Sothoryos, Yeen (Mid 284 AC):
My civilization is growing quite rapidly during my expansion in the land of Sothoryos. We started by first establishing the colonies on Salt-Blood Point, formerly Basilisk Point that was abandoned by the Valyrian and the Rhoynar. Then I ordered my children and humans at Skull Island and Ax Isle to colonise Zamettar.
During the colonization of Sothoryos, my children and humans encountered groups of Sothoryi, or better known as Brindled Men. I left orders of my children and humans to kill them, or give them to me to turn. They did so and now I have over a hundred Sothoryi as my children.
Alongside the brindled men, pirates have been trying to raid my colonies alongside the northern coast of Sothoryos, but my children take care of them. Killing or bringing them to me so I can turn them.
In total I have six hundred and fifty three vampires with about six hundred and fifty humans, former slaves and pirates. With hundreds of Sothoryi tribes on the continent with many pirates near Sothoryos, the number of my children will continue to grow and grow.
The city ruins of Zamettar and Yeen were colonised in the last year and were being slowly rebuilt. Though Yeen was not ruined at all, according to rumors, the city was cursed to anyone that lives there but the rumors were fake. As the 'curse' was just the animals, disease and attacks from different Sothoryi tribes.
Like Gogossos, we have established temples to our Lord in Zamettar and Yeen, the same acts of miracles that happened in Gogossos, appeared in the area around Zamettar and Yeen. I've sent a few of my children to scout the city ruin of Gorosh. It was penal colony just like Gogossos, so we can rebuild it. Maybe turn it into a massive harbour town.
My thoughts turned to my new life, or unlife, on this world. It's been five years and in those five years, I have become a leader to a new civilization, with a part of a continent under my power.
I was in Yeen, just a standard day with plans on how to invade other cities when I received a message from LOSAB.
"Go to the place where the dragons originated."
Valyria...he wants me to go to the ruins of Old Valyria.
Yep, I've decided he is an eternal prick!
Shaking my head to get rid of those justified thoughts, I stopped in front of the Vault of Yeen. The vault was under the biggest building in Yeen, and yet no one and nothing can get it open. It is made of the same oily, black stone that Yeen was made of, however the vault had no entrance.
Well, no entrance anymore. When one of my children found the vault, the entrance was destroyed with a massive blockade of the oily, black stone. It's been a week and the entrance has not been fully cleared, though I have multiple vampires and humans alike trying to get rid of the stone.
I walked up to one of the workers. A woman in her mid thirties, wearing the now standard vampire attire.
A grey tunic and over it is a grey leather brigandine, black leather gloves, black breeches and black boots. Each vampire had two weapons with them, a bastard sword and a small dagger.
I decided some time ago that I needed to wear something that differentiated myself from children, incase I needed to negotiate with a foreign power.
Now I wear a black baggy tunic with a steel cuirass over it, black baggy breeches which are tucked into black leather boots. I added some steel pauldrons with a flowing black cape stitched in between the pauldrons and tunic. I have a bastard sword but the cross guards, which are coloured a dull gold, are sloped forward, like a claymore, the pommel was a spike while the handle was wrapped in black leather.
"My child, how long do you think you'll be able to clear the entrance to the vault?" I asked her, she stood up and bowed before answering.
"Greetings Father. We aren't completely certain but it might take another week or two." I didn't like her answer. I couldn't wait a week for the entrance to be cleared.
"Use your power to clear it." I heard LOSAB's voice.
"The power that I have granted you can destroy the blockage. Search within yourself and unleash it in one blast." And just as the Lord said, information filled my head, but it was uncomfortable and I held my head while hissing.
"Father are you okay?" I heard my child call out to me.
"I'm fine my child. Just a headache, please ask the rest of my children and humans to move out of the way?" I asked my child, who did so but was confused. As the people moved out of the way, I accessed the power within me, it was uncomfortable and unnatural, which sort of made sense since the power was from a god. I looked at my body to find the same black energy surrounding my body, I gathered the power into my hands before unleashing in a blast of black energy.
The resounding explosion made every vampire and human fall to the floor, while I stood standing. The energy dissipated, then I fell to one knee, breathing heavily and holding my chest in pain.
"Father!/Speaker!" I heard numerous shouts behind me and the thudding of boots. My children helped me to stand on my feet and tried to escort me out of the building but I stubbornly declined.
"No! Let me see this vault!" I ordered. With great hesitance, they helped me inside the room. What was inside made me both happy and astonished.
