Author Note
Since I had to rewrite this chapter after deleting it I didn't enjoy writing nearly as much. Hopefully, it's still fun to read.
Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 19
Castle Black. The Wall.
All around me people, both dwarves and humans prepared for the great battle that would soon be upon us. The dwarves from the world of Harry Potter were doing their best to magically reinforce the castle's defences even my Blades manned The Wall itself along with the Night's Watch, Wilding Warriors and some of the army of The North, and since we didn't know how much time remained every moment was spent preparing for what was to come.
The dead had amassed near The Wall and so far they'd done nothing, they seemed to be waiting for something to happen. I theorised that the Night King wanted to hold off on attacking to give Dany time to turn up with one or more of her dragons, only that wouldn't be happening as she needed her children close as she cemented her hold on the Seven Kingdoms.
If the Night King knew of another way to bring down The Wall I deduced that sooner or later he'd try to implement his Plan B and while that might take a lot of time, he'd plenty of it. The White Walkers had slept for thousands of years beneath the ice and they'd been preparing to invade the realms of man for years so I understood that they could extremely patient, and they could have a few tricks up their sleeves.
Lucky for the realms of men I had also had a couple of aces up mine, two of them that I kept at my sides, and right now I worked something else that could be of great aid to me in the important battle to come. I was helping to forge a new sword, one I'd already called Lightbringer, and it would be more than a mere tribute to a legend.
The possibly mythical Lightbringer was associated with a great warrior from long ago, most commonly called Azor Ahai, but also Hyrkoon the Hero, Yin Tar, Neferion, and Eldric Shadowchaser in other cultures. It was he who led the virtuous into battle when darkness lay over the known world, possibly the Long Night as recalled by the people of Westerosi.
According to the legend of Azor Ahai, he laboured for thirty days and thirty nights to create a hero's sword. However, when he went to temper it in water, the sword broke. Azor Ahai was not one to give up easily, so he started over. The second time he took fifty days and fifty nights to make the sword, even better than the first. To temper it this time, he captured a lion and drove the sword into its heart, but once more the steel shattered.
The third time, and final time, with a heavy heart, for he knew beforehand what he must do to so as to finally finish the blade, he worked for a hundred days and nights until it was finished. This time, Azor Ahai called for his wife, Nissa Nissa, and asked her to bare her breast. He drove his sword into her breast, her soul combining with the steel of the sword, creating Lightbringer, while her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon. Lightbringer was henceforth always as warm as Nissa Nissa had been, and that blade burned fiery hot during battles.
It has been foretold in books written long ago in the far off land of Asshai, at least according to Melisandre, that when the stars bleed and the cold winds blow, Azor Ahai will be reborn as a warrior who draws the burning sword Lightbringer from a fire. I knew the importance of such symbolism in certain kinds of magic so I would go along with the legend as much as was practical.
This was not the first time Melisandre, the red priestess had tried to create a sword like the first Lightbringer. In the past, she burned Dragonstone's wooden statues of the Seven in a pyre and while doing that she'd proclaimed that Stannis Baratheon was Azor Ahai come again, and she had Stannis withdraw a longsword which had been thrust into the breast of the Mother's statue.
We were doing things a little differently. I was going along with the ancient writings, I'd let Melisandre anoint me, giving me the blessing of her fire god, as he seemed to be real, and once the sword was complete I'd have her bless it as well just in case a bit of her fire god's power could be added to the weapon.
I wasn't really a spiritual person, despite the fact that I was supposed to be the creation of the dragon god of time called Akatosh in some sense, but this was not the sort of day it paid to be a heathen, not when you know that a god of some form existed.
For a while now I'd had an inkling that some higher power had guided to me to this world when I could have ended up anywhere. I'd arrived at a place at just the right time to get in good with Miss Stormborn and the fact that a certain tentacle horror hadn't found me hinted that something might be on might side and it could be a certain fire god. Hopefully, I wouldn't offend any ROB with my current actions as I needed a fire gods blessing right now.
As for my new sword, it was a masterpiece even without the magical spells I'd cast during its forging. The silver-coloured dragon on the pommel had little rubies for eyes, the handle was dragonbone that had been coated in a layer of mithril, samples of both I'd picked up from some other universes. The red gem in the rainguard, the bit where the blade meets the crossguard, that was actually a bit of Heartstone from Solstheim that had been carefully cut by some dwarves. The blade was valyrian steel, nothing new to me. The scabbard was made from dragonhide and some ebony from Skyrim.
