Jon looked carefully at the place, he was exploring the basements of the mansion with a squad of his soldiers, his faithful Ghost at his side.
He had avoided thoroughly checking the elephant lord's mansion, not for any particular reason, but time, reconstructions cost money, organizing medicines and food too, the boy spent a couple of weeks, just doing the math, if Ned were here, he would have finished in a couple of days like in Valyria, but his father was unfortunately at war in Westeros.
"Your Majesty" He heard and watched a tracker arrive.
"Did you find anything?" the boy asked.
"A false wall," he said.
Jon motioned for her to point.
He walked through the basement hallways for a few minutes, not noticing the false wall until it was pointed out to him, he touched it and knocked, it was hollow.
' Some treasure, a torture room, an escape tunnel ' He thought, imagining what it could be.
"Tear down the wall" he ordered.
A muscular soldier arrived and began to hit it with a war hammer, the others followed his order and a few minutes later Jon could see a hole in the wall, the place was dark.
The soldiers passed by and illuminated the place with their torches, a room that did not look like a treasure chamber, or a torture chamber, nor an escape tunnel.
"What is this?" he muttered.
The soldiers lit torches all around the room. There were a couple of tables, a few cupboards with drawers, everything covered in dust.
And in the background a computer.
Jon walked over to it and touched it, it had no power.
He heard some moans from Ghost, he turned to see his faithful companion sniffing one of the drawers of a closet and he approached.
He pushed it open, and there it was waiting for him, a blue totem.
' Maybe there is always one near the computers ' thought Jon.
He put the totem on the computer and it disappeared.
{Moment, please!
10%
30%
50%
90%
100%
Activated.
Welcome to the Volantis Control Center
Please choose your options.
-Territories
-Map
-Improvements
-Defenses
-User}
Jon noted that it was similar to Valyria, but with fewer options.
{Territories.
There are two in Volantis.
1) Ancient Volantis
2) Markets}
"I see, so that would be where the nobles and the rest of Volantis live" he muttered.
He pressed on Ancient Volantis.
{Ancient Volantis
-Totally defenseless}
"There are no dungeons," Jon muttered and continued with the next one.
{Markets
-Totally defenseless}
He touched the map, there were many red areas, which needed improvements. He continued with the improvements.
{Improvements
Upgrades consume territory magic.
You must pacify territories before using upgrades.
-Port Recovery
-Market recovery
-Bank recovery
-House recovery.
-Improve ports
-Improve markets}
Jon knew he had some points, as he built places and repaired some parts of the market.
Jon pushed on house recovery.
{You need ten work points to recover the houses.
You do not have that amount.}
The boy sighed and went back to defenses.
{Automatic defenses will only be put in place when Volantis is complete.}
The boy nodded.
{Users
-Administrator
Do you want to change the user?
Yes/No}
Jon pressed yes.
{Enter the user name
Jon Snow}
The boy noticed that he was not called to the white room as in Valyria.
"Because it doesn't give titles, or I have to do something else" he muttered.
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Robb watched as everyone prepared, after Jaime's escape, the boy prepared for an attack, since the capture of the kingslayer was one of the reasons why Tywin did not attack them.
[T/N: Should have just killed him after the interrogation.]
He looked at Talisa, who moved up a level the day before.
She was giving a yellowish concoction to a soldier, who seemed nervous because of its color.
Robb smiled at the sight.
He himself seemed terrified of her concoctions, but they worked.
He shook his head, turning to see his mother at a table talking to his uncle. They were in whispers, which he couldn't make out.
Robb sighed and Grey Wind looked at him, it would begin soon.
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Sansa walked with Aegon through the streets under construction of Volantis, all the citizens seemed to greet her with pleasure, either because they knew she was the king's sister, the princess of Valyria and Volantis, or simply because they knew her from healing them.
Aegon seemed uncomfortable with the hateful looks he received from the men, or with Sansa's happy look, which seemed to make him very nervous.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Aegon smiled and nodded uncomfortably.
