While writing this chapter I realized how much I fucking hated the MC's name, so I changed it to Lyon, at least for the first world. He'll change names as he goes from world to world, so that he can better fit in, but won't have a true name for some time.
Also if any of you have any suggestions for Gacha pulls, PM me. I'm mostly looking for items that the MC will find useful in some way since it'll be Marcy curating them, and she wouldn't reward the MC with something useless since it's counterintuitive to her goal of, y'know, acquiring power through him.
XenoLucifer: He really did, gamer fics these days are completely different than they were before he came onto the scene and there's a lot more of them as well. I consider the system he's working with to be the beta version rather than broken. Or maybe something like training wheels? I dunno, either works I suppose. The MC won't just be able to pause the world he's in, not yet at least. He's got a few contracts he has to fulfill first.
Sid99: I'm actually a lot happier about than I thought I'd be about someone having problems with the chosen boon. I want to make a few 'what-if?' bonus chapter's or scenes dedicated to each boon, so interest in them is always a plus for me. The decision itself though was rooted more in the idea that the MC would use the EXP gain boon to power level to the point where he wouldn't need any of the other boons, or he could just use his big ass LVL to curb stomp everything and get the other boons as quickly as possible. Will things work out that way for him? Probably not.
AngryAndrew: You got me in a tough situation here. By the end of chapter 3 the MC is able to beat both Lyn Corbray and Heart's homes master at arms at the same time. They're both good with a blade, like really good, but the "power ceiling" I guess you can call it, for combat is a bit higher than it is in the real world or canon. Jaime Lannister, while not exhibiting any superhuman characteristics is a demon with a sword. Characters other than the MC don't have skill levels or anything, but if they did Jaime's sword skill would be a solid 125. While Jaime doesn't have any crazy stats, other characters most certainly will have a stat or two over 50.
Stylo1: Honestly, I'm kind of glad the gods don't do much in ASOIAF. Involved gods tend to take the agency away from characters imo, but I have seen it done in ways I liked. The stats and skills will be getting a major update once the tutorial world is complete. If it's about formatting, then I agree there, so I'll be changing the look of the stats sheet in this chapter, let me know what you think about it. There's actually a lot of proof that dental hygiene was considered important in the middle ages and even if it wasn't GRRM has stated that Westeros has better medical knowledge than Medieval Europe thanks to the maesters, so it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say that they'd know the value of a clean body, good breath, and shitless hands. Even if proper hygiene wasn't very prevalent back then it did exist.
(Mountains of the moon, 298 AC)
I've found myself thinking these past few days, about my goals in this getting swole and holding up my end of the deal Marcy made with the gods, what am I going to do here? The world is my oyster and all that jazz, but what do Iwant to do?
Will I just leave to the next world once I'm done with this one? Or will I pull a Tiber Septim and conquer all of the known world? Do I even want anything this world has to offer other than magic swords and women? Thought's for later I suppose, it's best to focus on the present.
"LOOSE!" I cry out to the men as some raiders try to get at a supply shipment. Yeah, that's what I should be focusing on, subjugating mountain men.
I can't help feeling a bit disappointed by all of this. I expected a bunch of ill-equipped, yet intensely fierce warriors who'd make me work for my conquest, but it's been a complete stomp in my favor so far.
After taking over the Burned Men no other clans were willing to fight back. Sure they'd put in a token effort of defiance, but the moment I got one clan on my side was the moment they lost their only advantage.
I thought some of the larger remaining clans like the Stone crows, or the Black Ears would join forces to take me down, but they just rolled over too. Not everyone was happy about it of course, and some of the clansmen that had their tribes conquered chose to flee rather than bow down, which is what led to today's raid.
… Said raid ended up failing spectacularly.
On the bright side, my army is sitting pretty at around 1600 clansmen added to my army with the remaining 1700 waiting for us back in their villages. All that's left is to collect them and we'll be out of the mountains. You'd expect managing so many of the fuckers to come with it's own problems and you'd be right, but that's what delegation is for.
Merka is the one I put in charge of her fellow clansmen. She goes around speaking with each clans representative and brings their concerns back to me. It shows the clansmen that I take them seriously and putting one of their own in a position of leadership puts them at ease.
It's also made Merka completely loyal to me. Before I came along the Howlers were struggling, like every other tribe, and she herself had few life prospects even though she was the daughter of their chief. She's an average fighter I've noticed, not particularly talented, but passable, who hadn't yet proven herself on the battlefield, which is probably why she thought to assault a camp with over 200 soldiers with a fourth of that number.
