Samson

He wasn't the oldest or the strongest among his fellow companions. Nor would he claim to be the most intelligent. Perhaps he was the most competent. While Maximus loved his planning and Prometheus his digging, Samson loved technology. Like all companions Samson was a natural magician in tune with his magical abilities since his creation. He could toss fire balls around with the best of them. Before the discovery of the long dead race that once inhabited the planet, Samson was obsessed with magic. He loved to build new spells. There were spells he created that chained unleashing new and exciting effects. But when the wealth of new information came through Samson put his magical research on hold in favor of technology. There was a satisfaction to working with metal, wiring, and electricity that didn't come from magic. After learning everything the hard drives could grant him, he built upon the research. He explored action and reaction discovering new and exciting possibilities. With such information came competence. When Jack asked something of him, he was the one most capable of fulfilling the request.

Instead of building new golems with stone they created working android bodies. They organized nanites to repair their new golems. They gave their golems sexual organs and internal 3d printers to aid reproduction. They created a new race one that worshipped their creator. Worshippers who knew their creator and his flaws but accepted him regardless.

That is what Samson chose to believe and he stuck to it. Once again there was a request for a body to be made. This time by Jack himself. No expense would be spared to craft the perfect form for his friend and creator.

"Manager of frames Xion." Samson bellowed. The female Galatea IX stood there at attention her black hair was in a pony tail. She was his sixth manager of frames having surpassed her predecessor in skill and gained the promotion. The fifth manager was then made subordinate just as the 4th and 3rd had before him. Xion would more than likely get replaced by Belmont the rising star and Guardian model XI. But for now, her skills out shined Belmont's.

"We are making a frame for Jack this will be the first Model Jack to ever exist. Gather the best materials for production." Samson roared then moved on to the next stage of production.

"Sir we are out of Titanium shall I request more." Xion's assistant Michael asked.

"That won't be necessary." Jack himself said and bars of pure titanium appeared in their inventory. With that his team began building a titanium frame piece by piece using magic to increase the durability of the metals even further.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't watch the process. It makes my team nervous. They already know this is to be your body." Samson grumbled.

"Sure, I will try to make my presence scarce." With that out of the way Samson went to his next team as they finished their research on a new formula that could increase artificial muscle tensile strength by 20%. The wiring team would go next while the processors, cooling motors, fluid pump, and several important organs were printed for the final product. Brown hair was selected while the aesthetic team began crafting a face for their god.

Various weapons were picked up and discarded. A small-scale rail gun, a plasma castor, and several laser swords. Then he came upon a set of gravity displacers. They weren't weapons they attached to the hip and if functioned properly could use electrical fields to manipulate gravity. Unfortunately, they didn't work. The power supply needed to make them functional was too much for a small golem. Perhaps, Jack had that kind of power.

Janus Smith

Janus was a man who knew how to get things done. As a Blacksmith in Pentos he had to know of to trade like a merchant and pound metal like a god or he didn't eat. His conversion to the Jack of all Trades was a no brainer. When his competition dreamed up new techniques and put them into practice, he couldn't let them pass him. That's why he took the bull by the horns and lead the growing religion.

Around his neck was a pendant with a white dragon with a black hole in its chest. He didn't know what it meant, and he really didn't care. The religion was about bettering himself and the world around him. God or no god, he could get behind that. When he woke up wearing the pendant and accidently touched white hot steel. He realized the fire didn't burn him. Another boon from his new patron had cemented his loyalty.

Janus wasn't a hard man to figure out. Do right by him and he will do right by you. Fuck with him and he will make sure your horse throws every shoe. That's why he organized the building of the circle in the forsaken red priests place of worship. They doused the flames and made a big circle out of ash and then went to work drawing symbols in the circle. Once their work was complete Janus looked it over and made sure there were no mistakes.

That was when the massive circle glowed blue and they high tailed it away. From the circle a giant appeared. He was so tall his head scraped the ceiling. His body glowed with a powerful light as he looked down on them. For a moment Janus feared that this was the lord of light until the giant nodded his head.

"You will do. Now its time to remove all traces of the red god and his sacrifices." The giant sneered at that and began stepping away from the circle. He looked around eyeing each of them until his eyes landed on Janus.

