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The disaster happened fast. You vaguely remember the feeling of salt filling your lungs, but even that terrible burning feels like a distant memory. For a moment you wonder if anyone will ever find you, but no one would care enough to fish up the ruins of a third son. All that would be left of you was the soon to be lost memory of a poor captain swept up in a freak storm.
But as you died was that a voice that spoke to you? A command still rung in your ethereal ear, a command spoken in a water logged but might voice that said: "Aeron Harlaw! History has taken a wrong turn! Force Green and Black into war so the Iron born, my people may rule!"
The voice echoed again in your head and the endless world of gray gave way. You realize you were now in some Keep, a keep with Dragon banners around every corner. Is this the RedKeep? A Kingsguard walls by and you are terrified of being caught when the Knight phases right through you! For a moment you feel the world again through his flesh but it dissapears just as fast.
The voice returns to say "For a death stole away an undead lofe is given. King Viserys used magic go extend his life five years past his should be death, but his time again comes soon. Possess the living and create chaos for the war to come. You shall be rewarded."
And then it is gone. But the question remains where are you?
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