Kapitel 5: Chapter 5: Encounter
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Chapter 5:
It has been a few years since Rahako and me became True dothraki warriors,
I am 13, already six feet and three inches tall with the body of a fully grown adult, still got a young looking face but people guess that I am around 17. I have my long ashen blonde hair braided, the braid is a bit past my shoulders, its long, but not as ridiculously long as Drogo's braid, i don't even know how that man can take a shit properly.
Rahako has his light brown hair braided too, only his one is a bit shorter. he is 15 at the moment almost as tall as me, a few inches shorter, his purple eyes seem to glow in the dark sometimes. and his smile can blind you, (good thing I introduced him to dental hygiene) after that he is a bit thiner and leaner than my bulkier build, and no matter how much we ride in the sun he does not seem to be able to get a tan what so ever.
There was around one or two years before the start of canon and it was making me nervous, not because of the implications but because of the impact that I would have if I stayed relevant in the main Plotline, Rahako could probably kill Drogo in single combat at this point (yes he is that good and he had the aid of Ki), so I was not impressed with the warlord, he was good at what he did but he was not legendary good like Ser Barristan Selmy or Ser Arthur Dayne.
our small band of 10 total Dothraki were tasked as "far outriders" for the next few days, that means we are away from the Khalasar at a 1 day ride away distance.
The day went smoothly, boring even, Rahako kept making jokes and I spotted a hare in the short grass, with the bow I struck it down and that was lunch for us, The other Warriors looked at us with envy as we ate our freshly roasted hare over a small campfire when we stopped so the horses could get watered and rest.
After a short break we continued with the patrol, during the night we spotted a campfire in the distance.
It was a small camp, three tents, one covered cart and two horses to drag the cart around. The older Dothraki wanted to attack so we did, not like we have much choice, Rahako and me followed them.
We rode them down without mercy but to my surprise they did not try to escape, the members of the caravan congregated near the cart and surrendered without resistance, four of them kneeling while a slimy looking merchant stood on his feet.
As they approached the entire camp reeked of death, I signaled to Rahako to stay back with me, Everything seemed wrong with this picture.
It was weird, the merchant that was leading the caravan was chatty and surprisingly fluent in Dothraki even though he looked like an Andal, while his companions were silent as nuns looking at the sand in front of them with dead eyes or what you would call a one thousand yard stare, they also had their faces and head covered with cloth, their heads covering all their features except the eyes.
After revealing that the companions of the merchant were women, some of the Dothraki got ideas.
The Slimy merchant looked and behaved just like that scumbag teacher from Highschool of the dead. basically a manipulative A-hole with clear second intentions.
not that the façade lasted long before all of the Dothraki started to collapse, Rahako included.
The stupor also affected me. It was not drugs/poison since I am immune, so if it affects me it must be some kind of magic or the sorts.
It still affected me but I think the SSserum saved me from total unconsciousness, following everyone else I pretended to be unconscious as I "collapsed" next to Rahako.
Magic is something you don't want to touch with a 15 feet pole in Planetos. And I'm aiming to end this fucker when he gets close enough.
The Slimy merchant had a grin on his face, a wide grin so wide it made him look unnatural and deranged, like if he was wearing a suit made of skin.
He started to slit the throats of every Dothraki Warrior. Rahako and I who were on the back would be the last ones, I only waited for him to get close enough. close enough for an Arakh.
As the Merchant approached the two of us I used my full SSserun capabilities mixed with some Ki body enhancement and from a prone position leaped and swung my Arakh taking away the merchant's right leg under his knee, then I decapitated him before he could even let out a scream.
The merchant's body parts morphed, and instead of looking like a Braavosi, his appearance changed to that of a person form Jogos Nhai due to his skin color and the cone-like head, the Magic user looked like some kind of voodoo priest with all the piercings and body modifications, he had his earlobes stretched same as his bottom lip.
The female companions of the merchant collapsed the moment his head flew in a wide arc.
Magic in this world is something he did not want to get involved with, but same as the "Reyne '' Bloodline it seems to be part of my fate. the body of the Witch-doctor started to turn to a black tar like substance that reeked of Sulfur.
After examining the "companions" of the witch-doctor he realized they were just regular girls. At least he could not pick up any magic with his improved senses and a quick Ki scan, so he just tied them up using his knowledge of nautical knots he made it so they could not be easily undone and certainly not from the position they were placed around the wrists and ankles.
He observed and saw that the females in the group were of different ethnicity, two of them, twins were from YiTi, one was clearly from the kingdom of Sarnor and the last one was a woman from Leng. all of them were exotic beauties from far away lands. Why did the witch-doctor keep them prisoner? he did not know, but he could guess, ether using their blood for magic like Melisandre did with Gendry or just for fun (you know the kind of fun I mean)
I made sure they were bound, patted them down to make sure they did not have any weapons on them, I swear it was only to make sure they were weaponless and accusing me that my hands stayed on certain parts of them for more than necessary was slander, I deny these accusations.
I tried to wake Rahako to no avail, then I approached the covered up cart, it reeked of death. After taking a glance inside I knew that it looked like a horror movie prop set but real, it was full of human body parts in different stages of decomposition, a gag reflex followed.
It was one thing to get used to the smell of a battlefield and another to witness Leatherface's workshop, the heat did not help with the smell at all.
Summoning a small jar of oil from my ring I threw it inside the cart followed by a torch from the camp.
I secured the horses of the now dead dothraki comrades and tied them down to the post the two horses of the camp where tied to. I didn't want the horses to get spooked by the fire and run away,
After finishing the rounding up of the horses I dragged the girls to somewhere where I could see them, which ended up being the middle of the camp.
Rahako and the girls were still out so I decided to explore the camp.
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