While Gendry had not worked on this blade and wouldn't go near the red priestess, and for good reasons, I hadn't needed him since there were dwarven blacksmiths here who'd started working a forge more than a hundred years ago.
"It's ready," I said.
Melisandre called out for her god and placed the sword in the fire that she'd started with her powers and while I was not able to ignore the heat of the flames, unlike a certain monarch I knew rather well, I was resistant to the element so I was able to symbolically and literally pull the sword from the flames without harming myself.
"Behold Lightbringer!" declared Melisandre.
As if that had served as a signal some ranger blew his horn three times, letting us know that the White Walkers, or at least their minions were on their way. I took one last look around, seeing the dragonglass tipped spikes that had been placed beneath The Wall just in case the wights did what they did at Hardhome and dropped down from what should have been a lethal height, in order to reach the ground very quickly. That tactic shouldn't work here given the sheer size of The Wall, as even wights had their limits, but there was no sense taking chances.
Since there was no time to waste, I teleported myself to the top of The Wall, going unnoticed for a few moments as the warriors up here had their attention elsewhere. When I found Jon Snow, who wore the special armour I'd taken from Euron Greyjoy, he was readying his men for battle, giving them a speech that I tuned out as I kept my focus on the army of the dead.
As they marched on The Wall, a few were taken down by flaming arrows, or arrows that had heads of dragonglass, which I'd been shipping to The Wall for some time, and it was a testament to the skill of the warriors here, a group made up of Wildlings, Men of the Night's Watch, Northerns and my Blades, that so many arrows found their mark. Yet despite their losses the dead didn't seem to be any rush, either their masters didn't care for any losses or the magic of The Wall might be slowing them down.
"The cannon is ready!" yelled a dwarf.
There had not been time to set up more such defences, but even a single one of the huge cannons could wreak havoc on the enemy, and when it fired scores of the undead, who were crowded together, ended up scattered across the landscape. Yet it made little difference given the sheer numbers of them.
"They're spreading out!" a ranger loudly informed.
While the Night King didn't mind sacrificing his troops he did still need his army, and there was no one left alive north of The Wall, so the leader of the White Walkers had repositioned his minions so that were spread out at the base of The Wall and such impossible to hit with our cannon, and that was a shame as the second would have soon been ready to go.
As if to make things worse a sudden blizzard appeared, it didn't quite reach this high up, but it did stop us from seeing what the wights were getting up to. Thankfully I had predicted that this would happen and I had a counter move prepared. The Clear Sky Shout.
"Lok Vah Koor!".
It soon became a funny kind of game between myself and the Walkers, every time they send a blizzard I would clear it away until they stopped bothering, and by then we could see that some of the dead were climbing The Wall and thanks to my hand-held telescope, a little something I'd picked up in Diagon Alley, I could see that many of the dead were attacking The Wall as if they planned to bring it down with their weapons acting like tools.
"Even with that many wights it could take months to bring down The Wall," I said.
After I let Jon Snow take a look he became even worried than he had been before. Sure The Wall was massive, but there were a lot of wights down there and they only needed to bring down part of The Wall, depending on how the magic worked.
"Drop the barrels!" ordered The King In The North.
Wooden barrels filled with shards of dragonglass and crude explosives rolled off The Wall to hit the army of the dead below, further thinning out their numbers, but not making much of a difference overall due to their sheer numbers.
"Your Grace there are giants at the gate," a member of the Night's Watch told the king "We won't be able to keep them out".
Before Jon Snow could say anything I promised to handle the situation and when I appeared in the courtyard of Castle Black I saw that the gate used by rangers when they went north had indeed been opened as the dead as some were marching in. They were slow, more like movie zombies that undead killing machines, the magic of The Wall must be affecting them, and many were brought down by dragonglass tipped arrows and the flame spells of my Blades.
When the first undead giants appeared I sent a stream of magical flames at it, only to find the enemy not being defeated so easily. Arrows pelted the massive undead creature, yet still, it was able to hit me so hard that I had to use healing magic before I could stand up again.
Soon I did get up and I got right back into the action, I charged between the giant's legs and lashed out with my new sword in such a way that the giant was forced to its knees due to me cutting on of its ankles. Once that had happened I was able to attack, again and again, to keep going until it finally stopped moving.
