IB, The Ibben Isles, 7th moon of 275 AC
It's been a day since Ragnar talked to Durin; he requested an audience with the Shadow Council, and he was then informed that his audience would take place in 10 days; Ragnar didn't want to wait, so he bribed the Council's scheduler, who gladly accepted the gold and rectified his "mistake," scheduling his audience for the same day. Ragnar entered the Council's keep and waited for a few hours until they called him.
Before he could go in, he was asked about his titles and place of origin. Ragnar answered those questions truthfully and waited for the man to announce him.
"Entering the Council's chamber: Ragnar Dovahkiin of House Dovahkiin, High Lord of Skagos."
Ragnar then entered the room; he was wearing a black doublet with a runic pattern embroidered on its sleeves, a black leather vest with the Dovahkiin's Coat of arms stamped on the chest, black trousers and boots, and a fur-trimmed brown cloak. His black hair was braided in Mohawk style; his beard was trimmed and well kept.
The room was luxurious; its architecture reminded Ragnar of the Blue Palace of Solitude; paintings were decorating the walls, the floor seemed to be made of white marble, and the walls of some dark shaded granite. At the end of the room were seven marble thrones, all symmetrically aligned, and on these thrones sat seven ibbanese men.
"Greetings, Lords of the Shadow council; I have requested an audience with you, for I have an offer to make. Should this offer be accepted, both of our Lands shall profit." Ragnar said his voice emanated power, his eyes showed determination and strength, and his body language showed he wasn't afraid to be there. He had the presence of a dragon, and the Ibbanese lords knew that.
" And What kind of offer do you bring to us, Lord Dovahkiin of Skagos?" One of the lords asked. He was, like all Ibbanese, shot; he had blond hair and beard and wore snobbish clothes.
"A very profitable one, my lord. I want to buy 400 whalers ships from you, and I also want to recruit some of your shipwrights." Ragnar said plainly.
"Do you also want to fuck our wives and raise our children?" Joked one of the Lords. If someone ever asked Ragnar to describe this lord in two words, these two words would be "Mike Wazowski" the man was short, fat like a ball, and coincidentally wore green.
"Our fleet is composed of 3000 ships, and you want us to sell you 400 of them? That is unreasonable! Whaling is our main source of income; selling you those ships would make our economy crumble!! And you also want to take our shipwrights? I fail to see where IB would profit from this whole deal!" Said another lord.
"Well, I understand why you fail to see the part where IB makes a profit… I only explained what I wanted from you and not how I would pay you for it… I know gold cannot buy those ships or the shipwrights, so in exchange for that, I will give you the formula to make glass. A glass way more resistant and cleaner than Myrish glass, and a LOT cheaper to make as well…" Ragnar dropped his bomb. While in Skagos, Ragnar had studied the Ibbanese history and discovered their HATE towards Myra and Its people, so to make his offer undeniable, he would give them what they wanted for centuries: a way to destroy Myr's economy.
"But I have two some conditions. They are:
One, you will not trade glass with Westeros, and two, will cease your whaling trade with Westeros in 3 years… what say you…?" Ragnar asked, and before he could say anything else, Mike Wazolski replied.
"We accept!! We have a deal!!" He said.
The other lords, although not dissatisfied with Ragnar's offer, seemed bewildered at their fellow lord.
"We would also like to establish diplomatic relations with Skagos." One of them said
"Of course…" Ragnar replied… he had a handsome smile on his face. He and the Shadow council spent the rest of the day talking in detail about the relationship between Ib/Skagos. Ragnar couldn't be happier; like his friend Paarthurnax, he had a weakness in conversation.
Ragnar spent two more weeks on IB; he had to work with the members of the shadow council on the "glass venture" he wanted nothing more than just go back to Skagos, but he needed to go to Mereen first.
" So are you ready to begin your new life, my friend?" asked Ragnar; his voice did not hide how joyful his mood was.
