The flames of Volantis painted the night sky in shades of crimson and gold, a funeral pyre for the oldest of the Free Cities. From my perch atop the Great Pyramid as I watch this pathetic city burned.
This was the city that rise up for that pretender and then try to claim the legacy of the freehold. He had to thank his stupid nephew to make these imbeciles truly feel fire and blood.
A red portal swirled to life behind me out of it my knight commander, Mallor of Mantarys, stepped through first. He had been a captain in Mantarys once, before my army had rolled over his city like a tide of bones. Now he wore the black and crimson of my house, a Valyrian steel sword at his hip one of the thousand my forges had produced.
Behind him came the prisoners.
The first was a man who could only be a Triarch, if his silk robes and gold-chased sandals were any indication. He was middle-aged, with the silver-gold hair that marked the Old Blood, though his features had softened into something almost mundane. His face was a mask of fury barely contained, his hands bound before him with simple rope.
Behind him came more of his kind. The Tiger Party leaders, the Elephant Party and the priestesses of the Lord of Light.
And then came the women.
I turned fully now, my gaze sweeping over them. There were perhaps thirty in total, ranging from young maidens to matrons with silver-streaked hair. All of them carried the unmistakable markers of Valyrian blood the pale hair, the violet (and unfortunately blue or grey eyes) the fine-boned features that had once marked the rulers of the known world.
One of them, a woman perhaps thirty years of age with hair like spun moonlight, met my gaze without flinching. Her chin was raised, her back straight. A wife of one of the Triarchs, if the quality of her gown was any indication.
"You stand in the presence of Aurion Vorysion, Dragonlord of Valyria Reborn, Master of the Freehold, Lord of Dragonhome, and rightful ruler of all lands once held by the Freehold. You will kneel."
The Triarch spat "you are no Dragonlord," he snarled. "You are a corpse-fucker who hides behind dead men and stolen magic. My ancestors built this city while yours were…"
I raised a single finger.
The shadows in the room moved. They flowed like liquid darkness across the floor, pooling around the Triarch's legs, climbing his body. His tirade cut off as his limbs locked, his jaw seized, his eyes went wide with terror.
"You were saying?" I asked mildly. The other prisoners stared at their former leader with expressions ranging from horror to vindication. I let the silence stretch for a long moment before releasing him. The shadows receded, and the Triarch collapsed to his knees, gasping, his earlier defiance shattered into shards of terror.
"Let me be clear," I said, addressing all of them now. "I did not come here to negotiate. I did not come here to bargain. I came here to reclaim what was stolen from me from all of us." I gestured broadly, taking in the burning city beyond the pyramid walls. "Four hundred years ago, the Doom took our homeland. Four hundred years, and in all that time, none of you dared to rebuild what was lost."
"But I am not without mercy the men of Valyrian blood will be permitted to live. You will take wives from the lesser families of Volantis, from the merchant houses, from the slaves who now work my fields. You will breed. You will teach your children the old tongue, the old ways. You will serve me, and in return, you will be lords of a new empire."
A murmur ran through the male prisoners. Some looked relieved.
"The women," I said, and the chamber fell silent, "will serve a different purpose."
I let my gaze drift across them slowly, deliberately. "Every woman here of Valyrian descent will be taken into my household as a concubine. Your marriages to the men of this city are hereby dissolved. Your loyalty, your bodies, and your children will belong to me."
The reaction was immediate.
A man one of the Elephant Party merchants, balding and soft stepped forward with a cry of outrage. "You cannot! My wife is…."
He did not finish the sentence. A golden portal opened beside his head a blade piercing his head. The merchant's headless corpse crumpled to the floor.
"Does anyone else wish to voice an objection?"
"Good, now Mallor." I said it's simple.
"My lord" my loyal man stepped forward.
"The men will be given quarters in the lower city. See that they are fed, clothed, and given the texts I have prepared. They will begin learning High Valyrian immediately I have no interest in ruling a kingdom that cannot speak its own tongue. The women will be taken to the upper chambers and prepared for my pleasure."