The second giant now needed dealing with as it was killing many of Castle Black's brave defenders, those who stood their ground rather than run. The smarter ones, like Arya and Meera, fired arrows, trying to find a weak spot, and had to avoid getting stepped on by the undead monster. Then by dumb luck, an arrow went into the eye socket of the giant and it stumbled to the ground. I didn't know if that was some sort of weak spot or if the giant hadn't only been able to take so much damage, and this wasn't the time to think about such things.
We should have still been overrun regardless. What really made a difference as more of the wights came through the tunnel was the war machine that the dwarves had driven all the way from Winterfell to The Wall, I could only think of it as a massive flamethrower on tank treads, and while that description didn't really do the device justice I wasn't wrong.
The war machine spewed fire down the tunnel destroying any wights who'd made it this far, and while this was impressive, I couldn't help wondering why the dwarves had felt the need to attach bagpipers to the flamethrower tank. It seemed likely that they served some important function, but I just found them amusing.
I understood why there were warriors with dragonglass weapons riding on the war machine, they made sense as they would be needed to stop any undead who got past the flames from damaging the machine, but if there was some aspect of psychological warfare involved then it was wasted on the minions of the Night King.
Not that I dwelled on this now that I knew that the dwarven clans had come through for us as promised with their steampunk magic-tech, or whatever their devices could be called, it was time for me to get back to winning this battle. To that end, I teleported myself back up onto The Wall and met back up the King In The North.
"If this plan is going to work we need to make sure all of the wights are attacking The Wall, and we need to know where the White Walkers are" I reminded Jon Snow "and I have the perfect bait to draw them out".
"Odahviing! Hear my Voice and come forth. I summon you in my time of need!" I called out.
Then once more I used a Shout.
"Od Ah Viing!".
If anything could draw out the enemy it would be a dragon. I knew the Night King could also see the future in some way, however, when it came to visions of things yet to happen, they tend to be fragmented and not give you much in the way of context, so my hope was that due to his desire to make a dragon wight the Night King would expose himself so that we could strike at him directly.
Odahviing soon appeared and as planned he began to burn the dead, something that proved to be very effective as this dragon was not like the dragons currently down in Kings Landing. This dragon had great amounts of magic and his fire it wasn't just fire, like me, Odahviing Shouted and the flames he created spread far and wide, yet still, there I saw no sign of the Night King.
When Odahviing faded away, my summoning having run its course, I knew that we had to go with my other plan, it put Jon and me in a lot more danger than we were in now, but I knew we had to end this war here at The Wall because it had been created for this battle and if the dead got past The Wall we might not be able to stop them.
"Okay Jon we have to hope that this is the whole army," I said.
As planned out hours ago I took the King In The North with me as I teleported to the nearest Wildiing Village, one long since abandoned, and it contained a key element to my plan, a Weirwood tree, much like the one the current Three-Eyed Raven would be sitting by down in Winterfell. As we'd discussed Bran would be using his thousand eyes and one, his ravens to keep track of the Night King for me, giving me the Boss Ice Demon Necromancer's exact position to me.
When I had that I was able to transport Jon and me to the White Walkers, it would have been nice to bring more people with us but to do that a portal would need to be held open, preventing me from using Shouts and the Night King could foresee something like that. Besides only a few of us even had weapons that could harm a White Walker.
What got past his visions as hoped was the sudden appearance of both myself and the King In The North. The Walkers reacted slowly to this, seeming to be unconcerned by our presence, they did not know that doom had come for them in the form of two six-shooter pistols that contained 12 very important bullets. These were the only two guns in the world and my aces up my sleeves.
The guns alone would have been a game-changer against any living foe in this world, but these foes were not living, or if they were then it was not life as I knew it, but I'd known this all along, so I'd prepared some special bullets. 12 bullets made from valyrian steel, forging them meant the Queensguard would need to wait longer for their swords, but that was a small sacrifice to pay to save all of mankind.
Since I only had a dozen bullets it had been important to ensure that all of the wights were out fo the way as while the guns would work on them there were thousands of wights, I'd run out of ammo long before the dead stopped coming, and while there were some wights here, I'd prepared for them as well.
"Yol Toor Shul!"
As hoped the White Walkers who were confident in their victory had not kept a large number of wights with them, committing almost all of their army to the attack on The Wall, and those they'd not sent had charged at me only to get taken out with magical flames. The power animating them could not keep them going once they were touched by fire.
This was now the time to strike, the Night King would never again be as vulnerable as he was at this point. If he somehow survived this he'd keep many of his wights at his side in the future, and sooner or later Dany would come north with her dragons, and then I'd seen what would happen next if events went in that direction.
