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Mr. M, I am starting to like this world, the research is a bitch though, I did mess some ages and dates up to fit into my story. Of course, J.K.'s puppets need to be in here too, for free

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I told him: "The women here were almost all salt wives from the Iron Islands. They experienced the same fate as Tysha. Maybe you can help to heal them and yourself. I could not find Tysha, the normal way or magical. I fear she did not survive. Take your time Lord Tyrion. Your duties start when we get back from our tour. Select a building here and in Salt City. In this ring is enough money to get started." I ported back, changed into Bobby, and chased after the wives.

11 Winter is coming, so are Spring, Summer, and Autumn

A few hours later we were united, during the flight I stayed in my animagus form, making Betsy happy. We arrived at Banefort in the evening and set up camp close to the Castle. A delegation came from the keep and approached us.

The leader, Lord Quenten Banefort said: "Lord Greengrass, we received a raven from Lord Lannister to refuse you our hospitality and to demand that you leave intermediately."

I shrugged: "OK… You delivered your message, how are you going to enforce that demand? From where I am standing, it doesn't look good for you and your troops."

Lord Quenten sighed and answered: "We can't enforce it, if three dragons can win Westeros, then as a small town we can't fight seven and survive. I did my duty and informed you of my liege's commands."

Astoria said: "We won't cause trouble for you Lord Banefort, the Westerlands will lose a lot of trade because of it. We will leave tomorrow. Send a message from us to Tywin: We eat Lions for breakfast."

I added: "And we shit them out at night. Also to remember our visit when his mines run dry." Well, this is the first Kingdom on our shit list, I have no doubt others will follow.

Xxxxx

We left the next day for Pyke. The trip above the sea was boring, close after lunch we saw the island. Those Iron Born are not friendly, so we camped a half-mile from the keep and warded it with war wards.

Lucinda stayed behind with Margaery and the dragons to guard the tent, while we took a stroll to the keep, dressed in cloth armor to avoid scaring the natives. At the closed gate I amplified my voice: "Hey open the door! I have something to say to the Lord here. We promise that we won't hurt you today! There is no need to be afraid of us."

Telling men in Westeros to not be afraid of us is telling them they are cowards, the response was immediate, a man appeared on the wall and yelled: "Iron Borns are never afraid! Not from you or your dragons!"

I shrugged and responded: "Then why are your gates closed, and you up there instead of in front of me offering bread and salt? Are you planning to attack us? We just came here to talk about one of our rogue captain's actions here. I was told he did some damage."

The man exploded: "Some damage? He destroyed our complete fleet! Over three hundred ships!"

I held my hands up: "Now that can't be true! You are exaggerating, there is no way you had the money to buy so many ships, and there isn't a single tree to find on this barren rock. You had at most twenty of them."

The man, I expect he is Balon Greyjoy yelled back: "Ridiculous! Each lord of an island can command over a hundred ships!" Faking surprise I asked: "You only have three islands? Anyway, I asked for an explanation from that rogue captain, he said he was honoring your tradition and took the Iron Price. And something about a visit of your own rogue captains to his village."

It was hilarious, two men shouting at each other like first-grade kids. The wives were following the shouting match with a smile. More and more men appeared on the wall, some fools even carried bows.

At last, I asked: "So you are refusing guest rites to a visiting Noble? I am Lord Greengrass from Dorne on a pleasure trip around Westeros with my wives. But don't worry, we don't need you to explore the islands, we do some business, take some Thralls and Salt wives you know, trying the Iron Born Way of life."

Balon shouted: "The King will hear of this! You won't get away with this!"

Surprised I looked at Balon: "The King? The one you wanted to rebel against before our rogue captain sunk some of your boats? Why are you complaining anyway? We are following your own customs! You are being petty about this. We are not even killing you before taking the Iron Price… Do you mean we have to kill you? You are not satisfied unless we kill you before taking the Iron Price? I must say you are one hardcore traditionalist. I am impressed."

Poking him was fun, he lost any sense of self-preservation with our shouting match, he yelled back: "We are the Iron Born! Only we are taking the Iron Price! Archers kill them and we will take their dragons for our own!"