Hyperion

He was always shorter than his brothers. Even now after fifty years his height was only 60ft while Conan towered over him with 110ft. Seeing a bunch of humans cowering boosted his ego a bit. He took a step off the circle and looked at one of the acolytes. Janus if he recalled correctly was a skeptic but a good man at heart. Not that it mattered every follower was a boon to their father.

This place was covered in odd artwork held enough life draining magic to slaughter a hundred thousand mortals. In his opinion it was best to burn it all down and start over. No burning was the red god's thing maybe they could turn it into a factory. They would need ships.

Light of the natural sun bathed him in light as he stepped out onto the street of Pentos. Many worshipers fell to their knees upon seeing him some wore red like the priests of the red god. Hyperion paid it no mind.

"My lord what are you planning?" Janus yelled up.

"I'm taking a look at the docks before we decide what to do about the city." With that Hyperion wondered off careful not to step on any of the fleeing humans. His head towered over most of the buildings and many stopped to stare at him. It was a first for him.

Most were used to his brothers if they did stare it was because he was shorter than them. A boon from his design. He had a processor from birth unlike the others. His body moved faster, and his magic was stronger. If it came to a fight, he could slaughter most others like Prometheus and Samson. Conan was obviously the strongest. While magic wise Samson would be a great challenge.

He made it to the dock and looked far across the ocean. There beyond the ocean was Westeros the jewel his father desired. Pentos while a nice place with red wearing nobles wasn't worth much. Only its port mattered. He heard a horn as a group of humans wearing armor confronted him.

"Giant how did you get here and what business do you have with Pentos?" A Magister said. In front of the Magister were several archers and spearman.

Hyperion moved catching the magister by his red toga and lifting him up. The man didn't struggle but the soldiers unleashed their arrows. Some stuck in his cloths while others bounced off his stone skin.

"Now you shouldn't need to yell." Hyperion said. The Magister looked on the verge of rebelling before he forced himself to calm down.

"Indeed, now we can speak civilly." Hyperion nodded and placed him on a building close to Hyperion's face. After the magister straightened himself, he looked down at his guards imperiously. "I did not order them to fire upon you."

"My body is made of stone arrows are no threat." If the revelation shocked the magister, he hid it well.

"Well while they waste their arrows perhaps you can answer my question. I am Magister Fenrir Bento and I demand to know what you are doing in my city. No one in customs reported a giant to me." Fenrir yelled.

"I am Hyperion a companion to the Jack of all trades. My task in your city is to change the red god's temple into a respectable Factory. A true temple of the Jack of all trade's religion. I will admit, I wanted to see the ocean." Hyperion muttered.

"Ah, an understandable desire. So, you have no ill will toward Pentos or its people you merely wish to turn a temple into something useful and see the ocean. I fear you will need guards to keep people in Pentos at bay. Otherwise welcome to the city." Fenrir said.

"Now could you put me down and perhaps find enough cloth to craft pants. Your member is as large as a house." Fenrir roared.

Joffrey

He slept deeply after his mother patted him on the head and told him he was a good boy. Joffrey would be king someday and make his mother proud. That's what she told him every night. But this time it was different. When he dreamed, he wasn't king able to call down divine punishment on any who dared to scheme against him. He was standing in a ruined burning sept. Up high in the sky was a moon large enough to eclipse the sky. The ground and its people were being pulled uprooted by some force.

Then he saw them the the Father, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Smith, Warrior, and the cloaked Stranger. They spoke in a raspy voice many but one. "This is the future we have foreseen child of destiny. You are meant to be a king beyond all others. We will give you and your line a portion of our strength so that you may fight what is to come."

The Father stood forward. "From me you will have the power to see through lies and see the sins that all men carry." A ball of light left the father and slammed into Joffrey's eyes. They were opened to new possibilities.

The mother raised her hand. "From me you will heal from any wound or poison forever more." Joffrey felt his body itch as the power settled in his blood.

The maid stepped forward. "From me you will have the virility to please any woman and even bend their loyalty to you." He felt his crotch swell and desires awaken.

The crone stepped forward and whispered in his ear. "My gift is foresight and the wisdom to use it." His mind was awoken beyond anything he had ever contemplated.

The warrior grabbed his shoulder. "My gift is no less powerful. All arms will be at your command, armor will feel lighter to you, and air friction won't be a problem." Joffrey felt far more talented than he ever was before.

The smith placed a hand on his chest. "My gift is strength pure and primal. Let your sword, hammer, and what have you hammer down on your foes like the might of a giant." Joffrey felt his muscles swell and he wanted to scream with joy at his new strength.

