Jan 01, 2017 More crucially than its official 'mind-sport' label, is the fact that poker just works in the same as any other sport. IF poker isn't a sport, it would be a game, and I just can't think of any game that has the same levels of industry, interest and ethos, like poker. By Jay Lovinger Page 2. Is poker a sport? Before I attempt to answer that question, here's another one: What difference does it make? A couple of times in the past few weeks, Tony Kornheiser of. May 11, 2010 The card game of poker has been officially accepted by the International Mind Sports Association at the organization’s congress held in Dubai, UAE. Is poker an official sport.
THE DETAILS ON THE KNIGHT AND THE DRAGON: AGE RANGE: The stated age range is 4 and up, but the illustrations are so big and evocative and the story is so relatively gentle that I wouldn’t worry about reading this to much younger readers. Like I said, my daughter was two when she discovered The Knight and the Dragon and she loved it. Maester Aemon sat in a chair next to the hearth of his chambers, visualizing the flames and the heat. He himself had never possessed the invulnerability to fire, yet he found an alluring comfort to it that only those with the blood of the Dragon could feel. Behind him, he heard the voice of one of his brothers of the Night's Watch.
Chapter 1-11 have been revised as of 1-21-19
Chapters 12-20 have been revised as of 4-24-19
Chapters 21-30 have been revised as of 7-3-2019
Chapters 31-40 have been revised as of 9-2-2019
PLEASE READ BEFORE BEGINNING! To get an idea of what you're in for if you're a new reader, I had no plan when I began writing this. chapters 1-21 are very parallel with canon and the Battle of the Bastards is pretty much the same. This is my first fic and everything was done to get to 'scenes' rather than a story. Ex: Instead of Winterfell I wanted the Battle with the Dead somewhere else so I could simply do some things I wanted. Wight Hunt still happens because NK needs an ace and so that thing's aren't pretty one sided. I had no faith in myself to do anything truly original until I tried. I wrote without thought so there were many things (some where changed) that I regreted writing and had to stick with. I don't know how this got on a top 15 list on buzzfeed, I can name a dozen others that deserve the spot more but probably didn't get it because they are pretty explicit.
Prologue
Aemon
The cold winds at the Wall blew gently throughout the cracks in the stones and planks of Castle Black. Never before has the castle been as vacant as it was after Lord Commander Mormont led the rangers beyond the Wall. When the day came that the horn was blown signaling the return, there was much hope brought to the rangers. But it died when only two of the three hundred that left came back and brought the news of the Lord Commander's death. The mood had ever since been as cold as the ice of the Wall.
Maester Aemon sat in a chair next to the hearth of his chambers, visualizing the flames and the heat. He himself had never possessed the invulnerability to fire, yet he found an alluring comfort to it that only those with the blood of the Dragon could feel. Behind him, he heard the voice of one of his brothers of the Night's Watch.
Will not be back to red rock and (if management reads these). Completely @#$%, can not describe how irritated I am with the situation. At this point I was cashed out and he just gave me a warning, but HE LEFT THE TWO PEOPLE COLLUDING, showing each other cards and speaking another language stay. Instead of Shawn kicking out the two people that were clearly colluding, he kicks out the first person that defended me. How to run poker room. FIRE THE F.
'You sent for me Maester Aemon?'
'Grenn, yes come sit with me a moment.' Grenn obliged and sat in the chair opposite of the Maester's. 'I have need of someone whom I can trust to safely deliver a message for me to a place far from here.'
'And you want me to?' He asked with curiosity.
'Indeed, but if you feel that you wish not to, I will respect your decision.'
'Actually, if it really is far from here, I wouldn't mind going. Anything to get me out of the cold.' Grenn chuckled. 'Where is it I would be?'
Maester Aemon didn't respond immediately as if he himself had to take a moment to comprehend the answer. 'Essos.'
Grenn sat up, wide-eyed. 'Essos?'
'Meereen to be exact.'
'Who could you possibly know from there?'
'My niece, Daenerys. Word has reached me that she has become queen and rid the cities of slavery.'
Grenn was shocked, still trying to believe that the Maester wanted him to go to Essos. 'I don't mean any offense, but why? She probably doesn't even know you're alive, even who you are.'
'No, she probably doesn't. As far as she knows, she is the only one of her family left in the world. And after I pass, she will continue to think that even if she learns of me. I don't expect you to understand, but I sense great dangers ahead of her. As one of her only living blood, the least I can do is provide words of comfort to her.'
Grenn took a moment to gather his thoughts, he'd never been anywhere but the North. To go to another continent was overwhelming. 'Why me? Wouldn't Sam be a better choice? I mean, we don't exactly know each other that well. And he is your personal steward I would've thought you trusted him more. And I don't think Ser Alliser will want anyone leaving when we need to be preparing for Mance Rayder's army.'
'I will take care of Ser Alliser. And Sam has something more than his duty that requires him here.'
'Oh, right. He never stops talking about her.'
Maester Aemon smiled heartily with a laugh. 'We all fall in love at least once in our lives. So then, can I trust you to help me?'
