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Cade2065

Dany needs her advisers and he was only ever a minor annoyance.

MoreRational

I can write more about such trips if you want them. Any ideas where he should go?

Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT

Part 13

Dragonstone. Westeros.

I span the metal staff and the weight of the tool impressed me because of how little of it there seemed to be. The staff, or large rod, was my attempt at making something akin to a wand, with the help of Gendry. The rod came nearly up to my shoulders when held at my side and it was made from Valyrian Steel that was hollow enough for me to have filled it with the dragon heartstring that I'd purchased while visiting the Wizarding World

The staff, rod, sceptre, whatever you might want to call it, was topped with a carved piece of Heart Stone which are said to be pieces of Red Mountain that scattered across Nirn when it erupted in the early Fourth Era. I'd gotten that from the Daedric Merchant and it had not been cheap.

This staff worked just like a wand, only it was much stronger and it would serve me as a weapon as well since Valyrian steel was very sturdy stuff. I could see why the wizard and witches of Harry Potter's world used wands, they weren't expensive, at least when compared to what it had cost me to make my staff, they fitted inside a coat and were easy to carry due to not weighing very much, but against the Walkers and their army of the dead, I was going to need something that couldn't just be snapped in half.

"Great work, Gendry," I praised "This is exactly what I wanted".

The young blacksmith was already preparing his forge for his next job. The work of refurbishing the castle and the other buildings here on the island didn't require much of his aid, however, since I had soilders here on the island that needed their weapons repaired and maintained so King Robert's son was kept busy.

"I've been learning a lot about forging," he said to me "Not sure I like having your memories of schooling in my head, but it beats having to go lessons, and these dwarves friends of yours know a lot".

It would be nice if Gendry could learn about magical forging as I could only get so much blood for the making of Valyrian Steel weapons, and while I could buy ingots of rare metals from the Dremora Merchant that creature only had limited supplies. As for me, I needed to be able to invest my money in other things so it would also be good if Gendry could make superior weapons without my involvement.

"Thanks," I said to smith as I headed back to my office "Keep up the good work".

It was only a matter of time before Miss Stormborn arrived so I had to finish preparing the island and making sure that we had enough supplies for the army.

"You're welcome milord" Gendry replied as I walked away.

Aside from preparations I had a lesson this afternoon as I needed to start teaching more people how to brew healing potions and a few people around here wanted to learn some magic. Then there was the training of more troops. So I had plenty to keep me busy.

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Dragonstone. Westeros.

While he'd come from a noble and wealthy family Maester Rufus had never been someone thought of as an important man. His time at the Citadel had been spent doing work others deemed too demeaning for themselves and so had foisted it on to him. Yet despite this lack of respect, Rufus had achieved the rank of Maester many years ago. Only he'd not be sent to a castle, rather he'd remained at the Citadel, spending his years carefully copying old books so that the knowledge within in them was never lost.

Things had changed for Rufas in recent weeks, his thirst for knowledge had drawn the attention of Hermaeus Mora a deity of some kind who had shown Rufas that magic was not only real but could also be a force for him to command. Rufus had agreed to serve his new lord in exchange for power and now he was on a special mission for the Prince who had manifested before Maester Rufas when the man had been alone while reading in his cell.

He was to kill someone called the Dragonborn, who according to those that Maester Rufas had been able to question, was also known as Lord Gothic, a warrior in the service of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the woman who had brought dragons back into the world. Rufus knew that the old archmaesters would prefer it if dragons had never returned, but the cowards would not take any direct action. They'd bid their time and undermine Daenerys Stormborn over a period of years by doing to her dragons what they had done those that had died out many years ago.

The Maesters, for the most part, focused on scientific knowledge and felt disdain towards any belief in magic, and those who claimed to use it, such as the Alchemists' Guild, whose numbers, power, and abilities have waned over the centuries as the dragons had withered away into nothingness, at least until recent years.

Rufus was not content to waste any more of his life merely plotting, it was time to act, and very soon his plan would be complete. He'd schemed with his lord and master to destroy the Dragonborn, and not because had magic, but because Prince Hermaeus Mora wished it. Rufus would be greatly rewarded for his service with a great deal of knowledge and much magical power.

While Hermaeus Mora wished to reclaim the Dragonborn the Maester didn't think his magic or his knowledge of medicines would allow me to secure Lord Gothic long enough for him to perform the ritual that would summon Hermaeus Mora, not in a crowed castle. Besides if his lord and master had an interest in this Dragonborn it would be best to kill the warrior so that his god's attention was diverted elsewhere. Rufus had no idea that his master had many servants in this realm and in others.