Mallor hesitated for a fraction of a second. "All of them, my lord?"
"All of them, the married, the maiden, the widowed, I care not".
As both group were escorted out, that only left me with the red priestess.
They knelt in a loose semicircle before my throne, perhaps a dozen in total. Their robes were the crimson of their order.
At their center was a woman with hair the color of copper fire. This woman and her followers has surrounded quickly in his invasion.
"You are Kinvara," I said.
"I am," she replied. Her voice was calm, measured. "High Priestess of the Lord of Light in Volantis. Or I was, until this night."
"Your god did not protect your city."
"My god does not concern himself with cities," she said, and there was no fear in her voice. "He concerns himself with the war against the darkness. The war that is coming. The war that you, Dragonlord, were sent to this world to fight."
I leaned back on my throne, studying her. "You do not kneel."
"I kneel only to the Lord of Light." Her lips curved into the faintest smile. "But I have seen you in the flames, Dragonlord. Night after night, for years. Long before your legions marched from Valyria."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"The priests of R'hllor have watched the fires since the Doom consumed your homeland. We have seen many things the birth of dragons in the far west, the rise of the Stallion Who Mounts the World, the cold darkness gathering in the furthest north." She paused, her golden eyes never leaving mine. "But we have never seen a fire like yours."
"The Lord of Light showed us," Kinvara continued, rising smoothly to her feet. The guards tensed, but I raised a hand, stilling them. "He showed us a figure rising from the ashes of Old Valyria. A dragon with five heads, breathing golden fire. An army of the dead marching beneath a burning banner. A king who would remake the world."
She walked toward me, her crimson robes trailing across the bloodstained marble. The guards moved to intercept her, but I waved them back. Let her come.
"You think I am this king," I said.
"I know you are, the flames do not lie, Dragonlord. They showed me a man who would break the wheel of this world. Who would shatter the old powers and forge something new from their ruins. Who would stand against the darkness that comes from the North."
"They showed me Azor Ahai reborn. The Prince That Was Promised. Wielding Lightbringer, leading the armies of the living against the cold dead. And his face was your face, Dragonlord. His crown was your crown."
I studied her for a long moment. She was sincere I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. These fanatics genuinely believed I was their messiah.
Despite that I possess the same power as their great enemy, they still believe I was this ancient hero. I could use this to my advantage after all this religion of the Lord of light was the biggest religion of all the east.
-late-
After finishing the meeting with the fanatics, I have finally decided to check my system notifications.
[Feat Achieved: Conquer Volantis +3 Rolls Granted, Subjugate the Red Temple +3 Rolls Granted, Gain the Loyalty of Kinvara, High Priestess of R'hllor +2 Rolls Granted, being recognized as the reincarnation of as Azor Ahai reborn +3 Rolls Granted, Establish Concubine Program +1 Roll Granted, Execute a Triarch Publicly +1 Roll Granted. Total Rolls Available: 13]
I dismissed the notification for now, there were more immediate concerns.
The Volantene conquest would need to be consolidated. The city was vast, its population numbering in the hundreds of thousands, and while my undead legions had broken its resistance that wasn't enough.
Which brought me to the men I had spared.
The male Valyrians of Volantis were a pathetic lot, by and large. Centuries of soft living had reduced the blood of Old Valyria no greater than most lesser mortals… I would have to remake them after all this city would be ruled by them for my empire, until one of my children proved good enough to rule this city. I would begin with the children. Take them young, teach them the old ways, breed the weakness out of their bloodlines over generations. The fathers would serve their purpose as studs, nothing more. And if any of them proved troublesome... Well, my army could always use more soldiers.
A soft footfall drew my attention, and I turned to find Albedo gliding into the chamber. Her white dress had been replaced with something more martial, a black gown edged in crimson that hugged her form and left little to the imagination.
