Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 4
Camp. Near Yunkia.
When it became time for Daenerys to meet with the Captains of the Second Sons, I was there as well in full dragon-plate armour so that I looked intimidating. From what she'd said to me earlier it was clear that Daenerys planned to use me as a way of bludgeoning her foes into submission. For now, I was perfectly happy to let her. She had an idea of my power, and she knew that I could bring down the walls of the city.
From what I recalled from canon, the leaders of the Second Sons acted like lecherous buffoons around the Mother of Dragons, showing themselves as far more confident than they actually were. They knew that they were vastly outnumbered and unlike the other soldiers who were supposed to defend Yunkai, the Second Sons were not inside the city of Yunkai, they did not have sturdy walls protecting them, and they couldn't enter the city as there were a lot of Unsullied in the way.
It would be against the rules of warfare for Daenerys to simply order the Unsullied to march on the enemy camp and slaughter the Second Sons, and even if she did that and it went smoothly it would only mean that no one would parlay with Daenerys in the future or make an alliance with her. That wouldn't stop me from doing what I had planned as showing off my powers was different and it would send a message, but we weren't there quite yet.
"So you're the Mother of Dragons?" he questioned, clearly not believing it.
Dany, as she'd requested I call her when in private, nodded while keeping a pleasant smile on her face.
"I could have sworn I fucked you once in a pleasure house in Lees," said one of the captains.
When the Braavosi Mero, the Titan's Bastard spoke I was surprised that one of the two knights that served Her Grace as members of her Queensguard didn't trip over each as they both moved to cut him down, but Daenerys Stormborn had made it clear that she didn't want her guests harmed unless she ordered it.
"Mind your tongue," Ser Jorah warned.
Ser Barristan glared at the man but said nothing for the moment.
"Why? I didn't mind hers" said Meros.
He walked forward and sat on the couch near Daenerys. The young queen raised her hand, letting Jorah known that he needed to calm down when the knight made to draw his sword. She honestly looked more amused than insulted from what I could tell.
"She worked her tongue like she was born to do it," he said next.
The man proceeded to wiggle his tongue suggestively and I chuckled. The Titan's Bastard noticed it and chuckled as well before turning to Missandei.
"You, slave girl, bring us some wine" he ordered.
She didn't move.
"We have no slaves here," Dany informed her guest.
"You will all be slaves after the battle. Unless I save you" stated Mero.
The man sounded so arrogant that I found myself looking forward to killing him even if he did amuse me. This was a little odd for me as while I'd taken my many lives since becoming the Dragonborn but I never really murdered anyone. The difference was that I only slew those who were a danger to myself or others. Bandits, raiders, and the like, but I never really planned to kill anyone in advanced it just happened as part of my quests, aside from Alduin, but that couldn't be considered murder. Despite all the blood spilt up until now, I'd never looked forward to ending someone's life. When I did kill people I wouldn't even say I enjoyed even if there was some satisfaction in victory, but I would be happy when this sellsword died. Perhaps I had felt this way before and I simply didn't recall.
"Take your clothes off, come sit on my lap and I may give you my Second Sons," said Mero.
I better be the only man she ever did that sort of thing for.
"Give me your second son's and I might not feed you to my dragons" Dany responded.
Despite her efforts to stay calm, she was clearly getting annoyed at the man, and that was what Mero wanted. He wanted her off balance for some reason.
"Ser Barristan, how many fight for the second sons?" Dany asked.
"Around about 2000, Your Grace," said the old man who had a big smirk on his face.
Not counting camp followers and other hangers-on.
"And how many do we have?" was her next question.
"10,000" he stated.
Truly we had about 8 thousand real fighting men with a couple thousand more still in stages of training.
"Now I'm a young girl, new to the ways of war, but perhaps a seasoned captain like yourself can explain to me how you propose to defeat me" Her Grace requested with smugness in her voice.
Mero didn't seem concerned.