That was not nice! Instantly the walls were filled with archers taking a shot at us, there were even Ballista and Scorpions firing big spears at us. Tyene erected a shield, while we walked a bit closer.

I asked the girls: "Alright, any suggestions on how to take them down? I give you free hand on this, Tyene I will do the shielding, you four do a good reave."

Transfiguration is fun, Astoria changed a big stretch of the base of the wall into sand, causing the entire wall to collapse, Nymeria tried to be funny and changed the gate into small matchsticks, complete with the sulfur heads, and threw a small fireball at it. The effect was impressive, to say the least.

Tyene erected a wall around the cliff to prevent escape. Obara did not like goats after those goats shit on our carpets a few days ago, and changed them into bunnies. The keep was built on three cliffs connected with bridges, in itself a good defensible position, but not for dragon animagus.

When Astoria changed the first keep into a big pile of rubble, we advanced to the next one. They were in a full-blown panic when they witnessed what we did to the Great Keep and saw us coming to the second, the Blood Keep, halfway on the bridge Nymeria and Obara changed into a dragon and flew on the roof, destroying it completely.

Tyene sealed the bridge, while Astoria opened the gates, it took twenty minutes to have a bunch of bunnies hopping around. The Kitchen Keep and the last one, the Sea Tower took no effort. We gathered the bunnies to the first keep, looted the place, and made a big example by turning every Keep into rubble. Astoria, Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene turned the basement of the keeps into sand and watched the cliffs collapse into the sea.

New Title: The Destroyer

The next day we sorted the bunnies, the salt wives and thralls got a portkey slapped on them, the servants and maids were released. The soldiers and Nobles will end their days as a bunny, we neutered the males, there is no need to have more of them around. Astoria ported to Salt City to arrange everything for the new arrivals, calling Tyrion and the city officials.

She explained to Tyrion: "We arrived at Pyke, and those rude Iron Born refused to give guest rites to a visiting Noble. We even wanted to explain our rogue captain, but Greyjoy would not listen at all! He ordered his archers to shoot at us, so we leveled the place. We took some Iron Price, Salt wives, and Thralls."

Tyrion laughed: "And at the same time sending a message to the others you are not easy targets, and their walls mean nothing to you. I was wondering how these hills turned into fertile lands, it was your doing, isn't it? This used to be rocky wastelands inhabited by some rodents and sand snakes."

Astoria nodded: "My husband used these hills to train his and our magic by transforming the rocks into soil, we even created the river by connecting underground water reservoirs to wells. We did climate control by warding the entire region from extreme heat. But that is a tale for later, I need to go back. We will talk later Lord Tyrion."

Xxxxx

The following days we explored the islands, visited some Nobles, took some more Thralls and Salt wives, like Astoria said, taking the tourist experience. On Old Wyk we destroyed an eyesore, we found out later it was an important monument where they voted their new King.

These are the downsides of allowing tourists on monumental sites, they just don't understand that a pile of ugly bones can mean something different to the natives. Meh, they were ugly bones after all.

The main message we gave to the Iron Born is that they better pay the Gold Price than the Iron one. Paying for something gets them to live longer.

Can you believe they were happy when we left? We did not even sink their ships! We gave a new name to a region on Pyke island, The Bunny Cliffs. Yes! A totally new tourist attraction. It will cause a lot of people to visit the site, so the local economy will profit from it after all. Ungrateful bunch, they didn't even thank us for it.

Xxxxx

The North… is bloody big and empty, we camped mostly at small villages at the coast, scaring the crap out of them. To compensate we did some innovations to their harbor, it was more to keep us busy and to train Lucinda. Margaery and little Lady were both having fun watching Lucinda practicing her magic under my wives supervision.

Our first big Noble was House Flint at Flints Finger, when we met at his gate, he received us with his family: "Lord Greengrass and Ladies, welcome to Flints Finger, share bread and salt with us and be our honored guests."