"Yes, m'lord. I have managed to convince 170 shipwrights... I also took the liberty of talking to the poor people of the city... If you would take them, they have the desire to go and try a new life in Skagos," Durin replied; his voice was uncertain, and he was cleared nervous...
" That's magnificent! How many of them?" asked Ragnar
"3000, m'lord," Replied Durin.
"Man and woman?" asked Ragnar
"Yes, m'lord... More women than men, actually. Most of them used to be whores; they wanted to change their lives for the better, but doing that under the stigma was hard for them..." replied Durin.
"I see; well, I'll take them all, tell them to get ready to depart for skagos by the first day of next week..." Commanded Ragnar
And as Ragnar said it happened, on the first day of the week, they were all assembled by the docks, waiting for instructions...
" Can you these ships on the docks?" Ragnar shouted as he pointed to his 400 ships; they were all whalers ships and bore House Dovahkiin's coat of arms on their sails.
"They are all mine! Get into them... Have it in your mind that you will begin a new life in my lands, and as such, you will follow the customs of my land; you will not be allowed to preach in Skagos; you can pray to your gods if you do it alone... you will not be allowed to talk about people's past in Skagos; to do so will be a crime; you are all clean slates. I hope you find what you are looking for in my lands… there's work for everyone, you will see.. that said… does anyone want to leave?" Ragnar replied; no one left, and they all got to the ships…
The number of people going back to Skagos was actually more than 5000; as a gift to Ragnar, the council had called in the debt of more than 3000 sailors, few of them were able to pay their debts, so the council exiled them from Ib… Ragnar being the magnanimous Lord he was, offered them protection and work…they ALL accepted. A "natural 20," in Ragnar's opinion
"Durin, I'm putting you in command; once you get to Skagos, give this to my steward…," Ragnar said as he handed Durin a letter...
"Yes, m'lord," Durin replied
"Have a good trip, my friend. I will see you soon." Ragnar said as he shook hands with Durin.
Two days later, Ragnar departed to Mereen.
Ib, The Ibben Isles, 8th moon of 275 AC
Ragnar had begun his day by going to the markets to supply his ships; he had intentions to depart the following day. His business in IB was done, and so was his desire to stay on the island.
He then went to check his travel plan… he would first take a ship and sail it for half a day till he got to the Dothraki Sea; from there, he would summon Arvak, the undead horse, and ride it to Mereen.
" This is our sail course… you will leave me here," Ragnar said as he pointed to the Dothraki sea on his map.
"You will then return to Skagos and wait for me there, do you understand?"
" Aye . mi'lord," replied Dig ( the Skagossi sailor who brought Ragnar to Ib."
"Good, I will sleep on the ship; we will leave when the sunrise… you won't need to wake me up… I wish to rest for I feel I will face... difficulties... well difficulties for my enemies... in the Dothraki Sea."
"Aye, I will do as you command," Replied Dig
"And by doing that, you prove you are smarter than most men... Good..."
Ragnar then proceeded to check the ship to see if anything was missing. He found nothing and decided to spend the rest of his day drinking in an Inn; by the end of the day, he returned to the ship and slept.
Ragnar was awoken by Dig the next day. He didn't know why; he clarified to the man that he didn't want to be awakened. It seemed his warnings fell on deaf ears.
"Why do you disturb my rest,joor? Haven't I clarified that I didn't wish to be disturbed? What happened? Pirates? Castaway whores? Castaway pirates whores?" Said a remarkably unfazed Ragnar.
" Huuum no m'Lord… we have arrived. We are on a beach of the Dothraki sea…."
"I see… I slept the whole trip… that's surprisingly convenient… I'll eat a little, and then we'll talk… it is not wise to tinvak with a hungry Dovah… " Ragnar said as he got up and went o a barrel where he got a fish and a bit of salt… he salted the fish and cooked with his magic. As he was eating, Ragnar realized how full of nothing the Dothraki sea was… it was just a HUGE grassland… nothing but grass on his North, nothing but grass on his west, nothing but grass on his east… the only thing different was his south… on his south, there was nothing but water… it was the sea. Once he finished eating, Ragnar summoned his thieves guild armor (Master) and wore it.
