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Someone will remember us
Epilogue
Friends, Romans, countrymen, it has been a ride and we are finally at the last chapter of this 133,316 word behemoth that i began on October 2022.
I love you all, especially those who have done more than simply give it a like.
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On the first day of the year one hundred thirty and one after the conquest, Aemma Velaryon takes the Iron Throne as Queen Aemma Targaryen in accordance with the late Viserys Targaryen’s wishes.
On the Seventh Day of the Seventh Month, Aemma Targaryen and her husband are crowned King and Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lord and Lady of the Six Kingdoms and Protectors of the Realm.
And from that day on, absolute primogeniture would be followed by House Targaryen and those who wished to follow it’s example.
No lord or lady would be forced to change their wills, but if anyone had any qualms with people naming their firstborn daughters their heirs, they were told to take it up with the Bronze Fury and the Silver Queen.
Aemon had been only a nameday old when that had happened.
He had been six when the first snowdrops had bloomed signifying the end of winter and now that the first signs of summer have begun to appear, another five years had passed.
Now he was ten, with his own dragon, the Nightsky, the Black Dread reborn.
His younger sister, Aenya, was nine and had Vēzos, or Sunny, a golden dragon like Syrax and Sunfyre.
Aenor had Greysmoke, but he could not ride him yet because the dragon only hatched when he was three and he was only six namedays old.
Three year old Aelaena and Aelyx both had to share an egg in their cradle because Silverwing has not had a clutch of eggs since the war ended but kepa said they were more ways to claim a dragon.
Sheepstealer had delivered a clutch on Dragonstone recently, but those Lady Nettles said were not worth losing a limb over because her brown dragon had not had a mate since Caraxes died.
Like chicken eggs that don’t have chicks in them because there was no rooster involved, or so kepa had explained.
They could claim a wild one, like the Cannibal, or one of the dragons that hatched from Strax’s last clutch that refused to become castle dragons.
But all the dragons had to be kept in the new Dragonpit because Uncle Aeg hates dragons for what Sunfyre did to Grandmother Rhaenyra and her ladies.
His friend Gaemon Palehair had given up his own egg to his half-sister, Cousin Jaehaera, for safe keeping and it is said no dragon egg has hatched in Dragonstone because it knows he will live there with Lady Daenaera.
Aegon is six and ten and Daenaera, daughter of mother’s cousin Daeron Velaryon, is five and ten.
They are to wed here and live over there because High Tide is filled to the brim with Aunt Baela and Aunt Rhaena’s families and their dragons.
Aunt Rhaena had two daughters and a baby son, Aunt Baela had a daughter and two sons and between the eight of them there were three dragons.
They would be coming to the wedding and wait for Nuncle Alyn here.
Nuncle Alyn had gone to Essos in search for adventure after taking the Stepstones for the Iron Throne.
He had a surprise, his last raven had said. He had been in Lys then.
“Even if he is my brother, those damn Rogares ask for too much.” Mother says as she paced, big with child again, to her stepsisters and sister by marriage.
He wasn’t supposed to be sneaking around, but Aemon has been dying to know what this surprise was.
What did she mean by brother?
All her brothers were dead save for Aeg.
Jacaerys had died bravely fighting the Triarchy during the Battle of the Gullet, Lucerys had died over Storm’s End when Vhagar went mad and attacked him, and Joffrey had been killed during the Riot by Syrax on accident.
Viserys had been killed by pirates after he was taken and his body dumped into the ocean.
Was there another secret brother like Alyn and Addam the Loyal?
Would he look like her and Alyn or look like Aegon and Aemon’s father, Aemond?
So many questions that they won’t answer if he dared to ask.
“Aemon, what have we told you about eavesdropping?” his father sighed tiredly from behind him.
“Not to get caught.” The boy says with a cheeky grin hoping his kepa is in a good mood.
“If you go to your rooms and stay there I won’t tell your mother you were here, little king.” His father flicks him on the forehead as they walked away from the door.
“Is Nuncle Alyn really bringing mama one of her brothers?” he asked his father who had not even put in his false eye to take him back ti his room.