"Maester, welcome to Dragonstone" greeted one of the people who now called the island home "I'll take you to his lordship before you settle in".

Rufus left his luggage behind for others to deal with, all he needed were two vials of poison, one that would be fatal to any man who drank it, in fact, there was enough in the small vial to make an entire barrel of wine lethal to anyone who took a cup of wine from it, and another that would simulate near-death enough that when its effects wore off Rufus would awaken and be able to claim that someone must have poisoned the wine they'd both drunk and that Maester had only narrowly avoided dying due to only sipping a little of the wine.

Not a foolproof plan by any means, but it was the best chance Rufus would have to carry out his mission and to receive his reward, a special book that would grant the Maester both knowledge and much power. Besides few would question a Maester on matters such as the cause of a death.

"Yes I must see your lord at once," he said.

Rufus would soon either complete his mission and become the man he was meant to be, or he'd be dead, either way, it would better than copying out old books.

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Dragonstone. Westeros.

I'd been told by one of the very hard-working dwarves, that I'd been able to convince to come here and do some fixing up for me, that they had been the ones who actually built the castle called Hogwarts, with the Founders having just founded the school and done the spell work.

Not that it mattered to me as what I cared about was having the best castle in this world, and it looked as if I would soon have it as the dwarves were able to do far more than instal showers and flushing toilets that would never need repairing or cleaning as they somehow vanished all the waste products while supplying nearly endless amounts of water that was gathered in a special water tank.

This was all very expensive, but the dwarves loved metalwork of all kinds so I'd given them some Skyrim weapons made of metals that they would have never seen before as such they were happy to go beyond what we'd agreed as long as I could keep supplying them with the raw materials they needed and this meant travelling to a few other places in order to acquire what they needed for their work.

That the dwarves had been able to supply me with a number of cannons came a surprise, but perhaps it shouldn't have as a cannon was used at the start of each of the three tasks during the 1994 - 1995 Triwizard Tournament. Hogwarts Caretaker Argus Filch fired it, signalling the contestants to proceed to the task and it must have come from somewhere. Dwarves across the multiverse were famed as smiths and warriors so they were not only able to set up these magical weapons but even teach others to use them.

If one of those Greyjoy fuckers brought a fleet near my island home they find themselves trying to raid a fortress that was formidable before it was magically reinforced and their ships would be sunk. The Smallfolk would be a lot more vulnerable as the Iron Born likes to carry off women so they could rape them, but I would do my best to defend them since they were now my subjects. A pirate stole from a dragon at their own peril.

Not everything went smoothly around here, the dwarves were used to scorn, but I didn't tolerate the hostility from the Smallfolk living here on my island so I simply ejected those who didn't make an effort to get along with the workers I'd hired. There would be others who would want to live on my island once word got around of all the wonders here as it wasn't just the castle I'd had improved and so in time I would have more subject that I would know what to do with.

The homes on the island had been torn down one at a time and replaced with much more impressive structures that had running water, both and cold, a form of central heating, this was very important given that it was winter here, and proper windows rather just holes in the walls that could be covered with shutters. The height of luxury compared to how many in this world lived, but still there had been a few idiots who couldn't keep their racism to themselves.

Plus, it didn't help that I had women in positions of authority here. A few fishermen had objected to having Lydia in charge of the island while I was gone, but she'd smacked them down and if that seemed to have settled the matter, although I did worry that the next time I was gone the idiots might try something because they thought it might somehow erase their past shame. Not that I worried much as Lydia knew how to take care of herself.

I was writing down some ideas for projects for the future that the dwarves could help me with, such as giving King's Landing a proper sewage system when there was a knock at my door so I went and opened the door.

"My lord, you should know that a Maester of the Citadel has arrived" one of the castle's servants let me know.

I didn't remember ordering one of those.

"Show him in," I said.

As expected the Maester was an old white man in a robe with a chain around his neck.

"Greetings Lord Gothic," said the scholar "I am Maester Rufus".

The man gave me a short bow.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

Rather than answer me verbally the old man pulled a scroll out of the folds of his robe. I opened up and read its contents. It told me that Maester Rufus had been appointed as the Maester for Dragonstone. The Citadel seemed to have the power to this, must be one of those old traditions they had around here like how the Night's Watch didn't answer to anyone about how they ran their own business.