"I hope your old man is better with a sword than he is with a lie," said the youngest officer as he spoke up. "You have 8000 Unsullied".
Dany gave that one a look a little too friendly for my liking.
"Aren't you a little young to be a captain?" she asked.
"He is not a captain" corrected one of the captains who so far hadn't spoken, "He is a lieutenant".
We soon got back to the matter at hand.
"Even if your numbers are right we still have more and therefore more likely to win" the Mother of Dragons was now saying "Who would hire a group who lost to a young girl?".
Upon hearing that the Titan's Bastard laughed heartily.
"The second sons have faced worse odds and won," he said.
"The second sons have faced worse odds and run," Ser Jorah stated.
Again I chuckled behind my helmet.
"You could fight for me" Miss Stormborn offered.
The bastard motioned for more wine and manoeuvred his cup to get a better look at Missandei.
"We've taken the slavers gold," he said, "We fight for Yunkai".
"I would pay you as much if not more" Daenerys offered.
Oddly considering that these were mercs this wasn't simply a matter of money.
"Our contract is our bond. We break our bond. No one will hire the second sons again" one of the other captains said.
Daenerys smiled at him.
"Ride with me and you will never need another contract," Her Grace said, "You'll be lords with castles and lands of your choice when I take back the seven kingdoms".
A tempting offer, she offered me something similar.
"You have no ships, no siege weapon, and no cavalry" the lieutenant pointed out.
Daenerys smiled again.
"Not so long ago I had no army. A year ago I had no dragons" she reminded everyone "What will I have a year from now?".
That gave something to think about.
"You have two days to decide," Daenerys stated.
Had they gone and done that they would have lived a couple of more days.
"Tell you what, show me your cunt" Mero said, "I want to see if it's worth fighting for".
Before one of the knights could say or do anything the Commander of the Unsullied spoke.
"My queen, shall I cut out his tongue for you?" Grey Worm offered.
She would be tempted.
"These men are our guests" Daenerys reminded her loyal followers before turning to the officers of the Second Sons "You seem to be enjoying my wine perhaps you would like a flagon to help you ponder?".
If they were drunk it would make things easier for me.
"A mere flagon? And what are my brothers in arms supposed to drink?" asked Mero as he motioned to his Peers.
"A barrel then?" she offered.
That seemed to make the man happy.
"The Titan's Bastard does not drink alone," he said as he got up and made to leave "In the Second Sons we share everything. Perhaps after this, we will all share you".
Those words had been the wrong thing to say.
"Gothic," said the Mother of Dragons.
I had a very good feeling that I knew what she was about to ask of me.
"Yes, Your Grace. Do you need me to do something?" I asked.
As if I didn't already know.
"Drive the Second Sons away as you promised me you could," she said.
It would be my pleasure.
"Before sunrise tomorrow they will be gone" I assured her.
I then turned to Ser Barristan.
"They might try coming after our leadership even while I'm going after theirs," I warned the old knight.
The warrior tapped the pommel of his sword.
"Her Grace is quite safe" he assured me.
Without another word, I headed out of the tent. I had work to do.
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Second Sons Camp. Outside of Yunkia.
Since taking in the soul of the First Dragonborn and adding his power to my own, both my knowledge and command of magic had greatly grown, as such I was able to enter the mercenary camp, not due to any spell of invisibility, at least not a proper one, rather this was more of a powerful chameleon spell. However, in this darkness, I might as well be invisible and would remain so until I started doing some damage.
Until now I'd done anything that really affected the plot, this was about to change. Soon I will have scattered the Seconds Sons and driven off mercenary who thought he was good enough to get between the legs of a certain dragon queen. That alone had earned him my ire.
"And lo did mighty Heimverlund come from the brutal north, like a storm of unbridled vengeance from Sovngarde itself," I said in the Dragon tongue.
"STRUN BAH QO!"
