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Historical plausibility (not accuracy) of the Battle of (the Vale of) Siddim?

2019.08.24 16:00 al_fletcher Historical plausibility (not accuracy) of the Battle of (the Vale of) Siddim?

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First off, I would like to clarify that I understand that the Book of Genesis is a product of the mid-1st millennium BC and, along with most of the OT until, idk, Samuel? Kings? Chronicles?, while it may have some basis in folk memories of the history of the Israelites and their ancestors in Canaan and Egypt probably isn’t what we’d call historical.
Thus, what I’d like to set out here is the question of plausible the events of Genesis 14 are in terms of it being a work of fiction set in the distant past relative to the time of writing (the concept of “historical fiction” is rather anachronistic here but let’s roll with it), with a putative scale being Braveheart scoring a 1 and To Hell and Back (an adaptation of Audie Murphy’s memoirs, where Audie Murphy was played by Audie Murphy) being a 10, if you want to think of it this way.
I’ve done some poking around on Wikipedia and Google Books but I’m still not getting a great idea of the situation in the first quarter of the 2nd millennium BC, so I’d like to take this opportunity to learn more about it!
The conflict in Siddim is the final episode of a certain Cherdorlaomer’s career as the King of Elam, where he—alongside Amraphel of Shinar, Arioch of Ellasar and Tidal of Goyim (lit. “Nations”)—seeks to put down a revolt in the western parts of the Near East, with subjugated peoples including the Rephaites, Zuzites, Emites, Horites, with the host turning at Kadesh to oppress the Amorites and Amalekites.
Five kings in the Jordan River Valley, Bera king of Sodom, Birsha king of Gomorrah, Shinab king of Admah, Shemeber king of Zeboyim, and the king of Bela (Zoar), make their last stand against the Mesopotamian host and get their asses kicked at Siddim, an area somewhere around the Dead Sea, and the armies of Sodom and Gomorrah get stuck in the wetlands around the Dead Sea and are slaughtered.
Lot, nephew of the patriarch Abram, just so happens to be in the area and gets captured by Cherdorlaomer’s army, prompting Abram to mount a rescue operation with 318 armed servants, chasing them apparently even further than Damascus, and Cherdorlaomer meets a sticky end. Melchizedek, king of Salem, comes out and breaks out the wine to share with Abram, and a tithe is given from one of these men to the other.
That’s the narrative as presented. How many (or few) of these are theoretically possible?
Hypothesis 1: Babylon
Some identifications have been made of the kings present at the battle, mainly on the Mesopotamian side:
In my highly personal opinion, knowing what we do about the expedition against Eshnunna, between Zimri-Lim and Rim-Sin, both being allies of Hammurabi until he conquered them, Zimri-Lim seems to have been much more likely to participate in any punitive mission westwards, especially since Mari's that much closer to the Levant. Still, it's Larsa and not Mari identified with Arioch, so oh well.
The main Elamite ruler active at the time would have been Siwe-Palar-Khuppak, who formed an alliance with Hammurabi and Zimri-Lim, the king of Mari, against Eshnunna but was turned against by Hammurabi (and then Hammurabi deposed and executed Rim-Sin); Siwe-Palar-Khuppak appears to have survived that, throwing a wrench into the Genesis narrative. Still, it might have been some lesser Elamite prince or governor...
With specific regards to the expedition at Eshnunna, Siwe-Palar-Khuppak, Hammurabi, and Zimri-Lim definitely were part of it but Rim-Sin's relationship with the Eshnunna rulers seems to be a bit more ambiguous; although he appears to have had pretty good links with the city in general, he was perfectly willing to invoke Elamite authority to diplomatically bear down on Eshnunna. Rim-Sin and Hammurabi's relationship appears to have been similarly complex.
Political situation in ~1765BCE
The latest that this expedition could have occurred would probably have been around 1765BCE due to Rim-Sin’s participation, specifically sometime after Eshnunna's conquest and before the Babylonian-Larsan attack on Elam; around this time the dominant power closest to the Levant (besides Egypt) would have been the Syrian polity of Qatna, which had been making overtures to Eshnunna.
