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Prince Oberyn Martell would have died recently during his duel with The Mountain. His daughters the Sand Snakes might be good for this story. I'll think about adding them in at some point.
Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 7
Wilderness. Westeros.
"My lord," someone said to me.
I was gently shaken awake and soon I looked up into the eyes on one of my newest Blades who like the rest of them looked like a foreign sellsword, he'd been a slave once, a man doomed to die in a fighting pit for the amusement of the rulers of Meereen. I remembered that he was called Slaughter, and yet despite the name, he was actually a rather gentle soul and had quickly gotten good at using bound weapons.
"You were having a nightmare Dragonborn," he told me.
I sighed and got up off my sleeping role before rolling it up, and then placing it back in my pouch of holding. Camping out became a lot easier with magical items.
"Call me Captain" I reminded Slaughter.
We were the Blades a Sell Sword Company with members from all over the known world who'd come to the Seven Kingdoms to recruit new members and to find work. That was our cover, the true agenda of this group involved gathering information and seeking out allies for Daenerys Stormborn. I'd decided that to this we needed to go north, but we didn't need to rush as I needed time to train Arya, to turn her into a proper killer, an assassin gifted with magic that would allow her to move unseen and unheard until it was time to strike.
I'd managed to use my Daedra merchant content to purchase some bits of leather armour and I'd given her an elvish dagger to go with her new look. I had no idea how that trader had gotten his hands on a hood from a set of Dark Brotherhood armour an I didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. It would have been nice if I could have gotten her the whole set but my contact had his limits and concerns of his own.
He was charging more gold for his services now as I'd given him so much of the metal it had become less valuable to him. Thankfully he was interested in trading for things from this world to sell elsewhere. A bit risky as it was possible for knowledge of presence here to fall into the wrong hands, but I didn't think that tentacle horror would care about a few trinkets. Selling books would have been most unwise so I was careful not to trade it such things.
"What did you dream about?" asked one of my followers.
Dreams had more importance in this world than in others, and that made sense to me as I was fairly certain that I'd just dreamed about the Jon Snow coming back from the dead, and I knew that Sansa Stark was heading for The Wall. She wasn't going to make it. Something had changed to alter the course of events just enough that Sansa Stark would be torn apart by Ramsey Bolten's hunting dogs.
Since I'd never had dreams like this before arriving in Westeros I figured that the Three-Eyed Raven was reaching out to me and showing me things. Members of the Septim bloodline were meant to see things with an inner-eye so perhaps I could do that do and the Greenseer was using it to show me things. The images were already fading, but now that I was thinking more clearly I knew what we needed to go do.
"Sansa Stark is in danger," I said.
Naturally, that got Arya's attention.
"Don't panic in my vision it was dark so we have some time to prepare" I promised, "We will get to her".
I'd have to use my magic door Shout to appear somewhere near Winterfell. That was possible since the castle and the lands around it are shown often in the show so I had something to picture in my mind while Shouting. Then I could use the Clairvoyance to guide me to Sansa Stark. We would get to her in time.
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Palace. Meereen
The Small Council room was filled with stunned silence at the news that had arrived from across the Narrow Sea. Joffrey Baratheon was dead. Poisoned during his own wedding. This was great news for Daenerys. It was one less Lannister to worry about, and since it took some time for the news to travel this far from the Seven Kingdoms it meant that Joffrey Baratheon's little brother Tommen Baratheonwould have been crowed king by now.
He was a boy-king who would be little more than a puppet for his grandfather and overbearing mother. But that didn't bother Dany, what did concern her was that there were rumours that Sansa Stark may have been involved in the death of Joffrey Baratheon. She'd been told by her lover that the Starks were honourable and that she would be able to trust in an alliance in them as they would never do anything so cowardly as to poisoned someone, even if Joffrey Baratheon certainly deserved such a fate.
This was something she brought up with her advisers.
"The Starks have their honour, where the Lannisters have none," supplied Ser Jorah Mormount "I am no fan of the Starks, but murder isn't like them".
This mattered as Daenerys badly needed allies in the Seven Kingdoms, but if the Starks couldn't be trusted they would make for poor allies.
"And yet the Starks hired an assassin," Dany rebutted "or this Sansa Stark killed Joffrey Baratheon with poison".
Or so it seemed. The true killer was someone else.
