You Valyrians have called this upon yourselves. More likely some dragonlord magic gone awry. And they say the Peninsula is no longer, that the eruption has fractured it into islands.”Įruption. Those that have gone near Valyria speak of ashes and smoke, of a darkened sky. “None have ventured into the Valyrian Peninsula?” “None bearing tidings you would be interested in.” the Magister sighed, then added: “My Lord Emperor.” “Damn it.” Aurion finally stopped walking. Others look in terror at the Valyrian, fearful that the fall of the Freehold might only herald the ascent of the Empire. Some scoff at his attempts, sure that he will meet his end in the smoking ruins left by the Doom. To the City of Sorcerers, Qohor of the Black Goat, where the dragonlord Aurion, atop his golden dragon Elenixes, vows to retake his homeland, assuming the title of Emperor of Valyria. It is to the North, however, that one must look. In the South, Valyria's "eldest daughter", the City of Volantis, aims to take her mother's place as the Triarchs attempt to forge a New Valyrian Freehold. In the West, the Exile, dragonlord Aenar Targaryen, rules the bleak isle of Dragonstone, on the shores of Westeros, a continent engulfed in the constant war between the Sunset Kingdoms. In the East, the power vacuum left by the fall of the Freehold emboldens the Dothraki hordes, who now have free reign over the steppes and menace the now orphaned "daughters of Valyria". All over the continent, the remaining dragon riders are, one after the other, slain by the people they once lorded over, their beasts rampaging free in the countryside. The flames have engulfed the ancient city and it's surroundings, burning to ashes both men and dragons, marking the end of Valyrian dominance over Essos. The simultaneous eruption of the Fourteen Fires has shattered the Peninsula whence the dragonlords had once ruled the world, enslaving and conquering without opposition. Doom befalls Valyria, and the Century of Blood begins.
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