Almost every castle and noble family in Westeros, no matter how small, has a maester on hand to teach the lord's children, give him counsel, and to handle the educational needs of the children of noble families. The lords of the Seven Kingdoms are also reliant on their ability to send long-distance communique using trained messenger ravens, which they are responsible for tending in a castle's rookery. Maesters also serve as the resident medical expert at a castle, responsible for everything from setting broken bones, assisting childbirth, and knowledge of medicinal herbs and potions to aid fevers and internal illnesses. In addition, maesters also observe changes in the weather to watch for shifting of the seasons.

Maesters are expected to eschew their familial background and political allegiances. They drop their family name when they join the order. They are assigned to serve at castles and holdfasts throughout the Seven Kingdoms and are bound by their vows to serve whoever holds the castle in which they reside, regardless of changes in lordship. It is not considered a breach of their vows if a maester advises the current lord of their castle in military matters to defeat their enemies, but if their lord is defeated by his enemies and possession of the castle officially changes hands, the maester is expected to serve his new lord. Maester Luwin, for example, was sworn to serve the Lord of Winterfell, so advised both Bran Stark and Theon Greyjoy.

While I had no real use for a Maester I saw no reason to upset the Citadel, and he might come in useful in the future as someone who could deal with minor issues while I was gone.

"A toast to my appointment," said Rufus as he handed me a glass of wine.

There was something about this man that I didn't like, but I'd barely spoken to him and first impressions weren't always that trustworthy so I decided to give the old bloke a chance.

"Welcome to Dragonstone" I toasted as I took a drink of wine.

The Maester smiled and I did not like the look of that smile, and when I started to feel sick I began to understand Rufus looked so smug, he'd just poisoned me the old goat fucker. The robed man was saying something, gloating, only I didn't hear any of that I was too busy trying to focus on a spell. I couldn't deal with the poison directly, that was not a spell I'd ever learned, but I could keep healing the damage the poison was doing to my body until it effect wore off, and it would do so quickly given my superhuman abilities. This I started doing, channelling the mana, using my vast powers to keep myself alive and when I stood up the Maester began to panic.

"FUS!"

I also used some of my powers to Shout at the Maester as he ran, knocking him down a flight of stairs, something that killed the man so I would never be able to question him to find out why he'd tried to murder me. Well, I could try bringing him back to life as a zombie, but that sort of really freaked me out and I'd rather not do it with witnesses around.

"He tried to kill me!" I told Lydia when she came rushing to my office.

Of course, she believed me.

"I'll have the body burned," she said.

While it seemed unlikely that the White Walkers could raise a corpse so far away from the Wall, but that was no reason to take any chances.

"If any of other of his kind turn up just send them away" I commanded.

This might be part of that Maester hate magic conspiracy that I had suddenly recalled was some sort of fan theory, back when I'd time to read about such things on the net, but that didn't mean all the Maesters were guilty and even if they were I couldn't just go to Old Town and kill them all. Well maybe I could, but I doubted that this was part of a conspiracy that they were involved, so maybe I should have the leadership killed. I could hire assassins to take of that for me. That would mean crossing the Narrow Sea, but it would be worth it.

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Dragonstone. Westeros.

There was a knocking on his chamber and it took the Dragonborn a moment to clear his head of the dream he had been having. It was not one of those dreams of importance that offered some hint of the future, or a vision sent by the Three-Eyed Raven that showed him some event of importance, it was just a dream, he'd led an interesting life and that made for interesting dreams.

He smothered a yawn with this back of his hand and glared at the door, annoyed at the source of the insistent knocking. Since it didn't stop he was forced to get up and put on a pair breeches before went to the door. While the castle seemed peaceful enough the Dragonborn knew that no one would bother him unless it was important. He was too well respected and feared for anyone to be pranking him.

When he opened the door it was Meera Reed who stood there, she was dressed in loose clothing that was suitable for sleeping in, and the young woman looked rather worried about something.

"Can I come in?" she asked, eyes darting around to see if anyone had spotted her "it's important."

With a sigh, the Dragonborn let her in and stood watching her as she entered the room her arms crossed. He was still partly asleep and he longed to return to bed. He didn't often sleep alone, not when he had so many females desiring him, but this night his bed was empty of anyone other than himself.

"What's so important that you had to disturb my sleep?" the Lord of Dragonstone wished to know.

