Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union
Chapter 12 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.
Solas
Inside the tavern, Solas looked around, observing the clientele with thinly veiled disdain; already knowing what to expect from these people with their slaves. While people were talking quietly amongst themselves; a few began to notice him.
They got the attention of the others and soon the talk was reduced to whispers as everybody began to notice the Elf in their midst. Something else that disturbed them clearly was his staff.
'They do not know what to make of me. Here they are with all their precious slaves, along with their new Elven slaves.' He thought disdainfully. 'Yet here comes a free Elf and a mage too; they know enough about Mages to fear them, not doubt due to the Tevinters.'
Still fighting to control his temper from the offences he had seen, he sneered and ignored the tavern customers, all of whom now watched him and whispered. He made his way up to the counter where the tavern owner stood; eyes wide as he approached.
He sat down and there was a pause before the tavern owner realized what was going on.
He quickly cleared his throat and spoke. "What can I get you stranger?"
"Water please." Solas replied; adding sarcastically. "If you can strain yourself to get it on your own, I'd appreciate it."
The tavern owner quirked an eyebrow at this; seeming shocked at Solas' remark, as well as his tone; nonetheless he got Solas his water.
After giving Solas his drink, the tavern owner bit his lip.
"You seem out of sorts Elf, something wrong?" He asked.
Solas shook his head. "Indeed there is; I am surprised at how easily the Tevinters turned you to their disgusting practice of slavery."
That certainly drew the attention of those nearby too; they all gasped, the tavern owner looked uncomfortable. The people seated in the seats on either side of Solas stood up and moved away, trying to put some distance between themselves and Solas.
The tavern owner shook his head. "Listen Elf, those Tevinters? I'm guessing you mean the Magisters; they've helped us, expanded our market."
"Expanded; so you had this disgusting practice even before then." Solas spat darkly. "I suppose those Tevinter rats simply told you to use my people, easy money for you?"
The atmosphere was suddenly tense. Many people were in fact leaving the tavern; the owner shook his head.
"I don't know what your problem is Elf; but you're scaring my customers away and…"
He quailed under Solas' glare as the Elf stood from his seat. "Well excuse me for having a conscience. To care about my people and be justifiably angry for the deplorable actions here against them, against all those people who have had liberty taken from them!"
The tavern owner shrank back but then another voice interrupted.
"Honestly, such narrow-mindedness; if you hate slavery so much Elf, why don't you go and join those narrow-minded Westerosi on their continent?"
Solas turned around, eyes narrowed, wondering who this strange new person was.
The man he saw when he turned around was tall and quite possibly the fattest man Solas had ever seen. He was morbidly obese with blonde hair and an oiled forked yellow beard; he was grimacing, showing crooked yellow teeth. He also had piggy eyes and fat cheeks; in fact, everything about the man seemed fat.
"Who might you be?" Solas asked sharply.
The man laughed and replied. "You ask me that; without even giving your own name?"
Solas sighed and introduced himself and the man then did the same.
"Well, Solas; I am Illyrio Mopatis. I am in charge here." He replied.
Solas glared darkly. "So, you are the chief slaver then."
Illyrio merely grinned. "My dear Elf…you are an Elf, correct. I assure you that contrary to what you think, what you may believe; slavery is simply a way of life. Only those narrow-minded Westerosi think that way."
"You keep slaves, take their liberty away from them, yet you dare assume they choose this!" Solas remarked critically. "I would advise against enslaving my people; ever…or I shall have to hunt you down, for you see; I am not simply an Elf; I am more…"
With that he lifted up his staff and energy crackled from it, Solas channelled his magic, revealing his status as a Mage.
Illyrio stepped back; fear showing in his piggy eyes. Solas glowered, noting to himself that Illyrio clearly had been told about the dangers of Mages and their abilities; possibly by the Tevinters, many of whom were Mages themselves.
'Excellent; that certainly gives me an advantage here.' He thought to himself. 'I should use it; after all, the recent encounters I've had in the Fade, that boy, could he be…?'
Solas stepped forwards, still channelling his magic.
"Nonetheless, I may yet spare your life; in return for information." He said; his voice was amplified and distorted by the magical energy, giving it a more menacing quality.
Illyrio tensed at that. "Oh, and what, might that be?"
Solas paused for a moment before speaking. "I am curious, this land you spoke of, Westeros? What is it, what are the people there truly like…An unbiased view?"
Illyrio swallowed nervously before replying. "It is another continent; comprised of Seven Kingdoms, they once were that, now they are simply Kingdoms in name as they are only one true Kingdom now."
Solas nodded, indicating for him to continue.
"They have many Lords and ruling houses, the King rules from the Iron Throne…" He remarked.
Solas listened as Illyrio told him as much as possible about Westeros.
Finally Solas was satisfied and released the magic, allowing it to slowly fade away.
"Thank you; this has been most helpful." He remarked at last. "I will leave now…but remember my warning."
Illyrio stepped back slowly; nodding and perspiring from fear. Satisfied with his information and that he had scared Illyrio sufficiently; Solas turned and made his way towards the exit. He continued to ponder his new information; he couldn't explain exactly why, but he was certain the young man he had seen in his Fade dreams was from Westeros.
Still thinking this; Solas left the tavern and began to walk away; when suddenly something slammed into the back of his head and everything went black.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.