As one of the Ice Demon Necromancers turned his horse in my direction and reached for a frozen blade I opened fire and he simply shattered, this did far more to spur the others into action that our sudden appearance or my destroying of the wights. There was no time for me to do anything other than keep shooting as the Night King could already have ten thousand wights heading this way.
The White Walkers got their undead horses moving, but it was already too late for them, I opened fire again, causing wight steeds to drop and their riders to fall as I tried to get a clear shot so that I could end this war with a single bullet.
Two more of the White Walkers shattered as they tried to charge me, and I cared not all, it only mattered that either because they wished to or they were forced to by their master's will they all charged at me, forcing me to shoot them until I ran out of ammo and I knew that soon Lightbringer would have its first taste of blood since it's forging, or it would have if the Walker had any blood.
By now I could hear the sound of a thousand terrible things coming to kill us and while I'd made great use of my powers this day I had to test my limits for one more Shout because if I didn't then my plan would fail and I could die here.
"Wuld Nah Kest!"
With great speed, I raced forward and drove Lightbringer into the Night King, and he shattered. Then I turned to see the wight, that must have reached us before the main force, that Jon Snow was about to cut down, simply drop to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Then all army of undead which had been seconds away from tramping us both into a sticky mess, suddenly just stopped and dropped.
"Well that's that then," I said.
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Winterfell. The North.
Sansa Stark sat with her brother, or rather the person her brother had become, as everyone else in the hall feasted and drank. The young Lady of Winterfell couldn't help wondering how much of the castle's winter stores would be lost to the feasting. She expressed this worry to the man in the wheelchair, but he just informed her that the winter would be the shortest there had been since the White Walkers were made.
The northern noblewoman hadn't known at first what to make of that statement, she could only assume that the defeat of the Night King by Lord Gothic, who her brother Jon had insisted was the real hero of the battle, must somehow affect the seasons. She'd once heard Old Nan mention that when the dragon's had been around, the first time in Westeros, the winters had been shorter and milder so it made sense to Sansa that their return would also have an effect on the seasons.
She had more than weather and food stores on her mind. Bran had told her that she must have a son by the Dragonborn and that tonight would be her chance, she wanted a strong son to help keep the North safe in the future so far it looked as if none of her three brothers would be getting married anytime soon. Bran had told her that he couldn't father children and her youngest brother wasn't ready for such things. As for Jon, he seemed to have no time for romance so it would be to her to secure a future for House Stark.
The child would not be born a Stark, but if the Northern Lords accepted a Snow as their king now they could so again with a child who would be given the name Stark sometime soon. Sansa would not marry again, she'd made that clear and times were changing. The Seven Kingdoms were now an empire, the White Walkers were gone, and dragons flew the skies once again so it made a strange sort of sense to have a wizard baby.
"I'll think I will retire," Sansa said to her brother and king.
Jon had been going over every detail of the battle, about how he and Gothic, who Sansa managed to attract the attention of, had just appeared behind the enemy lines, and destroyed the Walkers even as the wights tried to bring down The Wall.
To Sansa, it sounded as if the tale lacked an epic feel to it, the stories such battles took days or weeks, and the heroes faced impossible odds. Of course, Sansa also knew that stories were just stories and she was pleased that her brother and the man who would father her a child, had been clever enough to outsmart the White Walkers and powerful enough to defeat them.
"Lord Gothic," she said, "I would like a word".
She never even noticed Arya following them.
(Lemon Feel Free To Skip)
Winterfell. The North.
While the other victors of the Second War For The Dawn, as we were already being called, feasted down in the Great Hall I'd been invited to Sansa Stark's chambers for a more private celebration. The Lady of Winterfell had informed me that Bran had told her that if she got pregnant with my child then he'd be a great lord in the north and a powerful sorcerer.
I did have to wonder if the Three-Eyed Raven was already seeking a replacement vessel or something like that, but I found that I simply didn't care enough not to fuck the northern princess one last time. I didn't think that I'd ever return to Winterfell once I left upon the morrow as there would be no reason for me to do so, as such I might as well enjoy myself and Sansa had let me know that she'd do whatever it took to please me.
Not long after we got into her room I'd started untying her dress, and soon I had it pooled around her legs, once it was out of the way I had her just in her undergarments. She had a loose white corset, covering her breasts and pushing them out and upwards, with a short white skirt attached to the bottom of the corset that went down to her shins. Not the sexiest thing she could be wearing, but practical given the cold weather.
