The Dragon and the Hawke 13
Marian had slept for most of two days before she felt like herself again, and by that time, Dany had claimed Meereen. When the mage woke, after having cried herself into a fitful slumber in Missandei's arms, the former slave was teaching Grey Worm to speak in the common tongue.
She listened quietly as Grey Worm haltingly said, "My… name… is… Grey… Worm… I… come… from… the… summer… eels."
"Isles," Missandei corrects him, and the sound of her voice brings a smile to Marian's face.
She watches them as they continue their lesson, a silent observer on something that could have been if she had not arrived. She could see a reluctant attraction from Grey Worm towards Missandei, though not from the woman to him. The mage could tell that this was probably her fault, as if she had not been around to liberalize everyone's thoughts on sexual partners, almost everyone would probably have gone for members of the opposite sex.
The mage blinked a slow blink, and suddenly, Dany was in the room, standing over her. She blinked a few more times and her friend came better into focus and a large smile spread across her face, "You're awake!"
"Yeah," Marian nods, grunting and looking up, "How long was I out?"
"Two days," Dany tells her
"Wow, really?"
"Yes," She nods, "You were awake for six, so it makes some sense that you would need to regain your strength after that display of power on the city gates."
"Yeah, probably used a bit too much juice," Marian nods, sitting up. Blinking again, and rubbing her eyes to get rid of the last of the sleep she slides her legs off of her bed mat. Looking up at Dany she asks, "So what did I miss?"
"We took the city," Dany tells her, "Your display of power and a few well chosen words from me solidified their surrender before your time limit was up."
"Oh," Marian smiles, then raises her hand, "High five."
"Dany smirks, and slaps her friend's hand.
"So what about the masters that had the kids strung up?" Marian asks, climbing to her feet, "They dead yet?"
"No, I was saving them for you," Dany tells her.
Marian smiles, "That was nice of you! How many are their?"
"Almost as many as there were children."
"Wow, really?"
"Yes, we were given the masters who came up with it, and every master that donated a child."
"So how many do we have?"
"One hundred and fifty two masters."
"Huh, I was expecting, like, twenty."
"As was I."
"On the bright side, that means that they were probably being honest and I don't have to kill a couple thousand people to prove a point."
"Yes," Dany deadpans, "Lucky us."
Marian gives a quick hug to Missandei, and the three exit the tent, "Anything else I happen while I was asleep?"
"You received a new title," Missandei tells her
"Oh? What is it?"
"The Rolling Thunder," Missandei tells her
"How'd that one come about?"
"I believe that one was my fault," Dany tells her, "I spoke of how you're powers were like that of a god and you chose to follow me at some point during a speech to the slaves of Meereen. Along with that, I compared you to a rolling thunderstorm."
"Now there are rumors that you are the storm god that blessed the queen at her birth," Missandei tells her.
"People think I'm a god?" Marian looks at her two friends with some concern, and sees that they are struggling to fight off smiles, "You planned that, didn't you?"
"You must admit, when looking at our relationship from an outsider's perspective, it does seem odd," Dany tells her, "And I told the entirety of our known relationship to the slaves, and when taken as the full breadth of it, without the context that you provide in your own story, then you indeed seem like a goddess that has come to help me free the slaves."
Marian furrows her brows, and shakes her head, "I don't like it. I've met actual gods. I've actually killed one once! I do not like the idea that people could start seeing me like Corypheus."
"Who?" Missandei asks, having been absent for the telling of Marian's full story so many months ago, and who also was questioning to herself if someone who claims to have actually killed a god shouldn't be given the title just by default or something.
"Oh, right, you weren't there for me full backstory," Marian remembers, having forgotten that Missandei hadn't been with them all that long. The woman had become such an integral part of the inner circle, and such an important person to Marian herself, that she forgot that the girl hadn't been a part of her life for all that long on the grand scheme of things.
After a minute in which Marian does not in fact disclose her full backstory to Missandei, the woman turns to her and slowly blinks. Marian looks at her on the side and starts, "Oh! You wanted me to tell you now! Well alright!..."
Marian proceeds to wow Missandei with her adventures as Champion of Kirkwall, before she was just the Mad Mage, or the Thunderbride, or the Rolling Thunder. The Summer Islander's eyes widened, narrowed, furrowed, and brightened at all the right parts as the mage told her story and at the end of it, they had reached their destination.
Lined up, chained to the ground, were one hundred and fifty two slave masters. Their robes were filthy, they looked tired, and there was a stench of dried piss and shit hanging around them. Marian got a whiff and turned to Dany with eyes raised as she waved her hand in front of her face.
"Yes, they have been chained here since they were surrendered to me by the city," Dany nods to her.
Marian nods and creates a ball of fire in her hands, she waves it around, trying to burn the stench away from herself. To the crowd around them, it looks like the thunder god they had come to worship was doing some kind of strange dance to ward something off. Marian, being completely unaware of the religion she was birthing with every action she took, finished cleaning it the air around her and took a cautionary sniff.
When the air past her inspection, she turned her attention more fully to the chained masters. All of them had their eyes glued on her in terror as she snuffed out the flame in her hand. She smiles at them toothily, and turns to Missandei, "Can you translate for me?"
When Missandei nods, she turns back to the slave masters and starts to speak, "I don't know which of you speaks common, and which of you don't, and frankly I don't care to say what I have to say more than once."
She steps forward and starts to stride along the line of slave masters. She stops after she makes it ten feet, realizing that she has exited her clear air area, but then she turns her stop into a turn and glare so that the masters don't get that being generally disgusted with them as people, she isn't also disgusted by their soiled clothes.
"I told you when I tore down your gates that i would mete out justice to you for what you have done! And if you are wondering what it is you've done!? You have offended me!" Marian turns and gazes along the line of masters as they all look at her. Some cower, some gaze in blank acceptance, and then there are the rare few that glare defiantly at her.
She picks her target amongst those men, and strides up to a particularly big man and calls to all of them, "I am going to make examples of you, all of you. You strung up one hundred and sixty three children for the singular purpose of taunting Queen Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen."
She smiles at the man in front of her, who glares daggers at her, "What you probably do not know, is that I personally buried all of them. And so I have thought hard about what form of punishment should be delivered on to you!"
"I could burn you," She says, and Drogon roars in excitement from his place a few hundred yards in the air.
"I could electrocute you as I did the Wise Masters of Yunkai," She muses, raising her right hand and lightning dances along her fingers. One of the masters lets out a sob of terror and she smiles, lowering her hand.
"But no! I am going to deliver unto you a punishment that is wholly and terrifyingly unique!" Marian laughs, and she hoists the defiant master that she stands before up by his neck. Her strength amplified by telekinesis, she lifts him off his feet.
The man lets out a choked scream as his hands are skinned as they are dragged through their shackles and then his scream turns into a yelp as he is flipped over Marian's head. He flies in an arch, until Marian plants him in the dirt.
He looks up in confusion when he realizes that she is not holding him any more, and sees her, ten feet up, at the edge of a hole he has been thrown into. He gives a terrified and angry roar as the earth seals closed above him, leaving him trapped and alone in the dark.
Marian turns with a manic grin to the rest of the Masters, "I have decided that I will treat you as I treated those children. I will bury you, so that you may rest in peace while the last moments of your lives are spent dying horribly."
There are cheers from the crowd of slaves, and sobs from the masters, and behind her, Daenerys Targaryen nods with satisfaction.