Chapter 15: Qartheen Power
[ 57: Qartheen Influence – Qarth palace, morning]
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: Qarth's ours. Viserys is nothing. A pathetic, whimpering mess. I'll make him disappear. I'll make him a ghost. A whisper. A ghost in a haunted house. And I'll make sure my Witchers are strong enough to protect her. To protect the dragons. To protect the future. We're a fortress. Unbreakable. Unstoppable. And Viserys is a crumbling ruin."
Adam used his charisma, his dragon blood charisma, to negotiate Qartheen support. He was a force to be reckoned with. The Qartheen were impressed. They were in awe. They were afraid. They would do anything he said. Anything.
DRAGON BLOOD TRAIT USED. CHARISMA BOOST, 100 XP GAINED.
"Your power is unmatched," one of the Qartheen said, his voice a low, hushed whisper.
"Forces protect queens," 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 want gold!" Viserys shrieked, his voice a frantic, forced confession. Adam's lips curled into a small, humorless smile. "He's a gold-hungry fool," Adam muttered under his breath.
[ 58: Dragon Guard – 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, Tomas, 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 are safe," she said, her voice a whisper, her eyes distant.
Adam nodded slowly. He had crafted a Swallow potion, a small, lethal concoction, a cocktail of healing power and dark magic. He had it hidden in his bag. A little insurance.
ALCHEMY LEVEL 7, SWALLOW POTION CRAFTED. 100 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 a passing merchant. 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.
Tomas, who had been listening from a distance, came closer, his face a mask of awe. "We're your wall," he said, his voice a breathless whisper. "We'll protect them."
"Because I'm here," Adam said, his voice a low, firm promise. "And I have my Witchers. We're a fortress. And we're unbreakable."
[ 59: Qartheen Skirmish – Qarth streets, evening]
The sun was setting, painting the sky in a fiery, orange hue. The streets of Qarth, a winding, chaotic labyrinth, were filled with the sound of music, laughter, and the low murmur of conversation. Adam, Daenerys, and their small entourage, a blend of loyal Dothraki, the quiet, watchful Lyra, and a new recruit, Kael, 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. Spies. 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 daggers and rusty swords. They were looking for a prize. They were looking for a queen. They had found death.
"Spies? Too easy," Adam said, his voice a low, gravelly hum, a promise of violence. He didn't even draw his sword. He used Quen, a shimmering, ethereal shield of pure magic, a faint blue glow that pulsed around his body. The daggers, the swords, all bounced off his shield. 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.
QUEN SIGN USED. STAMINA: 10/100. QUEST: PROTECT DAENERYS, 100 XP. KILL 10 ENEMIES (350/500 XP).
Daenerys stared, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe. "You're unstoppable," she said, her voice a whisper, her eyes soft. "You're my shield."
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 puddle, 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 absurd!" Viserys shrieked, his voice a muffled cry. Adam gave him a small, mocking smile. "He's a broken crown now," Adam muttered under his breath.
[ 60: Night Plans – Qarth inn, night]
The inn was a warm, cozy place, a welcome respite from the chaos of the streets. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and sweet wine. Adam and Daenerys were sitting in a small, private room, a small fire crackling in the hearth. They were discussing the day's events. The attack. The ambush. The threats. 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 had just finished playing a round of Gwent, a small, lethal game, a cocktail of strategy and luck. He had won a new card, a Keira card, a powerful defensive card. A little insurance.
GWENT PLAYED. KEIRA CARD WON. 50 XP GAINED.
"We're a team," Daenerys said, her voice a whisper, her eyes soft. "And we're the best one."
"And the best one," Adam said, his voice a low, firm promise. "We have dragons, we have Witchers, we have Gwent. We're unstoppable."
Kael, who had been listening from a distance, came closer, his face a mask of awe. "We're ready," he said, his voice a breathless whisper. "We'll protect you."
"The snake's out of moves," Adam said. "He's a cornered animal. And cornered animals get put down."
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