Roads to Power

I blessed you with an extra yet short chapter 2-3. More will be released as of tomorrow. Enjoy 

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Ser Merwyn had paid out two Gold Dragons (420 Silver Stags) for all the bandit's loot, which I found fair. Many small folk/hedge knights would only go a year with possessing one through legit means. However, I wasn't blind enough not to notice Merwyn would go and sell these things to a nearby merchant and get a higher price for them. Sound tactical thinking as expected of father's right hand. The earnings wouldn't be anything above 600 Silver Stags. The guards were happy as each of them got paid 3 Silver Stags each for their troubles. Overall, Damien considered this day to be quite productive. He thought about making this a regular activity but, in the end, shook his head, dismissing the thought. After all, that was all hazardous work. It went well today, but on other days, it might not. Instead, he planned to build some taverns around here. After all, many travelers pass through and near Blackwater Bay and need an Inn or Tavern to rest. It wasn't too big, but it was a good enough business venture to earn him a lot of money.

Nora would like to consider herself an outstanding role model for her younger brother; even with her limited power, she tried her best to take off the children in the castle dark. Any coin they should need would be offered to them, depending on their standing, and even then, not too much, of course, but still enough for them to have fun. As she looked down from one of the Keeps watchtowers, she couldn't help but smile. Outside of the castles, the places were quiet, but a year ago, after a bandit hunt, her brother had decided to build some taverns around, and that had earned him the nickname little witch amongst his other sisters and, much to my chagrin much of the smallfolk. They joked that he could transmute stone to the gold with an incantation or two. At fifteen name days, he had already earned so much. Daemon Darke had even considered making him the Darke Stewart. O 'The old man will piss himself to sleep when he hears about this.' Thought Nora, knowing their father always favored Damien, the boy was shrewd, cunning, and very good with many weapons. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't jealous of her younger brother, but she kept these feelings to herself. Even after all this, while distant at most times, Damien was always loving and adored by his siblings. Though he, as always was uncompromising when it came to academics/debates as he valued intelligence above all/ when it came to it, he would go to the ends of the seas if that was your true desire at heart

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Mossovy, also known as Far Mossovy, is a broad, forested region of northeastern Essos along the shore of the Shivering Sea. It is at the edge of the known world, east of N'Ghai and north of the Cannibal Sands and the Grey Waste. The Thousand Islands are found north of the grim, grey forest

Mossovy is said to be a cold and dark land of shapechangers and demon hunters. It is unknown what lies beyond, although some septons claim the world ends beyond the forest.

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