Surprised we looked at each other, after sharing the bread and salt, I said: "Thank you for your warm welcome Lord Flint, we are honored to be your guests. I am curious, were you expecting us? We did not announce our visit."

Lord Flint smiled: "Every lord on the West coast received a raven that said to expect a visit from the Dragonlord and his Ladies. Your exploits on the Iron Born islands are known to us, several of those Lords send ravens to Lord Stark for aid against you. The story of how you destroyed the Pyke Castle was enough for Lord Stark to warn us not to be violent, just to accept the visit."

Astoria commented: "Lyanna must have sent him a message. Harry, we will take Lady Flint and the children to our tent, you can stay with Lord Flint. Lady Flint, can we offer you some of our specialties? They are quite good, while you can tell us about the region and their goods."

I watched them leave, when Lord Flint raised his eyebrow questioningly, I shrugged: "They like to do business and discover new products to buy or trade. Lucinda is currently learning transfiguration magic, so don't be surprised if she improves your harbor with new wave breakers or a new quay.

I am not in need of more wealth, the girls use it as a bonding experience and to create a legacy for the future children."

Lord Flint said: "More trade would be a boon. The West Coast of the North is too far out of the trade routes to be profitable for small traders. Come inside and share a drink or two.

You know, I think I remember you from the Trident battle, they called you Eyeball Harry if I recall it correctly. We watched you and eight others stand your ground, while we were pushed back. That dagger thrown into the eye of the commander is still talked about in the North. Some say it was a turning point in that battle."

I laughed: "Thank you for the praise Lord flint, but that day I was desperately trying to survive. And definitively not trying to be someone special. I like a drink very much thank you."

The wives were happy when we left Flint's Finger, a new trade agreement and warehouse at the new dock left both parties with a feeling they gained the most. Margaery had a new playmate, Sybil Flint, nine name days, and a dragon fanatic. She rode with Nymeria on Elly. Meh, as long they are not pushing for more wives, they bring whoever they want.

The Stony shore was boring until we reached the village of my First Level in Westeros, House Porther. Their oldest son died some years ago in Deepwood Motte, their son Justin was eight name-days old and joined our household. He was riding with me.

We left the village with a completely new harbor, two big warehouses, a renovated keep, and the location of an iron and a coal mine. I might have healed the parents to full health, warded the keep and storehouses from pests and thieves. OK I admit, the memory from the previous level is affecting me.

Our next stop at Deepwood Motte was a trip through memory lane too. Lord Glover with his sons Galbart and Robett and Master at arms Grev. That shitty Maester was still there in the keep. Well, he will fall dramatically from the stairs a few days after we leave.

That evening in our tent after dinner, Lord Glover asked: "Lord Greengrass, what are your plans for the future? Are there things you still need? This portable castle and the stories circling Westeros about you indicate that you already have everything you need."

I answered: "That is true Lord Glover, I already have more than I need. I am taking this tour to indulge my wives, they love to fly and explore the world. Last year we worked very hard at home founding two communities and starting several businesses, now we are relaxing and having fun."

Lady Glover added: "And picking new wards up. Lady Margaery Tyrell from the Reach, and two from the North? Any special reasons for those two? We can understand Miss Margaery, she is a high born, Sybil Flint is a Noble from an Ancient House, do you have a reason for the Porther boy?"

Astoria answered: "Both girls were part of a trade deal between us and House Tyrell and House Flint. You must know our husbands' name is not Greengrass but Potter, when we visited House Porther Harry took a liking to their son and offered to foster young Justin."

I mentioned: "I had to add a boy, or we end up with an all-girl Household, I already have a city filled with women, so Justin will counter some, I feel he has a bit of magic too, did his older brother have magic?"

Lord Glover was surprised: "The boy has magic? It has been years that there was one with magic, it was a shame he died very young."

I answered: "That would be the Maesters fault, Lord Glover. The Maesters stationed in the North all have the task to kill any child that has signs of possessing magic." Yes, I am poking that fire again

I continued: "The dragons from my wives hatched from the eggs I found in a secret room at the Citadel. In that room were deformed baby dragons, they were experimented on. The Targaryen trusted the Maesters too much, why do you think the Queens were so weak and had trouble giving birth? So many miscarriages? They want to be the only ones that have magic."