"Let me express my thanks" offered Sansa.
I sat down on the bed and like a good girl the northern lady got down on her knees so that she could give me some nice oral sex.
"Oh yes," I praised.
Without warning the younger of the two Stark sisters barged into the room, having realised where we'd gone.
"Not again!" she yelled, "You told me you wouldn't be fucking her anymore".
In my defence, I'd not planned on doing this.
"I want to have his child," Sansa told her little sister "A strong son to keep the north safe like Bran promised. Don't you want a nephew you can train to fight?".
Arya glared at her sister.
"Bran is so strange" she commented.
The older Stark looked up at me.
"Please Gothic. Fuck me," Sansa begged almost childishly.
I looked over at Arya.
"Get naked and join us" I ordered the younger sister "I killed the Night King so I think you should both express the thanks of House Stark".
Arya was not amused.
"I guess we do owe you big time," she said, "and having a nephew wouldn't be horrible, but I'm never going to have children".
Sansa and Arya both decided to stick around even if it meant doing sexual stuff with their sister and it wouldn't be the first time. As soon as she'd finished undressing Arya more easily than her big sister began to force my cock into her throat. She'd gotten practice.
"My warrior Let me please you!" Sansa pleaded.
I had a better idea.
"Play with your sister" I commanded, "Put on a good show and that'll make me want to cum inside you".
Arya shrugged as if was no big deal and then grabbed her sister for a big kiss Sansa was startled but found soon herself melting into the kiss, only then to stop.
"Kissing is one thing, and we only touched each other a little last time," said the Lady of Winterfell, "I think it would be wrong to do more. We're not Lannisters".
Arya's worldview was much greater than that of her sister. When you'd seen some alien worlds and learned about their strange cultures your perspective changes so the younger Stark didn't seem that bothered by the idea of doing sexual stuff with her sister as I watched. It was after all for my entertainment not her own satisfaction.
"Do you want a sorcerer for a son?" she asked, playing on Sansa's desire to have a powerful heir "Then we better do as we are told. For House Stark"
Sighing in defeat, Sansa gave in and let Arya pull her back for a second kiss, this time their tongue fought for dominance with each other. After that Arya planted kisses on her sister's neck and down to her breasts, firmly planting wet kisses on her nipples before suckling on them as if she already had some milk to offer.
While standing in front of me Sansa dropped her hands to her sister's young ass and slapped it as she looked at me. The Lady of Winterfell was no fool, she knew what I liked and she knew that before long I'd give in and fuck her.
Meanwhile, Arya, who was ever adventurous, let her hands find their way to her big sister's pussy which was nice and wet from the arousal she would no doubt deny feeling due to her sibling's actions. Arya was able to easily slide a finger into her sister's cunt.
"Mmm. Arya…" Sansa said with a moan
The older Stark she kept playing with Arya's ass cheeks between slaps, and at this point in time, I decided that Sansa had done enough to earn my seed getting inside. With that in mind, I got up and bent her over the bed.
"Arya I want her to lick your pussy while I fuck her" I ordered.
The youngest person in the room quickly got into position
"Oh! Gothic! Fuck me, my warrior! Fuck me…" Sansa called out.
Arya did her best to keep her sibling's head between her legs, but this proved to be hard work, partly because Arya made an effort to watch me fuck her sister rather than do as she'd been told. But she kept at and Sansa's moans faded in volume as she licked away at Arya's dripping wet cunt. I loved this feeling of power I had over them and I expressed it by fucking Sansa even harder so she could get my baby batter inside her all the sooner.
I didn't cum right away, even if that was what Sansa would like given her objective, and I didn't think she wanted to lick her sister's cunt, her actions might as well be performance put on just for me, and while I felt somewhat resistant to the idea of knocking up a woman I didn't even like that much, Arya helped me along.
"That's it, Sansa," she said, "Make your little sister cum".
She knew how much I liked the dirty talk.
"He's going to put a baby in your belly" Arya was now saying to her sibling "As he does with all the other highborn sluts who beg for his seed".
Sansa's cunt felt good as it clamped down around my dick and the northern noblewoman squealed into Arya's pussy as she came loudly. The tightness that suddenly appeared around my cock, caused me to start to cum, and I pushed into her as deep as I could, suddenly feeling the urge to fill her waiting womb, so that was what I did.