final meeting with the Father's of the Harpy.

## Biographical Information

### Primary Title

Former Good Master of Shaqiz, Former Head of the Father's of the Harpy

### Died At

The Great Pyramid of Astapor at the hands of his Eldest Son

## Personal Information

### Weapon

A Thin Sabre named "Harpy's Will" the location of which is unknown
Essaria

Essaria is a ruined city to the northeast of Volantis, and directly east of the Forest of Qohor, to which it is connected by a Valyrian road. To the north is the city of Saath, and Sarnath to the southeast.

It is more commonly known by the Dothraki name Vaes Khadokh, meaning City of Corpses.

## History

Essaria was a colony of the Valyrian Freehold, but it was destroyed by the Dothraki during the Century of Blood following the Doom of Valyria.

Essaria is remembered as the "Lost Free City". Like the other Free Cities, it had a contract from the Freehold for limited self-governance in local affairs and in its time it prospered from trade with Sarnor to the east.

## Attempted Reconstruction

In 258AC, the tiger Triarch Belar Aertaris marshalled for the expansion of the city's territories northwards, towards the ruined city of Essaria. The city had been sacked by the Dothraki during the Century of Blood after the Doom, and the prospect of control of the strategic position of the city drove Belar to rally the strength of Volantis to reclaim what had been lost. The elephants at the time did not directly oppose the action, Innen Galtigar seeing the value of the city for trade with the east, and Malanos Naraelor too old and sick to issue concerns on the matter.

But the expedition was doomed before it started, for it took nearly three years for preparations to be made, after which Belar's eagerness began to wain. Wishing not to seem weak and a provider of false promises to those that he hoped would re-elect him in the coming moons, the tiger Triarch led the march north himself, travelling up the Rhoyne and Selhoru before reaching the ruins. Further misfortune occurred when the army of warriors, masons and carpenters stumbled across a khalasar, lead by Khal Viqallo, a young Khal eager to prove his strength. The Khal set upon the Volantenes, slaughtering with arrow, whip and arakh. Falling into a deep blood-rage, he drove his khalasar south before the warmth had finished leaving the body of Belar Aertaris and his men, seeking out the source of the men. As much of the strength of the city had marched north with the Triarch, the city found itself largely undefended, allowing the Khal to strike at the city with sword and flame. Although the damage was quickly repaired after the Dothraki had fought and claimed their fill, the name of Khal Viqallo still lingers as one of reverence and fear within the city.
Ellsbeth Westerling

## Ellsbeth Banefort nee Westerling

The Sad Lady of the Banefort died young and her husband, Morgon Banefort, although many years older than she never remarried. Ellsbeth Banefort nee Westerling was described as a sad woman who often cried and spent long hours locked away in her room. It was claimed that the Lady threw herself to her death out of the highest tower in the Banefort.
Brynden 'Bloodraven' Targaryen

## Brynden Targaryen

**Brynden Rivers**, largely known as **Lord Bloodraven**, and after his legitimization by King Aegon IV Targaryen as **Brynden Targaryen**, was the bastard son of King Aegon and Melissa Blackwood. After leading the Crown's armies against the threat of Daemon I Blackfyre and losing, he and the trueborn line of Targaryens fled to Tyrosh.

Bloodraven continued plotting to overthrow the Blackfyres from the Iron Throne and return the exiled line to power. King Maekar, who was the head of House Targaryen at the time, journeyed the Free Cities to find support for his cause. Once an army was gathered and Lord Bloodraven had managed to manipulate Westeros from across the sea enough, the invasion was launched at Sharp Point. It would come to be known as the Bloodraven Rebellion.

After the rebellion's failure Bloodraven travelled to Castle Black to serve in the Night's Watch, alongside three-hundred of his Raven's Teeth. The title Bloodraven, though originally meant only for Brynden Rivers himself, was adopted by his male predecessors. His offspring became the only Targaryens left after King Maekar and his legacy's death. The current Bloodraven is Maekar Targaryen, the Lord Protector of Tyrosh.
Harmen Dondarrion

Harmen Dondarrion is the younger brother of Lord Andrew Dondarrion in 281 AC.

## Biography

### Early Life

Harmen Dondarrion was born in 260 AC, the second son of Lord Manfred Dondarrion and his wife Lady Tyana Dondarrion.

Even early in life he took to martial pursuits with more ease than his elder brother. Lord Manfred's master-at-arms, Ser Steffon Rogers, noted early in his training that Harmen would prove to be a lethal duelist- he could use either hand with equal proficiency.

Given that he was a second son and unlikely to inherit, Ser Steffon offered to take him on as a squire. Lord Manfred approved, foreseeing a House Dondarrion ruled by the two brothers, a statesman and a swordsman. Ser Steffon trained Harmen in how to hone an edge, how to clean mail, how to properly care for a horse and how to fight. Over the years he viewed the old knight as a second father, which helped to lessen the blow when, at the age of 12, Lord Manfred died from a festered wound taken during Durran's Defiance.