Now? She's proven herself against the Burned Men, and with her new authority has earned the respect of her fellow clansmen which she's eternally grateful for as she's currently demonstrating.
-LEWD time-
"Fuck! Fuck me harder you stupid cunt!" She exclaims as I rut into her from behind. We're back in my tent celebrating our victory.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and slurping courtesy of Merka putting that disrespectful tongue of hers to use on the other participant in our little game.
"Watch your tongue in front of our lord!" Trysta chastises before forcing said tongue into her wet mound. They have a unique (and quite frankly arousing) dynamic, I noticed. Merka mouths off to everyone during the day, including Trysta and at night, well...
"Apologize to our lord you dumb whore!" Trysta orders while holding Merka's head in place between her legs.
Trysta and I put her in her place. At first I thought It'd be Merka dominating Trysta, but here we are.
"Uhm shwy, M'ld" Merka moans out from her place between us, muffled by Trysta's snatch.
"Hmm, I don't really know if I should forgive you yet." I say with a hard slap to her toned ass. She always tightens up nicely when I do that.
"What do you think, Trysta?" I say to her, watching as she plays with her breasts. They're just a bit more than a handful, which means every time she gropes herself they spill out from her hands a bit.
"I think the whore should take a few lashings before she's forgiven. Mayhaps 10 to each cheek, my lord?" She asks me with a predatory look in her eyes directed at Merka.
"20 sounds just fine, you'll keep count for me won't you slave?" I rhetorically ask Merka. Who nods with a whimper while still eating Trysta out.
"One!" She gasps out as I slap her right ass cheek.
"Two!" This time I slap her left cheek, before harshly groping her.
"Three!" Back to the right.
"Haaaaah!" She shudders, tightening on my shaft as she came.
"What a bad girl, can't even count right even after all of the lessons you've given her." I lament to Trysta.
"What a shameful display. How will you serve our lord if you can't even count you dumb cow?" She mocks Merka.
"And I don't even remember what number we were on." I say in mock disappointment. "Guess we'll just have to start over." I end with a faux sigh.
By the end of the night Merka is sufficiently put in her place and calling me her lord like she's been raised to do it her entire life.
+1 Affection with Merka, daughter of Merk [65/100] for putting her in her place.
+3 Obedience with Merka, daughter of Merk [89/100] for putting her in her place.
Nice.
(Heart's Home, one month later)
It's done. My nearly six month campaign against the Mountain clansmen has finally come to an end with minimal casualties on either side. Of the 275 soldiers and craftsmen I started with only 53 have died, Not insignificant, but against the mountain clans on their home turf? Not bad at all.
Less than 500 Mountain Clansmen died from battle and less than 10 of them were mine.
I expected Harlan Hunter, or someone else to make their move already, but I guess my success against the Mountain clans and their unexpected loyalty towards me thanks to Merka's efforts dissuaded any attempts.
After reaching the lowlands the other men went their separate ways. Each noble taking some men from their lands and heading home, no doubt sore over the fact that they weren't able to achieve any renown, but this campaign was never about that. The goal was to get me a fucking army, and once they realized that, they were pissed.
Not like they could do anything about it, what with the big ass army of savages I've got at my beck and call.
You know what? I actually missed this place. My nice comfy bed, my nice hot bath, the library, I've missed it all. I knew starting here was the right choice.
The only thing I'm not looking forward to is returning Lady Forlorn, but I'll be making a suitable replacement soon enough. I've already cracked the secret to making Damascus steel, so all I need to do is find a way to imbue it with magic during the forging process. It doesn't have to be Valyrian Steel. So long as it's spell forged, I'll be happy.
After Lyonel welcomes me back along with Lyn, and some other fucker who looks like us (Lucas, your youngest uncle, my mind supplies), I head to my chambers, with Lyonel assuring me that we'll handle the settling of the mountain clansmen tomorrow.
I've got a date with destiny, my poor bathing pool has gone too long without any love.
-A Restrictive Game-
Turns out House Corbray has way more cash-money than it did in the books. The feast was a grand one, no doubt to show our new friends the benefits of remaining loyal to our House.
Lyonel and Lyn were striking up conversation with a few of the chieftains while Lucas was entertaining most of the clansmen who were inside the dining hall with stories of his adventures in Essos.
Guess that's where he was for those first few months...
I myself decided to simply relax for the time being.
Lazy ass
Hey, give me a break Marcy, I've been on the road for like, half a year, making sure the ever growing number of mental invalids I was responsible for didn't collapse in on themselves. I deserve this, okay?
Fine, you win. Have fun, master, you've earned it. *~Chu~*
...Was that a fucking kissing sound? D'aaw Marcy you're downright adorable, you know that?