Silence in the hall, Lord Glover asked carefully: "Is it possible you found those eggs at the same day the Citadel burned down?"

I grinned: "That was purely a coincidence." The smug faces on my wives told them enough. I took a book out of my inventory and presented it to Lord Glover: "This book was used to record all their experiments on the little dragons and eggs. They started at year 74, two years after they became the official physicians of the dragons, they used the previous years to discredit the dragon handlers. So two hundred years later the dragons were a bad memory until I showed my face."

Again, stunned silence. Astoria added: "This world is filled with magic, but it is somehow corrupted, deformed. Part of this trip is to find the cause and solution."

I nodded: "It is changed from natural magic to sacrificial magic. We are trying to find the source and destroy it, so magic can be again from and for the people once more."

Lord Galbart asked: "Where is your next stop? Winterfell?" Obara denied that: "We want to see the wall first, then the Umber's and Karstark, Bolton and finally Winterfell. We need to know the people before we meet the rulers. But let us talk trade now. We noticed that the Iron Born get their timber from here, we know Braavos and Pentos are in need of good timber and pay a fair price for it. We suggest…" I tuned out when they talked trade.

Xxxxx

I should have listened to the talk… Tyene got a passenger, again a kid of eight years old, a girl named Berena Glover, a dragon fanatic like Sybil Flint. I grumbled to Obara: "You are picking a boy next. We guys are outnumbered here."

Obara laughed: "My love, isn't it a man's dream to have plenty of wives? Justin will be very happy!" I covered Justin's ears and said: "Don't scare my little brother!"

We all laughed at that when we flew to Bear Island. At the Island, we were welcomed by Lord Jorah Mormont. That is right, the Iron rebellion never happened, so he did not win the tournament and had an expensive wife.

The bastard could not stop ogling my wives though. He is the kind that follows where ever his dick points him to. If he keeps it up then it points him to an early grave.

I took a liking to Maege Mormont, she is a real she-bear and a very good sparring partner, especially when her daughters helped her, Alysane and Dacey joined in most of the time, and gave me a harder time than most men. I punished Jorah by shamelessly flirting with Maege and her two eldest daughters.

He was fuming at me when they responded to my flirting: "Lord Greengrass, I must remind you to the guest rites and lay off my aunt and nieces."

I shrugged: "Why would I do that? Maege, Dacey, and Alysane are unmarried, in contrast to my wives that you are constantly ogling. Also by ignoring guest rites I must say."

Maege interrupted: "Jorah! You have no say in this. Not before, not now, and certainly not in the future. My girls and I are big enough to make our own decisions, be them good or bad!" Alysane joked: "I was about to ask Lady Astoria if I could borrow her husband for a spin, I bet Dacey is eager too."

Obara protested: "Only when we can join you both!" Tyene added: "We noticed you could keep pace with our husbands sparring, few men could, that deserves an award. Don't you think so husband?"

Jorah stomped off, humiliated by my wives and nieces. I chuckled and asked: "He is a lonely bachelor, didn't he have any offers? Lord of Bear island must mean something."

Maege huffed: "That fool is living with his head in the clouds. He is practicing Jousting and dreams to win a fair maiden as his bride."

I sighed: "Fair maidens are high maintenance, does he have the Dragons to keep them happy? It is easy to win one, but hard to keep her."

Maege answered: "It is no use telling him, we did so repeatedly. And we are short on dragons, real ones, and golden. Bears however we have enough of them."

I said: "I noticed, you girls are all wargs, aren't you? Maege you specialize in bears yes? I can feel the animal in you and your second daughter. Dacey… a bird I believe. A seagull? The other kids are one too but not yet tested."

Dacey said: "A seagull, I use it for scouting, also a raven to send confidential messages. You could tell that just by looking at us?" I could easily with Observe, but a magician needs to have some mystery. Anyway, both got in the rotation as freelancers. They were satisfied with the arrangement… very satisfied.

