Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 3
On the Road to Yunkai. Essos.
"They'll do," I said to myself.
Not every slave soldier from Astaphor had been a full Unsullied or one in training, and while some of those warriors had remained behind, or gone off on their own, there were still dozens perhaps even hundreds of liberated soldiers who had decided to follow The Breaker of Chains from Astaphor to Yunkai, a city that we would reach in a matter of days at the pace the Mother of Dragons had set for her army.
The men and women standing before, I didn't care about their genders only their fighting skills, had answered a call I'd sent out. I'd let the word spread that I, one of the advisors of the princess they all loved so much, would be training warriors to better serve our leader. Most of those who'd come for training were former slave soldiers and some were simply youngsters who wanted a chance to strike at the slavers. Daenerys hadn't declared that we would attack Yunkai, but those that followed her expected it.
Not long ago I'd suggested to Mother of Dragons that she divide her army into two legions. My idea was that since she had 8 thousand Unsullied and a couple of thousand more in stages of training, we should have two legions, each with 4 thousand Unsullied and a thousand trainee warriors to act as scouts and such. Then we could have the former slaves who'd followed us out of Astaphor join those legions in support roles. I'd wanted to command one of those legions in her name.
For reasons she didn't share with me The Breaker of Chains had refused my wisdom and had stated that the Unsullied should follow one of their own as a unified force, but she'd also let me know that I was free to recruit from the former slaves and train my own warriors. So I'd started going just that. I had plans for the warriors I would train, and they would serve me well.
Slowly I walked down the line of about twenty people, mostly young men, who had stepped forward to offer themselves when I'd called for volunteers and stuck with the training so far. None of them would be a match for those I'd once fought alongside and so far I didn't have many followers, but more would wish to join up once they saw these men and women learning how to fight, then I could afford to be pickier and select some more experienced warriors to train others while serving as my lieutenants.
Back in the land of Skyrim, I'd had more than my fair share of followers, and I'd made them my Blades as the two remaining Blades hadn't been of much use to me and they'd been unreasonable in their demands. They'd forgotten that the Blades served the Dragonborn not the other way around. Upon going off to fight the First Dragonborn I'd disbanded the group for a time since I'd not had the means to transport what had by that time become a small army.
Perhaps if I'd returned to Skyrim I'd have called the Blades back to my side and led them into battle once more, but that was no longer possible if I returned to that world, assuming I even could, Hermaeus Mora the Daedric Prince of Knowledge and Memory had some sort of claim on me now, and would not be happy that I had escaped him. If I saw any sign of his daedric servents I would have to flee this world in an attempt to find a safe haven elsewhere.
There was a good chance that I had increased that risk by using the spell Summon Dremora Merchant. When activated, he appears and offers to trade much as a regular merchant would. He will buy any type of item, except stolen items, and importantly he would sell me armour and weapons. I could summon him about once a day and he would have new things to sell, which seemed odd but who knew how time worked for that creature.
It was worth the risk to summon the trader as he sometimes had a spell tome to sell, these strange books were expensive, even for someone who could turn raw iron ore into silver and silver into gold, yet they were well worth the price paid as magic was not common here, so gifting even a minor spell to a person could be seen as a great gift. Also since dragons were a source of magical power it should be possible for at least a few followers of mine to learn some of the powerful spells over time. Nothing that approached my level of power, just enough to make them eager to earn more spells from me.
I could also arm them with the weapons brought from the Dremora Merchant, as long as no one saw me talking with a demonic-looking creature they wouldn't ask too many questions. No one around here knew anything about magic, and while they didn't trust it I had the favour of the Mother of Dragons. I felt sure that their concerns would fade when I began arming my people with superior weapons.
"Gothic I want you with me," said the woman who thought she was my boss.
I turned to my new blades.
"Keep practising" I ordered.
As it turned out Her Grace wanted me at her side when she met with the leader of the Unsullied. I already knew that Grey Worm was chosen by his fellow Unsullied as the best among them to become a commanding officer. He would soon be placed under the tutelage of Ser Jorah Mormont to learn how to command. I also knew that When Daenerys Targaryen abolishes the Unsullied tradition of being given new crappy names, Grey Worm would choose to keep the Unsullied name he had when he was freed
The Unsullied parted their ranks, revealing their chosen leader. He looked just like the rest of them and in a battle that would serve him as none of his enemies would target him when trying to take out the leaders of the army. He would be just another helmeted soldier among thousands.