There was a brief silence between the two men of the Night's watch. The only noise made was by the cracking of the fire. Grenn looked at the Maester, his hands shaking at the pressure of the task. 'I'll do it.'
Maester Aemon gave Grenn a small smile before standing up. 'Would you be so kind as to fetch a quill and parchment, and write down what I dictate. Though I must warn you, the words I say must stay between the two of us until they are delivered. Can I trust you with that as well?'
Grenn sat at a desk with parchment and quill ready to write. 'I swear on my life as a Ranger of the Night's Watch to never tell anyone.' He was an honorable lad to do so, a trait he most likely picked up from Jon Snow.
Maester Aemon began to speak his message and Grenn wrote his words as best he could. When he had finished, Grenn folded the parchment and sealed it with wax. He looked at Maester Aemon who was watching him, his eyes were blind yet Grenn could feel as if he was looking at his very soul. 'No one will know what's on here but you, me, and your niece.'
'I have arranged for a ship at Eastwatch that will take you to White Harbor when you arrive. From there you must book passage to Mereen. If you inform Lord Manderly that you are traveling for official business of the Night's Watch, he shall take care of finding a ship for you.'
'I'll leave tonight.' Grenn folded the letter and stamped it with a wax seal. 'I promise you I will get this to her.'
'I can't thank you enough for this Grenn. Now go on, you need time to prepare.'
With that said, Grenn left and Maester Aemon sat back down at the fire. He could feel himself getting weaker by the day. His time was coming to an end.
Though he was blind, he turned his head to the fire in the hearth of his room, imagining the flames dancing and keeping him warm and the secret underneath as well. He thought back to the last day he saw Brynden Rivers before he vanished beyond the Wall.
'Must you go?' Aemon asked. 'There are rumors spreading beyond the Wall about a danger even the Wildlings fear.'
'Which is why I must go.' Brynden told him. 'If a handful of rangers talk such things, their brothers think them to be madmen. But if the Lord Commander says the same things, then it is unquestionable. And… there's something else.'
'What is it?'
'My dreams have been more frequent. They linger like a sickness, telling me that the cure is beyond the Wall.'
'You mean the ones about the legends of the White Walkers?'
'Not the legends. I think my dreams are of the future.'
'What makes you say such a thing?'
'I've read every text about the Long Night I could, and none of them mention dragons fighting against the White Walkers. And I keep hearing the same words repeat over and over. The Promised shall bring the Dawn.'
That day had Aemon on edge about what was to come. If Daenerys really did have dragons, then the world needed them when the dead come.
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Night Fury
You were gust a few years older than the few Viking teens on Berk, and though you would rather die than admit it out loud, you couldn't help but feel bad for the scrawniest teen Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, which was ironic considering he was the son of Stoick the Vast.
But shortly after he started rambling about shooting down a Night Fury dragon(which you totally didn't buy), you noticed how he disappeared into the woods one early morning, and he came back knife in hand with a horrified look on his face.
You were curious as to what the hell could've scared the teen so badly, so that night, you left the village with a bright torch and tracked Hiccup's trail from this morning.
But when you eventually came to a clearing with a large boulder, all you found were huge portions of dirt and grass dug and kicked up from their places, as if there was a bit of a struggle…and then you noticed the thick ropes and bolos all over the area, but they were cut.
This might explain the knife, you thought and leaned down to further examine the ropes, but what the hell was he cutting the ropes for? The Night Fury can't ACTUALLY be real, can it?
You grimaced at the slight thought that you started to believe in the Night Fury's existence, and shrugged as you stood back up and turned to leave…but just before you took another step, you heard a high-pitched roar echo throughout the forest, sending chills up your spine.
You whipped back around and waved your torch around to bring light to the surrounding darkness, and your legs suddenly acted against your brain, which told you to go back, and you started running deeper into the forest, towards the roars.
After a few minutes of running, you skidded to a halt when you nearly fell to what was certainly your death, as you stopped just in time on the edge of a rock ledge. You held your torch as far out as you could, and you could barely make out a huge cove that was maybe just about the size of half of Berk.
But in the blink of an eye, another shrill roar called out, and a massive black creature suddenly burst out in front of you, barely missing your torch. Time seemed to slow down for you, as the light of our torch illuminated the creature; you immediately realized it could only be the mythical black dragon Hiccup was talking about.
But before you could step back to avoid the dragon's claws, he suddenly grabbed you in a vice grip, and pulled you down with him; luckily though, you two didn't fall to your death, as the Night Fury quickly flipped around and glided to safety over a lake. Even though the landing was a tad rough, you only got away with a few scratches.
Though, a bit of outer pain was the least of your problems. YOU WERE NOW IN THE CLUTCHES OF THE LEGENDARY NIGHT FURY!
'Is this how I die?!' you shrieked as you curled up in the black dragon's tight grip around your torso. But you kept your eyes shut tight for a few moments and nothing happened, no pain came. You snapped your eyes open at the same time that the Night Fury suddenly dropped you on your back.
You had dropped you torch when you landed, and it was now out of reach, but the fading light was bright enough for you to see the piercing green eyes of the beast, as his pupils were as thin paper. You could also see as he bared his straight rows of sharp teeth, and he stared directly into your eyes as he towered over you.