The Storm Call shout creates a heavy downpour, accompanied by a fierce thunderstorm directly above the Dragonborn that throws powerful bolts of lightning down upon anyone underneath, friend and foe alike. That was in the game and it worked the same in reality. Clouds appeared and it was as if the gods themselves were weeping for the slaughter to come as bolts of lightning lanced down from the sky.
Not all of those who were hit were fighters within the Seconds Sons, they had their camp followers as well, people who fixed clothing, cooked meals, the whores and those who carried luggage, but I didn't worry about them as while taking their lives was not a good thing I could have done much worse and many more would have died in a battle. The Second Sons were not a strong position and would not have won a fight with the Unsullied.
Slaughter was not my objective here, it was more of a byproduct, spreading chaos and fear mattered to me. So I summoned up a Flame Atronach so as to add to the insanity going on all around me. With another Shout, I made myself as a ghost so that I could move through the tents as things all around me went to hell.
Feim Zii Gron (Fade Spirit Bind)
"Behold the fiery beast with the razored tail that cuts through mountains, trampling castles down" I whispered to myself "Inhale the stench that makes the whole world wail".
Okay so that quote would work better I could summon up a dragon, but I didn't think even I could call up Snow Winged Hunter from Skyrim to this place.
Despite the heavy rainfall, which should last for another sixty seconds or so, plenty of things had caught fire by now, and some of the horses had bolted even as people ran. This was exactly what I'd wanted, for the Second Sons to panic and scatter from what they must see as the wrath of the gods. But this alone was not enough, I had to take out the leaders so that no one could organise them. At least not in time to make a difference to Yunkai.
I found the leaders trying to keep order in all the chaos I had created, but they didn't do so for long as my enchanted sword killed the captain before any of the other officers even knew I was here. They'd been drinking and they were sluggish, and that made this easier for me.
"Sorcerer!" one of them shouted out.
As to prove them right I lashed out with a powerful spell that used summoned electricity to drive the man to his knees. Miraak had been able to disable me this way when we'd first met and this mortal wasn't as tough as I'd been back then, and nowhere near as powerful as I was now. He screamed and the other officers, who unlike the people in Skyrim, had no experience with such displays of power began to back away in fear. Yet they were not cowards they soon raised their swords and prepared to die like men.
While Miraak could be seen as a very arrogant and rash individual, believing that his Dragonborn heritage sets him above all others, even his former dragon masters, this arrogance was not totally unfounded I knew Miraak to be a very powerful individual, as he was not only able to defy the Dragons he served, but he was also able to devour many of them before his defeat.
The First Dragonborn was a very capable mage, able to cast powerful lightning bolts, generate wards, and use healing spells, as well as to summon a variety of Daedra, brew many potions, and he could create some impressive enchanted items. How much of this was due to his Daedric Prince master and how much of it was him even I didn't know, but I did know that Miraak had a fierce desire to independent and seems to be motivated solely by his lust for power. Some of this had clearly rubbed off on me as more than ever I craved power.
Lucky for me I had at least some of Miraak's might and knowledge as well as my own, and so I was able to use Chain Lightning to attack all of the remaining Second Son officers at the same time. Mages and many warriors in the world of Elder Scrolls could have defended themselves, but these people knew nothing of magic, and so I took their lives.
With the camp in total chaos, the warriors that made up the Second Sons now leaderless and scattering, my work here was done. The storm was fast fading away and the Daedra I'd summoned had returned from whence it came, going back to the hell that had spawned it.
On my way out of the camp a few of the soldiers did block my path, but not for long.
"FUS RO DAH!"
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Camp. Near Yunkia.
When I entered the young queen's tent she was very happy to see me.
"I hear that you did as I wished," she said.
We'd planned to get rid of the biggest group of mercs, as I'd known that the smaller groups, none of which had more than a few hundred men, would either abandon Yunkai as well or take up the offers the Mother of the Dragons had made to them via messengers before meeting with the Second Sons. The storm and slaughter I'd created had sent a very clear message to those thinking of siding with the Slavers.
