Disclaimer:
Mr. M, Mrs. J.K., Soon I will leave Westeros behind, whether or not as a better place. Mr. M, your place is fun once the baddies are out of the way or muzzled. Mrs. J.K., the puppets I dragged from your place in here are spicing things up, for free of course.
Previous:
Embarrassed I said: "I did it once by accident, the other two wanted equal treatment, then it got a bit out of hand. Anyway Tommen? Tywin can not handle him, he knows more than he and his Maester put together. He only needs a few years to mature and the Westerlands will be in good hands."
Daphne asked: "What about Myrcella?"
20 Fire, a lot of Fire
I shrugged: "What do you expect me to say? She will find a boy to love and be happy ever after? There are not a lot of options for her, the best one is Rob Stark, he is close enough to her age and not a complete idiot.
Theon Greyjoy is one too, but he dies first before I'll let him close to her. On the other hand, she will kill him anyway.
That moron from the Riverlands Edmund Tully, although he is way too old for her, and she has the wrong gender to be appealing to him.
The ones from the Reach and Stormlands are no good either. Jon… Rhaegar Targaryen was a good match too until Daphne told everyone he has to marry a wildling.
That sickly puppy of the Vale doesn't even come close. The rest are candidates without lands or money.
So my dear wives, do you have a solution?"
Lucinda answered: "Invite Rob, Bran, and Rickon to stay here for a few months to study under you. Keep Theon away or he loses his male parts within a week. At the marriage they were impressed with our magic tent, they will be curious enough to jump to the occasion."
All the wives were nodding at that. Sansa added: "Theon has a bad influence on Rob, a few months without him will do him good. Nymeria will have her brothers here, that will please her and Arya."
Astoria interrupted: "I'll bet Rob is already spoken for, I heard talks about matching him with a Manderly. Brandon will be a better option, he is the same age, and with a bit of training a good match. There are a lot of regions in the North that needs a new Lord."
Lavender giggled: "Foster him here, and let love bloom! That means dear Joff, he needs Weapon Skills at 100 too. There is nothing more depressing for a male than getting his ass kicked every day by the wife."
Two weeks later Rob and Rickon visited for two months, and Bran is getting fostered here.
Xxxxx
When Rob and Rickon left for home, they were fully-fledged Wargs, well versed in High Valyrian, the Old Tongue, and the Common Language. Reading, speaking, and writing it. Mathematics and economics were among the other subjects we taught them. Rob got a Two-Handed Sword Skill, Rickon the One-Handed Sword Skill.
Most of all, they got a new look on the Gods. Hush… Brainwashing is an ugly word… actually... it is right on the point. We washed all the rubbish from their brain and put our Bull… our vision in it. Lady Stark is hating us now with a passion. We corrupted all her children and turned them away from the Seven.
Bran got accepted into the group, getting him Dual Wielding Skill and Archery, both at 100, he could keep his own against the three others.
Xxxxx
Our campaign against the Dothraki was going too slow, it was so baked into their customs to rob and pillage the surrounding lands, that change was too slow to accomplish it in the time I was given. I am now four years into the Quest, and they still are raiding the other nations.
By going through the history of the Dothraki, we discovered they are responsible for the destruction of at least five nations, and all they have to show for are some fine horses and… nothing else.
I said at last: "Fuck them all! From tomorrow on we will kill every male that holds a weapon in his hand and burn every horse they ride on. We split up into pairs, turn into your animagus form, four dragons for a camp is enough, it is best to put your armor on. We start at the surrounding lands and work our way in. Send the women and children through portals to the villages they raided."
The following six months were brutal, we did to the Dothraki what they did to the others. With no way to hide from our point me spells, got their numbers to go down fast.
The Dothraki females and children got to feel the other side of slavery and faced some hard times. Their presence on the fields increased the crops, although a few visits from us, telling them to treat them not too bad and integrate them into their nation negated the worst abuse.