Arya walked with Rhaenys a few meters behind, the little girl rolling her eyes at the sight as if she felt sick.
Rhaenys on the other hand raised an eyebrow at the couple.
"Get a room" she muttered annoyed.
' Right now I could be enjoying lunch with Jon, but I have to make sure Egg behaved. Why did you send me, Ash? Why not Jon? ' the Targaryen princess thought, annoyed.
She turned to her companion, the girl Arya Stark. She didn't know her very well, but she seemed to be on the verge of killing someone, either because of boredom or because she couldn't stand the saccharine company of her love-struck sister.
Rhaenys nodded to herself.
' She's right, it is annoying ' she thought, watching Sansa laugh at Egg's comment, she felt even more frustrated and exploded.
"Get a room!" she exclaimed, annoyed.
Arya burst out laughing, Sansa and Egg turned and looked at her in horror and then blushed, other people laughed at Rhaenys' spontaneous scream.
"What are you saying?" Aegon asked angrily as he stopped walking.
Rhaenys bowed apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I got exasperated," she admitted.
Sansa smiled nervously and turned to her still-laughing sister.
"Can you stop already?" she demanded.
Arya stopped but still had an amused smile.
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Ned watched the approaching ships closely, and gave the order.
Explosions rang out, war cries rang out. They were less than five hundred meters from Pike Harbor, their final objective, Greyjoy Island.
' And my revenge ' he thought with pleasure.
His harpoons shot spears at the Ironborn's ships, One approached to attack him, the man waited and when they collided he drew his sword.
A couple of men invaded his ship.
They were nothing to the Stark.
His sword, with the ability of elemental auras, burst into fire, anyone it hit was incinerated.
The others watched in fear as Ned approached.
He was the embodiment of death.
No, Stark was winter.
No, it was a dragon, his flaming sword killed them on touch, incinerated their bones, boiled their blood.
Another blow, another man fell.
His allies attacked the approaching ships. Ned looked at the port. They were getting closer and closer. The Ironborn's ships were bursting into flames and sinking, as they begged.
A grin appeared on his face as he listened to them.
Music to his ears.
Images of two children's bodies burned at Winterfell appeared in his mind.
His fury completely dominated him.
His ships reacted to it.
More explosions were heard.
More screams.
More pleas.
But Eddard Stark did not listen to them.
A ship approached, it was bigger than the others.
"STARK! "
"STARK! "
He heard him from the side, he was approaching and Ned didn't stop him.
He didn't stop him out of curiosity.
"Will it be Balon? " he wondered with pleasure.
The ship was bigger, more striking than the others.
He approached and the Ironborn boarded him, his men were waiting for them.
But Ned didn't see any old pirate on it.
His disappointment was complete.
Then the leader.
The captain of the ship appeared.
A tall, muscular man, wearing steel armor, a Kraken-shaped helmet, and carrying an axe as a weapon.
"Victarion Greyjoy," said Ned.
The man approached.
"Eddard Stark" he greeted.
Silence reigned on the ship, neither his allies nor the ironborn said anything, tension was in the air.
"Where is your brother? Did he run away? Is he hiding in his towers? In a cave like a rat, perhaps? " asked Ned.
Victarion shrugged.
"Who knows? Nice ship," he said, admiring the iron fenders.
Ned sighed.
"Ironborn, no more than legal pirates, well, not legal anymore I guess" he clarified.
Victarion looked at him.
"What happened…" he said but Ned interrupted him.
"Let me guess, it was a capture mission, not an assassination, right? " Ned said.
Victarion looked at him confused.
"Oh, I already heard the excuse, and I will answer it in the same way, Ralf Stonehouse, your own niece Yara Greyjoy said the same thing, I will answer you in the same way... Did they capture my children? " Ne said.
Victarion drew his axe.
"No" he whispered and attacked.
Ned waited patiently, Ice waited patiently for the man's attack.
