Chapter 12: Dothraki Betrayal
[ Betrayal Uncovered – Qarth outskirts, dawn]
The sun was a fiery, orange orb, peeking over the horizon. The air was cool, the wind a gentle caress. The Qartheen outskirts, a vast, flat expanse of dry, cracked earth and scrubby bushes, were filled with the scent of saltwater, exotic spices, and the perfume of a thousand hidden lies. Adam, his senses a low, humming vibration, moved through the camp. He was searching for a Dothraki betrayal. The system's passive quest tracker had already tagged them as traitors. Adam's Witcher senses, sharpened by the Dragon Blood trait, picked up on their unique emotional signature—a blend of raw survival instinct, buried resentment, and a fierce, untamed loyalty. The system's passive quest tracker had already tagged him as a potential recruit.
"Inner monologue: Dothraki traitors. They're no different from the rest. Gold is their god. And they'll betray their khaleesi for a handful of coins. Pathetic. They don't see the dragon. They see a prize. I'll make them regret it. 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. Dothraki turncoats and Viserys? Same trash, different day."
Adam used Disguise, a subtle spell, to make himself blend in with the shadows. He had overheard the whispers. The plans. The betrayal. The warlock's plot. He knew what they were planning. He knew what they wanted. They wanted to use Daenerys. To use her dragons. And then they wanted to get rid of her.
DISGUISE SIGN USED. STAMINA: 15/100. QUEST: UNCOVER PLOT, 50 XP.
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.
"I'm loyal!" Viserys shrieked, his voice a frantic, forced confession. "I'm so loyal!" The Dothraki around him were staring, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He was a king. And he was begging for loyalty. Adam's lips curled into a small, humorless smile. "He's a broken record," he muttered under his breath.
[ Dothraki Clash – Qarth plains, morning]
The sun was high in the sky, a blazing inferno. The air was thick with dust and the smell of sweat. Adam, Lyra, Tomas, and Kael were standing in a small, intricate symbol etched on the ground between them. Yrden. A trap sign. A subtle, lethal spell. They were fighting Dothraki traitors. They were a pack now. A pack of Witchers. An army of monster hunters. An army that would protect her. An army that would get her to the Iron Throne. An army that would end Viserys. Slowly. Painfully. One step at a time.
"Inner monologue: They picked the wrong queen. The wrong place. The wrong time. 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 arakhs and rusty swords. They were looking for a prize. They were looking for a queen. They had found death.
"You picked the 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. QUEST: PROTECT DAENERYS, 100 XP.
Adam didn't hesitate. He used his sword, a cold, lethal blur, to cut them down. Their bodies crumpled to the floor, blood blooming on the stone floor. The scent of death, the scent of fear, filled the air. "Betray her, you burn," Adam said, his voice a low growl, a promise of violence.
[ Dragon Check – Qarth garden, noon]
The sun was high in the sky, a blazing inferno. The air was thick with dust and the smell of sweat. Adam, Lyra, and Kael were standing by a small, tranquil pond, the three dragon eggs nestled between them. They pulsed with a faint, internal heat, a quiet, slumbering power. Adam was studying them. He was a Witcher. He was a man of science and magic. He knew the secrets of alchemy, of signs, of spells. He knew how to harness power. He knew how to awaken it. He knew how to make it his own.
"Inner monologue: The eggs are her destiny. Her future. Her legacy. I'll make sure they hatch. I'll make sure she's a queen. A dragon queen. I'll make sure her brother is a memory. A pathetic, whimpering memory. A footnote in history. I'll get her to the Iron Throne. And I'll make sure everyone who stands in our way pays a price. A bloody, agonizing price. Starting with this city of thieves and liars."
Daenerys, her face a mask of quiet resolve, watched as Adam knelt by the dragon eggs. They pulsed with a faint, internal heat, a quiet, slumbering power. She ran a hand over the scaly surface of the black egg, her fingers tracing the faint, shimmering patterns. "My dragons grow stronger," she said, her voice a whisper, her eyes distant.
Adam nodded slowly. He had crafted a Grapeshot bomb, a small, lethal device, a cocktail of explosive power and sharp steel. A little insurance.
ALCHEMY LEVEL 6, GRAPESHOT BOMB CRAFTED. 150 GOLD USED. 50 XP GAINED.
He heard a sudden, high-pitched wail of pain, of surprise, of utter humiliation, came from behind them. Viserys had stumbled, his foot caught in a small fountain, and he had faceplanted, his face a grotesque mask of mud and pain. The guards 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. "He's his own downfall," Adam muttered under his breath.
[ Qartheen Support – Qarth palace, night]
The palace of the Thirteen was a monument to opulence and excess. The walls were made of polished lapis lazuli, the floors were a shimmering mosaic of mother-of-pearl, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the perfume of a thousand hidden lies. Adam, Daenerys, and their small entourage, a blend of loyal Dothraki, the quiet, watchful Lyra, and a new recruit, Kael, stood before the council of the Thirteen. They were discussing the journey to Qarth. The danger. The rumors. The possibilities. Adam was the one who was guiding the conversation. He was the one who had a plan. A strategy. A purpose. He was the one who had a Witcher's instincts. He felt it on the back of his neck. The prickle of danger. The scent of blood. The sound of a whispered ambush. Assassins. 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."
He used Flame Ward, a powerful defensive spell, to impress the Qartheen. A shimmering, ethereal shield of pure magic, a faint blue glow that pulsed around his body. The Qartheen stared, their faces a mixture of shock and fear.
FLAME WARD USED. STAMINA: 15/100. QUEST: STRENGTHEN ALLIANCE, 50 XP.
"Your power is undeniable," one of the Qartheen said, his voice a low, hushed whisper.
"It keeps dragons safe," Adam said, his voice a low, firm promise. 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.
"I'm so sorry!" Viserys shrieked, his voice a frantic, forced confession. Adam's lips curled into a small, humorless smile. "He's a broken record," he muttered under his breath.
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