Skyrim System In Westeros

Odahviing flew along the coast of the Disputed Lands. This world was vast, and they landed several times along the way to rest.

Dragons had different rest habits than humans. They could fly continuously for several days without landing, like some migratory birds, able to enter a light sleep while flapping their wings.

Dragons could do this, but humans couldn't. After a long time of being jostled on the dragon's back, Wright was fine, but the two women couldn't take it anymore, and they couldn't sleep on the dragon's back at night for fear of falling off.

The sun was almost setting. On a cliff hundreds of meters high by the coast, a small tent was pitched next to a pile of packed luggage. Next to a pile of burning bonfires were many leftover bones, and a red-gold dragon egg was burning in the fire.

On the edge of the cliff, Wright, Nymeria, and Tyene were sitting on small stools. Wright sat in the middle, with the two women on either side, their bare feet placed on Wright's lap, while Wright gently massaged their feet.

The three, full and satisfied, watched Odahviing splashing in the sea below the cliff. The sea breeze blew on their faces, making them feel indescribably comfortable.

"Wright, what is Odahviing doing?"

Nymeria looked at the now murky seawater. The dragon would dive to the bottom of the water for a while, and then float on the surface again.

"He's definitely not fishing like that, maybe he's building a castle underwater."

Each dragon had its own personality. Some dragons liked to dive into the water, while some dragons had never been in the water in their entire lives.

"Wright, you brought Odahviing to participate in the war on the Stepstones, why didn't you just burn down Tyrosh? Uh…" Tyene burped, having eaten a little too much at dinner.

Wright: "Tyrosh is a deep-water port, and it will be used as a trade and administrative center for the Stepstones in the future. Most of the buildings on the island are also made of stone. Destroying them is easy, but rebuilding them would be too difficult. The Seven Kingdoms have come here this time to carry out construction on all the islands. They can't spare that much manpower."

Nymeria: "If the Archon of Tyrosh surrenders, what will happen to him?"

Wright: "There was a long argument in the small council before the war. Some people supported accepting surrender, some wanted to accept surrender with conditions, and some suggested direct execution. In the end, it was decided that all the nobles of Tyrosh would be designated as pirate leaders. No surrender would be accepted."

Before the war even started, Renly and Stannis, after discussing it, deliberately dragged on the discussion of how to deal with the Tyroshi for several weeks, so that Robert wouldn't be associated with a reputation for merciless killing.

At that time, there were various rumors in King's Landing. Finally, the small council set the tone: those people were not nobles, but pirates. After the capture of Tyrosh, all their property would be confiscated and distributed as spoils of war to those who participated in the war.

Slap!

Tyene's foot was restless, starting to move around on Wright's leg. Wright slapped the back of her foot.

Nymeria: "After we go back this time, where do you plan to let Odahviing live? He's so big."

Wright: "Either in the Dragonpit ruins in King's Landing, where there is a lot of space, or in the rainforest south of Storm's End, where there are fewer people. There is also the island west of Tyrosh. This island is even bigger than Dragonstone, it wouldn't be a problem to raise dozens of dragons."

After hearing this, Nymeria didn't react at first, but after a while, she suddenly pulled her feet back and leaned towards Wright: "You want to become the Lord of the Stepstones!"

"Ouch, you almost hit my head!"

Wright took Nymeria's hand: "Our four Baratheon brothers began planning this many years ago, but at that time it only involved the interests of the Stormlands and the Crownlands. We weren't interested in the other kingdoms. We couldn't carry out this expedition with just those two regions. We have been waiting, waiting for the businesses of the various lords to grow, waiting for the pirates of the Stepstones to rob them."

Nymeria's brow furrowed slightly: "What about Dorne?"

Tyene also leaned in to listen.

Wright: "You're starting to care about politics now? Then I'll tell you properly. First, although the king said that the position of governor of the Stepstones would be contested through military merit, it has already been decided internally that it will be me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have so much free time to engage in planning.

Second, regarding Dorne, after I manage the Stepstones, I will provide protection to all legitimate merchants passing through and severely crack down on pirates. I plan to use ten years to make the pirates tremble at the name of the Stepstones. Dorne has many specialties, you can also manage them when you have time."