Unfortunately, the feast pulls my attention away from best girl Marcy-chan©
"Would you like more grapes, my lord?" Came the voice of my favorite serving girl.
One thing I found out about the CHA stat while on the road is that, so long as I have enough CHA for it, I can get away with pretty much anything.
So, let's say I want to get someone to part with an incredibly valuable family heirloom, if they'd never give it up no matter the circumstances, then I'm fucked. If there was some way for me to convince them to part with it, even if it's damn near impossible, then it becomes infinitely easier to do so for me, so long as I have high enough CHA.
Now, you might be thinking to yourself, 'Okay, but you're capped at 50 CHA for a good while, so why does any of this matter?'
Simple, 50 is considered peak human in any stat.
Lyon Corbray
LVL – 9
Class – Lord [8/25]
EXP – 1140/9000
HP – 430 HPR= 3.6% per min
SP – 470 SPR= 4% per min
MP – 230 MPR= 3% per min
STR – 36
DEX – 34
END – 40
CON – 36
INT – 30
WIS – 31
CHA – 50 (+8)
Points – 12
When you're bossing around over Three thousand people every day, your CHA and speech skill level like crazy. Even when I delegate, the orders I give through others net me some gains.
I'm stuck at peak human for now, but peak human anything is actually fucking ridiculous.
Peak human strength? I don't think anyone has even reached that level yet. The human simply isn't made to use itself to the fullest yet. Something about our brains not being able to receive messages from protein cells, or something? I dunno, the point is, I don't have those limits.
It wouldn't be actual peak human strength, so much as it would be theoretical. Marcy even confirmed this for me.
The last actor who played the Mountain in the show, Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson, set the world record for deadlifting at an astounding 1104 pounds. I'd be able to easily hit double those numbers even with the peak human restrictions.
And the same goes for the rest of my stats including charisma.
People over the course of human history have been able to inspire entire nations to go to war with a few well placed words and a couple of rousing speeches. I don't have to do any of that.
Just let some fuckers know what I want and let my CHA do the rest. It's fucking broken, I swear.
There are some balances though. The more extreme the request, or the more opposed someone would normally be to it, the higher a stat I'd need to succeed, but for something as small as having an unmarried servant sit her ass on my un-betrothed lap during a feast?
...Yeah, no one here's going to care once I put my CHA to work. Hell, I could be married and my wife could be sitting right next to me, and I'd probably be able to convince her that she's getting turned on by this.
"Only if you feed them to me." I tell Trysta, before turning my attention to the girl sitting on my right leg.
Did you think I'd leave my favorite savage out to dry? Have some sense, bro.
Merka isn't yet used to being in a castle, or wearing dresses, but she's trying her best to please me.
"More wine, My lord?" Normally she'd be more abrasive than this, but she knows better than to act like that during more formal occasions.
"I'd love some, Merky." The nickname that started it all. She used to hate it, but now every time I call her that it just arouses her.
All it took was some Pavlovian conditioning during sex and the rest was history.
I've got my army, so now I can finally focus on myself.
-A Restrictive Game-
For the past two days I've been in the forge when I wasn't training against multiple opponents in the yard, or spending time with my girls.
Lyonel sent about 2000 of the mountain clansmen off to some undeveloped land near the Snakewood to build a settlement or something. While they were doing that the remaining 1500 remained camped near Heart's Home to learn some trades.
Many of them learned a few things about wood, leather and metalworking from the various craftsman I brought along during the campaign, but now many of them were also being taught how to properly farm the land they'll soon be inhabiting. This will ensure that they'll be able to contribute more than just their blades to House Corbray, and more importantly me.
Merka was among the number who stood and will be here even after the rest of the mountain clansmen leave to settle into their new home since she'll be learning the ins and outs of lordship.
Yeah, that's right, Merka is being groomed to lead the mountain Clansmen as a whole. She won't actually be a lady of a noble house. At best whatever bastard I end up squirting into her at some point will become a landed knight under House Corbray, but she'll still be the one calling the shots in my name.
How did the rest of the mountain clansmen feel about this development? Shit, if they would've had any problems with it before I put my baller CHA to work, they certainly don't now.
So, while the rest of her people learn how to serve, Merka is learning how to rule.
Merka, Daughter of Merk
LVL – 2
HP - 140
SP - 120
MP – 7 (Locked)
STR – 7
DEX – 9
END – 12
CON – 14
INT – 7
WIS – 9
CHA – 9
Affection – (100/100)
Obedience – (100/100)
And I'm the one who rules her.