"Remove your helmet" her Grace commanded.
Grey Worm removed his helmet and walked forward, with his head bowed. He then looked up at his liberator
"This one has the honour," Grey Worm said.
"What is your name?" Her Grace enquired.
"Grey Worm" he replied.
Daenerys glanced at Missandei, who explained why he was called that.
"All Unsullied boys are given new names when they are cut," she told her ruler "Grey Worm, Red Flea, Black Rat. Names that remind them of what they are, vermin".
Miss Stormborn did not like that one bit. These names only served as a reminder that she had brought a slave army.
"From this day forward, you will choose your own names" she commanded "You will tell your fellow soldiers to do the same. Cast aside your slave name. Choose the name your parents gave you or any other. A name that gives you pride".
Unexpectedly for Daenerys, her command was not obeyed. This was somewhat odd by now as everyone liked her and they were all so grateful that they'd tell her what she wanted to hear and do whatever she wished them to do.
"Grey Worm gives me pride," said the Unsullied's chosen commander "It is a very lucky name. The name this one was born with was cursed. That was the name he had when he was taken as a slave. But Grey Worm is the name this one had the day the Khaleesi Daenerys Stormborn set him free".
The Breaker of Chains decided to let the matter drop.
"Grey Worm, from now on, you are the leader of the Unsullied and will report directly to me" she explained to him.
"Yes, my Queen," he said.
With that Grey Worm stepped back into the ranks of the army he now commanded.
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Camp. Outside of Yunkai.
Yunkai, known also as the Yellow City, is one of the three great Ghiscari city-states of Slaver's Bay, located southwest of Meereen and north of Astapor. Bedslaves, trained in the "Way of the Seven Sighs", they are Yunkai's chief export, at least for now. To me, that whole "Way of the Seven Sighs" sounded like they were taught numerous ways to fake their orgasms.
This city had a large number of slaves, who served their masters one way or another, and like in Astaphor the number of slaves was much higher than the number of slave owners. Despite this the slave masters ruled in comfort, not fearing the slaves rising up to overthrown them using the weight of their numbers.
Now while this may seem strange to some people, the Wise Masters of Yunkai had not acquired all of their wealth and power by chance. They had trained all their slaves to serve them no matter what, pleasure them no matter the form, and to make them feel that their only purpose in life was to serve the Wise Masters until death. They had instilled a sense of fear by making sure that if one of them acted against a master it would result in a mass execution of many to set an example.
Needless to say, it worked and while the slaves knew they outnumbered the Wise Masters 3 to 1 in terms of numbers, each slave revolt that happened always failed. A slave loyal to the Wise Masters would in the hopes of obtaining their own freedom they would expose a plot to their owners, or a slave guard overheard slaves planning would report it for the chance of some gold. Then the Masters would act, men, women, and even children were killed by the Wise Masters after each failed revolt.
"Such high walls," said Ser Barristan "No wonder the Wise Masters feel so invincible. It would take a large army with siege equipment to take this city, and the desert behind us makes getting supplies difficult".
Normally laying siege to a city so well defended would be foolish, but I had means and ways that couldn't be matched by anyone in this world. Only the Night-King was a real threat to me, at least in a straight-up fight. But he was a concern for another day, for now, my attention remained focused on this city and how to break it open.
"Yunkai is not like Astapor your Grace," remarked Ser Jorah "They deal in pleasure slaves for trade. It is a very profitable business. Even more so than selling a slave army".
It seemed that he knew enough about Yunkai to provide some insight into it, however, since I'd seen all this play out on a TV screen I didn't need to listen to the man I'd once called Ser Jorah Cockblocker. He didn't approve of her princess getting fucked by me, but I was a better choice than the mercenary she ended up shagging in the show. As for Jon Snow, well I would stop him from committing the sin of incest.
"The voice of experience Ser Jorah?" wondered his fellow knight.
Ser Jorah had revealed to us that he had spent time with the Golden Company before getting into contact with Westeros for his spying assignment. He'd come out and admitted that to Her Grace, and she'd forgiven since he had saved her life and not hidden as he did in the show. I had no idea why that happened, but it was a sign that things were diverting from cannon.
"Perhaps. Are you jealous old man?" asked Ser Jorah.
Miss Stormborn was not amused by their banter.
"Enough. You two can jape at each other later" said their ruler before she turned to address Grey Worm "We will soon be visited by a Yunkai ambassador. Make sure the Unsullied know to get into formation. I want this fool to know just how large the army is".