"I met Sansa Stark I don't think she would be capable of such a thing" stated Ser Barristand Selmy "More likely she was used by the real killer as a scapegoat. I can think of several people in court who would want Joffrey dead".
A messenger entered the room and handed over a scroll to Dany who read from it.
"Tywin Lannister has been killed by his own son Tyrion Lannister," she told everyone "this means that Queen-Mother Cersei has become the new head of House Lannister. Since Tommen Baratheon, is a mere boy that makes her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in all but name".
Hopefully not for long as Gothic should have hired a Faceless Man to give that evil bitch their gift. As important as that was she wished that she'd not sent the Dragonborn away, her own fear of magic, a justifiable fear given her past, had a played a role in that, but now that Gothic was gone Dany was finding it harder and harder to control her dragons. They always kept their place with him around. She wondered if they had seen him as some distant and stern father figure.
"Now seems like a good time to strike," said Ser Jorah "The Lannisters were feared because of Lord Tywin more than any other reason and with him dead, and a boy on the throne, they are vulnerable".
The others had words to say.
"My dragons aren't yet fully grown and we still don't have enough ships to transport the army," said Her Grace.
Shipbuilding was not an easy or cheap process.
"We could acquire more ships in Baarvos" stated Ser Barristan "As we discussed before. We have the wealth of the Masters".
A former slave who had been invited onto this council spoke for his people.
"If the Unsullied and Mother of Dragons leave the Masters will retake this city and enslave us again" he warned.
That did concern Dany. The liberation of Slavers Bay had gone better than she'd hoped, and by staying in Yunkai to train a militia the Masters had been kept out of power there, but it could easily slip back into tyranny if she left. As it was she might need to reconquer Astaphor as it had fallen under the rule of a self-titled king, but since he'd not brought slavery back she was loathed to attack him as it might lead to the slave masters taking his place.
"If we stay it means more time to train the army," said Ser Jorah "and I'm not too proud to admit that having Ser Gothic with us would be... useful".
As his expected his absence had been noted and felt. He'd left some of his alchemists behind, but they were limited in what they could do, although they did help, and without the Dragonborn's magic that meant Dany would have to risk sending her dragons into battle should Meereen come under attack.
"Let us hope that he returns soon," said the Breaker of Chains, before getting back to the matter at hand "For now we will bide our time and keep building our forces".
The expected rebel movement wasn't as bad as Dany had been warned, but it was still best to keep her Unsullied patrolling the streets. Grey Worm would see to that.
"We will convene again tomorrow," said the Queen of Meereen.
Everyone left and Dany got to spend a little time alone. A rare thing these days.
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Wilderness. Westeros.
Arya Stark was fast, and faster now with the magical items I'd been able to buy for her, but I could slow time itself with the right Shout and I did just that as soon as I saw the dogs, leaving the adorable assassin behind. For me, it seemed as if everyone was almost frozen in place, and even my own movements were slowed, but I had more than speed to reach the dogs and begin to slaughter the dangerous animals before they could lay one paw on Sansa Stark.
Normally I didn't cut down simple beasts, they were after all only creatures and acting upon another's command, but my sword, a fine steel longsword meant to look as if belonged in this world, took down the hunting hounds, slashing into their fur before I turned the weapon on Ramsay Bolton and his men. But before that, I batted an arrow with flat of my sword as it moved through the air, a shot from the young Bolton meant to cripple Sansa Stark I suspected so that his dogs could finish her off.
The bastard, both literally and in the more figurative meaning of the word, was leading his men in this hunt, and I saw that the git had a very happy smile on his face and a mad gleam in his eyes. He never saw me coming and as I drove my sword into his chest I did wonder if he'd already killed his father, something that would make retaking the north for the Starks much easier, or if soon we'd be dealing Lord Bolton, a man who was more likely to use Rikkan Stark as bartering tool rather than just kill him to spite Jon Snow like Ramsay would have.
Oddly all the Bolton guards were on foot rather than horseback. Perhaps they'd worried that by the time the horses were saddled that the dogs would lose the scent due to the fresh snowfall. Not that it mattered as on horseback or not they would have all fallen before my blade.
The Shout ran out before I'd killed the rest of the soilders, not that it made a difference, as when time returned to normal I'd just driven my sword into a part of the body not well protected by the armour of the last archer, and even now my Blades were moving to secure Sansa Stark so the remaining men would not be able to reach her and they couldn't kill her from a distance due only having swords.