Nymeria: "I'll give it a try. I heard my father say that in these years of peace without war, the population has increased a lot. Dorne is full of deserts, and many people don't have enough food."

Wright: "And then they become pirates or mercenaries? That's because Prince Doran doesn't know how to manage. He's guarding the Silver Hills and doesn't know how to mine them!"

Nymeria knew Wright's business acumen: "You must have a way."

Wright: "I always have ways, but from the information we have so far, Prince Doran has been secretly plotting something. He hasn't been on the same side as us since Robert ascended the throne! It's just that we can't produce evidence. He suffers from gout and has difficulty walking, and your father Oberyn, being exiled, is just right to act as his liaison."

Nymeria: "I also saw that my father is not just running around as a mercenary. The Dornish nobles around him have long exceeded the standard of an exiled prince."

Wright: "And I also think that your father is somewhat dissatisfied with Prince Doran's plan."

Nymeria: "Really?"

Wright: "After arriving at the Stepstones this time, I won't let Odahviing appear for the time being. Otherwise, all the pirates and mercenaries will be scared away. If we can't concentrate on eliminating them, it means that the Stepstones will never be peaceful."

Nymeria: "You mean?"

Wright: "The matter of the dragon will be known to the whole world sooner or later, but you can reveal the fact that I have a dragon to your father in advance!"

Nymeria was thinking about what Wright meant.

After the matter was finished, it was already dark. Odahviing also flew ashore and landed on the grass, holding a huge rock and gnawing on it.

Tyene: "How is he so energetic every day?"

Wright: "Balerion the Black Dread of the Targaryens was already old at this size, while Odahviing is currently in his prime. If I hadn't summoned him to this world, he could have lived for several thousand more years."

Tyene rested her head on Wright's shoulder, blowing air into his ear.

Wright took the two women's hands and walked towards the tent.

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Odahviing had been appearing above the Stepstones for a long time, at a very high altitude. People on the ground, looking up, saw him as a very small bird and didn't pay attention at all.

"Have you found them?" Wright climbed onto Odahviing's head, grabbing his horns and shouting.

"Dragonborn, don't be anxious," Odahviing said unhurriedly.

Wright: "Do you really recognize stags?"

Odahviing: "I've eaten many before!"

Wright: "Then having flown over every island, why haven't we seen any gold stag banners?"

Odahviing: "Perhaps they simply haven't raised any banners."

How could he not be anxious? Wright had been riding the dragon over various islands in the Stepstones for several days, and still hadn't found anyone.

Wright couldn't see the ground clearly from high altitude, but Odahviing said he could see a mouse on the ground even when flying above the clouds. Wright believed him.

Wright asked him to look for the gold stag banners. Robert, Stannis, and Renly's banners, although slightly different, all used a stag as the base. They were all powerful forces, and they should have raised many banners. It was impossible not to find any. Now Wright suspected that Odahviing might have become nearsighted!

"Now, look for where fighting is happening on the islands!" Wright didn't want to follow this unreliable dragon anymore and planned to find them himself.

"That's simple," Odahviing slowly turned and flew towards a distant island.

Wright couldn't stand his slow pace: "If it's simple, then fly faster! Giddy up!"

"Dragonborn! I'll eat you!"

This time, he used every maneuver he knew: the Immelmann turn, the split S, the barrel roll, and the cobra maneuver. Odahviing tried to throw Wright off his head to bite him, but Wright firmly refused to go down. The entire dragon head was covered with a layer of solid ice, firmly connecting it to Wright's body. The man and the dragon fought above the clouds.

East of Bloodstone, on a small island. It wasn't actually that small, over sixty kilometers long. Soldiers there were fighting pirates.

Below a mountain ridge, Lord Beric Dondarrion of Blackhaven in the Stormlands was leading a group of soldiers guarding the entrance of a cave. Some soldiers were carrying firewood and seaweed salvaged from the sea.

Lord Beric Dondarrion hadn't kept pace with the rapid development in the Stormlands. He practiced Swordsmanship every day, and only realized things when he saw other nobles becoming rich. He asked Renly if there was anything he could do.

Renly gave him two options: first, Blackhaven only had mountainous terrain, so he could raise a large number of goats, and Storm's End would buy all of them. Second, he could join the Stormlands fleet, escorting merchant ships, essentially working as a professional soldier.