"Yes, Your Grace" I replied.
With a big smile on her face, she reached up to my shoulders and began to undress me, leaving me to finish the job as she stripped off what little she wore while standing right in front of me. Once we were both naked we place our arms around each other and I began to touch her back and slowly moved my hands down. We kissed and touched for a while, with me mostly prying her butt cheeks apart when not giving her buttocks a few playful slaps.
"I don't think a queen is supposed to be spanked," Dany said with a smile directed at me.
Hearing that amused me.
"She does if she wants me to help her end slavery in this part of the world," I told her "A small sacrifice made by you to save others".
While still smiling she went and laid down on the bed.
"Come claim your reward my brave warrior" she invited.
After our lips met again I began to kiss down her neck, this made her happy so I continued down to her left nipple and began to touch both of her breasts and to tend to her nipples. I sucked on both of them and then looked at the woman's face as I played with her nipples.
"Oh wait I nearly forgot," said Dany "I wanted to do something special for you. Missandei come here!".
Her handmaiden, who had been waiting nearby entered the tent and let the dress she'd been wearing fall to the ground. Soon the face of the former slave was putting her head in between the legs of the Stormborn. This was unexpected, but not unwelcome.
"Missandei assures me that men enjoy watching these sorts of displays," said Dany "Just watch for now and then it will be your turn. She has a very talented mouth".
It was an exotic display seeing Missandei go down on her queen. Daenerys could only withstand what I had to describe as an oral onslaught for so long before she furiously came. As soon as Dany reached her orgasm, the lusty brunette quickly moved over to my waiting erection and began to service me.
"You were right, she does have a talented mouth," I said to the Breaker of Chains.
She clearly had experience and her blowjob skills were far superior to Daenerys, but she didn't simply get me to cum in her mouth.
"My Lord, how do you want me?" asked Missandei as she began to stroke my now well-lubricated cock.
Soon we had Missandei between us and the two women began to passionately kiss. I admired the two beauties as they french kissed each other, Daenerys must be tasting my manhood in her handmaiden's mouth, and this sight made my cock ache in such a way that there was only one thing I could do, and this was to shove it inside the nearest available fuck hole. Missandei moaned loudly into my lover's mouth as I shoved my cock deep inside her twat. She wasn't as tight as Daenerys but it was still a snug enough fit for me, and I soon began to fuck her for all she was worth.
"You like that don't you?" Dany asked, teasing her advisor with words and her fingers "You liked getting fucked by my brave warrior?"
When it arrived Missandei's orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body seized up and she screamed out her pleasure. With a grunt, I followed her example, cumming as my baby batter made its way deep inside the cunt of the former slave.
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The Gates of Yunkia. Essos.
With the Second Sons having fled you'd think that the so-called Wise Masters would live up to their name and act with some wisdom in this matter, but they were foolish enough not to surrender. While the Second Sons were gone they still had troops of their own as well as strong, high walls, and a very big door to protect them. Well really it was a big gate, but hopefully, my powers wouldn't care about that.
"I'll bring down the doors" I promised the Breaker of Chains "Just keep their attention on you, and be ready to charge as I don't know how long they will remain open".
Once again I would be using my chameleon spell to get close enough to the enemy to use a powerful Shout but unlike before it was day time and even with the guards upon the walls having something to distract them they might see the rippling effect caused by the spell and start firing arrows at me, which if nothing else would be very distracting.
Her Grace began making a stirring speech, something about putting an end to slavery and injustice, that sort of thing, as I made my way to the massive gates of the city. No one paid me any attention, because even if they did spot me they'd just see a ripple and ignore it in favour of the massive army and the woman yelling at them.
"Uth Bex Miraad" (Command. Open. Door)
I didn't know how it worked, but I had been able to test this Shout before on the doors to old forts and such back when I'd been testing the limits of power before I'd taken in the soul of the First Dragon born.
