Answers to reviews:

3bodyjaa: Thanks.

Stryker-Stargazer: First off, it's not Revan in Alagaesia, it's Descendant of Revan. All you had to do was say Star Wars/Inheritance Cycle story. And I'll be updating it soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or The Elder Scrolls Series.

Whiterun

After leaving the Throat of the World, the first thing Daemon did was go back down to Whiterun. As soon as he got off Shadowmere and made his way through the city gates, he made a beeline for the Bannered Mare, where he knew Lydia would be at this time since she always liked to have a drink, maybe get into an arm-wrestling competition with some arrogant milk-drinkers who thought they could best her. He opened the door to the inn, and immediately spotted Lydia doing exactly what he thought she'd be doing.

Having an arm-wrestling contest with someone, with many watching and placing wagers on who would win. Most of them betted on Lydia.

Daemon crossed his arms, shaking his head with amusement as he watched the man, a young lad, with sweat coming down his face. He tried in vain to move Lydia's arm, but Lydia was barely budding as she smiled at the lad before she forced his arm down against the table, causing those that betted on her to win to cheer loudly while those who didn't groaned at having to give up their gold.

"Drinks are on him!" Lydia shouted, pointing to the lad she just bested, causing the poor boy to have a horror-filled look while Lydia walked over to her Thane upon seeing him standing at the door. "You're back. So, how did it go?"

"Come with me." Daemon said and led the way out, a confused Lydia following him. They made their way down the steps and Daemon's next destination was Jorrvaskr, the home of the Companions. Upon arriving, they saw most of the Companions at the table, drinking, feasting and making conversation.

"Harbinger!" Aela spotted him first and raised her cup to him as he walked over with Lydia. "I take it you heard the Greybeards summoning you this morning?"

"I think all of Skyrim heard it." Farkas chuckled before sipping his drink. However, the Companions soon noticed a serious expression on their leader's face and knew whatever he had been summoned for... it was serious. "What news?"

"I am going to Westeros." Daemon announced, causing shocked exclaims to fill the hall.

"Daemon, you know I've never one to question your decisions, but Westeros?" Aela shook her head with a dead serious expression. "What madness would drive you to venture there?"

"My master, Paarthrunax, has sensed a great force that reeks of death rising in the North of Westeros. He doesn't know what the cause of it is, but fears that it will spread through the entire world if left unchecked." Daemon explained calmly. "Regardless of the dangers of Westeros, from the creatures that dote it's landscape of the people who live there, I will now allow them to fall pray to this force of death."

"Death... you think it is Dragur?" Vilkas asked with a frown, stroking his beared chin.

Daemon shook his head. "I'm not sure. Westeros is far different from Skyrim, they may have different names for creatures that are undead."

"It's still unwise to go, Daemon." Aela said with a frown. "Westeros has always dismissed us. We're not allies."

"We're not enemies either." Daemon countered. "They don't like us, but they don't hate us. To them, Tamriel is just another continent across the Sunset Sea that they don't really care for."

"So why should we help them?"

Daemon thought for a moment and then replied, "I would rather go there and have them dismiss us, than ignore them and have them die and know I could have done something about it…"

"True words." Vilkas nodded, looking to Aela. "If he wants this, who are we to deny him?"

Aela sighed but nodded. However, she looked at Daemon. "I take it there's more than just telling us?"

Daemon smirked a little. "I'm taking two companions with me. Aela, I want you to be one of them. I may have need of the greatest archer I've ever seen."

Aela grinned. "Now I know you're just trying to flatter me, Harbinger." However, she slammed her cup down and stood, giving him a nod. "Well, the thrill of hunting in a new land will make do for being in unfamiliar territory. But we should be cautious, I hear the Houses of Westeros can be... dangerous, especially ones known as the Lannisters."

Daemomn raised an eyebrow at that but nodded. He'll figure out more about Westeros when he gets there. He'll need to investigate into rumours of a force of death, see if it had risen before and perhaps find a way to put it back into the earth.

"Who will be joining us?" Aela asked, bringing him from his brief thoughts.

Daemon looked at some of the other Companions, some who looked eager like Farkas and Vilkas. However, he shook his head at them. "I'm sorry, my friends, but I will only take Aela of the Companions with me. There should still be experienced members of the Circle to remain here. Farkas, Vilkas, while I'm gone you two will be in charge until I return."

"Aye." Vilkas, though disappointed, accepted the Harbinger's command as did his brother.

Daemon nodded then looked at Aela. "Gather your things. We make for the Dawnstar Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary."

Dawnstar Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary

"Listener!" Nazir, the second-in-command of the Dark Brotherhood, greeted his leader with a laugh as they clasped hands in a warrior's show of respect. "What brongs you back here? Last time you visited was two months ago when the Night Mother called for you."

"I'm afraid I'm not here for a simple visit, Nazir." Daemon said with an apologetic smile. "I've received news of a great force stirring in the North of the land of Westeros."

"Westeros..." Nazir repeated, slowly shaking his head. "It must be very serious if you want to go there. The Dark Brotherhood has a connection over there, well a group of assassins that we have long corresponded and cooperated with. They are known as the Faceless Men."

"The Faceless Men?" Aela asked curiously.

Nazir nodded. "Yes. They are a guild of assassin-priests based in the Free City of Braavos, though their members range far and wide across both Essos and Westeros, some are even in Tamriel, though none in Skyrim but there are some in Hammerfell, Morrowind, even Cyrodiil. They command exorbitant fees, but have a reputation for success that is unparalleled by any comparable organization."