To what extent would the peoples of the Levant (up to and including the Siddim Vale rulers) have had the initiative to “rebel” against the Babylonian-Elamite-Larsan(-Hittite??) alliance (assuming they were vassals of Cherdorlaomer or the others in the first place) and to what extent could this alliance have projected armies into the Dead Sea?
Also, if Salem/Rusalimum was ruled by its own king (who we’ll call Melchizedek) why didn’t he rebel with the rest of them? What relationship did he have with Bera and company? Is his role as king and high priest of El Most High in line with kingship of the era?
Hypothesis 2: Eshnunna
Instead of Amraphel being Hammurabi, as is often thought, he could well be Ibalpiel II, the king of Eshnunna whom he conquered—“Shinar”, the term used for his polity, is a generic term for that part of Mesopotamia. This would backdate the events of the Battle of Siddim by about 5 or so years, to before the Elamite-Babylonian conquest of Eshnunna. The identifications therefore are essentially the same except for Amraphel, ergo:
The benefit of this is that we definitely know that Elam and Eshnunna, prior to Siwe-Palar-Khuppak’s conquest of the latter, were on good enough terms to campaign together, such as against the Assyrian city of Razama, and as mentioned earlier, Larsa maintained cordial relations with Eshnunna most of the time as well. The “Goyim” could easily be Mitanni, Hurrian or Hittite mercenaries.
This hypothesis would recontextualise the political backdrop from Hammurabi’s expansionism to the post-Shamshi-Adad alignments, one key feature of which was the newly emancipated city-states exerting their own spheres of influence. Perhaps more crucially, the Western Semitic states of Yamhad and Qatna were at great odds with each other, Yamhad aligning with Eshnunna and Babylon and Qatna aligning with Assyria under Shamshi-Adad, but while the state of war between Yamhad and Qatna ended after Shamshi-Adad’s death, with Yamhad emerging dominant, tensions still remained.
Most curious of all is a tablet indicating that Eshnunna intended to invade Qatna with assistance from Carchemish some time after 1772BC (p.90), but this plot fell through because the Carchemish ruler didn't play ball, nevertheless indicating that there was a window where Ibalpiel II had resumed good enough relations with Yamhad and Mari to even consider such an expedition. The motivations for such an invasion are unclear, but it’s strongly suggestive that Eshnunna was able to project power into the region in a time where its relationship with Elam and Lagash definitely still was on solid ground.
How plausible is this Eshnunna-Elam-Lagash lineup vis-a-vis the Babylon-Elam-Lagash one, whose members never really were all on good terms with each other simultaneously? Would the death of “Kudur-Lagomer”, be he a king or prince or general, in Canaan be enough to sour relations between Eshnunna and Elam to the point of the latter besieging and sacking the former a few years down the road?
Abram the nomad
Abram and his nephew Lot were nomadic pastoralists, whose herds were supposedly so large that they had to part ways at the Jordan, which fits into the general impression most people had of Semitic-speaking inhabitants of the Near East at the time such as the Amurru (read: Amorites), and later the Moabites and Ammonites.
Seeing how empathically the Bible asserts Abram and Lot aren’t Amorites, it might well be that they share more affinities with the otherwise pretty mysterious Suteans (sometimes identified with mystical “Sethites”), who are known to have conducted trade as well as maraud around in armed bands, such as Abram’s host of 318 “servants”.
All attested Sutean names seem to have Semitic (Akkadian or Amoritic) roots, with the names Abi-Nabium and Abi-saree (the latter of which is one of three commanders of a host of 2000 soldiers) not being far off from the “Abi-ramu” name sometimes brought out as a possible cognate for Abram, which is attested in the same millennium but is much more common in the subsequent millennium. Abram's association with Harran (and Urkesh or Urfa, if you consider either of those to be the "Ur of the Chaldees") is contemporaneous with these larger events.
To what extent could the stories of Abram have been based on Abi-ramu the Sutean nomad?
The big questions concerning the events in the Vale of Siddim are thus as follows (which you could grade as suggested above with 1 = Braveheart, 10 = To Hell and Back if you wanted to):
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2019.05.02 22:42 JoeOfHouseAverage [LORE] Where They Buried Her


The Rain House, 224 AC (or whenever Argella died, backdating is a bitch)

"She won't like the crypts."
