[Edric's POV]
Because of my relentless travelling, I would actually catch up with the outriders of the khalasar that once besieged Meereen... which was something I didn't seek out intentionally. It was a welcome result, however. I'd be able to deal with them individually and under my conditions.
The first group of outriders wasn't too big, about a couple of dozen. They had made 'camp', although that was all too of a generous word. There was no true camp. It was more of them using the natural shelter provided by the grasslands themselves.
I took out my quiver, strapped it to the side, found some high ground and drew out my bow, overlooking their little group. The closest one was about two hundred metres away.
'Reminds you of the good ol' days, right? Except instead of playing, you're doing it yourself.'
A few of them were mounted, so I chose to target them first.
My first arrow soared like the wind, yet narrowly missed its target, scraping past his cheek.
'Someone has grown too reliant on aimbot... I mean, magic.'
Perhaps.
When he stopped and turned in my direction, the next arrow pierced his skull clean - slipping the dothraki rider's corpse down. The saddle kept him attached to the horse, however. I continued firing arrows without moving, getting into a rhythm. Before long, I had put down ten of them.
One managed to mount a horse and fire an arrow back while riding towards me.
I simply moved my body, effortlessly dodging it, and countered with an arrow that pierced through his throat. He died, desperately grasping his bleeding neck until his last moment. As fun as it was bullying them from afar, I decided to mount my horse and play the Dothraki's own game. I'd gain more Skirmisher experience that way.
I rode towards them directly, collecting heads while remaining mobile. Even without armour, a worthy mount or even magic... I was completely untouchable. My accuracy in closer ranges, even while riding, was practically perfect.
And the Dothraki... well, they were not known for their armour either. One well-placed arrow from my dragonbone longbow, and they were dead.
Ultimately, I had butchered every last one of them in my sight. I took some time to inspect their horses, though nothing impressed me.
The Khal and his officers were likely hoarding the best horses...
...
I kept catching up to the main horde by night, carving a path of blood through multiple layers of outriders. The Khalasar itself was a little under fifteen thousand deep since they had retreated from Meereen rather swiftly, sustaining the least losses of any major army. They wouldn't be as easy to handle on the field, but... I did not feel fear. All I felt was a desire to test my own capabilities.
It began to rain, and thunder came with it, striking the land. Strong winds surged, greatening the flames. Lightning continued to rain down on the horizon, and multiple great fires erupted in the grasslands. Hundreds of men burned, including unintended women and children...
'So heartless...'
The Storm does not discriminate.
Once the horizon was filled with flame, I began to fire arrows of my own, destroying more tightly packed groups. In time, my magic made me very visible. Much of the horde chose to run instead of face me... but a good lot of them began to charge me. As the Khal himself led the charge, this inspired many others to follow suit.
I'm going to need a bit more firepower...
I was met with a constant volley of arrows that blocked out the moon, though instead of evading them, I held them in the air and changed their direction - lighting each end with a bit of lightning. Then I fired the arrows back, bringing upon a rain that greatly decreased their number.
Perhaps that alone had killed a couple thousand...
This act, despite draining a lot of my reserves, was all too effective as most of them turned tail and ran. The Khal, however, kept riding with his most stubborn supporters, which surprised even me. As far as they were concerned, I could spam magic abilities which could shatter armies...
They no longer used bows, switching to arakhs.
The moon lit up the field.
I picked off most of them before they could get close, yet my horse was struggling to keep pace...
'Useless ass stallion... can't even carry a strapping young 6'10 150kg boy.'
On that we are agreed.
I stored away my bow and drew out my nodachi, its long blade thirsting for blood. Blood, it would have.
I stopped my horse and turned to face the charging Dothraki, before riding to their side. One of them got close enough to attempt a strike, but I parried it and countered with a swift slash across the neck. It was wide enough to slash another rider, albeit only a little. The horde was surrounding me and gaining ground.
I released myself from the saddle, stepped onto my horse while it was riding and leapt up right into the middle of their formation. Lightning engulfed my body as I descended.
My foot ended up falling against a rider's face on my descent, smashing his head against the grass as I fell. A shockwave of lightning followed, absolutely breaking their charge. I raised my nodachi, resting it on my shoulder.
"Well..." I took a breath, looking at the pile of mush that once was a head. My boots were not much better off. "That was mental."
There were fewer riders to deal with now, as a great majority had been pulverised by the shockwave. The person I believed to be the khal had been lucky... yet he was stupid enough to charge me again. I readied my nodachi.
An instant before, I created an arc of lightning from my blade.
Slash.
He was cut in half diagonally, the top sliding off while the bottom remained on the saddle. The horse rode on as if nothing had happened. Almost immediately, I had half a dozen men screaming at me. If brave and foolish had a culture...
I turned behind me and kept the group at bay with my greater reach. There were a couple of riders still left, though... ready to pounce on me.
Viserion soared through the air and descended, ripping one from his saddle and tossing him from a height of over ten metres. Then he blew flame over most of the others. It was as if he was telling me playtime was over.
The riders rode away.
The group surrounding me looked absolutely crestfallen, hopeless, even... yet they only really had two choices. Die - or die fighting. They chose the latter.
I deflected the first blow, slashing the nodachi at one of their throats. One stepped behind me and attempted to stab my back, but I weaved out of the way, drew out my dagger and dug it into his skull. I then drew it out and tossed it at the nearest Dothraki before parrying the next with the nodachi.