"My Lord," she said, sinking into a deep curtsey. "The city is secure. Your undead patrols have established control of the walls and the key thoroughfares. The harbor is ours, though a handful of ships fled during the fighting. I took the liberty of sinking them."
"Good work" I slightly praise getting a smile out of her. "The Triarch who attempted to flee was a member of the Elephant Party. A merchant prince named Doniphos Vaelaros. He thought to buy his way past our blockade with gold."
"And?"
"I let him watch his ships burn before I brought him back. He awaits your judgment in the cells below, should you wish to make another example."
I considered this for a moment, then shook my head. "No. The public execution of a Triarch served its purpose. A second would begin to look like cruelty rather than justice. Have him gelded and sent to the mines. He can spend the remainder of his short life digging dragonglass in the mines of the freehold."
"As you command." Albedo paused, and I could see the question forming behind her eyes. She was not one to hesitate often, which meant whatever she wished to ask was something she knew I might not wish to answer.
"Speak."
"The concubines, my Lord." Her voice was carefully neutral. "The women of Valyrian blood. You have ordered them prepared for your pleasure. I merely wished to know... how you intend to proceed."
I studied her for a long moment, reading the jealousy that she was so carefully trying to hide. It was almost endearing, in its way.
"I intend to use them as their blood dictates," I said finally. "They will bear my children, strengthen the bloodlines of the new Valyria, and serve as the foundation of a new noble class. Nothing more."
"And when they have served their purpose?"
"They won't with my power rejuvenate their bodies and wombs but if I can't, they will live the rest of their lives in my home as servants or pleasure slaves".
The tension in her shoulders eased almost imperceptibly. "And what of the priestess? Kinvara?"
That was a more interesting question. It was almost amusing. I had seen the Others in my vision, felt their cold presence, and knew that I would destroy them in time. But I was no savior.
Still, their belief could be weaponized. Religion was power, of a different sort than armies or magic, but power nonetheless.
"Kinvara will be useful," I said. "The Lord of Light has followers across the East. If she truly believes I am this Azor Ahai reborn, she will spread that word. And when I march on the other Free Cities, I will be not merely a conqueror, but a prophet. Men fight harder for a god than any man."
"A convenient belief, my Lord" Albedo said looking at me with simple fanaticism as the red priest making me sigh.
-late-
As I entered the chamber, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away. The room was vast, with high ceilings and walls of polished black stone. And everywhere I looked, there were women.
They filled the chamber, arranged in neat rows, each one naked and laid out on a plush cushion.
I first selected one of the older women. Her eyes flashed with defiance as I approached her, but she knew better than to resist. I laid her down on the plush cushion, spreading her legs wide.
"Let me taste you," I growled, burying my face between her thighs. She gasped, her hips bucking against my mouth as I licked and sucked at her most intimate flesh. I could feel her resistance melting away, her body responding to my touch despite herself.
As I pleasured the older woman, I beckoned to seven of the younger girls. They approached hesitantly, their eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
I had them line up in front of me, their bodies trembling. "On your knees," I commanded, and they obeyed without question. I took each one in turn, pumping into them with ruthless efficiency. Their tight, virginal bodies clenched around me, their moans filling the air.
The older woman watched as I claimed her daughters, her eyes widening in horror. But I could see the desire in them too, the way she longed to be filled like them. I smirked at her, taking a particular relish in showing her what she would soon experience.
As I finished with each girl, I pulled out, letting my seed drip onto their thighs. They looked up at me with a mix of fear and awe, their bodies marked by my touch.
As I neared my own release I hit her with one last thrust filling her womb with my seed getting a scream out of her.
After pulling out and leaving her exhausted with her daughters I left her, moving on to the next group of women.
-late-
I continued writing, the quill scratching against parchment as I laid out my terms for Lys in precise. The same terms I had given Volantis. Surrender and Bend the knee. The men of Valyrian blood would be spared, permitted to live as petty lords beneath my sovereignty. The women of pure descent would enter my household. The magisters would be executed or gelded depending on their conduct. The city would burn if they refused.