Alver Wylde, heir to the Rain House and the once-champion of tourneys and lists, stood in the shadowed sept, his tall frame looming over the cold and stiff body of his wife. The Sailfin's useless left hand rested on hers mindlessly, as if in that touch, there was still a lingering of the heat they had once shared.
"They're cold, damp, and she doesn't know anyone there. She would hate them just as much as she hated the rest of the Rain House."
"Alver...she's dead."
Darick Wylde, current Lord of the Rain House and pipe-smoker of some thirty years, stood opposite Alver, a few strides away, and, surprisingly, did not smoke his pipe.
His firstborn turned his eye back to his wife and tried to pierce through the painted stones that nestled in her eye-sockets, as if imagining her gaze, piercing, cold, bitter, but, for him, sometimes, soft, staring back. He inclined his head, and his other hand moved to clutch hers again.
"Your daughters need you, son." Darick said, hands clasped in front of him. Daughters needed fathers in order to know good men from bad. As much as the Lord Wylde wanted a grandson of his line still, he needed Alver to take care of Ariel and Arienne correctly. Otherwise, as loathe to think it as he was, he might have to start acting in that department at some point.
There was no response from Alver, not even a flicker of the eyelid.
The Lord Wylde sighed. Argella Baratheon had been of the tumultuous sort, and her marriage, or rather betrothal, to his son had proven enough of a political leverage that it had allowed him to make several movements that had culminated in the eventual elimination of his two rivals in Storm's End, Beric and Morgan Baratheon. Of course, in the meantime an army had marched up to the Rain House and he'd been made a "guest" at Storm's End for a good few years.
The truth of the matter was that it had been an ill-made move. Perhaps even a mistake. He'd been sold a bride for his son that had been stained with the touch of Sunspear and entirely unwilling to do her matrimonial duty of bearing children. It had taken a carefully-balanced mixture of persuasion and intimidation to change her mind, and then she had birthed two daughters and then died bearing the third. A near waste of over ten years.
Still, Darick had to concede that eventually his son and his gooddaughter had become close, and their relationship was, if not loving, then trending towards something of the sort. Love could be learned, and that's what Alver and Argella had been demonstrating. Unfortunate that the demonstration was cut short.
His wife- his first wife- had died, many years ago, when Alver was a child and the Rain House barely in his hands. It had broken him, then, for it had been the rather-hefty straw that broke a horse's back laden with the grief of his father and third son's death, the terror of his cousin Criston's usurpation, and the shock of the realization that his wife had been raped by Criston. He'd cobbled the pieces of himself back together, stirred on by a variety of a reasons, paramount above them the good of the House, but Darick Wylde had never been the same.
So he understood, even if whichever of his body parts was responsible for empathy was a shrunken and smoke-charred nub.
"Your grandmother is buried in the gardens your grandfather built for her." he said, simply.
There wasn't much change to Alver at first, as if the words didn't quite register. He continued to stare into the stones laid on Argella's eyelids, his own gray eyes red-rimmed and swollen from weeping and his handsome face covered with stubble. Then, however, he blinked.
Slowly, Alver Wylde raised his head, and stared at his father, who was so very thin and not at all tall.
"She'll like the gardens." he mumbled. "They're a little grey for now, but she'll like them."
Frankly, Lord Darick Wylde didn't much care for what a dead woman liked or didn't like. She was quite dead, and incapable of complaining. His son, however, was anything but, and it mattered greatly to Lord Wylde that his heir be able to recover from this better than Darick had done from the equivalent situation.
"I'll have the servants dig up a spot." Darick said, and turned to leave the sept, which felt cramped despite the fact that the only three people inside were Darick, Alver, and Argella's corpse.
"Wait." Alver said, with a shaking breath. "I'll...I'll do it myself."
The Lord Wylde frowned, then, nodded, silently. A way to get his mind off of grief. Healthy, if rather plebeian. He stepped out of the sept and lit his pipe.
He picked a spot up on the hill. It wasn't really a hill, of course, more a slight incline in the flatness of his grandmother's garden, but it was in its southeast west corner and oriented so that the sun shone on it for most of the day, and the spot overlooked the rest of the gardens perfectly.