I soon faced the two remaining swordsmen who upon seeing a man just appear as all their peers and their leader dropped to the ground with mortal wounds for what seemed to be no reason, decided to do the smart thing and run away. Clearly they'd been born with some sense in their heads. Others might think them cowardly, and they were, but I let them go as their submission to my prowess appeased the dragon part of me.
When I returned to my Blades, who were somewhat used to me using my powers, I found Arya embracing her sister, as expected, and a very worried-looking Brienne of Tarth, along with her squire, riding over to us. Without me they would have arrived just in time to see the girl she was supposed to protect, get torn apart by savage dogs. Theon Greyjoy didn't seem to be here, perhaps they'd gotten separated or he'd stayed behind to cover the escape. I didn't care enough to find out and he was a bad penny, if still alive he'd turn up again later.
"We need to get moving," I said, "We're making for Castle Black".
Events were in motion, and if I helped the Starks retake The North I'd have more allies, and be in a good position to broker an alliance between Dany and the Starks, which would strengthen my position in this world, and make it easier to ensure that there was a sizeable force for when it came time to fight the Night's King. But right now we needed to get going as the Bolton's still had a whole army they could send after us.
"Hold on, who are you?" Brienne of Tarth demanded to know.
While I understood her desire to find out who was doing her job for her, this was no time for any sort of discussion.
"Why don't we talk about that when we don't have the Bolton's coming after us," I said, "I know it looks like I could take them all on, but I can't".
I'd used two powerful Shouts close together and while I was the most powerful Dragonborn ever, Shouts came from the soul and I'd seen enough fiction to know what draining or damaging your soul in any way, wasn't a good idea. Sure I had more than one, or a single very powerful soul made up of all the others, but that was no reason to take risks when I didn't have to.
Freezing time like had been a drain. It might have been better to use Dragon Aspect as when Dragon Aspect is active (with all three words of power) the Dragonborn is enveloped in an ethereal set of dragon armour for a short time, along with a huge bonus to power attacks, a massive armour rating increase, increased fire resistance and frost resistance, more powerful shouts and a decrease in shout recharge time. With every word of power obtained, these effects rise greatly. Each word of power also adds more to the visual appearance of the abstract dragon armour.
It also might have also been wiser to use that Shout when taking Meereen and facing their Champion before opening the magical door into the city, but it's easy to see such things in hindsight, but when you're actually the one fighting the battles you don't have the luxury of being a passive observer who can pick out faults at their leisure.
"We can talk all we want after we find Jon," said Arya.
With that we got moving, we were going further north, to The Wall.
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Castle Black. The Wall.
With her auburn hair, high cheekbones, vivid blue eyes and smile, Sansa Stark was considered by many to be a beautiful northern lady, soft-spoken and well versed in womanly arts such as sowing, singing and dancing, and her view she'd inherited her great beauty from her mother's family, The Tully's of Riverrun. So it was no surprise that many men here at Castle Black looked at her more than they did the other women around, those in the Sell Sword company and Brienne of Tarth.
If not for the fact that the men on The Wall seemed to have been rather worn down by recent events, she would have feared another rape even with Jon Snow playing the role of the protective older brother. Not that this was going to stop Sansa Stark from having sex, it was just going to be on her terms and with the one man here who had earned it. He'd used powers that must have come from the gods themselves to answer her prayers and to save her from the Bolton bastard. Such a man should be rewarded.
Sansa might not be the naive child she'd been before going to Kings Landing, but there was still part of her that loved the stories of brave knights who saved helpless maidens, and something close to those stories had happened rather recently when the warrior called Gothic had slain her unloved husband and those who'd hunted her alongside him. She would have liked to have killed Ramsay herself, but she wasn't going to be ungrateful. In fact, she was very thankful and she was about to show it.
Moving with light footedness that would have impressed her little sister Sansa Stark made her way to the room that Gothic was sleeping in, and entered that chamber, the warrior was alone and while he was waking up due to having heard the heavy door open he didn't get out of bed when she saw who had just entered his room. This gave Sansa plenty of time to leaned in and kiss Gothic on the lips.
"Lady Stark. What are you doing?" he asked in a hushed tone.
As if he didn't already know. A man like the Dragonborn, she'd heard one of his men call him that, must be a man of the world who'd bedded other maidens he'd saved.