Unlike "Fus Bex Miraad!" (Force. Open. Door) the shout I had just used should open the city gates, and it worked. Not only was I the Last Dragonborn I had to be the most powerful of them all, but I had little time to dwell on this as the slave soldiers, who still followed the commands of the Wise Masters, were now trying to close the gate. They might be able to do it before the army of the Mother of Dragons could reach the gate so I had to keep the way into the city as clear as I could.
I couldn't Shout again so soon, but I still had plenty of magical power so I summoned up a Storm Atronach and then sent it at the men trying to close the gate. Similar to a Flame Atronach, Storm Atronachs move about by hovering above the ground. They can traverse over water as well, not that this was useful at this time. They are the least humanoid of Atronachs, appearing as a shattered statue with a cracked, frowning face and chunks of rock swirling about its body, loosely connected by a matrix of electric arcs and dark purple storm clouds.
Storm Atronachs attack mainly with shock spells, such as Lightning Bolt, or even Chain Lightning when facing multiple foes. Although they are much harder to damage than either the Flame or Frost Atronachs, they tend to keep their distance in fights. Their only melee attack is a slow, simple punch with their rocky fists, but they are also surrounded by a Lightning Cloak that deals shock damage to anyone nearby. Not that the locals ever found that out as most of them ran shouting out a single word that I was sure was either demon or monster.
Brisingr my Dragonbone Sword was now in my hands, and it made short work of the troops who got in my way. They wore only leather, and that was nothing to this enchanted blade, both the dragon bone and the flame enchantment combined made this sword something that would normally only exist in a story.
I didn't fight alone for very long as Grey Worm led the Unsuilled as they entered the city, and they were like a river that broke in two streams when the water met a large rock that was me. The men who'd been marching in a formation made up of four warriors, broke off into lines made up of two warriors marching with many more behind as they entered the city. Soon they began to kill all who resisted.
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Gates of Yunkia. Essos.
"He made the city's gates open with his magic," said Ser Jorah Mormont "I've seen only once a feat even more impressive".
While the other knight sat calmly on horseback, Jorah could tell that he was unsettled by what the Dragonborn had done. The gates had simply open and when the troops of the city had tried to close them again some monster had appeared. Barristan had been too far away to really make out the creature, but he had been able to hear the screams.
"What did you see?" the old knight wished to know from the somewhat younger man.
Ser Jorah was somewhat used to seeing such strange things, but Barristan had not, and perhaps never would be. He'd seen the storm appear last night and the bolts of lightning that had struck only those in the enemy camp. Then the fires had started, spreading as the Seconds Sons died or ran away.
"I saw our Queen walk into a funeral fire so hot and so thick with smoke that I couldn't get close enough to see her," said the former ruler of Bear Island "and the following morning when the ashes were still hot she stood there, naked as a babe with three newly hatched dragons. We follow those who are not mortal, Ser Barristan, and between them they have the power to conquer the world".
Barristan could only hope that their rule made the world a better place.
"How long does it take to sack a city?" questioned Dany.
As if on cue people started pouring out of the city. When they got too close to the queen the Unsullied readied their spears and the dragons screeched. When the people stopped Missandei stepped forward to speak to them.
"This is Daenerys Targaryen, the Stormborn, The Unburnt, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and the Mother of Dragons" the translator declared "It is to her you owe your freedom".
"No," Dany said as she stepped forward. "You do not owe me your freedom. I cannot give it to you. Your freedom is not mine to give. It belongs to you and you alone. If you want it back, you must take it for yourselves. Each and every one of you".
Everything was silent for a few minutes. Then suddenly a man from the crowd raised his hand and cried "Missa!" Soon the entire crowd was chanting it and taking cautious steps towards the unsullied.
"What does it mean?" Dany asked her advisor and friend.
"It means, mother," Missandei explained.