"And here" Alver mumbled to himself, because not even Argella was there to listen to him. "we'll plant hibiscuses. Orange and pink ones, if I can get them, but red will do too. They'll contrast nicely with the tulips down the bend, and the roses on the other side of the garden."
He sunk his shovel into the dirt. It was soft, as always dampened by rain.
"You'll see the water perfectly from up here." he said, smiling softly. "It'll sparkle and shimmer in the sun, and the colors of the flowers will reflect in it. I think it will look like a brilliant tapestry."
"It'll be hard work, of course." grunted Alver, and threw the first shovelful of dirt over his shoulder. "Maester Walton says most of the records on the matter were scorched all those years ago, but it looks like the spring is pretty deep down in the cliff. It'll take a lot of digging, and we'll need some system to drain the dirty water so we can have a nice, clean artificial lake..."
"It won't be easy." he panted, for a hefty mound of dirt had collected behind him. "But we can do it. I know we can."
"You'll see." he threw his shovel in, then out, then in, then out, then in, then out. "It'll be wonderful."
Eventually, it was done, and he stuck the shovel into the dirt. There it was. A rectangular hole in the earth, some six feet long by three wide by six deep. He was panting heavily, his back ached, and his hands had developed blisters that had then subsequently popped, so that they now were covered in blood. But he didn't feel any of it.
"Ser Alver?" a servant had come up behind him, a diminutive fellow with a downcast expression. "May...we bring the Lady in now?"
Alver nodded.
Her coffin, redwood embossed with a seven-pointed star, seemed so small, almost as if it contained a child. It was closed, the lid fastened securely. It had been fortified further, he didn't quite know how, but Colren, the steward, had said something about keeping the flesh-eaters out to the best of their ability. Alver wasn't quite sure what that meant.
He touched it, his hand brushing against it almost absentmindedly, and it seemed now nearly a forethought. He had the sudden and absurd urge to knock on the wood. What for? For luck, he supposed.
The septon came trundling along, too, eventually, and patted him on the shoulder for some reason. Except for the servants, they were alone, and he didn't quite remember why he had requested that. The old man began to chant a somber hymn.
"Would you like to say anything, my Lord?" the septon asked, in a voice that was both kindly and cautious.
Alver blinked, then shook his head.
The septon nodded to the servants.
It wasn't until they had brought her about half-way down into the earth that his shoulders began to shiver.
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2019.02.04 01:50 Kerlyle Homelands and Far Flung Holdings

Image Link for Claims: https://imgur.com/a/V5oBGCD
The Exodus of the Prats
As the Prat’s fled from their homeland centuries ago they found themselves adrift on the seas. Thousands of ships without a safe haven. Supplies dwindling, many tried to sail back to Batham and submit to their conquerors. Instead they were welcomed by the sword. And so the others set off across the ocean in search of new grounds to call home.
There were three main branches to this migration.
The first group of ships set sail towards the islands just south of Tremaise – fishing grounds that were well known to the Prat but also incredibly dangerous. The islands themselves housed a number of strange beasts, including the Aduta that plagued the Cornoth further south. While they were able to find harbor for their ships, it proved a very difficult task to set up any permanent residence on the islands. Children would go missing in the night and wild game was quickly hunted down by larger predators. However, eventually the first group was able to make contact with the Cornoth. While the Cornoth resided in the islands and continent further south, some would occasionally make their way up. They were also happy to trade which was a great relief to the weary Prats. Because of the Cornoth merchants the Prat were able to make it through the first few winters and eventually the settlements on the southern islands began to take hold.
Due to the original complications on these first islands, a second group broke off from the first and travelled west. First they arrived in the atolls to the west of New Pratmor, where some stayed. Most, however, carried on further west eventually striking land somewhere on the southern shores of the continent that Wu Xing occupies. While they were hoping to find safer shores, they found the opposite. These lands were already inhabited by a number of different peoples. Incredibly low on food, they were forced to stay out the winter in a small bay, strangers in a foreign land. The settlement did not survive into the spring.