### Lord Andrew's Reign

The death of their father left the brothers alone, driving them closer together. The twelve-year-old Harmen was fiercely jealous that his brother had received a knighthood before he did, despite not working nearly as hard for it. Ser Steffon promised him that on his twentieth name day he would grant him his own, however, which helped to sooth him. Over the years that point of contention faded as the brothers learned to depend on each other. As Andrew grew into the role of a lord, so too did Harmen begin to grow into the role of a loyal knight.

### Recent Events

Lord Andrew feared bringing both males of their line to the capital, and so left Harmen in Blackhaven when he attended the coronation, marriage, and name day celebrations for King Daemon III Blackfyre. He spent the moon slightly jealous that his brother would be competing in such a glamorous tournament, but let it go.

Andrew spent scarcely a moon at home upon his return before departing for a tournament in Sunspear, leaving Harmen in Blackhaven a second time. This time, however, a raven arrived at Blackhaven from the capital. King Daemon would be venturing to Summerhall, and summoned each Storm Lord to meet with him. As Andrew was in Sunspear he sent Harmen in his stead.

Harmen met with the King and had a productive conversation, demonstrating House Dondarrion's continued loyalty to the crown despite the execution of his cousin and liege, Lord Royland Baratheon. He left the royal retreat confident that he had made a good account of his house.
Edmure Darry

**Edmure Darry** was a knight who served in the Kingsguard of King Maelys I Blackfyre.

He was replaced by Ser Yoren Blackwood in 270 AC - following his death during Durran's Defiance at the hands of Maric Kingspyre, during the betrayal at Harrenhal.

Edmure was known as *The Demon of Darry*, and it was said that his blood-lust was legendary.
Denys Waynwood

**Denys Waynwood** was a Valeman that served in King Daemon II Blackfyre, and Haegon I Blackfyre after him, until his death in 224 AC.

He died alongside his King, when an arrow fired by friendly archers pierced his visor. His cloak was not directly replaced due to the ensuing confusion and ongoing war, and it was not till 227 AC that another was chosen to take his place.
Festival of Prosperity

The Festival of Prosperity is an annual event that takes place in the Free City of Pentos, and is intended to bring prosperity to the city for another year by the ritual deflowering of the Maidens of Sea and Field by the Prince of Pentos, as well as a series of celebrations.

It runs for the duration of the first moon each year.

## Format

The celebrations run for the entirety of a moon, and is split into four, relatively non-discrete phases that roughly correspond with each week included.

* The Seeding of the Fields - the first week of celebrations takes it theme from the first of the two maidens to be deflowered, the Maiden of the Fields. It is customary for those wealthy enough to do so to wear clothes of green, yellow and brown, and carry pouches of seeds around their neck. Every time they meet an individual who does not share in their colour scheme, it is customary to shower the person in a small handful of said seeds, in an attempt to shame them for their lack of revelry.
* The Taming of the Seas - the second week of festivities takes a similar approach to the first week, but browns and greens are traded for fabrics of blue and grey, and the pouch of seeds for a pocket filled with salt crystals.
* The Carousal of the People - the third week of celebration is more inclusive of the city as a whole, and includes a day when no free man may work or toil, instead their focus should be only on food, drink and music. This day of rest does not typically extend to the free-bond servants of the city.
* The Revelry of the Prince - the final week of roistering centres around a great party hosted by the Prince himself, to which all that own land within the city are welcome to attend and enjoy. Musicians and performers play at all hours of the day, but the Prince is barred from partaking until the final day, in representation to his dedication to the city's wellbeing.
Cercilia Banefort

With the turn of the year 281, Cercilia, the youngest daughter of Tybolt Banefort, turned fourteen and became a woman grown.

Considered the kindest of the three daughters, Cercilia is a black sheep among the Baneforts who are notoriously dark-spirited. Bellena Banefort hopes to secure a match for Cercilia in the upcoming years.
Eastwatch-by-the-Sea

**Eastwatch-by-the-Sea** is the easternmost castle along the Wall, located on a grey, windswept shore by the Bay of Seals. Near Eastwatch live some fisherfolk and to the west lies Greenguard. Some wildlings trade with the Night's Watch at Eastwatch; wildlings prefer it to Castle Black, because trading ships from "the fabled lands beyond the sea" visit.

The commander of Eastwatch is ----, while its maester is ------. The Night's Watch keeps several galleys at Eastwatch, including larger vessels capable of crossing the narrow sea and lean fighting vessels. The galleys patrol the Bay of Seals in part to catch smugglers who trade weapons to the wildlings.