But that's enough exposition for now. It's time to make some motherfucking Spell-swords.
You see, I've figured out how to properly channel magic into shit and I feel like a massive dumbass for not realizing it sooner.
What's the one thing most forms of magic have in common in A Song Of Ice And Fire? Blood. But did I think to use my blood? No, I didn't, because I'm a fucking tool.
You wanna know the funniest part? I didn't even make the connection until I remembered a throwaway line from Dark Souls 3 about how the Abyss Watchers bound their souls together with the blood of a wolf.
So that got me thinking; if blood can act like a conduit for the soul in one series, can it work with magic in another? And that's when my ignoramus headass remembered the flaming blood swords, and the words of the Targaryen's, 'Fire and Blood'. Blood Magic is one of the most prevalent forms of magic in the entire series and I fucking forgot...
I could've made a magic sword over two months ago if I wasn't such a moron...
I could've gotten the fucking thing to +4 by now...
Fuck it, no sense in whining about what could've been.
Filling the crucible with pig iron, for its high carbon content and low melting point, some ironwood shavings, a few steel ingots, and some crushed obsidian on top, before cutting my palm and letting the bitch drain into the crucible, channeling MP into the dripping blood the entire time.
Skill learned: Blood Magic 10/100
+500 EXP!
Fuck yes, and it starts at level 10 too? Nice.
After sealing the crucible with clay and waiting for it to harden, I set it into the already burning furnace, and play the waiting game once again.
I'm so fucking exhausted right now. Normally staying a day or two in the forge wouldn't mess me up that much, but doing so while bleeding yourself half to death? Yeah, that's gonna fuck you right up.
Once I popped the crucible open, I immediately noticed the odd coloration of the molten metal; a strange mix of deep blue, and blood red with a bit of purple mixed in.
The blue is probably from the ironwood shavings, since ironwood is said to burn blue (when anyone can get it to burn that is), the red is no doubt from my blood. It should be obvious where the purple parts came from.
Once I started shaping the fucking thing I immediately noticed a problem.
The ingot was incredibly fire resistant. It took way too long to heat the damn thing up, and when I finally got it hot enough to work on, it cooled off not long after.
You can already guess what this did to my patience...
Still though, I persevered and in the end got this,
Un-named Spellforged Longsword: An un-named Spellforged sword made by Lyon Corbray with blood magic. Ironwood shavings were used during the forging process making this blade resistant to all forms of fire and heat. The dual magical nature of this weapon makes it a good conduit for magical energies.
100 + 2x(STR + DEX) Slashing and Thrusting damage
75 + INT Magic damage
MP – 0/250
Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Break Resistance
Complete Fire resistance
Bypasses 50% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+500% damage to undead
Channeling MP along the blade will enable Sacred Flames buff.
Sacred what?
Channeling MP along the blade I see it burst into blue flames. Oh...
Sacred Flames
+5 Sacred Fire damage for every point of MP channeled along the blade. Sacred Fire
ignores 50% of all fire resistances and deals an additional 50% Magic damage. Slashing the sword will send forth a burst of Sacred Fire in the direction of your swing.
Did I just get a fucking sword beam? A sword beam that hits with fire that no one will be completely immune to?
Wow...
I'm not even sure where to go from here. Do I tell someone that I just rediscovered the secret to spellforging? What will happen from there? I'm not dumb enough to think this won't change anything. In fact this will change everything if it gets out.
I'll have every fucker with a noble title from here to the Qarth petitioning me for a cool magic sword. Tywin Lannister has been looking for a replacement for Brightroar for decades, and I don't know if I'm ready for that just yet.
I'll probably just make the whole process seem way more taxing than it is. That way I can get away with making as few as possible. Hell, I could use the promise of a new sword as a way to get people on my side, or as a reward to those loyal to me.
Whatever, I'll think about this shit later.
Turning off the sword I take the time to admire my creation.
The hilt and pommel are both made of ironwood. Why would I make it out of anything else? The cross-guard is made out of the same unnamed metal as the rest of the sword and takes the shape of two raven heads on each end with talons appearing to hold the blade between them. The blade is dark gray tinted with blue with white swirling ripple patterns that glow in the light and turns either blueish or reddish depending on how the light hits it. The glow actually gives the sword a purple tint at times.
It's a nice ass sword is what I'm trying to articulate.
Once everyone sees this any hard feelings from me taking over the forge should be smoothed over.
Hopefully.
-A Restrictive Game -
Well, I was right about this changing everything... I'm currently in Lyonel's solar and he's taken the news with as much grace as you can expect from the head of a noble house.