I set the quill aside and let my attention turn inward.
[The Black Library - Legendary Structure]
A repository of forbidden knowledge materializes within your pocket dimension. Within its shelves lie texts stolen from dying worlds and fallen civilizations: the spellbooks of vanquished sorcerers, the genealogies of extinct bloodlines, the detailed accounts of empires that reached too high and were struck down. The Library grows as you conquer, automatically cataloging the magical knowledge of each territory you claim. Its guardians are bound spirits who serve as librarians, tutors, and, when necessary protector of the library.
[Titan's Grip - Uncommon Power]
Your physical strength multiplies. You can now wield weapons that would crush lesser men, shatter castle gates with your bare hands, and throw war horses across battlefields. In your dragon form, this strength scales proportionally your claws can rend through fortress walls, and your tails can sweep away entire companies of soldiers.
[Voice of Command - Rare Perk]
Your voice carries the weight of absolute authority. When you speak, lesser wills bend. Soldiers hesitate to raise weapons against you. Rulers find their defiance crumbling when you address them directly. This is not mind control. Those of exceptional will or magical power can resist, but the common man will kneel before he realizes he has done so.
[Lumber Tree - Rare Plant]
This large tree is odd, by cutting down this tree you will randomly receive a type of wood found in Vana'diel, the tree will respawn once per day.
[Aid - Common ability]
You are capable of healing others and yourself by expending your energy, but not by a very substantial amount. You might be able to heal scratches, scrapes and bruises. Healing effectiveness is dependent on the power difference between you and the target
[Architect - Common Skill]
You are very skilled at the craft of Architecture, designing buildings and structures that both look good and hold up well. You could design entire cities, well, minus the infrastructure. But you could still easily get a job as an architect
[Berserker Armor - Uncommon item]
A magical armor created by a Dwarven Blacksmith. This armor is exceptionally durable and shapes itself to fit the wearer perfectly. The berserker armor has the ability to enhance its users' performance by suppressing their pain aversion or mental limiters, allowing them to push their bodies to the utmost limit. The armor will also actively impale the wearer's body in the case that they suffer damage to pin their body back together. The armor will also magically repair itself over time. But it has the drawback of amplifying the user's negative emotions as well, requiring careful moderation of one's emotions to use effectively.
Sources: berserk
[Blade of Light - Rare Ability]
Infuse your blade with light that reinforces and mimics the properties of your armament, swords can send out slashes of light, hammers produce golden shockwaves etc.
[Blood Manipulation - Common Ability]
Allows you to telekinetically control your own blood, but you can't generate more blood without regeneration so be wise about spending it.
[Light and Nightfury - Uncommon Familiar
A breeding pair of a Nightfury and Lightfury, they are semi-aquatic agile lithe dragons who can release unique plasma breaths in contrast to the regular dragon fire breath. They are very fast and intelligent and possess great stealth abilities despite being dragons.
[Dowsing - Common Ability]
Allows you to detect metals around you like a mental radar, the more valuable a metal is, the more distinct its presence in your radar.
[Eros Hide - Common Ability]
Allows you to erect an aura around yourself and your partner, making it so that people do not perceive your actions done in that aura as sexual or indecent. You could have sex in public and no one would bat an eye.
[Genderswap - Common Ability]
Allows you to swap your gender and the genders of those who don't or can't resist your ability. The swapped gender version will usually be in a form that you yourself find attractive. You could also go halfway if need be.
I don't think I need any rolls anymore. At this point. I have everything that I could possibly need and now I know what to do with the idiots that I can more into something useful for me I can just switch there gender and use them as my concubines.
Regardless, I think i'm in the point that I have won it would only takes time. After learning what Lys would respond with I would deal with the sea of savages and then for the rest of the free cities.
XxX
I don't think I'll do more rolls for this start at this point the mc is way too overpowered some might argue way too overpowered in chapter 1.