Balon's brother could not believe that his strength was stopped by Eddard Stark.
"Elemental Aura" Ned whispered.
His sword shone, a breeze passed through it as it shone.
' Witchcraft ' Thought the Ironborn.
He attacked Ned.
He counterattacked and as their blades clashed, Victarion was sent flying backwards, as if attacked by the hurricane force of a great storm.
The Ironborn supported him and attacked the northerners, who responded with equal force.
Two of them approached Ned, who wasted no time, lunging at one of them, striking and knocking one of them into the water with the hurricane-force wind.
The other paled and hesitated.
A serious mistake, Ned was already in position, his thrust pierced his stomach, and the wind that came out of the sword was so strong that it sent him ten meters back, revealing to the others the hole in his stomach.
Victarion was not intimidated and attacked again.
Ned easily stopped the attacks.
But he wanted more.
He wanted Balon instead of Victarion.
He looked at the Ironborn coldly. And he attacked with more force, he was strong, he did not doubt it, he endured a lot even with the skill and magic of Ned's sword.
But he looked tired.
No, not tired.
Exhausted.
And he didn't blame him, the wind that the sword expelled attacked him with each stab, his eyes were damaged by a strong breeze that made them close from time to time, his body received not only the damage from Ned's strength, but from northern winds, as if the fury of the ancient gods blanketed Ned.
As if the ghost of Theon Stark, a figure almost revered by the Ironborn, had taken possession of Eddard Stark and unleashed all his Stark fury.
' It was a mistake, those two children, that useless Theon... That idiot of my brother ' he thought, holding Eddard back as best he could.
"Drowning God, do not abandon me!" he exclaimed, throwing an axe blow with all his strength.
"Critical Hit" Ned whispered.
His axe broke as he felt the force of ice, the Ironborn fell.
"Drowned god? I'm sorry, Victarion... Your god fled, the old gods came for him... Your god died" Ned whispered as he raised his sword.
"Oh... I see" whispered Balon Greyjoy's brother.
The cut was clean, without any ceremony, his head separated from his shoulders a second later. Ned looked around in the white room, and headed towards the computer. Ned reached level 24 with 4 skill points.
He left the place and saw the enemies jumping into the water, fleeing in terror.
His men looked at him with fear too, listening to his words.
Ned understood that what he said about the old gods was heard, and apparently they believed him.
It wasn't true, he just wanted to take away Victarion's faith before finishing him off.
But they believed him.
His men raised a battle cry.
Ned watched the enemies flee.
The ports were within reach.
Pike was within reach.
Balon was within reach.
"Take the ports!" he ordered.
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Daenerys watched her husband the Dothraki Khal, Drogo speaking in whispers to his bloodriders.
Drogo had to some extent won her affection.
At first, he treated her roughly and got what he wanted without asking permission.
A savage.
But Danny didn't give up.
He got her love.
Even devotion.
Her brother, on the other hand, was tired of waiting.
He wished that Khal Drogo would keep his promise.
His guard Jorah Mormont seemed uneasy about it all.
Danny sighed and touched her stomach trying to feel her baby.
Her pregnancy was a pleasant surprise.
Drogo called himself the great stallion that would ride the world, she heard it was a Dothraki prophecy, but she didn't really care.
The girl sighed and went to her tent to sleep, in her dreams she saw a gigantic white wolf attacking a Kraken, then dragons with their faces bowed in front of a black wolf, the figure of the wolf changed to a man whose face she could not see, with dark hair, sitting on a throne, where a dozen Valyrian-looking figures knelt before him. Another image appeared in her mind, a woman who could not see her face either but could notice an innate beauty, with red hair dressed in a white toga, next to her a Valyrian-looking man kneeling kissing her hand. And finally, she saw a very tall being that seemed to be made of ice with blue eyes and an evil smile.
Danny jumped up at the figure, and sighed when she realized it was a dream.
"What does this mean?" She muttered worriedly.
Then she shook her head.
"It was just a dream"
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