Gold...lots and lots of gold. Gold bars, gold coins, gold everything. The entire vault was filled with it, my children, humans and I were all surprised by the vault's contents.
"My children, humans." I called to them. "I believe our work has gotten easier." I finished with a smile, but my vision suddenly turned black and I heard my daughter call out to me, but I couldn't respond as I fell into a deep sleep.
In the Void:
Shadow sat lazily on a throne, his face leaning on a closed fist as he slept. His being shrouded in darkness, as the void had no light. However a sudden flash of red flame woke Shadow from his slumber. Annoyed, he opened his eyes to find someone he hasn't seen in awhile.
"Hello R'hllor...my little brother." Shadow greeted.
The red flames died down to allow Shadow to see a human with tanned skin, long hair that moved like it was fire itself, and wore blood red, priest-like robes. R'hllor had red eyes that could strike fear into any mortal, however Shadow wasn't a mortal, he was older and wiser than his younger brother. So he was not affected by the glare.
"What are you doing here, brother? You should be long dead by now." R'hllor hatefully said to Shadow who didn't answer him and just stared at R'hllor with boredom. The Lord of Light hated that look and shot a fireball from his hand, towards Shadow who quickly held up his hand. A barrier of black energy blocked the fireball, to the shock of R'hllor.
"H-How do you have your power back?! It should have been spread throughout the southern continent!" R'hllor shouted in disbelief. Shadow merely smirked.
"You have your champions little brother, and I have mine." Shadow cryptically said before standing up from the throne and walked down the steps, towards R'hllor. Shadow stopped in front of his younger brother, his smirk still on his face. Shadow then started to circle his brother.
"Why are you trying to attack me, little brother? I've done nothing towards you, but you have always had a problem with restraint. You should learn some, if you did 'The Great Other' would have been defeated by now." Shadow chastised his younger brother, who looked away with annoyance on his face.
Shadow just laughed before walking back towards his throne and sitting on it.
"In spite of my feelings towards you, I know that our brother has gone mad with power, particularly with his little 'White Walkers'. I will destroy him for you since you have failed in that regard, oh and please turn off the light when you leave." Shadow ordered his younger brother, who looked ready to destroy something. However R'hllor didn't do that and simply left in a flash of fire, but the flame kept going in a last attempt to insult his older brother.
Shadow just sighed and teleported towards the flame before snuffing it out by stamping on it, the only thing that was visible in the void was orange filled eyes that showed amusement.
"Heh...if brother is going to do what I think he is going to do. Then my champion might be in a bit of trouble. Should I send help? Or should I leave him to suffer loss? If I leave him, my champion might die, then my entertainment will go away. Might as well help the mortal." Shadow then teleported silently, as if he wasn't even there.
World of Mortals:
I opened my eyes to find myself in my room inside the temple of Yeen, I groaned and sat up to find a non-vampire, Brindled Woman come in the room with a tray of medicine and food.
"I don't think I need medicine, my dear." My voice spooked the woman, who jumped slightly. I just smiled at the woman before standing up.
"Can you get my Blood Priests for me?" I asked the human who nodded and went to get my first children. I looked down to see myself in a red tunic and black breeches.
Some time later, my First Children entered the room each with serious faces. I walked in front of them to look at each and every one them.
"My children, I imagine you have been told about the vault filled with gold?" They nodded at my question so I continued.
"Since we have all of that gold, we can increase our income and resources with Yi Ti and Great Moraq. Soon we will be able to destroy the heathens who spit on the name of our Lord." I told my children who were all the more ready to follow my orders, however one of them asked the important question.
"How will we do that Father? We don't have the manpower to conquer and it would look bad on our part, if we invade our allies." I smiled at my child's question and retorted.
"We will have to wait for manpower until I can show more people the power of our Lord, for our allies I will not invade them. They are save from our Lord's wrath but places like: Slaver's Bay, Qarth, the Dothraki Sea and the Free Cities are heathens who cherish god's that care only for themselves. Our Lord takes care of everyone who prays to him and we shall show everyone how caring our Lord is." I said, though I didn't really like saying it, since it sounds like I'm some cult leader...thinking about it, I am a cult leader so I'll shut up about it.
I can say my first children are behind this and they are willing to wait, when the shrine to LOSAB shook. Normally that means LOSAB has come to visit, everyone, including me, went down to one knee.
The symbol of our religion is of a dark red circle representing a blood moon with two black dragons chasing each other's tail inside the moon, representing my namesake, son of dragon.