The campaign lasted nine months, when we were done, the Dothraki Sea was empty. We laid down the law: "Herd cattle and sheep in the Sea. Trade with villages and cities learn to farm the lands. Ban the Dothraki language, and we will not return. When the raiding's return, so will we."
As the Japanese say: a nail that sticks out will get hammered down. We hammered a lot.
New Title:
The Stallions Nightmare
Xxxxx
Several delegations from the free cities and surrounding nations came to us to negotiate peace, our answer was the same: "If you want peace, stop raiding for slaves and stop sacrificing people to Demons. You get more wealth with free people than with slaves.
Slavers bay was next on the list, any ship that was inspected by us and contained slaves, the slaves got a portal to a region at the border of the Dothraki Sea, given tools and provisions, a lot of dried horse meat, and some homes. The crew got to meet some fish up close.
Margaery and Sansa practiced their transfiguration and construction along with Daeny and Wife NR Two. Hey! She is now really wife NR Two. Daenerys is Wife NR One with Sirius. So Arya is happy as Wife NR Two.
We Sullied the Unsullied by Healing their dicks back on their body and a few Clear Mind spells. It is curious what hormones can do to men, their trainers will never be the same anymore. We relocated most of them to villages with a lot of Dothraki females. It gave me even a fucking Tittle.
New Title:
Lord of the Dicks
Bite me! Soon the Cities of Slavers bay were out of ships,... of Unsullied,... and of slaves. The Mercenary armies got a small visit too, the survivors decided that farming was better for their health.
Of the Nine Free Cities, Volantis was the most arrogant and unbending. One morning, every Noble and City official was missing along with a few Red Priests who started sacrificing again. The next day every army commander and guard captain disappeared. That evening, the gates were opened and a white flag was raised. Five days later Volantis was reformed.
Once the tale of Volantis got to the other Cities, they caved in and surrendered. It is ok to sacrifice a lot of slaves and small folks, but when you know you are the next one to die, you run or surrender.
Magic contracts kept them on the right path.
Xxxxx
We unlocked all the Dungeons again, and speed leveled Sirius, Margaery, Sansa, Arya, and Daenerys. I did not know how Sirius got it done but…
New Companion:
Daenerys Targaryen
When we saw the message, we all looked at Sirius, he said: "I want to bring her along with Arya. The only way to do it is to make her your Companion. I love both, and want them both with me."
A guy with a dozen or more wives can't criticize a guy that wants two women to come along.
We got three new Dungeons: A Slime Dungeon, a Demon Dungeon, and a Mechanical Dungeon. The Mechanical one resembled the machines from Terminator and Star Gate One.
That freaked the wives out, even the ones from Harry Potter. Getting Slimed or attacked by metal boxes was horrible, they preferred the Demons over the two others.
When the Slimes combined into a Tentacle Monster and Arya got caught, I laughed myself silly. It was out of a page from every hentai manga I ever read. Classic! When her clothes dissolved, I could not help myself and saved the memory for my pensive.
The girl went berserk and single-handed killed the beast, helped by Urrax and Nymeria. Afterward, I got chased by a naked She-wolf and her Needle, she saved that Needle especially to use against me. She swore she will one day stab me with it. After a shower and new clothes, she calmed.
It took some time, but everyone was Level 100 or more, and all professions were at 100 too. The drops of the Mechanical Dungeon helped me to get Technomancy to 100, the last profession to get to level 100.
The devices I made were mostly farm tools, tractors with plows, threshers, mowing machines for hay, that kind of thing. Having Dragons nullifies the need for cars or airplanes. They all worked on ambient magic. Now that the Wall wasn't hogging the magic in Westeros, it became freer.
Xxxxx
We introduced new technologies for mining and smelting the ores, and new ways to handle raw products like wool and cotton to create better and faster new materials.
A visit to the Maesters got them decimated, and so were the Septons that preached to eradicate other religions. We exposed their corruptions to the public, even those Sparrows, being a fanatical believer doesn't make you in the right. A prime example is the Catholics in the middle ages, condemning men for telling them the world is round and the sun is the center of our solar system. The sad part of it is that the ancient Greeks already knew this, and it was squashed in oblivion. The same thing is happening now with the fanatics in the middle east. Meh, fuck them all.