"Yes father, I know what this means for our house." Lyonel was ecstatic once I told him about the sword.
"This goes far beyond your accomplishments with the mountain Clans! The world hasn't seen something like this since the age of heroes! You'll be remembered for generations for your-" Yeah, he's just been doing that for the past five minutes or so...
"Alright, but what does it mean for us now?" I interrupt him.
All of a sudden he stops, a serious look coming onto his face. "Now?" He starts, "Now it's time to let you in on a little secret I've been keeping for the past year." Wut?
Lyonel goes over to his table and retrieves an unopened letter from one of its drawers, before adressing me. "A raven came in yesterday, from your Grandfather again."
Oh boy, last time this happened I had to go play hick hunter in the mountains, what does the old fuck want now?
Lyon,
As I write this letter, you'll be returning from the mountains of the moon after successfully swaying the mountain clansmen over to your side. This is exactly what I was hoping for, my boy. I was a bit worried you would simply kill them all and be done with it, but it seems you decided to make friends out of your enemies, without spending all of the coin you were given. If the king were more like you, the realm would be a much better place indeed.
Unfortunately, this letter, does not bare good news, at least not for myself. I fear that your uncle, Robert isn't actually your uncle at all. My wife Lysa has betrayed her vows, with none other than Petyr Baelish, the crown's master of coin. The severity of these allegations are what lead to the decision to send you out against the Mountain Clans. You would either gain the respect of the Vale by eradicating them, gain an army as well as respect by befriending them, or go home empty handed.
I'm pleased to hear that you've succeeded thus far.
Currently, only your father, and Stannis Baratheon know of Lysa's treachery, but by the time you receive this letter, Lord Yohn Royce, Lord Nestor Royce and Lady Anya Waynwood will know as well.
As soon as I finish some business in King's Landing I will expose Lysa and Petyr. If I am no longer able to do so, the lords and lady who I've informed will aid you in reclaiming the Vale.
Jon Arryn, Hand of the king, Lord of the Eyrie, and Warden of the east.
Wha? The fuck?! What happened to all the political maneuvering and intrigue I'd use to schmooze my way to the top?! Is Daenerys just going to get down on her hands and knees and proclaim me the true emperor of the New Valyrian empire?!
No, she won't master.
Marcy? You've been quiet since the feast, how's my best girl been?
I'm fine master. Thanks for asking. But back to the situation at hand, this was just happening in the background the whole time while you've been plotting and scheming like an asshole.
Ouch, but fair. Wow, so all of that was for nothing, huh? Whatever, I'm not gonna complain about having an entire kingdom handed to me.
Anya Waynwood though? Isn't she Harrold's guardian? I'd figure she'd back him, but it's probably smarter to adhere to the line of succession for now and just dispose of me later down the line leaving Harrold the only remaining Arryn heir.
That is, if she's plotting something...
Harrold turned out to be pretty cool, so I doubt it.
There I go again, preparing for treachery and being an asshole, but in this world you can never be too careful.
"I'm assuming we'll be using the weapons I can make as a lure, then?" I ask Lyonel.
Lyonel just smiled in response before answering, "Better. You're already known in some parts of the realm as the lord who was blessed by the seven. These new weapons you can create will only solidify that sentiment in the eyes of the faith, and the lords of the realm."
Wow, I totally forgot about that. I'm surprised Lyonel would bring it up though. He's always had complicated feelings about the whole 'Blessed by the Seven' thing.
On one hand, his son was brought back from death, but on the other, his wife wasn't. So he's both grateful and a bit miffed about the whole thing, and instead of seeing it as some sort of blessing that his wife didn't receive, he just considers it one of those 'holy shit, that's crazy, but not outside the realm of possibility' things.
People have been known to die for a few minutes before, so it wouldn't be a stretch to say the same thing happened to Lyon.
Except Lyon was dead for nearly a day before he started coughing his little lungs out.
Whatever, the fact remains that Lyonel is the last person I'd expect to want to capitalize on my 'Blessed boy' reputation.
I put aside my internal monologue as he starts speaking again. "Even the king will be hard pressed to deny your claim, should he choose to do so."
The first thing we need to do is let the world know what you've achieved." The man with the master plan states.
"And how will we go about that, father?" I ask. We can't just send a raven to every lord in Westeros bragging about it can we?
Lyonel just smiles, a devious glint in his eyes."You just let me worry about that, son. It's about time I do my part in furthering House Corbray's reputation."
Oh shit...
-A Restrictive Game-
It's been nearly a month since my conversation with Lyonel and the subsequent bomb drop that occurred.