'A-are you…going to k-k-kill m-me?' you stuttered as tears pricked at your eyes, even though you knew the dragon wouldn't understand you; you just spoke out of utter terror.
But for some reason, the dragon never bit you or clawed you to death like you were expecting…instead, he started rubbing his head against your torso while growling low which sounded like purring, very similar to that of a cat(Were cats around then? I have no idea. Just go with it).
'W-what…what a-are you doing?' you asked meekly, but the Night Fury suddenly licked your face with his extremely moist tongue, trailing a huge and gross trail of sticky saliva all over your chest, neck, and face. Some of it even got in your hair, much to your dismay.
'Ew, gross! Seriously, what are you doing?!' you snapped in disgust while trying to wipe the dragon saliva off, but it proved to be easier said than done with its thick content, and it might as well have been as thick as spoiled yak milk.
Suddenly, the beast started gently clawing at your tunic, pulling down on it as it desperately sniffed and licked at your bare neck. You started shivering and felt powerless, even as the dragon suddenly ripped through your tunic revealing your bare breasts('Cause I'm pretty sure Vikings didn't have bras then, but if they did, feel free to correct me!).
He started licking even harder at your nipples, as his warm breath somehow felt cold when it hit the saliva dripping down your chest, making you shiver harder. Despite how much you wanted him to, which honestly pissed you off, he never teasingly bit at your nipples, and just kept licking them like a giddy puppy dog(Again, I don't know if Vikings had these animals, so just go with it).
But after a few more arousing licks, the dragon suddenly stopped and stepped back, making your nipples perk as the saliva cooled to the nightly chill. The Night Fury was then bumping his nose into your crotch while growling and humming in desperation, as if trying to signal you that he wants something…and it pained you to admit it, but you knew exactly what he wanted, and you were ok with that…AND YOU WERE NOT OK WITH THAT!
Involuntarily, you sat up and started pulling down your pants, but they were tight enough to pull down on your underwear too, which you were ready to take off yet. But as soon as you reached to pull them back up, the black dragon suddenly plunged his muzzle back into your crotch, frantically licking at your womanhood.
It was now impossible now to tell if you were wet before he started licking there because your inner thighs and slit were now covered in thick dragon slobber. You couldn't even help yourself when you threw your head back, groaning in pleasure while grabbing the dragon's head with one hand and placing the other behind you for support.
He continued to plunge his thick tongue into you at an amazing speed, and you even started sticking your tongue out when he constantly hit your g-spot. But then he got REALLY desperate and started pushing you across the dirt, backing you up against a boulder, hard enough to actually bruise your back.
But you could barely feel the pain as the pleaser was just too overwhelming; though, that pleasure suddenly ended when he pulled his tongue out and shook his head. The Night Fury licked his lips as he stared into your eyes again, and you saw his slits go thin again.
And out of nowhere, he suddenly started walking on two legs while grabbing you and pinning you against the top of the boulder. You gasped in fright when you had no idea why he would do this…until you tilted your head and looked down.
Between the Night Fury's legs was a massive three foot long, red erection with thick veins and a pointed head, like that of a spear. You started hyperventilating when you realized the dragon was lining himself up with you, preparing to go in and do the deed.
You never really thought about it until now, but you started to wonder what sex with a dragon would be like. You were about to find out, as you were going to lose your virginity to the legendary Night Fury dragon.
You felt intense pain in your lower regions, as you swore you felt some fleshy spikes on his penis, and blood leaked as you were forced to stretch around the dragon's length. But it wasn't just painful for you; it hurt very badly for the Night Fury too, as you were not a dragon, but a human; so your vagina naturally hugged hum dangerously tighter than an average female dragon would.
But before you could get used to his length, the dragon's instincts kicked in, even if it still hurt for him too, and he started thrusting at speeds far too quick that any human should begin with, especially with this size inside.
But before long, you shrieked when pain quickly turned to pleasure again, and you wrapped your arms as far as you could around the dragon's torso, as he started to growl and pant lustfully; his tongue sticking out and more saliva dripped onto you, but you couldn't care less.
He then grabbed your waists tightly, digging his claws into your skin, and started thrusting at inhuman speeds, making you scream in delight.
'OH, FUCK!' you shouted at the top of your lungs when you finally came, and the dragon roared even louder than before and pumped into you one last time when he finally ejaculated, pushing on you and scraping your back against the rough exterior of the boulder.
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So, that was sex with a dragon, a Night Fury to be exact. And honestly? You loved it, no matter how wrong it was, you would totally do it again; though, you regretted wishing that when the dragon suddenly started thrusting into you again, baring his teeth and threatening to bite you if you refused.
You knew you wanted this again, but not THIS soon; but then you remembered that he wasn't human, but a dragon, so his stamina would naturally be immensely greater than the average human male…as well as the amount of sperm he squirted into you, as you could feel Night Fury seed now leaking out of you and around his thick dragon dick from his first ejaculation.
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This started to worry you, as even though it was unheard of and most likely impossible, you still didn't want to get pregnant. But you couldn't worry about that now. You're getting fucked by a dragon, so enjoy it.
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