"So they aren't friend or foe." Daemon stated more than asked.

Nazir chuckled darkly. "They're assassins, my friend. Like us, it's all about who we kill. Now, this force you speak of, what is it?"

"A force of death." Daemon said, causing the Redguard to frown. "I believe something powerful has risen the dead, like Dragur, and if it's left unchecked it will consume all of Westeros... and perhaps spread beyond that."

"I can see why you would go, but what need do you have for me?" Nazir asked curiously.

Daemon smirked. "Well, I may need another assassin to roam the shadows when I'm busy with other matters. I can primise there will be death and blood, though it's best we don't go seeking a fight unless they start it with us."

Nazir chuckled. "When you go to Westeros, blood will follow."

Windhelm Docks

"How long will it take us to reach Westeros by boat?" Aela asked as she and Nazir rode beside Daemon on horses, the trio making their way down to the Windhelm docks, the same docks Daemon took when travelling to Solstheim to find and defeat Miraak.

"A month at best if the weather does not change and the sea does not prove things difficult." Nazir replied, then smirked at her knowingly. "Hope you're not afraid to smell like wet dog."

Aela narrowed her eyes at him but smirked back. "What? Hate the smell of wet dog?"

"Like I hate walking skeletons." Nazir replied with a chuckle. "You're wondering how I know that you're a werewolf?"

"Do tell." Aela said curiously.

"A member of the Dark Brotherhood was also a werewolf." Nazir began, casting a glance at Daemon as he saw the Dragonborn stiffen a little, knowing who he was talking about and where he was going with this. "I take it you'be heard of a man named Arnbjorn."

Aela's face changed into that of disdain and disgust. "Ugh, don't get me started on that mutt. He used to be a member of the Companions but he started becoming more bloodthirsty, enjoying the thrill of killing. He started putting innocents in danger with his methods, and it didn't help he was making unwated advances on several of the female member of the Companions."

"Including you?" Nazir asked, but got a sharp glare in response which was all the answer he needed. "My apologies. Anbjorn kept his past before the Dark Brotherhood close to the chest. Only one who knew was his wife, Astrid."

"Oh look, the rabid mutt managed to settle down." Aela scoffed. "How did he die?"

"His own wife was responsible for that." Daemon spoke up this time as he and Nazir shared a look. "She betrayed me to the Penitus Oculatus so that she'd remain leader of the Dark Brotherhood and they'd be left alone."

Nazir scoffed. "She was foolish to think they'd just accept her deal like that. They decided to take out two birds with one stone, kill their biggest thorn and also take out the Dark Brotherhood for good."

Daemon pulled Shadowmere to a stop and patted his side before he climbed off the saddle. "Wait here. I'll be right back." Daemon walked over to a large ship and called out to the captain working on the mast, "Gjalund!"

Gjalund waved, "Daemon! What brings you here? You're not going back to Solstheim, I hope?"

Daemon boarded the ship, "Not today. Me and my friends need to get to Westeros."

"Westeros?" Gjalund stopped working on the mast, "That's a long journey."

"How long will it take?"

"A month? Maybe more? Where do you need to go in Westeros?"

Daemon shrugged, "I've never been there. But I will need to talk to the King, so I guess the capital."

Gjalund hummed and rubbed his chin. "Last time I was in Westeros, I heard King Robert Baratheon was ready himself for a journey to the North of Westeros, to the city of Winterfell. I can get you to one of the nearby villages closest to a dock, and you can ride from there to Winterfell where you can meet the King."

"That'll do." Daemon nodded. "How much for the journey?"

Gjalund raised his hand, "I'm not charging you."

"What?"

"I'm not charging you," Gjalund repeated, "You saved my life more times than I can count. It's the least I can do for you."

Daemon was taken aback by Gjalund's generosity, "Thank you."

Gjalund smiled, "The Northern Maiden is yours," he went back to working the mast, "Let me know when you're ready to leave."

Daemon walked back to Aela and Nazir, "Shall we?"

Aela and Nazir nodded.

And that's it for this chapter. Let me know what you think about it in the reviews, even though it's a little short. I didn't know where I was going, or else I would've combined this with chapter 1 to make a longer one... but, what can you do? Anyway, the next chapter will be the journey to Westeros and then getting off as close to Winterfell as they can.

I hear it takes three months to go from King's Landing to Winterfell, so I'm certain Daemon should get there before King Robert does, which may give him time to meet Eddard Stark and ask some questions.

Now about the thing with Nazir and Aela, I feel like Nazir would be able to identify a werewolf since he knew one, in Arnbjorn.

I am also trying to think of the paths Daemon, Nazir and Aela will take, especially Daemon. I mean, if he goes to King's Landing with the Starks, and gets roped intot hr whole mess with Ned finding out about Cersei and Jaime, then what can Daemon do to prevent Joffery ascending the throne o the death of Ned?

Though, I am also thinking of him going with Tyrion to the Wall, which will then have him with Tyrion for most of the season 1 portion of the story, including meeting Tywin Lannister, and them not getting back to King's Landing until the beginning of season 2.

Another idea is that Ned asks Daemon to go to Essos and save Daenerys Targaryen from Robert's assassins.

Let me know what you think in the reviews because this is hurting my brain.