Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

The man I was nine years ago died in the Riverlands, buried beneath the blood and steel of a hundred battles.

I was no longer just a mercenary in the Black Vultures, no longer some bastard sellsword fighting for scraps.

I had become a legend in the underworld of Westeros and Essos.

Nine Years of Growth & Conquest

After years of grueling battles, countless contracts, and endless training, I had outgrown the Black Vultures. They had been my stepping stone, nothing more. Loyalty was a fool's game, and I had no intention of chaining myself to a company when I could carve my own name into history.

So, one day, I simply left.

No grand farewell, no bloodshed—just a quiet departure under the cover of night, my purse heavy with gold, my skills honed to perfection, and my future mine to shape.

The world was vast, and I intended to conquer it one way or another.

1. Mercenary Work in Westeros

For the first few years, I roamed the Seven Kingdoms, taking jobs from the highest bidders.

✔ Fighting alongside hedge knights in the Reach.

✔ Serving as a personal enforcer for a minor noble in the Westerlands.

✔ Cutting down rebellion attempts for a northern bannerman.

Each battle refined me, making me faster, stronger, deadlier.

By my fifth year, I was no longer just another sellsword—I was a name whispered in taverns, a ghost on the battlefield, a warrior feared in the shadows.

Men no longer hired me in groups. They hired me alone.

And I delivered.

2. Journey to Essos – Becoming a True Warrior

Eventually, I left Westeros and traveled to Essos, where true warriors were forged in blood and gold.

In Essos, I fought against Dothraki hordes, faced pit fighters in Meereen, and learned the arts of war from the greatest swordsmen in Braavos.

✔ I dueled Braavosi Water Dancers, blending their swift, fluid movements into my own fighting style.

✔ I survived battles against the Golden Company, learning how disciplined mercenaries fought.

✔ I trained with an exiled Sarnori warrior, mastering horseback combat.

I bought and sold information, played noble lords against one another, and became a shadow in the world of sellswords.

The richest merchants, crime lords, and even minor nobility sought my services.

They paid in gold.

I delivered in blood.

3. Wealth & Power – Becoming a Sellsword King

Gold flowed like rivers into my pockets.

✔ I took my rewards not in coin alone, but in land, slaves, and artifacts from fallen cities.

✔ I invested in underground gambling dens, pleasure houses, and trade routes.

✔ I built contacts across both Westeros and Essos—smugglers, spies, and rogue knights willing to sell their loyalty.

And now, nine years later, I stood at the height of my power.

I had no allegiance, no weakness, and no master.

I was the deadliest sellsword in the known world.

And Westeros was about to burn.