Xxxxx
We advanced to the Red Waste, our calculations predicted the Fire Demon lives there somewhere. We started with Point me Red Priests… surprisingly it worked. From their memories, we found the location of their main temple, in the crater of an active volcano.
The next day we returned and dropped several enchanted iron balls in the lava. It was the reverse from the Night King, a Gemini spell that split the iron ball and the old part conjured a big block of ice.
Well, one day, I saw some fools pouring molten lead into a hole that contained water. When the doctors treated my second-degree burns on my hands, arms, and face, I learned my lesson.
The lava exploded violently and sprayed everything with lava, destroying the temple, and everything in it. The years of hunting Red priests have weakened him a lot, but still, he could draw power from the Volcano.
We stayed out of range, the poor thing could not fly, two hours of bombing his ass, and throwing spears blessed with Light Magic did the trick. All over Essos Red Priests collapsed when the fire magic left them, exposing the corpses that were the original bodies.
We removed all magic constructs from the Red Waste, releasing the natural magic again. From there we went to Valyria to undo all the enchants on the buildings and restore the natural order.
I said to my wives: "This is a lesson our kids need to learn: too much magic harms more than too little. We can use magic but not abuse it. We need to spread it and live on ambient magic and not tax the Leylines."
Fay asked: "What about the Nest?" I shrugged: "It is relatively small, and there is no other magic drawn in a radius of fifty miles. It is places like Valyria, Sothoryos, and the shadowlands that corrupted the magic on such a big level that it attracted Demons. A few whispers to some desperate people and they summon the Demons into this realm." Conspiracy Theory NR 3! I am on a roll!
I continued: "Next on the list are the nomads above Yi Ti with their striped horses. They are almost the same as the Dothraki, but Yi Ti is better organized. Their army can stand against their raiding and protect the villages."
Padma said: "Qarth first Joff, those blue lips killed enough children, those assassins that say sorry to their victims before they kill them too."
Lavender sighed: "Alright we will do Qarth, but after that, I need a holiday. I want to experiment with Technomancy for a few months. Our dragons need a break too."
Even Sirius needed a break: "I agree with Lavender Pup, we need a few months. You have to show your face more in Westeros too, especially King's Landing."
Xxxxx
You know the saying: It is good to be King? Not true at all! It sucks big time if you are not a power-hungry maniac. It sucks even harder when the Nobles you rule over are all power-hungry maniacs.
The good news is that the seasons are stabilizing, the Wall was melting, Snow… Targaryen found his Ygritte, a feisty redhead. It made me wonder, mama issues? Lady Stark was a redhead too. Meh, as long he doesn't call her mommy, he will survive.
Jeor Mormont took Alysane's son Rodrick as his Heir for The Gift. Alysane was the second daughter of Maege Mormont, Jeor's sister. He did not care Maege did not have a husband, and neither did Alysane. We shut everyone up by declaring Rodrick to be a true-born Mormont Bear. I remembered from the previous level that she was a good shag, so was Dacey, the current Heir of Bear Island.
I might have hinted to reserve Moat Cailin for Bran, and The New Gift to Rickon to Lord Stark. Yep, that channel will connect the West Coast to the East Coast again.
What else can I screw u… make better? Ah! The sick puppy in the Vale. Hmm… What happened to Bealish? A quick survey found him in the Black cells in the Red Keep. The guards did a good job on him, they recovered two million to the treasury, getting the guards six hundred thousand Dragons to divide among themselves.
I visited Bealish and asked: "Hey Little finger, did you stick your Little finger in Lady Arryn's cunt? They tell me her kid is as sickly as you were at that age."
Dammed, I should have done an Observe on him first. The man was alive but the lights were out upstairs. The Guards milked him dry for every Penny, Stag, and Dragon in his possession. A small spell made sure we didn't have to feed him much longer. One, two months tops.
