The Narrow sea, Planetos, 8th moon of 275 AC
Ragnar and his group were currently sailing through the Narrow sea; Ragnar was excited to get back to Westeros. He wanted nothing more than focus on making his land prosperous. Now that he had a fleet, this task would be way easier. Whaling would bring many benefits to Skagos, its oil could be utilized as fuel, and its flesh would feed the people even in the winter. Ragnar believed that the future was promising.
"M'lord, the day supposedly will be good; the weather favors us and the sea; if everything goes right, we'll be able to get in Skagos in about 5 Weeks. We got food stocked for more than nine weeks; everything seems to be going pretty smoothly." Said Davos; he was wearing a white ribbon, black trousers, and a good pair of boots Ragnar had given him. His hair was combed to the back, making him look quite ok.
"Good, it's good to receive positive news and prospects. It makes the day easier. Although I like to be prepared for the tomorrow, I also like to appreciate the present." Ranger said; the Nord was handsome in his blue silk overcoat; his hair was braided in a Viking-like style giving him a more jagged appearance.
"There is an old saying... It goes, "Yesterday is history; tomorrow is a mystery... But today is a gift; that's why it's called the present." funny thing... Time..." Ragnar mused. Davos chose to stay quiet; he had nothing else to say.
" Go rest a bit, Davos; you deserve a little break, and if anything happens, I will send for you..." Ragnar said as he smiled at Davos.
Ragnar and his fleet would sail with no problems for three more weeks; Ragnar wasn't enjoying the warm weather; he was from Skyrim, his blood and bones were chiseled by the cold and by the snow, he felt tremendously uncomfortable.
"PIRATES" screamed someone.
Ragnar then looked around only to see a few small ships coming his way.
"STAY CALM; these pirates will be dealt with shortly... Do not worry about them; keep following the route." Ragnar shouted; his translation spell was active the whole time.
The sailors obeyed Ragnar and followed his order; the pirate ships were getting closer by the second. Ragnar thought of them as rather dumb... How can you attack a fleet made only of battleships? But again, pirates were not known for their intelligence
" IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE A EXTREMELY PAINFUL DEATH, I SUGGEST YOU GET AWAY FROM MY SHIPS," Ragnar shouted once the pirates got close enough to hear. The pirates didn't seem to want to give up on their venture.
"Why is it that they always choose the wrong option? Who attacks a fleet of battleships with three ships?" Ragnar asked Davos, who only shook his head.
" They don't seem to be very bright people, m'lord," answered Davos.
"Well, you will now see the pinnacle of magic casting, my friend…." Ragnar said
"Magic Casting, m'lord?" Davos answered.
" Oh Yes, I haven't tell you, have I? I am a mage, and a mighty one a that." Ragnar replied, and Davos's face seemed to age ten years.
" Is that why you are bringing these people with you?" Davos asked; he was clearly afraid of Ragnar.
" Are you implying that I need these people to use my magic? As in sacrificial magic? I'll have you know that my magic is mine and mine only; I don't get it from sacrifices… you are the first person who asked me this. Why?" Ragnar said he wasn't mad at Davos. He understood why he would think like that. The Valyrians left a strong impression on the world with their sacrificial magic.
"I had terrible experiences with magic users one the past… I saw a Red Priest sacrifice a child in Volantis a few years ago." Davos answered; he seemed more collected
" Oh, yeah, R'hollor. He is strong in Essos; his power there is strong, but not strong enough… Miraak was probably stronger." Ragnar said.
"Who, m'lord?" Davos asked.
"Never mind, let me deal with these pirates," Ragnar said as he jumped to the closest ship to the pirates.
"Such arrogance shall not be forgiven," said Ragnar, as his hand lit up with fire. Ragnar gave the pirates a last look and simply RAINED FIRE AT THEM. They had no time to react or ask for mercy, the speed at which Ragnar cast his magic made it sure. They would die as they lived, unimportant.
Skagos, The North, 10th moon of 275 AC…
The rest of Ragnar's Trip was uneventful. The days went by smoothly on his trip. He was expecting to arrive in a few hours.
"We are almost there, my friend. My land is a hard one; the people are simple and strong, but the riches on those mountains are numerous, and now that we have workers, we can begin to change the tides," Said Ragnar to Davos; his smile was exuberant, and his mood seemed to be as good as it comes.
" We are all lucky to have a lord like you, m'lord. Most noble don't care about us, the smallfolk. You sailed and traveled Essos for a year, looking for the people to help you change your land for the best." Said Davos; he was now wearing heavy clothes as the winds of the North had caught up with them.
" Thank you, my friend… it means a lot coming from you," Ragnar replied.
It only took a few hours for Ragnar to be able to see Skagos, the colossal island seemed bigger in Ragnar's eyes, but Ragnar knew it was just a misconception of his.
A/N: According to the Wiki, Skagos is the size of Ireland,in my fiction, most of it will be mountains. The Plains hidden in The Valley will be the size of Connecticut ( State). This will give me enough space to develop the land
Ragnar could see most of his whaler's ships anchored in the sea as the Docks weren't that big, but as he had instructed in one of his letters to his steward, new sectors of the docks were under construction.
Ragnar ordered that once they docked in Skagos, all people he saved in Meereen were to be assembled as he wanted to tell them something.
They did as they were told, and as soon as they got out of the ships, they assembled and waited for Ragnar.