It was easy even for me to forget that Daenerys was no fool, nor was she anywhere as innocent as she could make herself look. She understood far more than she let on.
"Khaleesi, you have three dragons, an army 8,000 strong with more we can train along the way" Ser Jorah was now saying "Yet you stay for this".
Given that the main objective was to take the Iron Throne this might seem to be a pointless diversion. However, this simply wasn't the case. This city had a lot of slaves in it and each was a potential recruit for the growing army, a possible follower. Some could be trained, others would serve in a support role.
"Do you know how many slaves live in Yunkai?" Daenerys asked, "How many languish under the rule of the Wise Masters?".
As a matter of fact, he did.
"About 200,000, Khaleesi" he anwered.
"200,000 slaves. 200,000 people languishing under the whip" said Daenerys "They are my reasons".
Ser Jorah was still concerned.
"They are rich, Khaleesi and that gives them power," said Ser Jorah.
That I didn't agree with.
"Money is just a means to an end," I told the knight "The Wise Masters try to buy loyalty, but you can't buy true loyalty or pay for courage. They will soon learn that and they will also discover what true power is".
I would be the one to show them.
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Camp. Outside of Yunkai.
In the view of Daenerys Stormborn, the Wise Master who would be visiting them was an arrogant man, believing he was something grand simply due to having been fated to be born into a family that was wealthy when really it had been a matter of chance. If it was the will of the gods, assuming there were any, then these gods were cruel creatures to allow such injustices and not worthy of her devotion.
This Wise Master had his slaves carrying him in an open carriage. She paid careful attention to the slaves who aside from looking tired and mistreated due to whipping as well as malnourishment, it was clear to her that they were nervous to be around so many men who were armed with spears. Perhaps they'd heard about what the Unsullied could do in a battle.
The important man slowly got out of his carriage and made his way into the war tent, looking all prim and proper, he carried himself as if it was some glorious honour for others to simply to be near him. Of course, the sight of so many Unsullied around him, standing at attention did rather unnerve the man, but the man did his best to hide it. He had some experience when it came to diplomatic matters.
It also didn't help that her dragons were sharing the tent. They didn't like this man any more than their mother did and with a word from her they would roast this ambassador and consume his cooked flesh. In fact, they might just do that without a command from their mother.
"Now comes the noble Razdal Mo Eraz of that ancient and honourable House," said Missandei when the Wise Master entered the tent "Master of Men and Speaker to Savages, to offer terms of peace".
They wouldn't be accepted. She'd decided to liberate the slaves in the city and so it would happen. This meeting served a different purpose. Granted it mostly a formality but this was also a chance to humble one of the Wise Master, to send him back to his city in disgrace. It was important for the slavers to know how little she valued them.
"Noble Lord of Yunkai, you currently stand before Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Breaker of Chains. The Moher of Dragons," Missandei was now saying "Queen of the Andals and the First Men".
Thankfully the translator was going easy on the titles today. They were important, it was just that sometimes Daenerys didn't think that talks like this needed to be dragged out. She wanted to talk bluntly and actually get something done. The day was dragging on and it was hot out here.
"Welcome to my tent Lord Eraz. Please sit," invited Her Grace with forced politeness.
She motioned to the seat across from him.
"Ancient and glorious is Yunkai," said Razdal "Our Empire was considered old before dragons even stirred in Valyria. Many an army has been broken against our strong walls. You shall find no easy conquest here Mother of Dragons".
In a display meant to remind the visitor of why she had that title, the Khalissie threw a bit of raw meat at one of her dragons who roasted in the air before leaping done to devour the morsel.
"We are prepared to discuss terms like civilized people," stated Daenerys.
"I'm glad. Word of House Targaryen's actions at Astapor have reached the ears of the Wise Masters, but we Yunkai are a forgiving and generous people," said Razdal before clapping his hands.
Two slaves came in carrying heavy chests that were filled to the brim with treasure. Fortunes were laid at the feet on the Mother of Dragons, yet it meant little to her. This was money made by the Wise Masters when they profited from the suffering they'd caused for so long. Oh she'd keep this money, but only because it could put to the use of helping end slavery.
"Generous indeed," commented Daenerys.
She knew a bribe when she saw one.
"The Wise Masters have sent this as a gift to the Mother of Dragons. There is more waiting for you on your personal ship," added Razdal.
Now this news did surprise her.