Yet another group had been separated at the very beginning of the exodus – having been swept away by a rogue storm. This third group, without any point of reference and having lost its bearings, continued to sail north until it reached the island of Tellbos. Tellbos shared much of its climate with Tremaise and was densely forested. There also lived on the island a small species of humanoid called the Toopas. The Toopas stood no taller than three and half feet and were an incredibly gracious host, helping the lost Prats to survive the winter and establish their settlement. Unfortunately, having been isolated for so long, the Toopas did not share the same immunities and a terrible pandemic swept over the island. 50 years later, the last of the Toopas had perished. While the beginning of the island was tragic, it quickly became prosperous. The forestation allowed the Prat to build countless ships, and with them eventually reestablish contact with the southern isles.
Claim: Backdated claim of the rest of Tellbos Island
The Tremai Mountain Holds
The Tremai that conquered old Pratmor had originally descended from the mountains in the South of Tremaise under the rule of House Dumont. As House Dumont expanded, The Tremai homelands in the mountains and in the east were broken apart by internal strife and political struggles between a number of other rival Houses. After House Dumont conquered Batham and the Prats it did an about face and returned back to the east claiming itself the true heir of the Tremai homelands. House Dumont, having grown in power with its conquests, easily conquered the rival houses and brought stability throughout the eastern rim.
Claim: Backdated claim of the eastern and southern flanks of Tremaise
The First Colony of the Prats: The Ujung Islands
With new ships, new land and a new wave of growth, New Pratmor eventually turned its eyes outwards, establishing trade contacts throughout the western ocean including with Wu Xing, Alakoma and Thagra as early as 200BCE. As New Pratmor grew so too did its hunger for new frontiers and new luxuries. Eventually, around 60BCE, these trade contacts helped carry Prat merchants to new lands even further west in Wilayah and the Ujung Islands. These small and untamed islands were home to a native race of Singharata who were more than willing to trade with the newcomers, and introduced the Prat to a number of western Aokoan goods, and importantly the abundance of spices in Wilayah.
But this taste of western luxuries awoke a cruel underbelly of Prat businessmen and wealthy elite, who realized that they could make more profits from controlling the trade than just being a spectator. The Ujung Islands, unlike their neighbors in Thagra and Alakoma, did not have a centralized power structure. Prat businessmen were quick to take advantage of this and by 40BCE they were setting up a number of trading posts and way-stations on the islands. At first it was encouraged, as these outposts were bringing more wealth to the isles, but soon the Prat were monopolizing more and more of the trade throughout the area - hampering the ability of the Ujung merchants to do business. Around 20BCE the Prat had expanded their presence from trade bases to military bases, and the two Singharata city-states on the islands attempted to push out the growing Prat hegemony. They led a number of attacks on the Prat bases, and looked to their old neighbors for aid in reasserting their independence... However aid did not come and in 15BCE the Prat used the growing hostilities and the increased raids on sea traffic to declare an international trade crisis and establish a 'Protectorate' over the islands. Since then New Pratmor has continued to solidify it's presence in the islands, as more and more Prat businesses and migrants take up residence.
Although through most of their trading history the Prat and Singharata were quite friendly, in present day Ujung the Singharata are often treated as second class citizens. As capitalist interest in the spice trade ballooned they sought ways to exploit the natural resources on the island and find cheap labor. The Singharata lands satisfied the first and their people the latter. Over time these businesses pushed a number of campaigns depicting the Singharata as savages and treasonous. This led to a negative view of them in Prat society, which has led to restrictions on their traditional ways of life and their opportunities for advancement. With much of the lands and waters they used to fish in and farm in bought out and without a way to advance their lot in society, many Singharata had to look to other ways of making money and providing for their families. Some turned to sport - taking place in large water-running leagues that won them fame and prize money enough to house themselves in the cities. Others turned to working in warehouses and other hard labor. And there are also those that still try to eke out a living in the areas on the islands not monopolized by the Prat. Many Prat still see the Singharata as their equals, but unfortunately these people tend to be in the same conditions as them, on the lower rungs of Prat society.
As trade in spices and other tropical goods like wood, pearls and raw materials has grown, the islands have become a strategic and economic linchpin for the Prat, serving as an important stopping ground for traders in the western trade. Seeing the value it was bringing in and anticipating further riches, New Pratmor stated to expand further into Irunta Kulit starting in 2CE. However, the Singharata subspecies that lived there, the Rakyat, were much more violent and resisting of their attempts. The violent nature of these resistances unfortunately has led to even worse treatment of the Ujung Singharata, through no fault of their own.