Varys you ask? He escaped a week after the arrest, so the curse activated a mile out of the Red Keep. We never heard from him again.
Where was I? Ah! The Vale and Tittyboy. A six-year-old boy still sucking his mother's tits is not normal. A couple of ravens to the Lords of the Vale gathered them in the great Hal at the Eyrie.
We landed our Dragons with a lot of roaring on the Castle. After a Teleport to the courtyard we were received by Lord Royce: "Welcome to the Eyrie My King, Lady Arryn asked me to greet you, she fears for the safety of her child after looking at your dragons."
I nodded: "Fear I can understand, but she could have let her kid inside and greeted me herself you know? Did the Vale abandon the Guest Rites? No more offering Bread and Salt? Or am I considered an enemy?" That last comment was answered with roars from all dragons.
Lord Royce was shaking in his boots: "My King, forgive me, I am not the lord of the Keep, bread and salt will be offered in the Great hall by Lady Arryn."
I sighed, looked at Sansa, and said: "It looks like your aunt learned to be a Lady at the same place as your mother dear. Can you deal with her? I don't think I have the patience for it. Lead the way, Lord Royce"
The Great Hall was unreal, filled with only the male Nobles as if they expected trouble, all armed to the teeth. We stopped in front of the throne, Lady Arryn sat on it with the boy on her lap.
Sansa started the conversation: "Aunt Lysa? Now would be a good time to get in front of your King on your knees offering bread and salt. Or do you have something else in mind? As there are no females in the Hall."
Lady Arryn looked angry at me: "You have locked Petyr in the black cells at King's Landing. I want him free."
Sansa asked: "Why Aunt Lysa? It is proved that he was stealing millions from the Crown. He even started rumors that he deflowered you and my mother. Other rumors told us that you were close to Lord Bealish in King's Landing. Why do you want to free a thief?"
She almost screamed: "Petyr is not a thief! He was the only friend I had since we were children! He made life bearable for me in that Lannister-infested City! I am planning to marry him so he can lead the Vale as a regent for my little Robert."
Sansa looked around and asked the Lords: "Lords of the Vale! I am losing my patience here. You all are clearly here to do battle. You refuse us Guest rites, all of you even refuse to bend the knee. Well so be it.
Everyone that is not on his knees within a minute will lose his head and House, I am certain the mountain clans will appreciate some fertile lands."
One by one the Lords raised from their chairs and got on their knees. When the last one was on his knees. Sansa looked coolly at her aunt: "The same order counts for you to aunt Lysa, on your knee for your King."
Frothing from her mouth Lady Arryn yelled: "I rule here! I bend the knee only for my husband Petyr." Sansa looked at me, shook her head, and stood behind me.
I said: "Get back in your seat Lords of the Vale. Lady Arryn, you are hereby removed from the regency of the Vale. A woman that let her son suck on her teats when he is already six years old is touched in the head.
Lord Royce, you are hereby Regent of the Vale, get Robert fostered somewhere of your own choosing. Take a good look at that woman, because it will be the last time you see her. If the boy has mental problems too then I will appoint a new warden of the Vale from among you."
A quick Telekinesis got the boy in my arms, Sansa slapped a Portkey on her aunt and activated it. I addressed the Nobles: "Someone has to put some common sense in your heads, did you not notice that woman is crazy? Did you not have enough crazy rulers? Aegon the burner? Robert the drunk whoremonger? Lysa… what do you call her behind her back? Lysa and her titty boy? Or is it because Robert is the last of his line?"
Xxxxx
We left the Vale to deal with their problems themselves. Now that I am doing the tour, we did a stop at the Iron Islands. At the Pyke, we set new rules: No more Salt wives or Thralls. Ever. When Balon Greyjoy protested I took his daughter as a Salt wife.
I grinned at him: "You see Balon, it cut both ways, don't think we do not know that you keep slaves and name them Salt wives and Thralls. I give you four months, in those months you transport all Salt wives and Thralls to Seagard. Yes, you can use the ships you have been hiding. After those four months, if I find one Salt wife or Thrall on the Iron Islands then I remove all Nobles here. The same goes if I find out that you killed some of them. You will meet your drowned God if you do."