"My personal ship?" asked Daenerys curiously.
"Yes. As I said, we are a generous people," explained Razdal rather confidently "Your ship will be available to you whenever you wish".
Quite an expensive bribe.
"And what do you ask for in return for taking my new ship and newly acquired wealth the Wise Masters have given us?" asked Her Grace.
She knew very well that no one gave this much to others out of sheer generosity.
"All we ask is you use your ship" offered Razdal "Sail back to Westeros, to your home, and leave us alone to conduct our business here in peace".
Daenerys frowned at him.
"And what about my army?" she asked Will the Yunkai be so generous to give me ships to take them with us? Or our dragons".
"Unfortunately, your Unsullied cannot accompany you back home," said the Wise Master "They have killed their Masters and have laid siege to Astapor. While they may have been ordered by you, the Unsullied must pay for their crimes".
That wasn't going to happen.
"We thank you for your generous offer Lord Eraz," said the Breaker of Chains "Unfortunately, your terms are not what we consider to be acceptable. So I make a counteroffer. You will relinquish the city and all of its slaves to us. In return, I offer you one thing that is most valuable to someone like yourself. Your life".
To say that Razdal looked surprised would be an understatement.
"My life?" asked Razdal in disbelief.
Daenerys gave the emissary a smile that no humour or warmth in it.
"Yes. Your life. And the life of the other Wise Masters. They can relocate to another Free City. You can take whatever wealth you can carry and leave everything else for us" she offered "You will not take any of your slaves. If you do, your life is forfeit. If you decide to kill any of the slaves, your life is forfeit. If you reject this offer, your life and the lives of the Wise Masters will be the price you pay for your crimes".
Now the Speaker to Savages lost his cool.
"You are mad!" he declared "We are not Astapor or Qarth. We are Yunkai and we have powerful friends! Friends who will take great pleasure in destroying you! Those who survive your defeat will be ours once more. Maybe we will make slaves of you just like we will your dragons!".
With that, the Wise Master stomped off. Not even bothering to try to take his treasure back, and that was fortunate for him as she wouldn't have handed it over.
"The Yunkai are proud people, Princess" commented Ser Jorah in a knowing tone "They do not bend, and they do have friends".
She looked over at her advisor.
"Find out who these friends are" she ordered, "I want to talk with them".
As the knight went to carry out her bidding the young queen couldn't help wondering if humiliating the Wise Master had been the right move. She'd wanted to him make lose his temper, to make him see that his wealth and titles meant nothing to her. To humble the lord, but she worried that it might the slaves in the city that suffered because of her actions. It wouldn't serve her if the Wise Masters slaughtered all of the slaves so that she couldn't add them to her growing band of followers.
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Camp. Outside of Yunkai.
Since the three captains that led the Second Sons wouldn't be meeting with Daenerys until the morning I'd been excused until then. This had given me a chance to spend some time with the future Blades and so far the training was going well, and others were showing an interest in what I had to teach. I hoped that once Yunkai fell that I would have hundreds flocking to me, eager to learn what I had to teach, I would focus on those who already had some fighting skills as once I was confident in their skills I could have them to train others.
Due to my rank, I was the Queen's consort and adviser, I had the privacy of my own tent and even a couple of Unsullied guarding it. The inside of the tent was rather pleasant, no mere bedroll for me, I had a feather bed, and even a table in here, as well as a stand for my armour. Another thing I owned was a bathtub, that was currently full of hot water and more important,y there was a woman standing next to it.
She was Missandei, she'd originally been a slave who served as an interpreter to Kraznys mo Nakloz of Astapor, until she was freed by Daenerys Targaryen, now she served Her Grace's as a trusted advisor and chief handmaiden.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
The woman gestured to the tub.
"Her Grace is occupied with other matters this night" Missandei explained to me "She sent to tend to you. I knew that after an afternoon's training you would need to bathe and food will be delivered".
I was fairly certain that Daenerys's loyal knights had been telling her not to depend too much on a sorcerer as magic users were not to be trusted, but at the same time, the Mother of Dragons knew that I was her greatest ally. So as not to defend both groups she was keeping me at a distance while keeping her knights with her for what I assumed was some sort of late-night planning session, and by sending Missandei to keep me happy she could worry less about me becoming offended by not being at her side this night.
"Do make yourself comfortable while I take my bath," I said.