Lord Beric Dondarrion returned home and discussed it with his wife, Allyria Dayne. He wanted both!

His wife managed the family business at home, hiring stewards and farmers to raise goats, while he went to sea as a naval officer.

He was now about 22 years old, with handsome, reddish-gold hair. Over the years, he had gradually made a name for himself, known as the Lightning Lord because his family sigil was a white star on a black field, with forked purple lightning.

The firewood at the cave entrance was lit, and as the fire grew larger, the soldiers vigorously threw seaweed into the pile. Soon, thick smoke billowed, drifting straight into the cave.

"Everyone, be on guard! Shieldmen to the front, shieldmen to the front!" Lightning Lord Beric Dondarrion dismounted, drew his longsword, and began to command the battle, completely unaware that someone had floated down from the sky and landed on the ridge.

Wright had been thrown off by the dragon. The dragonfire was very hot, and Wright's ice melted quickly. However, Odahviing only started breathing fire after flying over an island. He didn't really want to kill Wright; it was just that, for some reason, the man and the dragon would start fighting after only a few words.

Wright saw the banner held by the attendants below: a white star and forked purple lightning on a black field.

"The Dondarrion family of Blackhaven in the Stormlands, I've met some acquaintances."

Wright carefully tidied his messy hair before slowly floating down using wind magic.

The soldiers had formed a line at the cave entrance, waiting for the pirates to be smoked out and then killed.

"Someone is floating down from the sky!"

Lord Beric Dondarrion's attendant, holding the banner, was standing in the distance. After seeing Wright, he shouted, pointing at him.

From the sky? All the soldiers looked up.

A black-haired man was slowly descending from the air, a large red noble's robe fluttering in the wind, with a large leather scabbard on his back and a white steel-covered book locked by chains at his waist.

"It's Lord Renly!" A soldier who had seen Renly recognized Wright's appearance.

The soldiers began to get excited. Lord Renly had arrived.

Lord Beric Dondarrion, looking at Wright, said: "That's not right! I just saw Lord Renly on Bloodstone last week. He has short hair. How could it have grown this long in a week?"

Regardless of the guess, it was one of their own. With a mage present, they no longer cared when the pirates would come out of the cave and quickly cleared a space.

Wright slowly floated down: "Lord Beric Dondarrion!"

"Uh… ah…"

Lord Beric Dondarrion didn't know what to call him for a moment.

He was observing carefully. Renly and the person in front of him had the exact same hair color and height, even the voice was the same. Only the hairstyle was different, and the demeanor and temperament were completely different.

Renly was always smiling, no matter who he faced, but if someone thought Renly was a pushover and tried to take advantage of him, they would die miserably. Renly was not only a powerful mage but also managed the most powerful merchant guild in the Seven Kingdoms. His personal strength and wisdom were top-notch.

And this person had a resolute expression, very sharp eyes, exuding a sense of imposing authority, even a battlefield aura.

Wright: "Lord Beric Dondarrion! I am Wright Baratheon!"

"Ah! It's Lord Wright! I apologize, I apologize. Lord Wright has been away for too long, I didn't recognize you for a moment."

Beric Dondarrion quickly acknowledged his mistake. House Dondarrion soldiers around him then realized that Wright, one of the Storm's End twins, had returned!

Wright: "It's alright. You should know that I've never paid much attention to formalities. Are you clearing out pirates here? Where is King Robert?"

"Lord Wright, our mission is to clear out the pirates hiding in this ridge. There are also soldiers guarding the other exits."

Wright raised his hand, and purple magical light shone brightly. The final skill of master-level Conjuration magic, two female-shaped fire elementals, materialized.

"Oh!"

"What kind of magic is this?"

The soldiers exclaimed and began to discuss. Before they had time to look closely, the two fire elementals floated and rushed into the cave.

Wright: "Your mission is complete. Take me to Robert!"

Buzz… buzz…

Waves of heat blew out from the cave. The battle inside had begun.

"Yes, Lord Wright."

"Lord Wright, were those two just now fire elementals?" His attendant, holding the banner, ran over and asked Wright.

Wright saw the attendant boy, who was only eleven or twelve years old, with platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes that were almost purple.

"A Valyrian?"

"No, my name is Edric Dayne. I heard Ashara talk about the elementals."