"Don't you like me, my lord?" Sansa asked somewhat innocently
He didn't refuse her he'd just been surprised that she'd made such an aggressive move. She was surprising herself as well, but she needed this, she wanted to have sex with this man because it was what she wanted not because she was forced to, and there was something about him that made him think that this Gothic really was like a hero out of the stories. Aside from that, she wanted to know if sex could be enjoyable or if all men were no different than her thankfully late husband.
There was another reason for her to this. She'd started thinking about her future, about how she never wanted to be used as she had in past. Lacking the power to protect herself she knew that she must obtain powerful allies so as to have a chance to defeat her enemies. The Dragonborn could be such an ally, but she had gold or lands to use to win him over, at least not yet.
Cersei might have been only a little kinder than her son towards the eldest daughter of Eddard Stark, but she had tried to each her hostage a few things and had been more successful than she could have imagined. Sansa understood that what was between her legs if used correctly, could be used as a tool to get what she wanted. That never would have worked on Ramsay, he was a rapist, but other men were inclined to treat women more kindly, if only because they thought them to be so weak.
Sansa enthusiastically leapt into the man's strong arms and began kissing him with great intensity. He soon returned the kisses while wrapping his arms around Sansa's slim waist. While she was here for own reasons, she wanted to enjoy this and for Gothic to enjoy her.
"Take me" she requested "As a man should".
Sansa felt the Dragonborn crawl on top of her and then lean in to kiss her once more. She returned the kiss and soon it turned very heated. Then she felt this warrior unbutton the top part of her nightgown so that in the dim light he could see her breasts. They weren't that impressive to look at she knew, and she shivered as the cold air hit her skin, but that was the only reason she'd become a bit shaken.
She then felt a pair of warm hand touch her skin, they were rough, but that was okay, a hero's hand should be from the battles he'd fought against monsters and outlaws. The strong hands touched and stroked her with an attempt at gentleness. Soon they made their way to her petite breasts. The hands cupped and tweaked her nipples causing them to stiffen. A gasp escaped her lips as Sansa felt pain due to Gothic having a little too much fun with her poor nipples, yet she began to feel herself become more and more aroused.
Gothic smiled as he bent down and gently bit Sansa's neck. Sansa tilted her head so as to allow him easier access and she was glad that she'd chosen him to let him show her how a real man bedded a lady. He was causing her some pain, but she didn't mind, it actually made this more intense for her. He really knew what he was doing.
Soon that mouth of his was travelled down and he spent what seemed like both a long time and not long enough kissing and licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples. She'd heard a lot about how men enjoyed fucking women with no care for their pleasure, but so far this encounter seemed to be favouring her.
The warrior's hands moved down and he did his best to lift up above her knees the rather heavy nightgown. The Night's Watch did not have clothes for women, and this was the best they'd been able to provide her with. At least it was clean and the Black Brothers had given their guests the warmest rooms they had in this drafty old castle. Clearly, they weren't all poachers and cutthroats. Some seemed to be kind.
Sansa had to help raise her hips so that the nightgown could be lifted up enough for her womanhood to be exposed. Something that made her blush, but Gothic didn't notice as he was looking at part of her that few had seen. He even went in for a closer look, kissing her in her most private of places for a few moments.
The Lady of Winterfell moaned even louder at this action, though she tried to hold back a bit since her half-brother was sleeping nearby. He would not react well to finding his sister, even if she was his least favourite sibling, in bed with a man she barely knew, or any man at all really, not that even Jon would be a match for the Dragonborn, but she'd rather not have to see them come to blows.
"Are you ready?" her saviour asked.
Sansa nodded as she moved to spread her legs wide.
"Please Gothic, take me" she requested, sounding as dignified as it was possible to be at a time like this.
Before long the tip of his erect manhood was at the entrance to her wet sex.
"This is going to hurt" Gothic warned.
Sansa took a pillow and covered her face while thanking the gods that at least this man seemed to care that she was about to feel pain.
"I am ready Ser Gothic," she said.
She didn't know if the man was a knight, and if he wasn't he should be as he'd done what lesser men couldn't. He'd protected her from harm. Not all harm as it hurt when he entered her, but it wasn't so bad and she had time to get used to the feeling. After a while, it even started to feel good as she slowly put more of himself inside her. Now, this was a man who knew how a woman should be taken when in bed together.
"More Ser Gothic. I want more. Give me more," Sansa begged, no longer caring that she was acting unladylike.