After placing my armour on the stand I got naked, with Missandei watching, and I got into the tub, it was narrow but long enough for me to sit in rather comfortably. I sat in the warm water and enjoyed the effect it had on my aching muscles. I had more stamina than other mortal men, yet despite this, I could still get tired and sore.
Before long I heard some water and felt the water moving. Upon opening my eyes I found a naked Missandei climbing into the tub, she sat facing me and this only worked because she was so skinny. Rather than say anything about this Missandei began to clean me, gently with a soft piece of cloth that she had soaked in the water. As you might expect, having a naked attractive woman touching me got me very hard, but the handmaiden didn't pay that part of me any attention or even react to it.
"You don't have to give me a bath Missandei," I said, "I mean, you can if you want to, but you're not a slave anymore".
She kept cleaning me, not seeming to be affected by my words.
"Her Grace asked me to arrange for someone to take care of you" the translator explained "I volunteered. You have aided Her Grace and she is grateful".
Missandei put aside the piece of cloth and proceeded to guide her soft hand underwater so that she could get a hold of his hard cock. Missandei's small hands made my dick seem larger than normal and Missandei's grip on my cock was just perfect, not too tight nor too loose, she knew what she was doing.
It helped that she was so skinny because it meant that she was able to straddle me as she guided my cock inside. She began to move her hips and she stayed focused on my pleasure.
"I hope I please you, my lord," she said.
She didn't need to worry about that. She was very pleasing, and before long she'd be getting a cunt full of my cum to prove it.
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Camp. Outside of Yunkai.
Missandei of Naath owed much to Daenerys Targaryen. The queen had taken her from a life of slavery in Astapor and given her freedom, and Missandei had tried to repay that act ever since by serving the Mother of Dragons however she could, whether as interpreter, advisor, handmaiden and as a confidant. She'd been by her queen's side as much as possible since Missandei had been freed.
Despite this closeness, she was not jealous of how her queen lavished her affection on the man known as the Dragonborn. The mutual attraction they had for each other was instant and obvious to Missandei. She'd seen the way Daenerys looked at the well built black-haired man, and Missandei could understand her queen's interest. There was something about this man, something rugged, something commanding and powerful. She looked at him and had no trouble whatsoever picturing this man fighting monsters and slaying those who enslaved others.
Missandei watched the warrior dine as she picked at her own food. She'd been asked to eat with him, and that was strange to the former slave, and she found the situation a little awkward. The fact that she was sitting at his table while naked didn't bother her at all, nor had it been when he'd requested that she stay undressed. Rather it was the questions she wished to ask that bothered her, it was as if they were trying to escape from her mind. She was no use to being able to ask things.
"My lord, is it true that you are a sorcerer?" she dared to question.
He wasn't offended by those words.
"I prefer the term Mage," he said "but yes I can cast spells. Where I learned magic nearly everyone could do it".
This surprised Missandei, she'd always assumed that magic was a talent like a gift granted to certain people, like how some had pleasant singing voices or could create art, or her own skill with languages.
"Even someone like me?" she asked.
She didn't really believe such things were possible yet she played along when the Dragonborn instructed her to reach into a small pouch and take out one of the books, the pouch was not big enough to contain all the things it did and that alone was enough to convince the translator that magic was real, it was to hard deny it when you saw dragons every day, but that itself was not the evidence the Dragonborn wanted her to see.
"The book with the tree symbol on it" Gothic instructed, "Open it and carefully look at each page".
She protested, saying that she wouldn't understand anything in the book, only for the Thane to insist so Missandei sat down and looked each page over. Once she was done the book simply vanished into nothingness.
"Don't worry I can get more" assured the Dragonborn.
Missandei barely heard him as she had some strange new knowledge in her mind. She knew how to cast a spell, it created a feeble light that didn't last long, yet it amazed her. This was magic, it was scary and it didn't feel evil. She'd heard so many stories about how unnatural sorcery was, yet nothing bad had happened to her.
"Practice that spell" Gothic advised her "You don't have enough power for the greater spells, but over time that spell would become easier to use, the light will shine brighter and last longer. Once you've mastered that spell I'll have another book for you".
Missandei had no idea what to say. As a former slave, she was used to feeling totally powerless and while the spell she'd somehow learned would only be useful it certain situations it was something no slaver knew. What did you say to someone who'd just given a chance to learn magic? The words 'thank you' didn't seem to be enough. Perhaps she could express her gratitude in a more physical way later this night. After all her queen did want her to make sure the Dragonborn was kept happy this night.