Xxxxx

The girls did some good trading, they agreed to set a trading post beyond the wall at Shadow tower and let the Bears manage it. We would be responsible for the buildings and equipment of the people manning it.

We left the kids on Bear Island and flew to the Shadow Tower a few miles upriver we created our outpost with a good harbor and a walled settlement. We warded the whole thing, all buildings were temperature controlled with kitchen, baths, and toilets.

The armory had all kinds of weapons and armor, Blessed with Light Magic against the undead. All spelled to stay in a radius of ten miles from the Tradepost.

We presented the result to Maege: "Maege, this tradepost is for you and your girls to manage. It will prevent the wildlings to raid our side of the wall. We warded the area in a ten miles radius against aggression towards the Trade Post. The armor and weapons are spelled to remain here, ten miles out of reach and they will return here without the contents."

Astoria said: "You can trade whatever you want, I guess they want fish and weapons. You can trade these spearpoints that are blessed against the undead. They will come begging for it. We give you and your daughters an item called portkey, that allows you to travel back and forth to Bear Island and here.

Allowing you to bring ten humans along. Four ships will be appointed here to transport the goods on the West coast. Harry? We need to create them at the Porther's."

We are fucking building again. We left the outpost after stocking them up with provisions and goods. Maege soon found two hundred volunteers to man the post after they saw the accommodations and equipment.

At Porther village I created a dry dock and soon four ships came out of it. Each lord had one as its home harbor and provided the crew for it. They still were employed by the girls though but had to pay taxes to their home harbor.

Enough of this shit! I came here to enjoy myself not to do a world-building game. I made certain my bed was filled each night, even Maege took a turn. The titles Male Scumbag and Bunny Hopper got a good workout.

One morning, Jorah put his horse on a ship and sailed to the south to compete in tournaments. Well, it is not a big loss, he was shit as an administrator anyway. We reinforced the island, gave some awesome equipment to the she-bears, and left to the Umbers with… yep, another kid, Jorelle Mormont, age ten, quickly becoming a dragon fanatic too.

The kids were micro-managed by Margaery, who is a natural leader. Olenna Tyrell started early with grooming her for that. Every night they groomed the dragons, who were basking in the attention. Not that they need it, with our cleaning spells they were shining already, but it gave the kids some purpose.

Once a week I took them into my Party, and let them absorb two Skill books. The common tongue, First Men, and Valyrian languages for starters. Mathematics and History were followed by geography and agriculture. Margaery, being the longest with us helped tutor the new ones, confirming her leadership role and our approval. My teaching Skill climbed fast.

Teaching 85

Weapon training was handled by my Sand Dragons. I might have helped them with some Skill books to start with. Basic Archery, One-Handed Sword, Spear, and Daggers helped them on the way. Obara grumbled that she had to work hard to get where they are now already. Hah! The game gave her a:

Whining 5

I laughed my ass off when I noticed that. It was even worth the stinging hexes I got from her.

Xxxxx

We arrived at the Umbers and landed next to the keep. They were happy to host us, tales of our deals with the other Lords seeped through, and they were eager to get a piece of the cake.

After Dinner in my tent, the Ladies talked business, while I read the Maesters' memories. He was a nasty piece of work, he already killed dozens, and was in the process of poisoning two potential wargs.

I called Lord Umber: "Lord Umber, would you miss this Maester if I kill him today? This scumbag has killed dozens of wargs, and is killing two right now with poison." The proof was found pretty fast, I healed the two kids from the local village. The Maester did not see another day.

The girls made trade agreements and gave the Umbers Ten Storage Rings, they could transport their goods to Bear island or to the east coast by bird warg.

Xxxxx

The Karstark was next. A nice harbor and warehouse with a lumber trade with Braavos, and cooperation with House Umber, kept them happy.

House Bolton… the Dreadfort is a depressing castle. The Heir Domeric Bolton received us with his mother. I spotted Ramsey in a corner, meh, I let him go the same way as daddy. A time-delayed flesh-eating curse will start in two months.

The wives did some business and trade agreements, the next day we left for Winterfell.