" This is where we diverge… I hope you have a nice trip back… I have set a rune on your ship; it will make it unnoticeable to those who have ill intentions towards you… once you get back to Skagos, talk to my steward… there is a reward waiting for you…." Ragnar said as he gave the man a large smile…
"Thank you, my lord… may the old god protect you…." Dig replied
" They are looking at me, my friend… they are looking at me…." Ragnar said as he jumped into the beach….
Ragnar had then summoned Arvak…it felt a little different this time.. he hadn't summoned the horse in a long time, and he probably felt bad about it. But he appeared nonetheless… in all his undead glory.
"Woah Woah… easy there, boy… how have you been my friend," Ragnar said as he tried to pet the undead horse. The undead horse seemed unruly, but in the end, he just accepted to be petted...
" Good… let's go, boy… we got a lot of ground to cover…." Ragnar said as he mounted the horse… Arvak reared and began to gallop.
Ragnar, who was used to flying on dragons, just went with it and actually felt rather bored.
"Yeah… I never got to tell Odahving that he completely ruined horses for me…."
Ragnar rode Arvak for three days nonstop… he saw nothing but grass… well, except when he saw a lonely tree surrounded by a sea of grass… he decided to chop it off…just because he was in a bad mood.
" Unrelenting sea of grass… don't you have an end?" Ragnar exclaimed to the skies…
He would ride a few more hours till he found something… unfortunately he didn't like what he found.
Ragnar saw a group of 6000 Dothraki raiders attacking a small settlement…they had killed all man, and the woman was being taken to cages, some of them had their clothes torn apart, and their faces looked grim as if they knew their fate would not be a kind one. It really wouldn't if Ragnar hadn't found them
Once Ragnar understood what was happening, he saw red… he jumped from Arvak and began to run at the Dothraki Raiders. Once they saw him, they began to scream like pack hyenas and charged at him... Ragnar began to rain fireballs at them, killing as many as he could; the smell of burning flesh spread across the grass plains... Ragnar had taken down more than 300 men upon his first contact with the enemy
"Maegi" the Dothraki screamed, clearly disgusted by the idea of magic...
The Dothraki tried to flank him and form a circle to attack him from all sides to so they had to separate into two different groups, but Ragnar didn't let them get around him; he casted a "Fire cloak" on himself. The Dothraki couldn't get close to him, so they began to regroup. They planned to get as far as possible from Ragnar and rain arrows at him. Again it didn't work; Ragnar had summoned three fire artronach behind the Dothraki group. Together Ragnar and the fire artronachs could round up the remaining raiders into a big circle… Ragnar cast a translate spell on himself and shouted to the Dothraki…
" SCUM OF THE WORLD… DOTHRAKI…PRAY TO YOUR GOD FOR MERCY AND FORGIVENESS, FOR YOU SHALL FEEL THE SOUR EMBRACE OF DEATH TODAY… MAY YOUR GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL, FOR I WILL NOT"
Ragnar then cast a soul trap spell on all of them… then cast a powerful ward around the cages the women were
" This is the most destructive magic on my arsenal… The inspiration for it was given to me by old me… feel honored to be killed by it." Ragnar calmly said
"STRUM BAH QO"
As soon as he finished the shout, a powerful storm began to form… dark grey clouds started to appear out of nothing, and soon a heavy rain followed them, but no lightning was seen. The Dothraki were too awestruck and frightened to realize what was going on…
Ragnar's hand glowed blue with lighting… the storm was more chaotic as time passed; the winds were strong, and so was the rain.
Ragnar lifted his hand to the sky, and a lightning dragon descended from the dark clouds… The already frightened Dothraki couldn't comprehend the amount of fear they felt when they saw the Lightning Dragon…
"Dovah's judgment," Ragnar calmly said, and he brought his arm down, and like his arm, the dragon fell upon the Dothraki, killing them all and opening a crater on the ground… no Dothraki survived…