The plan was simple, there would be a celebration held at the gates of the moon for the success of my campaign where I would give away six spell-forged weapons to the noble sons who distinguished themselves the most in some way while we were in the Mountains.
Those six along with the one I have will make a nice Seven. See what I did there?
From there whenever anyone asks me how I was able to make them I'd give them some bullshit about 'the light of the seven guiding me' yadda, yadda, yadda.
The lords and ladies who attend the gathering will tell others, and those among them who make a living as snitches will pass the information along to their masters. By the end of the next month all of Westeros will know that Lyon Corbray can make Valyrian steel, or at least something in the same league.
I've already decided who I'll be handing these swords off to.
Luceon Templeton. When we marched on the Burned Men he was the one who killed Timmet, son of Timmet, their most feared War chief. Of all of the mountain clansmen we faced while in the mountains, he was without a doubt the fiercest, so no one will object to it.
Ser Andar Royce, heir of Yohn Royce and future lord of Runestone. Despite being a knight and older than me he served dutifully in the mountains. He didn't whine, or bitch about having to actually do something and was an able combatant, one of the best out of the nobles sent with me. House Royce is also second only to House Arryn themselves in terms of power and influence in the Vale. Even though I can raise a far larger army than any other house can, they still have greater connections owing to one of their own essentially acting as the ruler of the Vale.
Terrance Lynderly. Compared to the two I mentioned before Terrance didn't really stand out all that much in battle. He did well enough that no one would question my decision though, but the real reason I'm giving him a sword is to affirm his loyalty. Terrance is younger than I am. That along with my prowess at battle and commanding has made me something of a role model in his eyes. Honestly I felt kind of bad that someone his age was sent off to fight in a mini war, which is why I always tried to keep the kid near me, or safely behind me when we marched into battle.
Safe to say, Terrance will decide to back me once I denounce Robert as a bastard and press my claim to the Vale, but he isn't lord of the Snakewood yet, his father is. The Lynderly's are house Corbray's closest neighbors so if they declare for Robert, then we'll be in trouble. Hence, the cool new sword I'll be giving Terrance.
Prestan Wydman, second son of Lord Rylan Wydman. Honestly I'd be tempted to give a weapon up just for shits and giggles, but he's actually a fierce fighter. Why the shits and giggles though? Well it goes back to House Wydman's origins.
You see, House Wydman is a house of landed knights that got their start at a tourney, not that uncommon, right? Here's where shit gets wild though, their founder beat five knights from the Westerlands and the Vale in the joust and was knighted for it. The absolute baller that was the founder of house Wydman went on to make their coat of arms the sigils of the knights he took down with broken lances underneath.
Hold up for a minute it gets better! During the joust he knocked down a Redfort, a Lynderly, a Waynwood, a Brax and a fucking LANNISTER! The heir no less! And the madman had the stones to brag about it so hard that he made his newly formed houses coat of arms a constant reminder of their defeat at the hands of a commoner!
Prestan is exactly what you'd expect from someone whose Houses coat of arms includes a massive 'fuck you' to the liege lords of the Westerlands among four other houses; Strong, good with a blade and one hell of a drinking buddy.
Next on the list is Harrold Hardyng. Of course Harrold Hardyng was gonna get a weapon, what did you expect? During the months we were at 'war' with the mountain clansmen he proved to be a good fighter, and a competent follower as well. No one can go that long genuinely pretending to like you without slipping up at least once, so it doesn't look like he's praying on my downfall.
Quite the opposite in fact, he seemed to look out for me while we were on the road, genuinely treating me like family, which I came to appreciate after a while. Honestly it'd be an insult if I didn't include him and give him a cool new toy like the other four.
Last on our list is my favorite savage girl, Merka. Her skill with a blade is lacking when compared to the nobles who've trained their entire lives, but she's proven herself to me, and the others many times over by giving us valuable intel on the other clans that made negotiations, and battle much easier. Beneath that brash demeanor lies a deceptively sharp woman.
I didn't make the weapons with ironwood, so they're nowhere near as good as mine, but they're still spellforged weapons made by a master smith. Hell, the first sword I tried to make with magic would be good enough for any noble house, even royalty to consider a priceless heirloom, let alone an actual Valyrian steel equivalent.
We're currently approaching the bloody gate, that is to say, Myself, Lyonel, Lyn, Lucas, Merka, a few of the more 'domesticated' Mountain Chieftains and five of our household guard.
Unfortunately Trysta had to stay back at Heart's home, but she, Merka and I spent the entire day and night together as a farewell for now, so it's all good.
Approaching the bloody gate I hear a grizzled voice call out.
