Free City of Pentos
Manor of Illyrio Mopatis
Matt has been observing the place for a week, trying to devise a plan to get into the manor unnoticed and somehow find and steall the dragon eggs. He noted the patterns in the rotation of the guards, there was a small gap when the guards changed, just giving him enough time to climb over the wall and sneak into the manor, by prying open a window.
Thankfully, Robert was really strong, and he was reasonably sure he could pry open a window.
The problem was the location of the eggs. He was sure a man like Illyrio Mopatis just wouldn't display the eggs like a trophy, so he must be hiding it, probably in the basement of the manor.
He had no way of acquiring that information, so he was going to have to search the place, probably without getting caught or having to kill someone.
Come night, he would begin his attempt.
This would either be the beginning of Robert the Dragon Lord or Robert the Corpse.
Free City of Pentos
Manor of Illyrio Mopatis
Night Time
Matt watched, hiding in the bushes, as the guards rotated, giving him the oppurtunity he needed. He rushed to the wall, launching the toothed hook he bought, and rushed to climb.
He climbed to the top and using the rope again, he landed gently to not make any noise, and immediately sprinted to the nearest window, checking around.
So far so good.
He jammed the thin metal plate he had at the base of the window, trying to pry it open.
"Seems it's not that easy" he thought as he failed to pry open the window.
His eyes widened when he heard the footsteps, which got louder as they came closer.
"Damnit" he muttered as he desperately tried to open the window. His relief was palpable as he heard a click, quickly lifting the window and sneaking in, just in time as the guards passed his location.
"That was too close" he thought, as a he sighed in relief. Maybe he should have practiced with some other windows before.
He took in his surroundings, which as expected of a man of Illyrio's standing was lavish and luxurios, walls filled with paintings and other art pieces he was sure were worth a fortune, golden busts of him and other expensive looking decorations.
Which were worthless compared to the dragon eggs, in his opinion. He trodded carefully, searching for the way to the basement, checking doors one by one.
Some were the quarters of the servants, others guest rooms. He walked out of the rooms and moved into the courtyard, and found the door he was looking for.
Hopefully.
There weren't anyone around so he moved, getting closer to his target with everystep.
Hopefully, again.
He stopped when he saw the lock on the door, which he was sure he did not have the tools or the knowledge to just pick. Retreating, he hid in the shadows again, trying to think of where he could find the key. The only person that could have the key to the basement of Illyrio Mopatis' manor, would be Illyrio himself, he thought.
And he had no idea where to find his room.
He went back inside, not willing to stand in the open for too long.
Which backfired when he came face to face with a servant, whose eyes widened in panick and almost screamed.
Just as panicked, he did the first thing that came to the mind and clamped his hand over her mout and wrapped his arm around her neck.
"Don't shout or I'll kill you!" he threatened, not sure if he could follow with the threat.
The servant, in fear stopped squirming, tears welling in her eyes.
He pulled her along till he found a storage room and entered inside.
He was thinking of what to do with her when he had an idea. He could question her to learn where the key to the basement was, or failing at that she could point him towards Illyrio's room.
"Listen well" he whispered " I'll ask questions, and you will answer, if you do I won't harm you. Nod if you understand"
She nodded frantically, "Does Illyrio have the key to basement?" a nod was his answer.
"I'm removing my hand, don't shout" he threatened as he put the knife he had to her neck, the action making him queasy, but he knew he had to.
"Where is his room?"
"U-upstairs, t-the big door at the e-end" she hiccuped "Please don't hu-urt me, I have children, please" begged the maid.
"You do as you are told and I won't harm you, now are there any guards there and if so how many?"
"T-two guards"
He was not going to take on two guards head on.
"I'm going to tie you up, someone will find you by the morning, if anyone asks just tell them I tied you up to not be discovered, don't tell them about me interrogating you or you will get in trouble"
Tying her up, he moved upstairs and observed the guards from around the corner.
Two sleepy looking guards, obviously tired, but still awake.
How did this part go in stealth games again? Lure the guards, knock them out, get in.
He moved back and made some noise, which alerted the guards, as he heard one of them mutter and move towards him.
He waited as the guard came closer, and he felt ... strange. He wasn't afraid, rather, he felt strangely focused, as if he was on a hunt.
The guard turned around the corner, investigating the source of the sound, and Robert struck, hitting his neck hard enough to knock him out and catch him before he fell and made more noise.
"You alright there?" whispered the other guard, as he too came closer, making his job easier. Robert waited right around the corner, and just as the guard was turning the corner, he moved fast and socked him right at the jaw, knocking him out with one hit. Dragging him next to the other guard and making sure they were as concealed as they can be he entered the room.
Thankfully, the door didn't creak like a cliche movie scene.
He watched as the cheesemonger slept, with who he assumed was his wife.
Seeing they were sound asleep, he searched the drawers and they were empty, but to his surprise he found a small statue of Valyrian Steel, which he took because fuck it, he would need every piece of it he could find because of the damn zombies.
He looked under the bed, which while there were boxes, he didn't think he would go to the trouble of hiding it there.
Where would someone hide a valuable key?
Turning to the bed, he looked at the sleeping couple, which did make him feel like a creep, but forged on.
Gently putting his hand under Illyrio's pillow, he searched for the key. His hand touched something he was pretty sure the key, but Illyrio was sleeping right on top of it and he did not want to risk waking him up.
Perhaps he could turn him over closer to his wife?
Deciding to gamble, he gently took the womans hand and put it over Illyrio, hoping he would instinctively turn over to her and he could pick up the key.
Luck would have it, he did turn, and he made for the key once more, and gently pulled key.
His luck ended there, as Illyrio grumbled in his sleep and Matt froze, key still half under the pillow.