The red circle turned grey as black smoke flowed out of it, forming a human made of smoke. It was a few seconds before LOSAB talked.
"My blessed, I could not help but overhear your plan to conquer Slaver's Bay. I must admit, it is an ambitious goal."
"I know my lord, but I think the blasphemous slavers have sat in comfort for too long. The slaves must be liberated and the false Dark Harpy Gods must be destroyed." I told LOSAB.
LOSAB nodded and was thinking about his champion's action. It was a full minute before he smiled.
"I agree. The Dark harpies have led the humans astray for too long but follow the advice I had given you first." LOSAB finished but had a look of remembrance on his face.
"I nearly forgot something my blessed. R'hllor, the Lord of Light might be an enemy of your people, he has never learned restraint so please exercise caution when dealing with his Red Priests. So please follow my advice my champion." The LOSAB turned back into flowing smoke and disappeared back into the red moon.
"What did our Lord mean when he said to follow his advice Father?" One of my children asked and I answered quietly.
"We...we are going to the Valyrian Freehold, my children."
One Month Later:
Sailing towards Valyria has been a pain in the arse, the amount of storms and krakens almost made me say 'Screw it!' and go back home. Though the kraken were delicious. About two hundred of my children came with me to Old Valyria, mostly volunteers and I've left my Blood Priests back in Sothoryos to govern the four cities.
The sky was gray, from the weather or from the supposed 'Doom of Valyria' still running amok in the capital city of the Valyrian Freehold...which is called Valyria.
I had warned all of my children that there might be an attack when I had left on this journey, hopefully that if Sothoryos is invaded that my children would giev them a fight that will stall the Red Preists long enough for me to get back home.
My thoughts were interrupted by a shout, I looked across the ocean to see one of the ruined cities of the Valyrian Freehold on the southern island. The broken spires and towers reminded everyone why the Valyrian Freehold had such a prosperous empire. It was some time before everyone was able to land on the island, I had given orders to a few of my children to scout the city for any hostiles and to report back if they find anything of note. An hour later, every single one of the scouts reported they had found grayscale infected people, their minds addled and twisted by the disease. I think it was time for me to experiment a little, what would my blood do to a full grayscale infected person? I ordered a couple of my men to bring me a fully infected person.
It wasn't long before I heard snarling of a primal nature and I saw a man of average height being dragged across the ground, his legs bent at an unnatural angle. I sighed before walking towards my children. My children stopped but did keep the grayscale from escaping.
"Did you have to practically destroy his legs, my children?" I asked them and one answered.
"I'm sorry Father but when we tried to capture this one, he kept escaping and biting us, lucky for us we have your blessed healing Father." I couldn't help but agree with my child, I would properly do the same.
I crouched in front of the grayscaled man and quickly turned his head to the right before digging my fangs into his jugular. The skin was hard to pierce but with my enhanced strength, it didn't matter but it still hurt.
When I finished drinking nearly all of his blood, I threw him down and my children let him fall to the ground. It was some time as I stared at the body of the nearly dead man before I felt my stomach churn.
I turned and threw up on the ground and coughed like I was being choked to death by a giant. Some of my children ran up to me to check but I waved them off.
"It is okay my children, drinking the blood of someone diseased apparently does not agree with my stomach. Quickly put my blood down his throat before he dies." I ordered my children, they pulled out a small vial and pried open the man's mouth, then forced my blood down his gullet.
Five minutes later and nothing happened making everyone annoyed but I was the most annoyed. I mean it was like drinking muddy water mixed with soggy milk. I sighed and went to order my children to get ready to move.
"Alright my children! Since we cannot cure greyscale with my gift, it will be best to put them out of their misery when you come aross them! Now, let's move out!" I ordered.
Days Later, Nightfall in Valyria:
The sight of broken homes and the, still standing, ash corpses of the dragonlords welcomed us. They were huddling together, holding their families so they can die in comfort. I hope they didn't die in pain.
I wouldn't want to burn my enemies alive. I prefer killing, when you blood is full of adrenaline in the middle of battle. So that when you die, you can say you fought for your life.
It's funny. The rumors I've heard described the land of Old Valyria as an inhabitable land, with demons and boiling waters. I couldn't see any of these demons. The waters were indeed warmer than usual but that was it.
The buildings themselves were nothing more than shadows of their former selves. Ruins dotted the former capital of the Valyrian Empire, the spires fallen, and the once majestic mansions were no longer standing. Vines and trees now covered and wrapped around them.