"Who would pass the bloody gate?" Came the voice of The knight of the gate, Ser Brynden Tully. I take the time to observe him while he and Lyonel speak.
Brynden Tully
Race – Human
LVL – N/A
HP – 180
SP – 200
MP – 16
STR – 16
DEX – 14
END – 19
CON – 18
INT – 16
WIS – 19
CHA – 18
REP – [15/100}
His physical stats have no doubt been affected by age, but his other stats are some of the highest I've ever seen in another person who wasn't a maester. Hell, with the exception of DEX, his physical stats are are still really high. His MP is what I'd expect from a non-Valyrian, who isn't me. There's just not enough magic in his heritage and unlike the warlocks of Qarth, he hasn't dedicated any time to properly studying it.
I can't observe skills, but he's no doubt extremely martially skilled.
After Lyonel and Brynden get the obligatory 'Who shall pass?' routine over with Ser Brynden turns to me.
"So you're the one that brought them over to our side, eh?" Brynden asks after catching sight of the mountain Clansmen we brought with us.
They've cleaned up nicely since I brought them under me. Some of them really nicely. You'd never believe it, but under all the tattered rags and muck Chella, daughter of Cheyk is a total milf. Hell, I might even grab me a piece of that before we leave.
"That I have, Ser Brynden." I respond.
"Good work on that, especially with the Burned Men. They've had it coming for decades." Damn, this man gives no fucks, huh? He said that right in front of Breyas too. She's the bow woman I found in the Longhouse back in the Burned Men's old village and their new chieftess.
"One doesn't carry off a noblewoman without consequences. Honor demanded that Ella Waynwood be avenged."
"Aye, that it did." Brynden tells me with a nod, "I knew the poor sap who she was going off to marry. He had taken a liking to lady Ella and was devastated when she was carried off. He'd be happy to know she'd been avenged."
"I'm glad to hear it." He's as cool as he is in the show, but I don't really have much to say to the guy.
"I suppose I've kept you lot here for long enough. We'll have a guide arranged for you and then you can be on your way." He says, going away to make said arrangments.
a few minutes later woman with short black hair and blue eyes, presumably our guide, comes up to us.
"Lord Corbray," She greets us with a mirthful smile, and I feel like I should know her. "My name is Mya, and I'll be guiding you to the Gates of the Moon." She finishes.
Ah! She's Mya Stone, Robert Baratheon's eldest bastard. Observing her confirms this and also tells me that she has rather high physical stats, no doubt from all the journey's to and from the Eyrie.
"We'll be in your care, my lady." I say to her with a smile.
+10 REP with Mya Stone [10/100] for making a good first impression
"I'm no lady, my lord." She says to me, flustered from the previous interaction.
"Truly? You certainly match the beauty of any lady I've ever seen." I compliment her. She's a bastard that takes people across the mountain for a living, so I doubt many men have complimented her appearance.
My observation didn't mention her hoping to marry Mychel Redfort yet either, so there's a good chance I'll be able to snag her heart.
+15 REP with Mya Stone [25/100] for calling her beautiful.
Too easy. I'm so glad I turned on notifications.
"Thank you, my lord." She says, quickly recovering from my comments. "But you'll find I'm not as easy as any lady you've been with." She finishes with a lusty smile on her face before walking off to get the mules ready.
I like her. I like her a lot.
"Ahh." A wistful voice sighs out from behind me. Turning around I find the source to be Lucas.
"I remember those days." He dramatically states to the amusement of Lyonel and Lyn.
"No matter how many girls got taken to bed it was just never enough." Lyonel says in remembrance.
Oh we are not doing this right now...
"Leave the lad alone," Lyn says, cementing his place now and forever as my favorite fami- "he probably gets it enough from those women of his." Fucking tool.
"Oh he gets it alright." Merka you contemptuous whore, how dare you?
- A Restrictive Game -
After a day of rock climbing, during which I kept buttering Mya up,earning me another 60 REP, we made it to the Gates of the Moon, where we were quickly escorted to the guest quarters where we'd be staying.
The only other House that made ahead of us are the Waynwood's owing to their close proximity to the bloody gate.
We got here a few days early, so I'll just be chilling out here until the tournament arc starts.
Joy...
- Trysta -
Her Lord and his family have been gone for a few days and they had the nerve to take her favorite toy from her!
If Merka were here she'd at least be able to have some fun with her, but she's all alone without her lord or their pet to keep her company!
On the bright side, her lord has graciously allowed her to use his chambers while they were away, although since they came back from the mountains she's been sleeping in here most days anyway.
