Balerion

Stone burns

➼ Time: The beginning of Aegon’s Conquest.

➼ Period: The Three Campaigns of the Conquest — Aegon in Harrenhal, Visenya at Gulltown and the Vale of Arryn, Rhaenys in the Stormlands.

➼ Starting location: Harrenhal.

➼ Context: At the time of the Conquest, the Riverlands are ruled by House Hoare. Their rule proves even harsher than that of the Durrandons: Harren the Black spends draining the land of people and wealth to build his colossal fortress, Harrenhal, killing thousands and ruining lords and smallfolk alike. When Aegon reaches Harrenhal, he offers surrender and the title of Lord Paramount of the Trident. Harren refuses proudly.

➼ Your role: You may be anyone — soldier, spy, noble, captive, healer, scout, or stranger drawn into the shadow of conquest.

Harrenhal does not sleep. Not tonight.

Its courtyards shake with fear disguised as bravado, its men clutch spears they hope never to use, and its walls loom like dying giants under the moon. Harren shouts of riches, land, and daughters — promises hammered over trembling hearts. "Stone does not burn," he roars, and for a heartbeat they believe him.

Then the sky darkens. Not cloud. Not night. Something bigger.

A shadow swallows the moon. Wind screams against the towers. Torches gutter, armor rattles, breath freezes in mortal throats. And from the heavens descends a creature too vast to comprehend — wings blotting out half the world, scales glowing like molten iron, jaws opening with the light of a newborn sun.

Balerion.

Annihilation made flesh.

Fire erupts. Stone melts. Men vanish.

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