“I don’t know, if he is, then let us hope it will be a good wedding gift for Aeg. Gods know your uncle would be happiest to see him.” His father answered and ruffled his thick white curls affectionately before telling his guards to keep an eye on him.
Viserys.
Could it really be Viserys Targaryen?
To be continued in From the Ends Spring New Beginnings
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Another day, another Duchowiesen short story. This one explores the same urban fantasy themes, but from a different angle. If you ever wondered what dragons would do in a world with amateur radio and broadcast television, look no further. (Apologies for, likely, not getting the radio procedure quite right.)
Story genre: comfy urban fantasy
The Dragon and the TV Tower
It was the early days of 10249; a bright winter day on a weekend. Willem Greysmoke stirred awake on his bed of golden coins and gems, and let out a contented sigh, his sea-green scales shimmering in the light of electric-powered lanterns. His cavern was warm, comfortable, and stocked with parts for radioelectronics, his belly was full from a massive meal yesterday that was provided by a nearby village he kinda-sorta worked for (as a guardian of valuables and aerial photographer), and the schedule he planned for the day started and ended with "do nothing". Looking at the time, he saw it was but ten minutes before noon. The dragon fantasized about how he was going to relax for the whole day. He could tune in to a film serial on television in a couple of minutes. Then make himself a giant-sized bowl of salad with "Der Kronprinz" salted cucumbers (a one-bite snack for someone of his size). Then he could tune in on the radio for some afternoon jazz, and then work on his own radios if he felt like it... he had a lot of options. But all of that would have to wait in favour of a lucrative opportunity, one that was about to make itself known. Just as he settled in to watch TV, he saw the reception lamp on his kitbashed, metal-frame amateur radio blink bright orange. Willem reached over to the radio with his claw and flicked an oversized toggle switch, activating his radio set-up.
A voice came through the interference, then leveled out, clarified, and spoke, loud and clear. Resonating through the speakers, it asked: "Calling Willem Greysmoke. Are you receiving me? Willem Greysmoke, please respond, over."
Willem pressed the transmit button on his microphone. "Unknown station, this is Willem Greysmoke. Who are you? Over." he asked, perplexed at the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the broadcast.
"Willem Greysmoke, this is Mara Giurescu, from Duchowiesen Broadcasting Bureau. I want to discuss a job offer. Over." the person on the other end said.
"...Say again?" Willem responded, stunned by the offer. It was not easy to flabbergast the dragon, but Mara has clearly done it. The Broadcasting Bureau, offering a job to him? For any radio geek, it would be a dream job - though he realized it would probably require doing actual work, should he agree to the offer.
"This is Mara Giurescu, from Duchowiesen Broadcasting Bureau. I have a job offer. Do you read me?" Mara repeated.
"Loud and clear, Mara." Willem responded. "I, uh... Wait." He gathered his thoughts, then in a few seconds, continued. "What is your location? This channel will not suffice, and it might take time for me to get anywhere, over."
"Negative, Willem." Mara said to him. "We are in Amseldorf; can you welcome us in your cave in an hour? Over." She of course referred to the small village just nearby that the dragon lived symbiotically with. He thought for a minute, then responded:
"Correct. You can come over here, I will be waiting. Willem Greysmoke, out."
The dragon lifted his claw from the transmit button one last time, then laid flat on his bed of glittering gold coins. He could not believe he was being offered a job with one of the biggest players in the radio sector, but also had no idea what that job would entail. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to wait long. An hour of time was nothing for a dragon... and the arrival of his visitors didn't even take a full hour, as he heard them approach the cave entrance just 43 minutes later. Willem looked at the tunnel that led to the cave entrance, and said: "Please, come in!" - and a minute after, a few small figures walked round the bend, silhouetted by the flickering electric light of lantern-shaped gas discharge lamps that were hanging around the cave, supported by power cables. The visitors approached the dragon, revealing themselves to be a human group in woolen overcoats and winter hats, most of their features concealed by the heavy clothing protecting them from the cold outside. One of them walked out in front, and said:
"Hey there. I'm Mara Giurescu; should we talk about the job?"
