The sky above Vaes Dothrak was clear and blue. The early morning sun was high as the last of the dosh khaleen's slave messengers returned from their collective journey to inform every khal, of every khalasar that the Horselord's had finally called their people home. The enormous and open city seemed to be even more deserted than it normally was; save for the cities center which was where the entirety of the city's populace had congregated as they awaited the arrival of their Dothraki ken. The first Khalasar to arrive was Khal Drogo's. Drogo's khalasar had already been on it's way due to Drogo's Targ-wife being with child. The second and third khalasar arrived at seemingly the same time; it was Khal's Morro and Jommo's two respectively large khalasar's. The two Khalasars had been warring recently and tensions between warriors, women, and slaves alike grew high as the two khalasars merged into one large mass of people. The Khal's made their way to the head of the mass. By the time both had made it to the head of the group neither could differentiate their people. The Khals exchanged glances before mutually and wordlessly deciding to ride alongside each other to the city center. Khal Zekko's khalasar was next to arrive followed by the khalasar of Khal Motho. As more and more khalasar's arrived the vast emptiness of Vaes Dothrak was filled with hundreds of thousands of people. The sun had only gone down slightly once the last of the Dothraki had returned home.
Everyone waited for their respective Khal's to start interacting with those not apart of their khalasar before they themselves did. It was not long before the dosh khaleen asked the khals to quiet their people so all would be at full attention to the khaleen's chosen speaker. The khaleen had made their slaves construct a rissen stage of sorts in the center of the city. The khaleen sat on this stage while being waited on by their slaves. But, the former wives of fallen Khal's were accompanied by more than just their slaves. Next to them sat a group of cloaked individuals, seemingly hiding behind their hood's; this was disconcerting to some but interesting to all.
"My people. Dothraki. It brings me great pleasure to announce to you all the Horselords have sent us, the one. The Stallion That Will Mount the World is now among us!" The crone-speaker screeched in the harsh language of the Dothraki for all to hear. Gasps and whispers and overtook the whole crowd. Khal Drogo rose in anger at this statement. The other Khals simply kept watching, listening. "Dothraki! I present to you all..." the speaker paused as she gestured towards one of the hooded figures. The cloaked individual then made their way to the front of the stage. "Khal Kaileena!"
And with that, the hidden individual grabbed the front of their cloak and in one powerful motion threw it to the wind which carried the shed cloak off the stage. The crowd was dead silent, everyone taken aback by who the crones had named their new collective leader.
Before the entirety of the Dothraki people stood a tall young woman. Her skin was of a light-orange tent, her hair a deep brown and the length of her back. Her eyes were large and circular and of a light brown shade. She wore leather armor with plating around her torso.
"What is this insult to the pride of my unborn son!" An enraged Drogo screamed before ordering one of his slaves to bring him his Arakh.
"Blood will not be shed in our home!" The orange woman screamed back at Drogo. "I accept your challenge Khal Drogo, but before we duel I have a something to propose to everyone..." The woman paused.
"Khals! I challenge all of you to one-on-one mortal combat. I will prove to you all that I am the chosen one by killing each and every last Khal. While I am slaying you, your Bloodriders will be fighting mine!" The woman yelled whilst grinning ear-to-ear as she gestured to the cluster of hooded figures behind her who shed their cloaks just as she had...
Immediately outside the city the Khals and their Bloodriders prepared themselves for the elimination-by-death style tournament they all had to take part in, less they be shamed and stricken of their position as Khal's. The rest of the Dothraki awaited for the tournament to begin, many of them discussed whether what they thought the outcome of all of this would be. While the Dothraki leaders were preparing themselves and the Dothraki populace awaited the show of a lifetime; the mysterious woman and her "Bloodriders" simply sat under a tent rissen for them by the khaleens slaves and conversated as they waited for their opponents to ready up.
"Bloodriders?" A tall, young, well built ebony-skinned man asked in common tongue whilst sharpening two artfully crafted short swords that were just as beautiful as they were deadly. A norm for weapons from the Summer Islands.
"Bloodriders are a Khal's personal guards, normally treated like family by the khal they are sworn to. "Blood of my blood" as Khal's are known to say," a shorter, but, equally built and aged man of skin color typical of Westerosi answered as he polished the head of his heavily engraved axe.
"In a way, aren't all of us each other's Bloodriders?" A young pale skinned, black-haired woman interjected as she practiced with her spear and shield.
The tent grew quiet only for a moment before Drogo's wife stormed into the tent.
"Who do you think you are!?" The Targaryen girl yelled to no one in particular in common tongue drawing the immediate attention of the tents occupants. The woman who had challenge all the Khal's was the first to speak.
"Well, Targ. This is Xara." The woman calmly said as she gestured toward the dark man. Who simply grinned, mocking Dany's anger. "This is Ragnorh." The axe wielder nodded toward Dany. "And last but most certainly not least. Celia." The woman stood and glared at the princess. "And I'll take it you remember my name."
Daenerys' breathing slowed grew heavy as her anger grew. Just as she was about to speak the slaves pounded the drums that signified the beginning of the death match. The group gathered everything they would need for the coming Kombat. As they made their collective way out of the tent, ignoring the princess as they went. Dany swallowed her contempt as she made her way back to Drogo and the rest of her people.
The slaves had risen two separate arena's directly beside one-another. One ring, large enough to hold many people. was where the Bloodriders would do battle. The smaller ring beside it was where the Khal's would battle. outside of the immediate area (save for the steps) of the risen arena's sharpened wooden spikes jutted from the ground. Death was all but certain for anyone who would fall. Kaileena, Xara, Celia, and Ragnorh were the first to stand in the rings. The drums stopped and the massive audience grew silent as the first Khal and his Bloodriders climbed the steps. Khal Zekko was the first; only because he beat Drogo to the stairs.
In the Bloodriders arena Xara stood high as he twirled his beautiful weapons in his hands. His armor only complemented the beauty of his blades. He wore a solid piece of plate armour over his torso that gleamed in the light as if it had been polished only moments ago. On his forearms were two gauntlets of armor of the same material as his torsos. And on his legs he wore something similar. Celia stood proud in her fitted armor of mammoth hide. Shield in one hand and spear in the other. Ragnorh had no armor, save for his horse leather-chainmail gloves. He tightly gripped his axe and smirked as he made eye contact with one of his opponents. As Zekko and Kaileena stared each other down the sun was blotted out by dark, low clouds.