The Dragonborn obliged and began thrusting faster and harder though not hard or fast enough to cause her much in the way pain. After all, this was her first time, at least consensually, he seemed to somehow know that. Had he known that when he'd slain Ramsay? If so Sansa was even more grateful than before.
"Oh, Gothic this feels so good, better than I dreamed" Sansa admitted to him "You're so much better than other men".
She did not mean that quite how it must have sounded, as it wasn't as if she had much to compare this too, but it wasn't exactly a lie. Not that the eldest Stark daughter could explain this as it turned out that the Dragonborn really knew what he was doing when it came to what men and women got up behind closed doors. Soon the sensations were too much for Sansa and she came. Her warm wet sex clenched around the warrior's cock and he reacted well to this.
For a while, the rest of the world went away and it was all the lady could do to hold on to the warrior as best she could as he fucked her harder and faster than before. He'd brought her to a climax and now he sought his own, and she wanted it as well.
"Sansa, I'm about to cum" he warned her.
She didn't care if he spilling his seed into her and got her with child, although she would worry about it later, if only a little, and when he was done, Sansa smiled, put her nightgown back on and left. It wouldn't do for her to be found in the Dragonborn's bed-chamber.
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Castle Black. The Wall.
Even for a man who'd flown on the back of a dragon, and a proper magical dragon at that, not Dany's beasts, the view from the top of the Wall had been impressive, but I had more important things to do than look at some nice views. I had warriors to train and while what was left of the Night's Watch were willing to train with my Blades I had to see to Arya's training personally, and this was good because she was miffed at me.
"Is this about your sister?" I asked as I blocked her attempt to turn me into a kebab with her Needle "Because she came on to me".
At the time I'd thought about it much, and while it might seem odd that a young woman who'd been raped would jump into bed with a man, it did make some sense that she'd do so as some way of reclaiming her sexuality as it had very much been on her terms, and I'd killed her rapist husband, that must have earned me some major thanks. An odd thing to reward a man for doing, but these were strange times.
I'd been gentle with Sansa, more so that I would be with another woman, taking the time to make her feel good, because of what she'd been through thanks to other men. The Lady of Winterfell was a bit boring, I might give her another go, but I doubted there would be a third time.
"Do you like her more than me?" Arya asked.
I didn't have time to think about my answer as the young warrior went on the offensive. I was wearing decent armour, but it was not my dragon-plate, and I didn't know how tough I was since I didn't let people harm if me I could avoid it, so it seemed wise not to let her stick me with the pointy end.
"Zun Haal Viik" (Weapon. Hand. Defeat)
Needle left Arya's hand and ended up embedded in a wooden door on the other side of the training yard, and even with people watching I didn't care if I'd just given them a taste of my power. I was mostly too shocked to care, that Shout had never been so effective until today. My power seemed to still be growing.
"I chose you as my student," I said to Arya Stark "I armed and armoured you with the best weapons I can provide. I'm teaching you magic. If that doesn't clue you in to which sister I favour then I don't know what will".
She took a moment to let that sink in.
"You never asked me to come to bed with you," Arya said, not bothering to whisper.
Since the age of consent in this land for a girl was as soon the time they could start work as a baby factory I could understand why Arya, who must have been having her moon's blood as they called it here for some time, would think I'd want her for that, but in my view, while she was growing up fast she was still looked like a kid. In terms of experience, she was no child and hadn't been for some time, but her body didn't arouse me.
"I like my women a bit more matured," I told her "You need a bit longer to get there".
Give the rate that events were passing by it wouldn't be that long, she seemed to still be growing both physically, emotionally and in skill, she was becoming the woman she would need to be.
"I'll be better than Sansa, you'll see" she promised, "At everything".
We might have discussed this more, but we both got invited to some sort of war council. Hopefully, Jon Snow hadn't found out about his sister's interest in my cock. I'd hate to try bringing him back to life after killing him as I wasn't sure I could do that despite knowing the right Shouts to raise a dragon and an idea of how they could be altered to return a human to the land of the living.
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Castle Black. The Wall.
For a while now Ser Davos Seaworthy, if that his name, had been discussing with Jon Snow and Sansa Stark about which Houses supported the Starks or the Boltons, some of the bigger Houses here in the North were with the Bolton's because of how Robb Stark had killed some lord during the War of the Five Kings.