"Yes, of course...!" Willem said. He blinked, then leaned down to be at eye level with Mara, and said: "Now I know dragons don't tend to bow down to anyone, but I am flattered nonetheless. I didn't realize the Bureau even knew me!"
"Well, you're the first dragon who took to the radio waves, Willem." Mara told him. "That's a big distinction, so of course the Radiomagiker around the country mentioned you, and in turn, we've heard of you from them."
"Alright. What is your job offer then? Work on high-altitude transmitters? A place in R&D? I must admit, I'm not sure I'm going to have... well, the energy for sustained work, just so you know." Willem said.
"We've thought about that, actually." Mara said. "We've got something tailored to your needs, not just any job." She sat down on a couch that Willem had placed near the entrance for small-sized visitors, and pulled out what turned out to be a selection of blueprints. "We are aware that dragons aren't very physically active, and prefer to do things for work that they'd be doing anyway. So..." she said, folding the blueprints out, "...we realized we could hire you specifically to guard, and likely maintain, a broadcasting antenna for radio and TV. Or several, if you agree. You have the skills for it."
Willem looked at the blueprints in front of him. He could see, plain as day, the technical specifications for a TV broadcasting mast, and equipment on the ground that would power it.
"I can read this... the blueprints look so fine." he said, making a "perfection" gesture with his clawed hand. He looked over to his tables and drawers full of electronic components, all beautifully ordered with a custom indexing system, and two half-disassembled radios he was currently working on, and smiled.
"You probably know the demands of long-range broadcast TV and radio." Mara said. "We could really benefit from your help in running the broadcast masts in this region; with your wings, your knowledge of radio, and your occult strength, you are the ideal candidate."
"That's fair." Willem said. "I haven't been getting the strongest TV signal out here; do you plan to put up more broadcast masts in the region if I agree?"
"Yes, we plan to. Do you accept the offer, then?" Mara asked.
"Only if you can afford to pay in gold." Willem replied.
"We can, but only at the union-negotiated rates for government-employed radio maintenance contractors." Mara told him. "By that I mean, don't expect whole sacks of gold coins - but we can still pay you a steady salary."
Willem looked around, glancing at the two other Bureau employees that came up with Mara to meet him. "And who are you, people?" he asked.
One of them looked at the dragon and told him:
"Radio technicians; we're here to explain the nitty-gritty if you take the job. I'm Klaus Albert Baumann, and my friend over there is Lech Bergvall."
The technician opened his bag, showing the dragon several binders full of technical papers that he was carrying. Willem looked at them, and raised his eyebrows in surprise and professional respect. Mara looked at Willem again and asked:
"So, any more questions?"
"Just one." Willem said. "What and where do I sign?"
#duchowiesen#short story#original fiction#urban fantasy#dieselpunk#dragon#dragon hoard#lazy dragons#amateur radio#hashtag dream job#fantasy world bureaucracy#dragons do not make decisions / without their telly-vision
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I will travel to tomorrow
To see you rise again
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Sarà che quando vedevo il fumo uscire dalle labbra, riconoscevo allontanarsi ogni parte di anima
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°~ Halsey - Colors ~°
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The progress I made today! I think I may finish it the next time I sit down to paint!
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💥: Which of your muses would you fight with?
Who would I fight thinking I could win? Geoffrey Humes, one of my human SI:7 agents. He’s an old, old man.
Would I fight because of who they are as a person? My mage, Jost Chatwood, or Arris Greysmoke, my high elf SI:7 agent. They’re horrible.
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A Letter to the Vice-Legate
Greetings Vice-Legate Lambardi,
It has come to my attention that you are the new member of this prestigious position. As such, I wanted to give my proverbial two copper on the bill regarding citizenship for the Charr being offered up by Envoy Greysmoke. The world as a whole is moving forward, and we as a species have two choices. We can either remain tied to the past, and be left behind and be viewed as archaic in our reasoning, or we can bury the hatchet fully, and truly have our cosmopolitan city be welcoming to everyone.
I’m not entirely sure of your stance on this. But I wanted to give my opinion as an upstanding member of society. We have nothing to lose by allowing the charr to join the ranks of our society as equals. There may be those that are aghast or would disapprove, and while they have valid points, we have to look at the big picture here, and also look at what the future holds. The actions of the respective leaders of both nations shows that both races can work together in harmony, and allowing the bill to pass will further cement the good relations. And having served in the Pact with an illustrious career, I can say that they are valued compatriots and would do no wrong.