I looked him in the eyes and said: "Don't worry about your daughter, she will be scrubbing our outhouses for a while as a good Salt wife, I won't fuck her though, she isn't woman enough to compare with my wives." Yes! Slap it in his face! I never could stand people that are too lazy to work for their money and steal it from others.
The pirates on the Sister islands got a visit too. We recovered most of the ships and divided them among the Nobles with harbors.
Xxxxx
The rest of the time we relaxed, aunt Lysa got a room within the Red Keep with her Petyr, no not in the cells. Just a room next to my mother, I even them sleep together. Aunty Lysa lost the last of her marbles when she met Petyr, he got dragged into the room after he got a bit cleaned up.
Lord Mace Tyrell died after a few months of sickness, his son Willas succeeded him, I mentioned to lady Olenna that Lord Royce has a daughter of his age. Ah, politics, you can't live without it… yes I bloody well can! I let the wives deal with it.
In the following months, we did the standard *Modern Man in the Middle Ages Routine* you know, four crops rotation farming, printing press, metal works, Game boy, Rpg, fanfiction… the usual stuff.
The wives started their trading company up, while Sansa and Margaery played Queen games, and both founded the House of the Lords. Two Lords from each region sat with the Small Council and forced the Wardens of each region to do the same. It will probably crash and fail, but it is worth a try.
When the four months were over, the Iron Islands lost half of its population. Sirius, Daenerys, and Wife NR Two, handled the distribution of the Salt wives and Thralls over the other kingdoms. The ones that wanted to go home were allowed to, the others could settle at Moat Cailin or the Gift.
We did a survey of the Islands, one Lord tried to hide some of his slaves, after we read their minds, the males took a swim, the females got a slave collar, and the innocents could keep their homes. A young boy with his mother.
At least I am glad we did not end up with a city full of females.
Xxxxx
I reached Level 200, which opened all the blocked abilities, even the restrictions on the Companions. We found out that we were reckless by summoning Lucinda into this world, without checking the consequences for the local girls. After a meeting with all the companions, we invited the local sand snakes for a visit to the Nest for a talk.
On the next day, they arrived with a Portkey, after a quick tour we came to the point. Daphne said: "Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, our Lord came to this world and blended in with Joffrey Baratheon, I am sure you know the story of how and when the Gods put him here."
Astoria took over: "We visited other worlds too, in those worlds our husband could gain companions that can have copies of them travel with him to the next world. The previous world we were in, was almost the same as this one. In that world, our husband married the three of you. Each had a dragon, magic, and weapon skills."
Lucinda finished: "Our husband has an opportunity to summon them here, but we are not certain how they will arrive, as a separate person with no connection to you, as a copy of you, or they will blend with you and you get their memories and skills. We want you to think it over and we will only summon them with your permission.
We give you a week to think it over, you can stay here as our guests, or we send you home to talk it over. We left a communication book with your father, here is yours, if you want to remain here you can write to him."
Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene were stunned, I added: "Astoria will show you some of her memories of that other world. It will give you an idea of their lives."
Obara asked: "Why now? Why us?" I answered: "The option for summoning them just opened, you are close, your counterparts are already powerful, but we have two girls from Yi Ti that need training before we enter the next world. We cant travel there to ask them because they are the daughters of the current Emperor. Follow my wives to the Pensive hall to see the memories."
Xxxxx
Four days later the Sand Snakes gave their answer, Obara said: "We will allow it on a few conditions. First: if those are separate girls or copies, we want a full set of everything you would give to them and a million Dragons each. Second: if they are copies, you have to make them your age so everyone will notice the difference between us. Third: If they blend with us, you let us choose to be with you or stay single. Fourth: If these girls erase us from existing, you compensate my family and develop Dorne."
I nodded: "That is reasonable, now for the next part, who do you want me to summon first?"