Chapter 25: Chapter 25 : Astapor
HELIOS (POV) :
The trip after the Monster slaying was a very plain one. I had wanted to collect the bones of the monster, keep it as a souvenir. Maybe use it to make a throne. But the creature had disintegrated to a mist. There was nothing left to be collected.
I was quick to learn that adventure stank. Nobody including myself did not take baths, they couldn’t there was no water to throw away.
I did not stink. But the same could not be said for my devotees. But what choice was there.
I had spent the next few days killing time by telling everyone stories of heroes of my world and their adventures. Only except I was the hero here.
I took Heracles’s 12 labours and painted them my own, changing a few laubors to something more intriguing. I had also taken inspiration from the monkey king Sun Wukong stories.
And more importantly taken Thor’s whole fight with the giant snake and Zeus’s war with the titans and made them my own.
Went as far as to narrate the fucking Transformers and the avatar to them. They ate it right up.
Ofcourse that was not enough so my mind cooked up a better idea.
Oberyn did poetry, naturally he must have been a good writer. So I sat him down with me for two hours, all to write my mythos.
What was a god without mythos. I had him write three books.
The first one was world building : I had jumbled my own worlds myths and science to the tea. I had explained the entire scientific working of the universe to him. His brain had failed to process the sheer scale of what I said.
A thousand years into the future, should this world ever have an industrial revolution. Not a single soul could say this book was false.
There was information here no-one could have known. Luckily the world of Planetos, well the solar system here was just like earths. Same neighbouring planets and all.
Perhaps because George Martin had not mentioned other worlds.
The Second One was My alleged Adventures : Though I had presented myself as a son of an all father, I intended to be the most worshipped god.
Mixing my world movies and religion to make fill a massive book was great. I had made myself the main character of stories that were not mine.
The Third were random Stories piled together, all them having life lessons and provided the structure for the religion. It was in reality a blueprint for the constitution I would make.
Oberyn was more then obliged. He too was not one to sit in one place for months. There was 2000 miles of didtance between Astapor and oldtown.
He was eating all the stories up too, he was an adventurer by heart. Telling him these stories excited him.
I also used my time on the ship to have Oberyn to teach me Valyrian. I was a quick learner. Learnt it in just two weeks.
This was also new.
Astapor was over the horizon, we were a our inteded location. I did not like being surrounded by the Dornish. I already knew Oberyn was trying to get me to kill the Lannisters for him.
He had more than once brought up the idea to take over Westeros. I was quick to shut him up. But he would get what he wanted eventually.
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This city stank worse than King’s Landing. That was an achievement.
The Dorninsh crew had stayed behind as I took a walk through the city to the main palce. The Slaver’s not so humble abode.
The people here mostly slaves, were obviously miserable. The masters called this shit hole one of the three great cities on Slaver’s Bay.
There was nothing intresting about this place. From a distance it appeared as a sea deep red, built almost entirely from red bricks. The pyramids and the towering gates were fine to look at.
The air was heavy with the smells of salt, sweat, spices and human waste. Renowned only for the unsullied
I was going to get a meeting with the bald slaver whaterver his name was.
The masters as we got to know from a guide dwelled in the lavishly decorated pyramids, they were surrounded by gardens, fountains and luxurious chambers. But everything else was shit.
Oberyn’s status as prince of Dorne got me a meeting. He was usefull.
The city was not small, like I had expected. The population must be over 200,000. That was good, great even. Almost all of them were slaves.
We made our way, Oberyn, Ellaria, Rhea and Alys I think.
We were collectively disturbed by the crucified corpses. But I kept my composure just well. But I was taken by the sight. It was enraging.
Being led to the main room, we waited. The bald ugly shit was making us wait. Well there was nothing else to be done.
After a few long minutes of waiting the three masters showed up. Missendei following behind, dressed in rags. Gods they can’t even dress their translator properly.
I had given strict instruction to Oberyn, he was to pretend to not understand. He was actually happy to oblige.
The men sat down. The main one Kranzys asked something about the man in charge. I stepped in.
"How much of this for one unsullied" I tossed him a gold dragon.
Missendei translated my words to her master.
He snickered at me.
"Does this foreign son of a whore not know!? We sell the Unsullied in a batch, not individual."
Missendei translated his words to me, Oberyn was amused by the translation but did not show it. I too was amused.
"Sorry, how much for a batch of unsullied?" I asked, a smile on my face. It was tough not to laugh outwright. I could tear this fat fuck apart limb from limb.
"3000 gold dragons for a hundred unsullied" Missendei spoke. I did the math, there were eight thousand unsullied ready to be sold that was about 240,000 gold dragons. Expensive without a shadow of a doubt but suprisingly cheap.
"Show me" I ask, I knew what they were capable of. But I had to be authentic before making such a large purchase.
Kranzys walked us to a batch of unsullied. They were well built but also short. Much like a peasant. But that could be attributed to their malnutrition.
He yapped about the training of the unsullied. Missendei translated it much nicely but the reaction of horror was visible in all the women with me. Oberyn probably already knew everything.
Then he called an unsullied forward, talking about their endurance and lack of emotion. He grabbed his knife. I knew this part.
"You don’t~" I got cut off as he ripped the unsullied soldiers nipple off.
Rhea and Alys looked like they would puke and cry. Ellaria hugged them. She had grown close to the girls. Oberyn too looked like he wanted to stab the master in his tits.
"The whores with him are weak!" he spoke as Missendei translated " Master says that theres no need to be scared. Unsullied are not men and even them men have no use for nipple’s"
He then spoke about the murder of babies. Much to even Oberyn’s horror. To me this sounded stupid.
A very good way to cut the population of your slaves, it would even be a good thing but their entire fucking economy relied on slaves. Apparently only 1 in 4 boy survived becoming an Unsullied. An even more stupid thing
"How many do you have to sell" I asked plainly.
"8000 unsullied" Missendei spoke.
"I will take them, all of them and I want the one’s in training as well." I spoke palinly devoid of any emotion. My eyes kept wandering to the unsullied who was just mutilated. He looked at the sky but the pain was till there.
"Master asks why you want to purchase all of them!?"
"To go back home and retake my kingdom. I have the gold, when will you ready the all the troops?" I spoke.
Kranzys discussed it with the other two.
"Three days, 13,000 unsullied.The cost is 400,000 gold dragons. Master asks wheather you have coin to pay such a hefty sum."
"We shall meet in three days time then" I turn and leave.
The horrified crew following behind me.