Claim: The Ujung Islands and part of the coast of Irunta Kulit
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2018.10.04 11:17 1surveysays1 My old manager drank half a cup of my spit without realising it.

I worked in a bank about 10 years ago.
The manager of the bank was a fucking bi-polar bitch.
One day she'd instruct us to work one way and the next reprimand you like a child for working that way the following day and would swear blind "we've NEVER worked this way".
Needless to say, this rancid bitch drove me to the point of quitting within one year.
One my last day, she had me do most shittiest tasks. Things that hadn't been done for at least a couple of years (like charging local businesses when they wanted to get x-amount of change for their till). I didn't protest, just merely pointed out that it would be ridiculous to backdate this for two years out of the blue.
We also had homeless people sleep behind the bank and they'd leave shit everywhere.. litter, blankets, you name it.
She told me to clean it up. I told her politely to fuck off. You'd need the proper gear in case of needles etc. Plus, I wasn't employed as a cleaner.
Long story short, she told me I had to make the tea on my final day. I was happy to oblige. It meant that I could just hang out upstairs, out of her way here and there. Plus, it was really hot in the Bank and cool upstairs... And she'd had me sweating my bollocks off. I was glad of the rest.
Anyways, I marked the cups up with everyone's initials to make sure everyone got the cup they'd asked for.
Her cup however was half filled with my spit. Not lung butter lumps, just regular spit. I also quickly stuck my finger down around my cock, slipped out around the foreskin and made sure the whole rim of the cup had some dick essence around it.
I watched with glee as she supped away, drinking my spit and wrapping her filthy mouth around the cup, tasting my cock without even realising it.
She even commented on how good it tasted. Seems I have a tasty dick or she LOVES sweaty helmet.
TL:DR My old manager was a cunt and I got a little payback.
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2018.07.22 05:11 Auddan The Virtues of the Sons

Backdated to the 16th Day of the Fifth Moon of the Year 418AC
Evening, in the private chambers of Summerhall, the Stormlands
Corlys pushed off the meeting as late as he could. But as the sun slipped beyond the horizon, he knew his time had run out.
There was no escaping the task that lay before him. Not truly, not in a way that wouldn't make things worse. He was caught in a trap he could neither see nor divine, and it seemed to him that the more he struggled, the more thoroughly ensnared he became.
Part of him thought of resisting anyway. He was a knight, by the gods, and he had fought men, slain men, while sailing rough and dangerous seas. Half a dozen times he had climbed the mast in the height of an autumn gale, and a score of times he had dared the Stepstones at night, with enemy vessels hot on his tracks. Corlys knew bravery. He knew what it was to bear your life in your hands. He knew what risk was, he knew what it cost, he knew that lives were startlingly short and achingly feeble, little more than candles guttering in a strong eastern wind. A blink and they went out. So it was best to enjoy the light while it lasted.
All this the Velaryon knew, and more things besides, and yet it was what he didn't know that damned him. It didn't matter that he knew Visaera Targaryen wanted nothing more than to hurt him. It didn't matter that he knew he was the only father Aerys had ever known. It didn't matter that he knew Driftmark to be a good place for the young Velaryon to grow.
All that mattered were the same two questions, sounding in his mind like the blackest duet.
They haunted him. In his sleep, in his bed. While he instructed the men of the Company, while he ate the tasteless food that clung to his tongue like clumps of ash -- while he spoke to his son. Gods. Why did Aerys have to seek him out? The young Prince had laughed, and smiled, and told his father all he had seen -- but Corlys could only think the same two words.
It didn't matter why she fucked them. Corlys was not so petty, not so base, as to concern himself with that. Long had he wondered if the queen kept other lovers, but he knew better than to ask, better than to pry. If she entertained herself in Dragonstone all the better for him, that was Corlys' view, and if she kept companions in court she was subtle and discrete and discerning. It was not the why she had cheated that tore at his insides, that raked at his chest. That soured his belly and pounded against the back of his skull like an anvil. No -- Corlys wished for a different sort of answer. One he could guess at, but assumed he would never hear.
He wanted to know why she chose him as her victim. Why she had plucked him from quiet obscurity and twisted his life into a broken, ravaged sacrifice.