It was strange just how much their relationship had changed in the past eight months.
Her mother was a servant to the Corbray's so she knew from early on that she'd also become one of their servants once she was of age.
She had served as a kitchen maid with her mother before her death, and was then sent to attend to the young lord Lyon.
Her lord was only twelve years old when she was sent to serve him. She was so nervous that day, even though she was his senior of over four years! But her lord was so kind to her, even teaching her how to read!
He truly was blessed by the seven if his kindness is any indication.
She was always there attending to his needs, but she was the one who was being taken care of.
Whenever she would grow sad her lord was there for her. Whenever any visiting noblemen made unwanted advances towards her, her lord was there for her. When she was treated badly by someone her lord was there for her.
So when she noticed him staring at her body a few months before his thirteenth nameday she decided to be there for him.
At first she'd bend over a bit more while they were alone, showing off her developing body for her lord, he'd deserved that much for being so good to her at least. Then whenever he would practice his dancing with her, she'd place his hands on her behind instead of her hips, pretending not to notice the squeezes he'd give to her backside.
Not long after that he took charge like he always does and he'd pull her into his room every morning, kissing her and playing with her body until he had to leave for his lessons.
On the night of his thirteenth nameday she gave herself to him entirely. They were each others first, and until Merka, the only person the other had laid with.
But Merka is their pet so she doesn't count!
She knew her lord would never marry her, he would go on to marry some highborn woman and have lots of healthy children with her if the gods were good, and they always have been to her lord.
She knew this, and she was fine with it. He'd be happy with a family of his own and she'd be there to help raise his wonderful children while still taking it in all her holes from her lord whenever he pleased.
What? Did you think they'd stop loving each other just because he was married? No woman will stop her lord from doing as he pleases.
The only reason her lord had never enjoyed the company of another woman until Merka was because he simply wasn't interested in anyone else.
Her lord has too much love to give for one woman, no doubt something whatever lady he ends up marrying will realize soon enough, and accept.
Her lord always had quite the silver tongue after all...
She'd be with her lord until he eventually grew tired of her, but she'd always love him even after that.
It seemed like that day was coming sooner than she'd expected though.
Not long before his father announced his campaign he was spending less time with her outside of their lovemaking and even then he didn't show her the same affection he had previously.
Although being treated like an object meant to satisfy his lust rather than a person was quite the enjoyable experience...
Nevertheless she was beginning to fear that her lord was going to set her aside soon, but then he started coming at her with a fierceness she hadn't seen from him in over a year!
They only grew closer in the mountains, and despite the way they both refer to her as a pet, she truly loves Merka, and she knows her lord feels the same.
She never thought she would lay with another woman, but now she can't imagine a life without Merka.
Things have changed in the past few weeks, however.
Her lord will likely ascend to the Eyrie as Warden of the East if what he's told her is true.
And he's even rediscovered the secret to Valyrian steel! Even commoners like her know just how incredible that is.
although he says it isn't exactly the same it may as well be.
Still, even with all of his accomplishments and his brighter future he's still her lord.
And nothing will change that.
I had a bit of trouble with this chapter. Initially I had the MC going straight to the Gates of the moon from the mountains to report his success to Nestor Royce, the acting ruler of the Vale, and Nestor would be the one to give him the letter and they'd both begin to plan from there, but the logistics of pulling up to a Castle on a narrow mountain path with three thousand fuckers gave me a headache, so I scrapped it. It worked out for the best though, since the Corbray's were able to get more involved in the plot, and I was able to move along some minor plots, like the MC's quest to recreate Valyrian Steel.
if you had any trouble picturing the MC's new sword, I partially based it on the twin princes greatsword from Dark Souls 3, specifically the part where the glow emanates from with all the swirly patterns. It doesn't take the shape of it though, it's a regular longsword in that regard.
I hope the Sacred flame buff isn't too out of place for the setting. Stannis is just straight up acknowledged as having a magic sword in the books (It's actually what leads to Tywin melting Ice down into Oathkeeper and Widow's Wail) and most people in the world of Asoiaf agree that the Valyrians were practitioners of magic, so a sword that can shoot blue flames won't really be out of place. Now that I think about it some more, a blue fire sword beam really isn't that much of a stretch in this world.
Also, I didn't even realize that the new sword both glows and lights on fire like a certain other sword mentioned throughout the series until I was writing the Bloody gate scene.
The Sex scene was weird to write, but I'll probably get used to it. Don't expect too many though, I'll probably only write them if they serve a purpose, like explaining the dynamic between characters, or something like that.
As always, let me know what you think, what needs fixing, or whatever else you feel like typing.
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