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The orange glow of the rising sun finally breached the heavy clouds of the Velvet Hills, casting long, dramatic shadows over a landscape transformed by the night's brutality. The earth surrounding Viserysgrad was a macabre tapestry of dark brown blood, trampled mud, and the discarded remnants of a broken army.
Viserys Targaryen removed his dragon-wing helm, his silver hair matted with sweat and grime. Despite his rising attributes, the mental toll of a half-night spent in the saddle—orchestrating a "Hammer and Anvil" maneuver and personally carving through enemy lines—left him spiritually drained. He now understood why the great generals of history often burnt out young; the burden of thousand-man logistics and the visceral reality of personal slaughter was a weight few could carry.
Status Update: The Rising Pioneer
As the adrenaline receded, the familiar crystalline ping of his system echoed in his mind. The battle had not only secured his fortress but had fundamentally altered his personal "stats."
[Fate Defier] Viserys Targaryen
New Profession Unlocked: Knight (Mastery)
Attribute Rewards: Strength +0.2, Agility +0.2 (Cumulative from profession unlock and "Evil Execution")
Current Attributes: > * Strength: 3.0 (First-class warrior threshold)
Toughness: 2.9
Agility: 3.0
Spirit: 2.1
Special Talents: [Glutton], [God of Gastronomy], [Insight], [Just Judgment]
His reputation as a "King Without Land" was officially dead. In its place stood the title of Pioneer, a recognition of his transition from a wandering exile to a lord of the soil. His attributes were now incredibly balanced; while most specialized warriors lacked either the agility of a Water Dancer or the raw power of a Knight, Viserys had become a hybrid threat.
The Bishop of the Hills
Viserys turned his attention to the clearing of the battlefield. Among the prisoners, one man stood out—a blond Andal with the seven-pointed star of the Faith tattooed upon his face. He wore a mixture of chainmail and a dust-stained white robe, clutching a silver-plated wooden staff.
"What is your name?" Viserys asked, sitting on a wooden stool brought by a servant.
"Umber Andalas, Bishop of this flock," the man replied with a surprising degree of composure. "I prayed for the 'Warrior's' favor for my brothers last night. It seems the star shone on you, not us."
"I am fourteen," Viserys noted as the Bishop stared at his youthful but lethal frame.
"A fourteen-year-old with the power of the Warrior himself," Umber shook his head. "We came to raid—it is our custom. The wealthy Andal lords left us for Westeros centuries ago, leaving us poor brothers to eat dirt and live in caves. We saw outsiders mining sand and we thought... easy pickings."
Viserys observed the man. Umber was no fanatic; he was a pragmatist. He admitted to having a wife and children—a massive deviation from the celibate septons of the Seven Kingdoms—citing the harshness of the Essosi interior as his excuse for "part-time" priesthood.
"You speak of me as the Warrior descended," Viserys said, his violet eyes locking onto the Bishop's. "If that is true, how should your people treat me?"
Bishop Umber didn't hesitate. He saw the silver hair, the purple eyes, and the blood-stained black armor. He recognized a winner. Standing tall, he addressed the huddle of terrified Andal prisoners.
"Gentlemen! Look upon him! The Warrior stands before the enemy, defending us from all directions! His Majesty Viserys is the Warrior's incarnation on earth! The slaughter we suffered was not a defeat, but the Warrior's wrath for our lawlessness! Kneel! Accept the Warrior's will!"
One by one, the Andal bandits—men who had lived as wolves in the hills—fell to their knees before the fourteen-year-old Dragon. Viserys watched them, realizing that he hadn't just gained laborers; he had gained a religious mandate.
To understand the significance of this surrender, one must look at the fractured population Viserys was now inheriting. The region is a vacuum of power between the Free Cities.
Regional Population Overview
Andal Remnants
Estimated Population: ~15,000 (Scattered)
Characteristics: Tribal groups following the Faith of the Seven; largely nomadic or engaged in banditry.
Rhoynar Descendants
Estimated Population: ~5,000 (Riverine)
Characteristics: Primarily fishermen settled along the tributaries of the Rhoyne.
Pentos Outposters
Estimated Population: ~2,000
Characteristics: Workers managing estates and small-scale mining operations.
Dothraki (Transient)
Estimated Population: Variable
Characteristics: Nomadic Khalasars passing through the region via the Valyrian Road.
"You have a silver tongue, Bishop," Viserys said, a wolfish smile appearing. "I have no Maester and no Septon. It seems you have just found a full-time job."
"I shall serve the Warrior," Umber replied, bowing low. "And I shall make these men understand that to serve the Dragon is to serve the Gods."
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