Chapter 5: Forging the Path
Training Grounds –
Pentos outskirts, morning The sun was a searing orb in the sky, beating down on the training grounds. The air was thick with dust and the scent of sweat. Adam was standing across from Lyra, a small, intricate symbol etched on the ground between them. Yrden. A trap sign. A subtle, lethal spell. He was teaching her. He was showing her the secrets of his craft. The knowledge. She was a sponge, soaking it all up. She was a Witcher in the making.
"Inner monologue: Lyra's my first step to an army. My first soldier. My first student. She's a fast learner. She's hungry for knowledge. She's going to be a force of nature. And Viserys… he's just a punching bag. A distraction. A fly in the ointment. I'll get rid of him. But for now, he's my entertainment. My little puppet."
"This magic is unreal," Lyra said, her voice a breathless whisper, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and wonder.
Adam gave her a small, grim smile. "Stick with me," he said. "It gets wilder."
He heard the sound of Viserys's voice, a high-pitched, whiny protest from the other side of the camp. Adam gave Lyra a small, knowing smile. "He's at it again," he said. He focused on Viserys, a subtle mental compulsion. Axii. He made him beg. He made him grovel. He made him tell the world what he truly was. A pathetic, whimpering mess.
AXII SIGN USED. STAMINA: 10/100. QUEST: HUMILIATE VISERYS, 50 XP.
Viserys's face contorted, a mask of agony and rage. "Give me scraps!" he shrieked, his voice a high-pitched cry. "Please! I'm so hungry!" The Dothraki around him were staring, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He was a king. And he was begging for food. Adam's lips curled into a small, humorless smile. "He's a starving dragon now," he muttered under his breath.
Daenerys's Resolve – Campsite, noon The sun was high in the sky, a blazing inferno. The air was thick with dust and the smell of sweat. Daenerys and Adam were sitting in a small, private tent, a map of the world spread between them. They were discussing the journey to Qarth. The strategy. The image. The future. Daenerys was a queen. She needed to look like a queen. She needed to act like a queen. And Adam was her advisor. Her shield. Her rock.
"Inner monologue: She's a visionary. She dreams of a throne. I'll get her there. But I have to do it my way. I'm not a politician. I'm a weapon. And a weapon needs to be used wisely. Qarth is a nest of vipers. But I'm a snake charmer. And I'll show them who's in charge. I'll make sure she's safe. And I'll get rid of her brother. Slowly. Painfully. One step at a time."
"Qarth expects a queen," Daenerys said, her voice a whisper, her eyes distant.
Adam's lips curled into a small, grim smile. "They'll get a legend," he said, his voice a low hum. "They'll get a dragon. And they'll get me." He had crafted a Black Blood potion, a small, lethal concoction, a cocktail of dark magic and deadly poison. He had it hidden in his bag. A little insurance.
ALCHEMY LEVEL 3, BLACK BLOOD POTION CRAFTED. 150 GOLD USED. 50 XP GAINED.
He used Disguise again, a subtle spell, to make himself blend in with the shadows. He had overheard Viserys's frantic, desperate pleas to Illyrio. He was trying to find a way to get rid of Daenerys. To get his army. His crown. The fool.
DISGUISE SIGN USED. STAMINA: 15/100. QUEST: HUMILIATE VISERYS, 50 XP.
Lyra, who had been listening from a distance, came closer, her face a mask of awe. "You're a mastermind," she said, her voice a breathless whisper. Adam gave her a small, knowing smile. "Just getting started," he said.
Dothraki Clash – Pentos outskirts, evening The sun was setting, painting the sky in a fiery, orange hue. The streets of Pentos, a winding, chaotic labyrinth, were filled with the sound of music, laughter, and the low murmur of conversation. Adam, Daenerys, and Lyra were walking, a small, silent party. They felt it on the back of their necks. The prickle of danger. The scent of blood. The sound of a whispered ambush. Dothraki rebels. Of course. Viserys's doing. The fool.
"Inner monologue: They're getting desperate. They're getting stupid. They're a pathetic, whimpering mess. I'll show them. I'll make them regret the day they were born. For threatening her. For trying to hurt her. For trying to take what isn't theirs. I'll show them what happens when you cross a queen and her Witcher. I'll make them an example. A lesson in pain. A lesson in fear."
They came out of the shadows, a group of three, their faces a grotesque mask of rage. They were armed with whips and rusty swords. They were looking for a prize. They were looking for a queen. They had found death.
"Wrong day, wrong queen," Adam said, his voice a low, gravelly hum, a promise of violence. He didn't even draw his sword. He used Yrden, a subtle, lethal spell, to trap them in an intricate web of shimmering blue light. They were immobilized, frozen in place. They were at his mercy.
YRDEN SIGN USED. STAMINA: 15/100. 150 XP GAINED.
Adam didn't hesitate. He used his sword, a cold, lethal blur, to cut them down. Their bodies crumpled to the dust, blood blooming on the parched earth. Daenerys stared, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe. "You never falter," she said, her voice a whisper, her eyes soft.
A sudden, high-pitched yelp of pain, of surprise, of utter humiliation, came from behind them. Viserys had stumbled, his foot caught in a pile of mud, and he had faceplanted, his face a grotesque mask of mud and pain. The crowd around them erupted into laughter. Adam grinned. He had used Aard. A simple, telekinetic push.
AARD SIGN USED. STAMINA: 10/100. QUEST: HUMILIATE VISERYS, 50 XP.
"This is madness!" Viserys shrieked, his voice a muffled cry. Adam gave him a small, mocking smile. "Snakes belong in the dirt," he muttered under his breath.
Night Vows – Tent, night The night sky was a vast, inky expanse, dotted with a million pinpricks of light. The air was cool, the wind a gentle caress. Adam and Daenerys were sitting in a small, private tent, a map of the world spread between them. They were planning the journey to Qarth. The defenses. The strategy. The future. Adam was the one who had a plan. A strategy. A purpose. He was the one who had unlocked the Monsters Book. He had an entry for wights. He had a plan.
"Inner monologue: Qarth will fear us. They'll fear her. They'll fear the dragons. And they'll fear me. I'm just the muscle. The weapon. The shield. She's the queen. The fire. The blood. We're a team now. A queen and her Witcher. A perfect match. A perfect plan."
MONSTERS BOOK, WIGHT ENTRY UNLOCKED. 50 XP GAINED.
"Qarth will fear us," Daenerys said, her voice a whisper, her eyes distant.
Adam's lips curled into a small, grim smile. "They'll fear you," he said, his voice a low hum. "I'm just the muscle."
Lyra, who had been listening from a distance, came closer, her face a mask of awe. "And I'm learning fast," she said, her voice a low, firm promise. "Teach me everything."
"Snake's running out of time," Adam quipped, a small, triumphant grin on his face. He had a plan. He had an ally. He had a Witcher. And he was just getting started.
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