Suddenly Meera removed her clothing and bared her naked body to him. Her breasts were small, but her body was lithe with toned muscle that Gothic found mildly attractive.

"I know what it is men want," she said, "I don't want you to marry so I'm here to offer myself, to do what you want to do".

Now the Dragonborn knew what this was all about. A raven had been sent here with an offer of marriage from Sansa Stark, and understandably the women in Gothic's life didn't want the dragon slayer to marry a woman that none of them liked. If they had to share then it would only be with each other as at least Meera, Arya, Aela, and Lydia all got along.

To the shock of no one at all, Arya had protested the most, not wanting her sister to take Gothic away from her. As for Aela, she'd not been happy to hear about this but had wanted to leave it up the Dragonborn to make us his own mind, and the Housecarl Lydia didn't think it was her place to get involved unless her Thane needed her advice.

Meera had decided to take more direct action, she'd lost a lot in her short life, her brother was dead and her friend Bran had been turning into something else day by day as she sat in the Three-Eyed Raven's cave and did nothing. She wasn't going to lose her new life, one full of new experiences and adventures, because the Lady of Winterfell wanted a powerful husband.

As for the Dragonborn, his manhood hardened at the sight of Meera's nudity and sleep suddenly seemed to be far less important than it had been mere moments.

"I'm not going to marry Sansa Stark" he promised, "I don't want to marry anyone".

She reached out and pulled him into a kiss, her tongue slipping through his lips and exploring his mouth before drawing back.

"I do not want to become your wife," she reassured her lover "But I do want to be in your bed".

After putting one of his powerful arms around her the Dragonborn forced Meera closer to him. The Lady of House Reed was used to the Dragonborn size, he was an impressive man even out of his armour, and there was something about him that made him seem larger, it was as if his power demanded more room than his body need. It made Meera feel very small when she was in his arms. She liked this feeling.

Gothic let his hands roam over her body, touching her all over, slapping her butt, roughly kneading the flesh of her small breasts, painfully twisting her nipples, and rubbing her sex with his strong hands. Meera felt glad that the Lord of Dragonstone had given her the means to heal herself or she would be rather sore for a while after this.

Without warning, he pushed the Northan woman onto the bed and wasted no time in taking off what clothing he had on. Once he was on the bed with her Meera sat up and waited for him to sit down so that she could get to pleasing Lord Gothic in a way she knew most men enjoyed, and it wasn't in a way many noble ladies would consider doing.

She was inexperienced but eager and when he placed his hands on her head to guide her movements he could feel her make a sort of squealing noise around his cock. She was not hurt, just surprised and quickly got back to work, wanting to show the Dragonborn that he would happier if he kept things the way they were.

He savoured the feeling for a time, but then drew away and positioned himself between her legs as he now wanted to fuck her wet pussy. He placed one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip before he entered her, and Meera called out his name as he did.

Then he pulled out with punishing slowness until only the tip of his manhood was inside her and then, with a hard grunt, he slammed back into her so roughly that she could feel the air leave her lungs. He was looking at her face as he did this, amusing himself with her faces she made.

When he tried to do it again, however, she was ready for him and slammed her hips back into his own, something that brought a devilish pearl of laughter from him as he continued on at his brutal pace for a period of time that Meera had no way to track, it just seemed as if it would never end. Eventually, he released his seed inside her, groaning as he felt her small and tight body clench around him as the woman held on to him so fiercely that you might think she was worried she'd go flying away. Once he'd gone soft while still inside her and slipped out she got out of bed.

The Dragonborn watched as the woman dressed without so much as a backward glance. She'd come here to please him and if he wanted her to stay he could just tell her to stay, and if he didn't that was fine too, Meera wasn't going anywhere, she enjoyed her new life too much to not do whatever it took to stay at the side of the Dragonborn.

"Please don't marry Sansa Star, Arya might stab you if you do," she said once she was at the door.

Arya's had taken the proposal far more personally than Meera, in her mind Sansa was doing to this to hurt her sister and there could be no other reason and might act to prevent it with violence if needs be.

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Three-Eyed Raven's Cave. Beyond the Wall.

One of the more useful items that I'd picked up from the Wizarding World was some magical handheld mirrors, and each mirror came as part of a pair so I'd gifted a few to my allies while keeping one of each pair in the map room back on Dragonstone so that I could talk to my allies while planning wars and such. I'd given one to the Three-Eyed Raven as while he could send me messages in my dreams or speak to me through the Weirwood trees, those were not dependable ways for two people to communicate with each other.