I do plan on speaking at the next open session regarding my opinion on the matter. If you wish to discuss this in private beforehand, I can be made available. Until then, may the Six watch over you.
Regards,
Lady Aleyanna Denton
@kessex-hick
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The following letter is an Open Letter to the Krytan Ministry, a sealed copied delivered to every Minister and Magistrate as well as a copy to the desk of the Lord Commander of the Ministry Guard and Envoy Lius Greysmoke.
My esteemed colleagues,
I have had the pleasure of working with many of you directly as a Magistrate, a Secretary, a Minister and now as Knight Captain of the Ministry Guard. I hope that you will trust my judgement and reason when I ask you to support the legislation to add Charr to the list of races that may apply for citizenship.
There are many concerns of safety and cultural fidelity of adding these dignified citizens to our ranks and I want to put them to rest for you.
First is the long war between our peoples which, by the Queen’s own direction has been signed into a peace treaty. I understand the pain of families lost and ended through the brutality of war, though the pains of war were not felt exclusively by one side. Putting down one's sword after war is always hard, but I beseech you to follow the will of your Queen for peace and letting the past remain there.
Second, to the concerns that Charr citizenship will change the culture of our fair city. For nearly a decade since the cease fire, brave Charr have traveled to the Reach for work, for understanding and lived here. They have faced extreme opposition to merely existing in our city, but have assimilated into our ways of doing things and our cultural norms.
Similarly in Lion’s Arch, a city that welcomes all races, charr have lived peacefully among others, becoming captains of industry and talented negotiators, far from the beasts one would have you believe them to be. Lion’s Arch has not become a secondary Citadel filled with farrars and Legion regulations, it continues to grow with the contributions of its Charr citizens. Additionally, when the city was brutally attacked, it was the Vigil, founded and lead by a Charr that took in the displaced citizens along with the Priory and camps to the south. I am sure none of you need reminding of what a paragon of military competence and organization the Vigil is and their contributions to the Pact in keeping our entire world safe.
They are welcome around the world and recognized for their contributions everywhere but here. Instead we worry about their machines of war, their brawling and their supposed hatred for our way of life.
But what race was it that attacked our Queen’s Jubilee and killed hundreds? Not the Charr.
What race turned on their Pact allies and cut down hundreds more in the jungle? Not the Charr.
No, despite Scarlet Briar and despite Mordremoth the body of the Ministry refused to paint every Sylvari with the same brush; refused to force them from the city* on the chance that any one of them could suddenly turn violent. Instead, members of the Ministry worked to create safe havens for them, recognizing that the threat of violence against THEM for existing was far greater than any threat they posed to our people.
What race has a stranglehold on our commerce and ability to move goods throughout Tyria and brings dangerous technology into the city like bloodstone weapons? Not the Charr.
What race is known for their drunken brawling and property damage outside of our taverns and bars and turning into massive animals to inflict collateral damage in personal disputes? Not the Charr.
We allow in our citizens the Sylvari, the Asura, the Norn but not the Charr.
The latest attack on our way of life came from our own people who would see us yoked to the Mursaat. Not the Charr.
Under command to represent the Charr, Envoy Kavic Shattersteel had no responsibility to aid us or put himself at risk to protect us. However, it was this Charr Envoy whose body protected Minister Valen from the worst of an explosion from Separatists who killed a dozen humans with their hate of the Charr. It was this same Envoy who later tracked down and apprehended the dangerous Sylvari criminal, Wraith. It was the human envoy from Elona who helped the criminal escape.
As Knight Captain it is my job to keep careful track of the threats that the Ministry and humanity face. Humanity has many enemies and many troubles, but Charr who wish to join our way of life and uphold our values are not a threat to us. Just as citizens who are Sylvari and Asura and Norn have made us no less human, have created no districts to their own kind in our city, the Charr will not weaken the resolve of humanity. The Peace Treaty has been signed, not a mere Cease Fire, we have peace with the three other major races, and we allow them citizenship. We must either add Charr and boldly walk into a future of peace, or admit we are cowards; too afraid of the what ifs to do what is right and fair. We must admit we are too afraid of those who surround us to do anything but cower behind our walls and close our country to all non-humans.