His trepedition turned to fear as the cheesemonger rose.
Matt pulled the key and laid perfectly still on the ground, as Illyrio turned and looked back with sleepy eyes, but didn't see anything.
He went back to sleep when he saw his wife's hand over him, happy even as he was sleep addled.
Matt waited for what felt like hours, but in reality only a few minutes, not even daring to breathe too fast and once he was sure Illyrio was asleep, stealthily made his way to the courtyard.
Only to see two guards conversing, right in front of the basement door.
Wonderful.
He took a pebble from beneath shrubbery and throw it back, and the guards turned back to investigate.
Lightning fast he reached the door and unlocked it before slipping inside and locking the door behind him. Thankfully there were lit torches, so he didn't have to worry about walking in the darkness.
As he took a torch and walked down, he was impressed by what he saw. Statues of gold and marble, boxes filled with gems and what not, finely crafted weapons of all kinds, expensieve looking silks and other fabrics.
It was just what he imagined the basement of a rich medieval merchant would look like.
Taking his eyes off the impresive amount of wealth, he searched the basement for the eggs.
His search came up empty, which confused him. He wouldn't just hide the dragon eggs in plain sight, right?
Thinking back to his games, he began to tap the walls, which took him quite a while but he did find a wall that made a hollow noise.
Which just happened to be between two torches. He hoped the eggs were there as he pulled the right torch, and the wall rumbled open.
Well, well, well, he said to himself. It wasn't just eggs, but ancient scrolls that he did not know the language of, another piece of Valyrian Steel, which he quickly pocketed and the target of his search.
Three dragon eggs, that in the original timeline would go to Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen as a wedding gift.
Stifling the desire to laugh like a madman, he took the box, closed the door by pushing the torch back and quickly walked to the exit.
Which had more guards at the entrance right now.
"Fucking wonderfull" he thought.
He couldn't find any way of getting past through them, so he opted to wait.
Matt almost fell asleep by the time guards opted to leave. He only moved out when he couldn't hear them anymore and went back to where he entered the manor, quickly throwing the toothed hook and climbing out, the egg crate secured on his back.
He repelled down the other side and took of just in time, as he heard a distant shout of "Intruder".
Running like his life was on the line , which it was, he took to the side streets, moving randomly to throw off any potential pursuer and made it to the inn he was staying at. Taking the eggs out and hiding them inside the big pouches he acquired before, he put them under his cloak and knocked on the door.
Giving the man a gold coin before he could say anything, who simply moved aside and let him in, he went to his room and after putting the eggs beneath bed, and locking his door and securing with his hammer, and lay down, only falling asleep when the adrenaline finally left his system.
After hiding out in the tavern for a couple of days, he found a caravan heading back to Braavos, and took up work as a guard. He had already decided where to hatch and hide the dragons while they grew up, so it was simply a matter of making it back to Braavos.
On the road back to Braavos, just as he was going to relax a bit, he heard a screech. Thinking it was a bird or something, he ignored it but still had a bad feeling.
"Dothraki!" shouted one of the caravan masters, as twenty or so riders galloped towards them. He was surprised at this, because as far as he knew, Pentos had good relations with the Dothraki Lords, and they had no need to raid the caravans.
The guards organised, putting themselves between the caravan and the Dothraki and Robert did the same. Thankfully he was in his armor, and the Dothraki weapons weren't good enough to breach his armor.
He was nervous, the guards were only half the number of the small raiding party.
Suddenly his nervousness was gone, replaced with a roar of challenge in his head, as the guards galloped forward, unwilling to just take the charge.
Matt's new horse, which he had spent quite a bit of gold to acquire and named Shadowfax because no one could stop him from doing so, galloped forward, as something took over him.
Robert yelled " Come you horsefuckers!" at the head of the guards, and when they were close enough, hit the unarmored Dothraki, using the length of his hammer to his advantage, so hard his chest caved in and he was launched back, unhorsing the rider behind him.
Turning around, he watched as the Dothraki did the same and they were at each other again.
Robert ducked, as the swing of a Dothraki missed his neck and the Dothraki fell of his horse as Robert held out his hammer to the side.
Blocking the bronze kopesh with his steel vambrace, which slid of and hit his pauldron, he answered with the hooked side of his hammer, ramming it to the riders head, killing him.
He surveyed the engagement around him and saw one of the guards defending himself against two Dothraki and rushed to help, killing one with a strike to the head, which distracted the other and allowed the guard to stab him on the neck.
"BEHİND YOU!" the guard he just saved shouted and Robert turned back, seeing three Dothraki riding towards him with screeches.
Robert picked up the Dothraki killed by the guard, who still somehow was on his horse, and threw him at the Dothraki, his strength and fury ensuring the thrown corpse took out two of the riders, he galloped towards the last rider.
Because of the short distance he did not have the time to gear up for a good hit, so he did something he probably shouldn't have.
He jumped of his horse, right at the incoming rider, who couldn't react to the unexpected move in time and went down.
They hit the ground and Robert pulled his knife and stabbed at the Dothrakis neck, but the wild man managed to block his arms in time.
As they struggled, Robert roared, dropped the knife, held and pulled the Dothraki's arms back and headbutted him, his helmet leaving the man dazed, before he began to rain a flurry of blows on his face.
Each hit shook the rider, each hit brought him one step closer to death, before Robert began to squeeze his neck. The Dothraki struggled feebly, but he couldn't do anything as Robert choked the life out of him. His attempts ceased when he went still, his throat having been crushed as tears of blood dropped from his eyes.
Rising with a smile splitting his face, he watched as the Dothraki retreated, their raid a failure.
This is what he lived for he thought, before the battle lust was replaced with revulsion and he emptied out his stomach on the Dothraki.