Elizabeth Jones
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POV: Author Great Arena. About three minutes after the start of Phase II... **** Men of the North, West, Reach, Stormlands, Crowlands, IB, Triarchy, the Hedge Knights and Mercenaries faction led by the Red Knight and the three Arcane Shields advanced to the second and final phase. Finally, all the competitors dispersed into the Chaos of the True Great Melee. There were no more ties of blood or brotherhood on this battlefield. By now, only dreams of glory and wealth spurred the fighting spirits of…-
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*****Hello to all dear readers. Forgive the delay in the release of this chapter. I left at the last minute for the Easter holidays and to isolate myself from the world. I hope you all had a good holiday too. Happy reading!***** POV: Author Great Arena, West Faction Preparatory Pavilions. About two hours after a new Sword was hailed in the legend... ------ Jerry was in no mood for celebration. His peers of the same rank had recently finished toasting in the name of the Sword of the West, together…
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POV: Jaime In the middle of a double duel. While a Knight of the Vale was being beaten to death... ---------- The third Gong had already sounded. This meant there were less than ten minutes to the end of the first half-hour. Not even two minutes had passed since the start of Jaime's duel, but it seemed like an eternity to the knight... The Red Viper snapped again. The spear attempted a double lunge, Jaime deflected and flung aside and then attempted a counter-offensive, but the snake retreated…
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******* Forgive the delay. A very messy week. I hope the chapter is good enough to partly make up for your dissatisfaction. Happy reading, dear readers! ******* POV: Sandor Clegane On the arena fence staff and competitors. Just before three duels began... **** Sandor cursed himself for the umpteenth time for his weakness. The Hound silently grunted another twinge of pain as he clutched the wrist of his sword hand, blindfolded with splints and garnished with a linen band tied around his neck.…
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POV: Barristan Selmy Great Arena. While a duel between a Knight anointed by the Seven faced another anointed by the Old Golds... ------------- This was not round to seek a chivalrous duel against Prodigy Boy... So there was nothing honourable about this first phase of the contest. Barristan only had to concentrate on the first objective that would pave the way to his goal: conquer and defend. Selmy had been chosen to lead the Crowlands faction. Although the twenty-six-member group included two…
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POV: Duncan Great Arena. Seconds after a Maiden of the South walked away from a Knight of the North... --------- The first selective phase was a variation of flag stealing. The rules were simple: {Capture a rival flag and defend your own by the end of time}. A large one-hour hourglass, five feet high and raised with wooden planks, stood beneath the main stands in plain view. Next to it, a large brass and bronze plate would throw a *Gong* at each ten-minute interval. At least half of the…
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POV: Cercei Lannister Royal Bleachers, Great Arena. Minutes after a former beggar and a former squire sealed a pact... ------- A silent figure clad in gold and white approached behind the Queen; it was Ser Meryn Trant. The quiet man, without an eye, tongue, a portion of his nose removed and the skin of his face and scalp horribly scarred, had recently resumed Royal Guard service. Despite Meryn's occasional grunts of choked sobs of pain, the white sword, seething with pent-up hatred and vengeance,…
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***Forgive the delay, Dear Readers. Yesterday I was on the verge of publishing it when at the last minute I decided to edit it, rewriting it almost in half! Thank you for your patience and support. Power stone me if you can or leave a comment. I need points of view! So many different points of view! Did you enjoy the chapter? Did you not like it? Was it badly written? Did a sentence or a linestory not make sense? Do you want a character dead and buried? Do you want another one to survive and shine…
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Continuous POV Duncan Great reception hall of the Never Winter Bank. Seconds after a mental battle was fought... ----- I was mentally challenged. I had to use a good portion of Lay of Hands to recover. Casting Lesser Restoration wasn't that useful. I definitely had an exhausted malus. I needed good Sleep or Greater Restoration for a full recovery. For the 314th time, Zick had kicked my ass... but at least I had managed to last nine seconds longer than in the 313th duel. The Old Man hadn't held…
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POV: Duncan Great reception hall of the Never Winter Bank. A few hours after the tournament final... ------- As promised, hundreds of pigeons stuffed with walnuts and spicy plums, braised in spiced wine and accompanied by potato sticks, fried in oil (potato chips, a 'my' 'innovative' idea) were served. The three winning finalists were entitled to the downed prey of their own. The Hall was packed with tables, guests and courtesans. Thousands of people. The most distinguished tables in the Great…
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