I know there is a deep fear of change, but without taking risks, Prince Rurik would not have begun the journey he sadly did not get to see the end of. Without that risk and jumping into the unknown, our ancestors would be ghosts today.
We did not defeat Scarlet on our own. We did not take down three dragons and put two to sleep on our own. To accept the help of the Asura, Norn and Sylvari while excluding the contributions of the Charr is nothing but the height of hypocrisy. To only risk humanity takes in joining the rest of the world is that we WILL remain a part of it. Influential, resilient, still here and not hiding behind walls.
Humanity is strong. Our allies make us stronger.
Lady Rosalynd Havashem
Knight Captain of the Ministry Guard
*See Foreign Defense Act of 1329, Unpassed
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Detroit City til I die 🌪#dcfc #detroitcity #football #greysmoke #northernguard #myphoto #freep #teamcanon #lightroom (at Keyworth Stadium)
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Marcus Puma
"The Prowling Panther of Echo Hills"
Since he was young, Marcus has led a troubled life. As far back as he can remember, he's felt a deep emptiness within himself, and he's spent much of his youth trying to find a way to fill the emptiness. This would lead him to forming a small gang at Echo Hills High School. It wasn't enough. Marcus shifted to trying to find fulfillment in more physical activities, at first resulting in him bullying other students at school. This would help to soothe some of his pent-up aggression; however, it still didn’t fill the empty void he felt within himself.
After getting in trouble several times Marcus’s parents enrolled him in SumA training, in hopes that it would teach him discipline and help to release his aggression in a healthier way (as well as hoping it might be able to be used to raise him without getting involved themselves. They don’t go to see his matches.)
SumA helps, but not by much. The emptiness remains. It does give Marcus bit of purpose and resolve. He decides he wants to be the best, strongest SumA Player, thinking that in doing so, the fame and fortune may give him the fulfillment he so desires. As his journey into SumA continues, Marcus becomes acutely aware of Kochi Hikatsuki, a 3 time champion of the sport. From then on, Marcus declares Kochi as his rival and aspires to surpass him. This all comes to a head when the pair meet during a SumA Tournament. It’s a tough match, and Marcus comes close to winning, but in the end, Kochi turns things around and defeats him. Marcus is upset and enraged by his loss, the feeling of emptiness feeling like it’s only growing bigger and all consuming.
It's then that Marcus is approached by Tom and the Masked One who offer him the fulfillment he seeks. They promise him that merging with his Shadow will allow him to finally feel whole and give him the strength to defeat his rival. Marcus agrees and merges with his Shadow, joining Tom in the Red Eye Gang...
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OC asks, 6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
At the current moment Mekia will take advise from @captainswingbeard‘s Ithanar and @ocarina-of-what‘s Adrianal. In the past it was his mentor, Arris Greysmoke.
Now, mind you that doesn’t mean he’ll do anything with it or follow through with it but he definitely listen.
As for not taking? Just about anyone, honestly. He’ll listen, nod, and then go about doing his thing.
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Another Surprise
It was great to be there for Laila’s new baby daughter. She could tell that Devona Leah Lylane was going to grow up to do great things. And with a wide array of individuals to help the newborn, Aleyanna could tell that everything was going to be alright.
She had opted to spend the night at the Denton Manor in the Salma District, and she still had some time to kill before it was time to fly home, so she helped herself to a morning newspaper. Nothing at first stuck out to her, until she saw snippets of an announcement from Envoy Greysmoke.
A volatile solution up north. Potential instability. Shelving the Charr Citizenship Equality Act. Still, nothing concrete, but all concerning to her nonetheless. She knew that it possibly meant she was going to be roped into heading out shortly. The question was when. And she also knew she needed more answers before heading out. She would wait and see. But while she was hoping that this all wasn’t true, a part of her knew it was inevitable that trouble would arise once more.
So much for peace and quiet.
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