"Mother of Yunkai?" said Ser Jorrah "Not as good as the Mother of Dragons"
Jorah and Barristan both looked a little worried when Dany took slow steps down.
"It's alright, they won't hurt her," Gothic said as he joined the two knights.
When Dany entered the crowd all three dragons took to the sky and circled the massive crowd adding their cries to the peoples. It was an effective display. The two knights continued to watch Dany as she was lifted into the air as people tried to touch their liberator. Gothic knew Jorah and Barristan would have words with him later about her safety, but that was something to deal with later. For now, they all just watch the spectacle before them.
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Yunkia. Essos.
Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan, along with Grey Worm and myself made up what passed for Queen Daenerys small council. It wasn't much of a group, but I figured that in time we would grow.
"The Seven Kingdoms are my goal" stated Daenerys in a firm and controlled tone of voice "We can not stay here".
We'd taken over one of the palaces that were once home for the Wise Masters for our stay in this city, a stay that the Mother of Dragons didn't wish to extend a moment longer than she had to.
"If we simply leave the slavers will retake this city" I warned Her Grace "Which they might already be doing with Astaphor".
That got through to Dany, and this was good as when the Breaker of Chains made up her mind about something it was nearly impossible to get her to change her mind.
"What would we do while here?" she asked.
I wasn't the only one with something to say.
"We can use the time spent setting up proper leadership for this city, to train more fighters" offered Sir Barriston "and we will need more weapons and armour".
While I could supply the warriors under my direct command with equipment superior to anything this world had to offer since the fall of the Valyerin empire, and that number of people was slowly growing, they made up only a tiny fraction of the overall fighting force. Sure the Unsullied had come with their own weapons and armour, but they had no replacements. Also, their losses so far hadn't been high and they were already training their successors so we would need more equipment for them.
"Perhaps we should train a militia force to hold Yunkai once we are gone" suggested Ser Jorrah "If the freed slaves don't know how to defend themselves they won't remain free for long".
Both were good ideas.
"Start with that at once" ordered Miss Stormborn "Grey Worm I wanted your best officers to star drilling anyone former slave who wishes to learn how to use the spear. Ser Barriston, Ser Jorah, I want you to find young men who can be trained as knights, and begin to teach them. Those suited to this training can follow us".
We'd also need to sort out a number of logistical matters before we left to ensure that this city could still feed and clothe its people once we were gone.
"Gothic stay with me" Daenerys ordered as the meeting broke up.
As soon as we were alone the young queen invited me to come and sit with her.
"You promised to teach me to use my magic," said Daenerys "Let's begin today".
This was true, but until now we'd not had much time to devote to lessons, now that could change, and Her Grace had no doubt heard about the spell I'd allowed her handmaiden to learn. Aside from that my display with the storm and the gates would have shown her the power of magic, and she would want that power for herself.
"Yes," I agreed while reaching into my pouch of holding for a low-level spell tome "Let's start with something impressive looking".
I handed her the spell tome.
"This spell is the first I learned," I told her "When cast, Sparks shoots a continuous stream of electricity at a target, dealing shock damage. After you've taken in every page you'll be able to cast the spell, and the more you practice the easier it becomes. This spell doesn't do much real damage, but it will hurt a foe".
Giving her this spell was like arming her with a taser for personal defence.
"To make this spell stronger you'll need to practice it on someone" I was now saying "But don't worry I know how to shield myself against such attacks so you can practice on me".
Shock spells were good for taking down magical wards used as shields, but my magic spells were so much more powerful than anything Dany would be able to use for years to come, so I wasn't at all worried.
"Do I read the book?" I was asked.
In a sense.
"All you have to do is examine each page" I answered, "You don't really have to understand it, the spell will become part of you".
I had no idea how that worked. I just understood that the spell was more than mere information, it became part of your mind and lived in it, so you could never forget it and could always use the spell, it was like a symbiotic lifeform made out of information. Very strange.