"Here we are, my land. It's a harsh land, but if you are willing to work for it, to nurture it… to believe in it, then you will prosper here. Here's my last gift for you…." Ragnar said as he slightly bowed his head, and from his body, a golden-red light came out towards the 9.000 people and enveloped them.
"I gave you my knowledge, my understanding of the common tongue. Now there is nothing to hold you guys back. I wish you all the best of things."
Skagos, The North, 9th moon of 276 AC
( 1 Year time-skip)
"M'lord, You have a few things to take care of today; the builders said that the demand for new houses has decreased exponentially. After you introduced the "Beezehome houses," they have been building those nonstop; now, they say almost everyone has a house. The amount of work is decreasing… the miners say precisely the opposite; they claim the mines need more workers and that the Gold and silver mines were way bigger than predicted." Said Davos.
After arriving in Skagos, Ragnar had to solve many problems, including housing, which he solved by making all builders under his command build Beezehome like houses.
"Offer the builders work on the mines, tell them about the benefits; mining will probably be a thing for thousands of years. The initial stage of this mass migration is done; there are houses for most people the builders are not needed that much. Now there will be working for only a thousand or so of them. What about the whalers?" Asked Ragnar
" The Whalers are supplying us with food in abundance, your decision to make them fish more things other than whales brought a lot of seafood variety into everybody's table. We've got food in abundance. The trade agreement you made with Ibben will end next moon, but even within the food they provide, we will be able to feed ourselves and even sell some food to the rest of The North." Davos Replied.
Another thing Ragnar had to solve was food. There was no food for everyone in the beginning. To avoid hunger, he had to send Midstinul beyond the wall to hunt some mammoths on the first moon. Ragnar then sent a raven to Ibben, proposing them a year-long trade agreement. They would supply them with food, and Ragnar would pay in gold. The contract cost Ragnar 1,4 million gold dragons. He gladly paid… gold wasn't a problem. He could transmute iron into gold.
"What about the farms? How are they faring?" Asked Ragnar
"The farmers could farm the new seeds you gave them, and the last harvest was prosperous; the ideas you gave, crop rotation and fertilizer made it a success," Davos replied.
" Good… I have plans to build glasshouses in the future. Now that the island is stable, we will be able to begin to produce glass in abundance." Replied Davos.
"The taxes for this year, and the gold for the mines, will give me back all I have invested, but I don't want that money to go unused. Tell Lord Crowl and Stane that they are allowed get loans from my House… if they use the money to develop their land. There's little to no potential in their land other than fishing. There is a copper mine in Lord Stane's lands and 2 Iron mines on Lord Crowl's lands. I don't know how they don't know about them but make sure they are aware of them" Ragnar said as he looked at his Maester, who was seated in front of him, by Davos side. It was a common thing for Ragnar to have these reunions with Davos and the Maester. Davis was now an adviser and loyal friend to Ragnar, he would pass on Ragnar's words to the smallfolk and would bring the small-folks concerns to Ragnar.
" My Lord, I believe the mines were a known fact to them, but due to the lack of food and workforce, they could not work the mines." Replied the Maester.
"Good, tell them I want them to work on developing their lands… and offer them to foster their heirs here… they have the right to deny; that is not a command but an offer. It is time for Skagos to have more capable lords other than me." Instructed Ragnar.
"Yes. My Lord." Replied the Maester.
"What about the schools? How is it working?" Asked Ragnar.
" It's working well, m'lord. 45% of the families have someone who can read. The history of the north class made the children admire House Stark and worship House Dovahkiin. The foreign children are picking up the Skagossi customs, and most of them pray to the old gods. Ever since that incident with the ill child, the Old faith has increased tremendously." Reply Davos.
Flashback*
Ragnar was seated in his high chair in Castle Volkihar; he's been holding court for the last 3 hours. It was then that a crying woman's time came; she looked awful and had a child in her arms; she was probably a Skagossi, judging by her features.
"M'lord, my child has been ill for the last week, the maester said she would not survive this night, but I've seen and heard of your power. I ask you to cure my child's illness. Please m'lord. It's not fair that after we survive hunger together, the child dies of illness; she's everything I have." Said the crying woman.
"Aye, I can cure wounds and fatal injuries, but I cannot cure illness; that is not a power I have." Replied Ragnar; his face was grim. He was faking it; the child would be all right. He had tied all the heart trees in Skagos to his divinity (his soul was of an Akatosh's child and all); if the woman prayed to the heart three, the child's illness would be cured.
The woman, who was already crying, felt a numbness inside her; life was not worth it without her child
"Do not despair, woman. What have I told you all a long time ago? The old gods have forgiven Skagos' heinous crimes. Pray to them; you will see that your gods have not abandoned you… at least not anymore." Ragnar answered. He wanted the old faith to be the only faith in Skagos; the religion didn't demand money or service. They had good rules such as no incest, no kinslaying, and respect the guest's rights. Ragnar could get behind that.
The woman did as she was instructed and prayed to the old gods… the child was cured, and ever since, the old faith had gotten stronger
Flashback end.
"Good. That's good news. Anything else?" Replied Ragnar.
"Yes, my lord. Lord Tywin Lannister will host a tourney in honor of Prince Viserys's birth. It would be wise to send a gift to the prince." Replied the Maester.
"It is time for Skagos to come back to the eyes of the realm. Davos, warn my household about my decision. We depart for the Westenlands in three days"