Worthy of note was that some guy called Blackfish had retaken Riverrun from the Freys, who'd been given dominion over the Riverlands by the Lannisters in thanks for murdering a bunch of people at a wedding he was hosting. Normally that was the sort of thing that got you hanged, but the Lannisters only executed murderers who weren't useful to them.
While others argued over maps I was thinking on a bigger scale. Why only recruit from local lords when I could travel over vast distances with my powers?
"My Queen has thousands of warriors at her command," I said, "Over in Meereen".
Jon Snow saw the obvious problem with that would normally be a concern.
"By the time an army from the Free Cities gets here the dead will be knocking down The Wall," he told me "We need to unify The North before the White Walkers make it this far south".
He had a fair point, he just didn't know what I could do.
"Distance isn't a concern I can bring an army here within days, maybe a week or two" I assured everyone.
A few thousand former slaves were part of Dany's army these days, if she'd spare me a thousand Unsullied to go with them then combined with the Wildings and any Northerners willing to fight, then we could give the Bolton's a proper fight and I'd have a nice Shout to help tip the odds in our favour.
"He can make magic doors to far off places" Arya let everyone know "I've seen him do it, he brought me back to the North and across the Narrow Sea without a ship, and he can move so fast he's a blur".
Actually I'd slowed down the passage of time, but from Arya's point of view, it would have seemed that I'd moved super fast.
"Here I'll show you a little of what I can do," I said.
Making a harmless magical light appear and float above our heads was a safe way to prove magic was a thing.
"Gods be good, I've had enough of blood magic, shadow magic and fire magic" stated the Onion Knight.
Given the whole shadow-baby event and the burning of that little girl he was so fond of, I could understand his concerns.
"I don't use that kind of magic" I assured him "and given that there is an army of the dead coming this way with White Walkers in command of them, and they can do ice and death magic, maybe having your own mage, one who is very good at battling monsters, with you would be a good idea".
Jon Snow sighed.
"We can't afford to turn away any allies," he said, "But I won't tolerate any people getting burned alive and if you start talking about visions in the flames you can fuck right off".
I had enough visions when I was sleeping.
"On the subject of visions I should go and check on your little brother soon," I said to the room "Bran's training should be progressing nicely".
That got the attention of everyone who used to live in Winterfell.
"Did I not mention this sooner?" I asked.
I must have mentioned this to Arya.
"You told me he was North of the Wall," said the youngest Stark daughter.
Oh good, I had informed of this. It was hard to keep track of who knew what. All these plots, both in terms of story and the political bickering, could be a pain in the ass.
"Yes and I don't know where exactly but I'm sure that I can find him" I let everyone know "He's still in training so he can't come back yet, I just want to go check on him. If you write to him some messages I'll deliver them for you".
Naturally, Sansa wanted her brother brought here at once and Arya wanted to rush to go see him. Jon was more self-controlled.
"That's not up to me" I let them know "He's with the Children of the Forest and the Greenseer, they are working towards their own goals".
Stannis's former right-hand man had nothing to say because had little idea of what I was talking about. That massive warrior woman who'd sworn to serve the Stark women just looked at me as if I was mad.
"He's the rightful Lord of Winterfell" Sansa insisted.
I didn't think that the rulers of the North were going to follow a cripple into battle to retake Winterfell, but I didn't say that as it would really insensitive.
"All I can do is ask him to return" I offered, before getting back to the matter at hand "and you three have your hands full. I will be able to get you more soilders, but you need to go and rally some support. The North needs to be united for what is to come.
That task wasn't for me. I had some ideas of how I could help to defeat the armies of the dead, and with access to the multiverse, at least in theory, I should be able to get access to some good weapons. Some flame throwers would be good to start off with, or maybe I could go nuclear. I don't care if the White Walkers need killing with dragonglass or dragonsteel normally, they wouldn't survive a nuclear device going off in their faces. Not that I knew how to safely set off such a weapon, but it was best to think big when it came to defeating armies of the dead.
Perhaps I should seek out a powerful hero to assist us, one who wasn't a hero only in the loosest sense of the word such as myself. I was pretty powerful in fantasy worlds like this one and the Elder Scrolls verse, but there heroes out there who could kill me with ease.
"I'll write him a letter," said Jon "I'm not even going to ask how you'll find him".
He didn't like magic much, and I didn't blame him he'd not wanted to come back to life.
"I'll get going soon" I the Starks and friends.
With that, I left them to discuss the Tully army and how to get its support.