The Stranger stepped forward but didn't touch him. "My gift is death to your enemies. Your blade will always be coated with divine poison capable of killing even a god. He said in a raspy voice. Joffrey just nodded.

"Farewell king we have chosen stop the destruction of the world." Joffrey awoke and saw Myrcella sleeping beside him. Then a maid walked in. Joffrey got up and followed her. She looked so much more appealing than last he saw her.

Jack

His body was complete and with a trip through the portal he was in Pentos. Everywhere he went was a new revelation. The people waved to him at times on the streets. Jack wore clothes made from actual cloth and explored the city. Hyperion convinced his followers that he was just another of his servants which gave him leave to explore.

Eventually, he found himsefl on the docks. With a quick exchange between mana and gold he was on a ship chartered for Lannisport. Jack sent a message to Hyperion that he was leaving, and Hyperion was angry that he couldn't accompany him.

The salt was thick in the air and the waves hit the ship splashing sea water on his face and in my hair. Wind tossed his hair in odd directions, but it never looked messed up. Eventually the ship captain confronted him. He was an older man wrinkled but strong.

"First time at sea boy." The captain asked. He nodded and watched the waves and the occasional dolphin splash up. For a moment, he thought about diving in the water and exploring the depths.

"How could you tell?" Jack asked a smile on his face. Even as sea water dripped down drenching his cloths. Not that he could really feel it.

"It's the excitement you have. Everyone has it on their face during their first voyage. Even I remember having it. Try not to lose it no matter what the world throws at you." The captain said.

Then a horn blared, and the ship rocked. The deck splintered as another ship rammed them. Sailors scrambled for knives or any other weapon they could find as a group of men armed with axes and swords invaded the ship. The captain pulled a scimitar and charged. "Stay back lad this could get dangerous."

Jack's eyes widened as he saw the first of the sailors get decapitated by one of the invaders. "You Iron born scum will pay for this." The captain said as he clashed with one of the swords men. Did Jack have a choice in the matter? Could he have avoided listening to his primal nature?

Either way Jack moved with the fluidity that only a top of the line golem could produce. He ducked in the guard of the nearest pirate and struck with a hard-left hook. Ribs shattered beneath his might as bone punctured lungs. The man's hand slacked, and Jack took his axe. He felt the man's soul and life leave the body. He felt them flow into him and into his dungeon core. For the first time in centuries Jack felt the feeling of a level up.

He moved like a berserker slashing down on the nearest pirate slicing into the back of his head while his guard was down. He leapt to the side as another pirate tried to run him through with a sword only to receive a hard left to the face. Every blow Jack threw was fatal his body was built to house his power.

With every kill Jack moved faster throwing stolen daggers and increasing his kill count until the fighting around him stopped. When it was all said and done Jack had killed 12 of the iron born, they ended up taking the new ship and storing their cargo inside. They replaced the flag with one of their own and set course for Lannisport as planned.

Daenerys

Tonight, like the last few nights Drago squirmed beneath her as she pounded him until his seed left him. Then he slept exhausted. Dany looked down at her sleeping husband with a frown on her face. She was naked except for her amulet something she refused to take off in any situation. She liked the way it glittered in the light. Dany was starting to enjoy all things that glittered.

Khal Drago had raided a village in her honor and his men captured many women as sex slaves. A part of her cried out to help those women but she refused. She crushed that outcry in preference for a shiny. It was a ring made of gold she had taken form one of the sex slaves. The blood riders let her take it before they went back to enjoying their trophy.

It was odd but not as odd as the patches of scales growing in odd places. On her shoulder blades, elbows, and between her toes small patches of scales began to grow. She had through she had been cursed with grey scale, but they were red. Then there was her baby. The horse that would mount the world. Some days she felt like it wasn't hers. Her feelings were so alien. The dragon eggs that she once kept as mere bobbles were always with her now. She kept them in her tent among the gold.

Every night her bed looked less inviting and the slow growing pile of gold became comforting. How long would it be before she denied her husband for her little pile of gold. It was so ridiculous. But she was a dragon could this be what drove her father mad. This need to be with gold and the growing urges to burn and devour.

She was confused and changing.

Lucy waited by the camp fire looking at the stars while the some of the men talked amongst themselves. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't not yet. Maybe she should contact Jack directly.