Lucky for the Greenseer, the last of the Children of the Forest, and Bran Stark I'd gotten their latest message via a magic mirror and I'd made a doorway directly into the cave that was beneath the tree. I'd been invited here and therefore the magical defences of this place allowed it. I kept the doorway open and headed outside knowing that I needed to buy the Three-Eyed Raven some time as he needed to become Bran. I didn't know for sure but I suspected that it wouldn't be Brandon Stark leaving this cave, or maybe they would fuse into one person, I didn't know and even if I did know the truth I wouldn't do anything about.

"Arya, you stay here with Bran and when the times comes to go, get him through the doorway" I ordered.

I couldn't use another Shout while keeping the door open, but I could use my swords and my magic.

"Meera, Aela, follow me" I commanded.

They were archers and I'd made sure to arm them with dragonglass tipped arrows for this battle.

"You might want to through the door I made before we get overrun" I mentioned to the Children of the Forest "No need to let your species die out".

It would simple enough to find them somewhere to stay south of the Wall later on. I could shield it with magic to keep humans away, but that was something to discuss with them later. Right now we had an army of the dead to worry about and their masters. Because the wights could be burned I summoned up a flame atronach, the creature began to throw fireballs, each of which ignited a wight and destroyed an abomination, only the dead stayed in formation, not moving at all even when one of them got set on fire.

"What are they waiting for?" I asked.

As if my words were a challenge the leader of the ice demon necromancers sent his army forward, and many fell to fireballs of the Children of the Forest. The things that became something akin to magical grenades more than fireballs seemed to be spheres that had been made from different kinds of plants that they threw at the enemy after applying another plant they kept on their persons. Perhaps the Children used their magic to greatly enhance a natural chemical reaction as their element was earth rather than fire. Something to ask about, assuming that any of us survived this.

I helped as best I could by taking my new staff out of my pouch of holding and then I began blasting as many wights as I could while making sure to stay behind the fire barrier as I could. At least until the first Walker made it past the barrier. My fire magic was then met with some sort of barrier made of cold that shielded the ice demon necromancers from my magic.

"Get to the door!" I yelled.

A Walker came at me, charging ahead of the others as I swapped weapons and since he had an ice spear he almost got to impale me, only I twisting my body as his spear went past me and lashed out with my sword as such the ice demon necromancer shattered into fragments that were soon lost in the cold wind. This caused the other Walkers to stop their advance and they tried to force the wights to take me down. Thinking that sheer numbers would do the job.

I pulled back inside the cave as my Daedra summons faded away and I began to burn the roots of Weirwood tree, a sad thing to do, and while it did not stop the Walkers from entering the cave, it did keep the wights from overrunning those left in the cave.

"Arya drag you brother out of here!" I yelled, "Someone please help her".

What followed was what I felt sure would be a powerful memory, but I had no time to really process what was going on here as the defenders of the cave kept falling back to the doorway I'd made. This was when I found out why Hodor was Hodor in this timeline as he was left to die so that none of the wights, those not burned by the fires I'd started, didn't make it through the magical door I'd made.

Once everyone other than the Three-Eye Raven was either dead or gone I let the door close so that I could focus all my power on the White Walkers. I spread the fire, knowing that the flames wouldn't bother me much as while I wasn't totally fireproof I was quite resistant to flames and my dragon-plate armour helped with fire resistance. The Walkers were as well due to the barriers of cold they had around them, but the wights were at least keeping back.

"So is the boss going to show himself?" I asked.

I would have spoken more only one of the Walkers stepped forward and he pulled a short curved blade from a scabbard at his side, and it didn't shatter Rhindon, the reforged Brightroar, and when the ice blade shattered under the sheer power of one my blow the Walker soon broke apart as well. The other Walkers all look rather startled and backed away. Apparently none of them felt eager to be the next to die, assuming they counted as living things, and perhaps they hadn't seen clearly what happened to the other Walker I'd killed outside of the cave.

Then several of them began to move as one and I knew that it was time for me to leave.

"FUS RO DAH!" I Shouted.

Before the Walkers could recover from that I used the knowledge I'd obtained from the memories one of the Death Eaters to magical teleport myself away. I couldn't use this method of transport to return to Dragonstone, but I could outside of the cave, to a spot I knew about from when I'd first visited and then Shout myself another doorway before any of the dead found me.