Three days had passed since their arrival in this city and now it was time to make the trade for the Unsullied. Jafaar followed Dany, her knights and her pitiful Khalasaar towards the City from the harbour. Jafaar rode alongside Dany's silver mare as her knights flanked the sides, the bloodriders in the front while the 2 dozen dothraki followed behind her and the roof-less litter that chained three unsettled dragons. Lastly, the copper skinned young girl trailed right behind Dany, explaining every little thing they came upon.
[Name: Jafaar zo Azar
Age: 16
Level: Apprentice
MP: 8
MP Regen: 3MP/Day
Influence Points: 3
Spells: Create Magic Item/ Magic Bullet/ Magic Shield/ Cure Illness/ Mend Wounds/ Summon Familiar/ Agent]
He checked his status with a smile, 'It will change for the better after today.' he mused as he would soon find himself next to the head of an army. All his sufferings and wait would be rewarded at this time as he reaped the harvest of his efforts these last few months.
He dismissed the transparent window and looked at the serious looking queen next to her, "I should have a banner sown… any suggestions?" He tried to ease the mood.
Dany looked at him with the same apprehension she always did whenever he started a conversation with her, "I had the thought just now, Lord Magus. Might I request that you leave me the sanctuary of my mind?" she pleaded with a helpless expression.
'I don't need to read your thoughts, I know them already.' he chuckled at her, "Whatever do you mean dragon mother? I was simply seeking a suggestion."
Dany sighed in exasperation, she owed far too much to him, not just her life but the lives of many in her Khalasaar, to enter into an argument with him. Especially when she might soon need his protection again if her plan fails. The young tween translator besides had assured her of the unquestioned loyalty carved into the Unsullied, but she couldn't help but remain apprehensive.
They passed the lines of masters and their slaves upon the Walk of Punishment until they came upon the Good Master of Astapor, seated under the shadow of a golden Harpy with ivory sharp teeth rusted chains dangling from her claws. Nearly 20 feet high, it watched over them with a dead look.
Most of the GoodMasters of Astapor were pigly men, seated atop ornate chairs and litters carried by many slaves and roofed to keep away the fury of high sun. A dozen lancers stood between the Good Masters and the many nobles of the city that had come to witness the trade and lay their eyes on the last of the living dragons. There were slaves carrying trays of exotic foods and sweet wines, shuttling between them to keep them entertained.
They passed rows after rows of brick men, garbed in grey leather and pointed helms, each holding a spear and a shield, each as still as a statue. As they reached them, the Good Master Kraznys gave them a wise tip to "Blood them early", Jafaar couldn't help but smile at his words and the irony that was missed by nearly all present.
Dany walked to the litter, grabbing Dragon's chains and handing them to the Master while receiving the ornate whip of gold and ivory. "Is it done then? Do they belong to me now?" she asked the man who tried to get the laying dragon to move.
"It is done." the man replied.
She mounted her horse again, raising the whip for all to see as she started to yell in High Valyrian, "YOU ARE MINE!" she yelled as her horse galloped about the ranks of the Unsullied, "YOU ARE THE DRAGON'S NOW! YOU'RE BOUGHT AND PAID FOR! IT IS DONE! IT IS DONE!"
Her words in high Valyrian left the masters in a stupor, "You speak Valyrian!?" Kraznys spoke at tugged the chains of the unmoving dragon, "It won't come." he complained.
"There is a reason. A dragon is no slave." she whipped his face, slashing it in near half as she spoke a single word, "Dracarys."
The unmoving dragon raised its horned head and opened its maw, orange and black flames speared the man as the other dragons were unchained. The masters stumbled from their highchairs and litters as they yelled at the Unsullied to protect them but the brick soldiers stood still, deaf to their pleas.
Dany sighed in relief and finally commanded her new army, "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see!" She threw her whip and the slaughter began.
The Unsullied speared every master and soldier in their paths while dragons whined and fire spread through the city. Soon the same slaves that were serving them wine of fruits were now draining the life from their masters.
"Ahhh~" As the chaos unfolded around him, Jafaar moaned in ecstasy as his eyes glowed with a gleam.
[Influence Points: 3]
[Influence Points: 13]
[Influence Points: 23]
[Influence Points: 33]
The points rose by the second. Finally his plans had borne fruit.
Seeing his smiling face, Ser Barriston grew restless, thinking that the man was smiling at the slaughter as all the dreadful rumours about Jafaar came to his mind. Even though he knew that the man had spread them himself and that there was little truth to them, he still couldn't help but shiver at the chance that it might be true, "You seem cheerful, Lord Magus."
"The ruins of a dead empire. I've never really liked harpies." Jafaar raised his hand towards the silent half human half bird watching the slaughter of its people with indifferent eyes.
*Boom!*
A shockwave burst forth, hitting the gold statue with such force it deafened the masters hiding behind it, seeking sanctuary, and the subsequent ringing of metal pierced the ears of everyone present as the statue tilted bank and fell with a resounding, *THUND*.
The city paused for a moment, their eyes drifted between the red headed man and the fallen goddess, even the mindless Unsullied halted, curious and surprised at the loud sound.
Ser Barriston and Jorah went wide eyed at such an abrupt and wonton display of power, their previous assessments of Jafaar fell to the dirt along with the great harpy as they grew even more apprehensive and fearful of his strength.
*Whine!*
The dragons recovered first, as if emboldened and wanting to challenge the loud sound that came before, with their own roars. They resumed their rain of fire and as the master ran to take shelter, under roofs and behind walls, only to be swept away by the Unsullied and their parade of blood and spears.
The freed slaves quickly took up arms to kill their former masters, looting and pillaging. The tragedies, that Ser Jorah had assured Dany would not occur with the Unsullied, were instead occurring through the slaves that she had freed. Having seen a chance to vent a lifetime of grudges, the slaves subjected their masters to the same measure of generosity that they had bestowed upon the slaves.
It was hours before the Unsullied gathered before their new Queen again, having butchered every master in every house in the city. Dany commanded the remaining freemen to gather before her. "You are now freemen! You have no more masters!" she declared to a cheering crowd. She stood before them as a queen, bathing in their awe and gratitude. The image of her galloping on her silver steed and countless hands reaching out to her in worship overlapped with the scene before her.
Afterwards she appointed a council of three men to rule the city into a better future; a healer, a scribe and a priest.
While she was wasting her time, Jafaar had taken a dozen of the dothraki and filled a few carts with gold and jewels, something that they were most eager to do. The owners were not using them so what harm was there in them taking it. Besides, looting is far more enjoyable than ruling in his opinion, 'Huh… guess the dothraki have rubbed off on me.' he chuckled as he took a silver bracelet with a big sapphire encrusted in the center and tried it on.
He took a spare parchment and scribbled some words on it and gave them to Ser Barristan, "What is this?" the knight inquired.
"For safekeeping. I trust your honor to keep it unread and unseen by any, until such time I ask for it." Jafara was cryptic and Ser Barristan uncomfortable but the old knight accepted the parchment anyway before walking away and managing the affairs of his queen's army.