Through a mix of strength and skill, I sent the arakh flying and stabbed the nodachi into his chest.
After that... only one was left standing.
He knew he was utterly fucked.
As I approached slowly, he dropped his arakh and fell to his knees. He spoke some Dothraki gibberish I didn't understand. Though, by body language, I could tell he had submitted to my will.
Unfortunately, I had no use for a singular Dothraki. He would only slow me down.
"Let's see..."
You are also able to manipulate reality itself only close around you, bringing forth elements of your inner world seamlessly.
Raitei.
Portals emerged all over his body as he was impaled by a multitude of weapons from the inside out. I withdrew the weapons. To add salt to the wound, I willed for one of the endless shinto gates to fall upon him, and...
BOOM.
Its left pillar squashed him entirely.
I can do that?
I took back the shinto gate into my inner world, swapping it with one of Garth's siege engines, which most definitely were too big to drag out from my chest.
The massive trebuchet landed smoothly.
'We're gonna have soooo much fun with this.'
My 'alter ego' sounded giddy. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. With this, I could take and bring out even larger objects - meaning almost endless possibilities. The Plane of Euthymia would become more than just personal storage for weapons, gold and smaller treasures. Well, so long as Raitei was active...
...
I removed the khal's bottom half and took his horse, along several others, become somewhat of a herdsman for horses. My 'cavalry' of horses had expanded to ten. Afterwards, I continued riding for Vaes Dothrak, cutting down any Dothraki along the way. I felt like a zombie once Raitei ended, but my will kept me going and I gradually recovered my stamina.
My journey led to an interesting hill. Well, the hill itself wasn't too extraordinary; it's what lurked in the cave beneath. I was able to feel its presence miles away, strangely enough. There was a... familiarity. Viserion looked a little uncomfortable.
"Drogon, come on out. I'm hosting a family reunion."
The dragon did hear me, slowly leaving the cave with blazing eyes. Without a moment of hesitation, as if insulted by my audacity, he unleashed a breath of flame upon me. Not fond of burning another set of clothes, I countered with a mighty wave of wind, warping the flames and sending them off to the side.
Once Drogon stopped his firebreathing, the entire right side of the field was on fire - but I was untouched.
He then jumped at me.
Dany's most aggressive dragon, indeed...
I raised my hands and unleashed devastating chains of lightning, sparking the dragon's entire body with electricity. Its strength faded almost immediately as it fell to the ground. I stopped, observing. I didn't want to kill it.
Honestly, I didn't even want to harm it. It was a beautiful creature, yet... unbridled. It needed discipline.
"See, I'm not as soft as your mother," I stared into Drogon's eyes as he opened them again - using Greenseer magic to make him understand my meaning. "You act up to me, and you get the belt. Or, in this case, lightning. You got that?"
He glared at me with eyes of flame that reminded me a little of Oblivion gates, yet didn't do anything about it. Smart dragon.
"I'm glad we could understand each other," I smiled. "Now, you'd better follow my little herd or I'll carve you up alive and have dragon heart soup for breakfast. Maybe I'd make some sets of dragonscale armour out of you as well. My own collection of dragonbone bows? The possibilities are almost endless with such a treasure trove of a magical body."
I made sure Drogon knew I wasn't joking at all.
The silk glove suited Viserion, whereas Drogon needed the steel gauntlet...
As I turned to Viserion, he almost seemed to flinch.
"You don't worry about any of that, you're a good dragon."
[Daenerys' POV]
With every new khalasar that entered Vaes Dothrak, there were growing questions about where the prophesied 'Stallion Who Mounts the World' was. She noticed Rhaegal flying in the skies occasionally, whom she hadn't seen since he was freed. Although he did nothing for the moment.
In time, only Khal Jhaqo was missing...
He would come, only in an unexpected manner.
Chaos was brewing. She saw it, felt it, and soon...
A black raven would fly into the hall, holding a letter. Once it saw her, the raven ignored all else and dropped the letter into her hand.
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Stay right where you are.
~ King Edric 'Storm' of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, step-father of Dragons, Chosen Son of the Seven, Dragonborn, Herald of Thunder, the Liberator and the Scourge of the Great Grass Sea.
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Rain and thunder would come, its herald thundering through Vaes Dothrak with a wave of screams and terror in his wake. More dragons would soar in the skies. She walked outside and saw their flames in the distance. All three reigned over the skies, united.
The surrounding Dothraki had taken to their mounts and rode out, likely seeking out their weapons... or running.
"Is this the Stallion?" One of the Dothraki crones muttered in Dothraki. "Was he never meant to unite us, but only destroy... this can't be."
No matter the case, the dosh khaleen would never leave Vaes Dothrak. Even now.
It was just as he said... nothing would stand in his way. This was not the power of a king, or a dragon. It was the power of a god, one that even all the khalasars in the world were at the mercy of. His arrival was inevitable as the sunrise.
The fighting lasted a day and night, all around Vaes Dothrak, and Daenerys remained... unmoving.
He rode down with a massive pack of horses in his wake, one of which was her own silver.
"At long last,"
He spoke when he saw her, his once golden cape tattered and draped entirely in blood. Even his black armour had shades of red. A pair of purple eyes glowed through his antlered greathelm.
"The Targaryen princess in distress."