"Alright my children! We'll take a break! Build a camp!" I shouted back, the troops did so and they quickly mellowed down. By 'mellowed down', I mean getting drunk off their arse.
While my children were resting I walked into one of the ruined spires. The designs on the walls and burned tapestries hinted at the beauty that was held within his spire.
"A shame...a damn shame." I said to myself as I walked further into the ruin. My pity turned to curiosity as the ruin seemed to be less like destroyed the further I walked into it.
This way
I stopped. Hearing creepy, whispering voices was never a good sign. I decided to go back, but my body didn't follow my mind's orders. It walked towards a massive shelf, like you would see in a library, before my body punched the middle shelf. Cold air circled my hand, confusing me at first but quickly realised.
"Secret room, huh?"
Again my body, without my consent, started to tear the shelf apart. By the time my body was done, a rocky and narrow hallway greeted me with a cold wind.
"...Well that isn't ominous at all." I sarcastically said.
Telling my body to move inside my head apparently doesn't help, as my body walked down the hallway.
However as I walked down the hallway, I found myself engulfed in darkness. Somehow my night vision doesn't work. My first thought was that the old Valyrians didn't want people to see what's inside this hallway. It was a couple of moments later when I felt something.
CLANG!
I fell to the floor, face first, my annoyance growing out of control at this point. I jumped to my feet and was ready to unleash the power that LOSAB had given me, when I felt it.
Power. Unbridled power.
I turned to my left, towards the origin of power to see a tower of bone in front of me. I stepped backward ls to see it wasn't a tower but the skeleton of a dragon. I saw the skeleton start to have a faint, orange glow and swiftly turned to see a pedestal with a metal bowl on top, inside it was a orange flame that somehow flickered to life. Unsure what to do, I walked towards the flame. My hand reached out to touch it. My fingers an inch away.
"STOP!"
I gasped loudly and staggered backwards, the air trying to force it's way out of my lungs. My, now orange, eyes looked around trying to find the origin of that familiar voice of LOSAB.
"LOSAB! W-What was that?!" I called out to it. My body now fully under my control, a feeling of nausea flooded my body. I dropped to my knees instantly and vomited for the second time in this damned country.
"Meet the Doom of Valyria."
I stopped. My eyes methodically looked upwards, at the pedestal. This killed an entire empire? A small pedestal?
"Not just any pedestal my champion. This contains a never ending fire that can power an entire civilization or destroy it. It...actually feels familiar. Wait...it can't be!" LOSAB's voice was starting to turn amused, making me confused. That a large roar made me unsheathe my sword, ready to defend myself from an attack. It was only five seconds later did I realise what the roar was.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
An demonic laugh from a god was terrifying for something as small as me. I sighed in relief and sheathed my sword and sat down on a nearby rock, knowing that this will last a while.
"That idiotic fool! Lowly humans have a piece of his power! HAHAHAHAHAHA! No wonder he couldn't defeat 'The Great Other'! He's too weak!" LOSAB continued to roar with laughter for another five minutes before calming down.
"Oh thank you my champion. I haven't laughed like that for a thousand years."
"Nice that I could give you entertainment LOSAB. Who's 'he'?!" I asked the god, who in a nonchalant way said.
"'He is my little brother, the Lord of Light! R'hllor!" I just scoffed before realising what he just said.
"Wait! Your brother is the god of those fire-wielding maniacs!" I shouted at LOSAB.
"He is, my champion, an arrogant fool who thinks because he is one of the Great Gods of the world, nothing can touch him, that nothing could hurt his pride! His ego allowed the Valyrians to steal a single flame from his realm."
Zamettar:
The pale moonlight illuminated the rebuilding town of Zamettar, guards looking around however one sniffed the air harshly for a few moments. It was when one of the guards smelled something off.
"What is that?" He asked himself, he looked towards his fellow guardsmen. "Hey! Can you smell that!" The other guards took a deep inhale, and they too noticed something was wrong.
It smelled wrong. Unnatural, like it didn't belong in the same world as them. One guard spotted a line of orange and red lights appear on the horizon. Even with his increased sight the guard couldn't make out what the lights were. A small part of the same light shot upwards and it was getting bigger and bigger. The guard recognised what it was and moved to the right. The object embedded into the house beside him. The guard looked at the object.
An arrow covered in an orange flame.
Zamettar was under attack.