It didn't matter. Corlys stood before the door of his brother's chambers, and prepared to do his duty.
The guards had hardly knocked upon the door to inform their liege of a guest when Corlys Velaryon pushed right past them, derelict and disheveled. He had not shaved, or showered, his silver hair rank and knotted, though his clothing was still fine Myrish silk and foreign damask, fitting closely to a form that had not yet gone to fat. From the neck down he was as he had always been; a passingly handsome man of average build, no more likely to sweep a woman off her feet than he was to sweep a foeman off his horse with a single swing of his sword, or fell a tree with a singular blow of an axe. Corlys was not burly even at the best of times, but now he looked truly reduced -- be it the hunch of his shoulders or the slouch of his back, he seemed small. Shrunken. Less than.
His puffy, red-rimmed violet eyes swept the room, waiting patiently for his brother's appearance. All at once he could not wait, and he called; "Aurane? Aurane. Get out here, please. Aurane!"
Corlys paced back and forth across his brother's chamber floors.
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2018.06.17 15:11 Addictedtocoins Cheap Eagles and graded coins.

Updated proof
2 Apostle ATB’s $96.50 each
17 Backdated ASE with problems, $18.5 Each
SOLD 8- 1988 Eagles, 5-1993 and 4-1999, if you buy all 17 you get a tube
SOLD 2-2013 Ase $18.75 each
SOLD 2-2006 Ms-69 Eagles ~~$25 $23 Each~~
SOLD 2014 Canadian maple leaf $17.5
SOLD 6 2005 Silver quarter sets, comes with box and coa $16 Each
SOLD 1936 Ms-65 Washington quarter $75/Make an offer
SOLD 1922 Peace Ms-64 $35
SOLD Scottsdale 1 oz bar $17, $16 with a purchase over $50
1957 Chevrolet Bel Air Bar with toning on the rim and an inscription on the back J.J Hassan “It is what it is” $20
I take PayPal and Google pay. I’m open to other methods, just pm me and we can discuss. Shipping:
0-4 oz package = $3 first class
4-8 oz package = $3.5 first class
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Over 14 oz package = $7.50 FR
Once the package is dropped off with Usps, all responsibility of the package is with Usps and the buyer.
With that said I package safe and secure, and if any problems arise I’ll will do my best to help resolve them.
As always prices are negotiable, if you need more pictures let me know, offers of full price take precedent over discounted offers and offers for multiple items take precedent over single items. If multiple offers are made on an item and a deal is struck you have one hour to pay or it goes on to the next buyer.
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2018.06.14 20:19 Addictedtocoins ATB's, Eagles, Walkers, Graded coins, and More.

2 Apostle ATB’s $100 each $100 shipped each
17 Backdated ASE $20 $19.5 Each
8- 1988 Eagles, 5-1993 and 4-1999, if you buy all 17 it’s $325 shipped with a tube.
2-2013 Ase $19 each
2-2006 Ms-69 Eagles $25 Each
2014 Canadian maple leaf $18 $17.5
SOLD $10 Face in Walking liberty 12.7* Face
6 2005 Silver quarter sets, comes with box and coa $16.5 $16 Each
1936 Ms-65 Quarter $85 $75/Make an offer
1922 Peace Ms-64 $35
Scottsdale 1 oz bar $18 $17, $16 with a purchase over $50
1957 Chevrolet Bel Air Bar with toning on the rim and an inscription on the back J.J Hassan “It is what it is” $22.5 $20
I take PayPal and Google pay. I’m open to other methods, just pm me and we can discuss. Shipping:
0-4 oz package = $3 first class
4-8 oz package = $3.5 first class
8-12 oz package = $4 first class
12-14 oz package = $4.5 first class
Over 14 oz package = $7.50 FR
Once the package is dropped off with Usps, all responsibility of the package is with Usps and the buyer.
With that said I package safe and secure, and if any problems arise I’ll will do my best to help resolve them.
As always prices are negotiable, if you need more pictures let me know, offers of full price take precedent over discounted offers and offers for multiple items take precedent over single items. If multiple offers are made on an item and a deal is struck you have one hour to pay or it goes on to the next buyer.
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