Chapter 4: Chapter 4 : A Humble Begining
Mole’s Town
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It had been a day’s ride. Mark hated it in its entirety. The main purpose of this whole trouble was his plan to keep a low profile. Mark had to make everything realistic to the Night’s watchmen. It was lucky enough that they let him go after he brought a wight to their doors.
Mark had doubts that it was such because they were suspicious, who would’nt doubt such an outlandish story but he belived he was lucky he did not have to kill everyone in Castle Black.
They had also been generous enough to give him food and a horse when he asked but this was only to pretend to be normal. He could’ve flown after leaving the horse in the forest and throwing away the food.
"Eugh, the food tastes like absolute shit not gonna lie’ But he had grown up with enough manners to absolutely not throw away food even if he could sustain without it which he could.
The bread was hard and downright inedible. Have these dude’s never heard of sugar? The beef was even worse. just a big lump of stone with some salt to keep is tolerable. His heat vision had made it work however.
The journey to this town was to sell the horse for some coin and eventually buy some proper clothes. He was not heartless enough to abonden his adorable horse, it was difficult to ride as he never learnt but he managed.
Yoren definetly had grown suspicious when he saw Mark struggle with the horse, afterall what noble would nott know horse riding. It did not make enough sense as to why they let him go. But the noble Jeor had said that they cannot force a free man to stay. ’Hmh, the same noble lord commander who tolerated a man who kills his own sons and fucks his daughters’
It was sometimes annoying how these honourable men were sometimes so one sided. But they were the best of this world. Any transmigrator with sense would pray to the gods above that he was either teleported in a big city in Westeros or the domain of the Starks.
"Winter in coming, gods ther were so fucking cool, except Sansa and Bran tho, they were lame" Mark spoke, trying to fill the silence of the journey with noise.
He had wanted to practice his powers more, how strong was he? and how fast? But that could wait. He did not have a transmigrators system telling him shit, so things would be his own way.
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AT CASTLE BLACK :
Benjen Stark too was preparing to depart to Winterfell with Yoren and Will. The last day had left him at a sheer loss for words and a sense of despair had entered his mind.
’The stories were true! By the gods they were true’ Benjen had to show the proof to his brother immedietly and perhaps to every lord south of the wall. The world was in danger and it’s first line of defense was no where near enough to stop the dead if they marched.
Even with these things cut in half they had not died, they were not tired and they were not even bothered. The entirety of Castle Black had a sleepless night. Except that stranger who had bought these corpses in the first place.
The stranger was not a free folk, he was too well groomed to well spoken but he was not who he claimed either. There was a confidence in his voice that Benjen had not seen in anyone except the highest lords but most lords would shit bricks at the sight this Lord Helios of Rome had shown yesterday.
He was too detached, too fake even. Benjen had spent enough time with criminals and men to know. But his words were too confident as if spoken by an actor who was performing on a stage.
Benjen still rememdered his final words before leaving.
"It is time my lords, for me to leave to find my lost crew and when I do I shall gather whatever aid I can to save humanity but I am the spoiled son of an a lord so far away he probably does’nt care about the fate of Westeros" Benjen remembered Will stiffening at those words " But I will try, it would be wise to show it to Lord Stark, and remember YOU GUYS ARE THE REAL HEROES! "
His words had felt good, most only saw the watch as a place for criminals and outlaws. His words of inspiration had inflated the ego of many.
Jeor had kept the one walker back to see what could kill it. The other was being loaded in a box.
The handsome blode haired, blue eyed foreigner was just as unsettling as the walkers. He had an ego the size of himself.
Jeor had tried to make him stay but he had not cared to listen.
Benjen had tried to get something out of the will but his mouth was sealed shut, he said the same things this Helios had said about his origin. Benjen knew Will was hiding something but maybe the encounter with the dead had left him traumatised.
Will had even began to pray to some foriegn god named Odin. Someone of Helios’s faith. Did that man truly have such an affect. This was absolutely not normal behaiviour.
"The world is going to change a lot the next few moons" Benjen could only think with a heavy sigh.
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At MOLE’S TOWN :
Finding someone to buy a horse was easy enough. In fact many had come rushing as soon as they heard he was selling. This was a cold and dull place. Life stock had a lot of value here as a result. It was natural but the biggest issue was the price.
Mark or now Helios as he called himself had absolutely no idea what prize was a horse normally in this world. And a good quality horse no less.
Aemon had personally ensured that Helios get the best horse Castle Black had. Afterall he had justr save the world....Or atleast helped greatly,
’Maestar Aemon was lowkey adorable’ There was something about ols people that had Mark’s soft spot. Perhaps it was the innocence.
Some had offered two gold dragons while others offered a hundred silver. What was the economy here Mark had no idea but in the end he took four golden dragons as the starting amount.
He had heard somewhere that a thousand gold dragons can buy a small castle. This was insane considering Robert Baratheon Spend eight thousand gold dragons for the tourney campions alone.
Assuming that a horse in the modern world was worth roughly around five thousand dollars, and if one gold dragon could buy a horse then forty thousand gold dragons are roughly equal a mind boggling sum of
TWO-HUNDRED- MILLION DOLLARS.
This must for knocking men of horses with a stick should be a carinal sin. "Nah and nobody inerjected, that’s crazy even the Arryn hag bro none of these guys were good for shit. They all deserved to die. Like i get that BobbyB does not listen but damn atleast could have saved some money on the prize. Petyr Baelish was not even clever everybody was just stupid. Completely deserved bankrupcy.
It does take a man with an empty purse to understand the value of money. Most of the buyers offered 5 to 6 gold but eventually he met a guy, a horse seller. Said that he would recognize a War horse of the Night’s Watch anywhere.
The jerk had asked why would a brother of the Night’s Watch sell a horse. The man just could not mind his buisness. But he still offered to buy the horse for 8 gold and that was the best offer Mark could get from just a hand full of buyers here so he went with it and sold the horse.
After some inquiry with the locals he found out that 1 gold was equal to 210 silver which was equal to 11,760 Coppers. which was the earning of a laborer per year.
A proper sword costed that much. Mark needed proper clothes too but he would not get them in the north. He needed something that looked noble. But for now he just bought commoner clothes which cost a measly 5 copper pennies.
Mark now finally getting away from the sight of the town thought through about the next step.
His plan was to get Samwell and Tyrion to join him to get to Essos. Tyrion would be in King’s landing and Samwell would be in his castle. How would he possibly meet them.
"Ahhh, Fuck It WE BALL" He would fly to king’s landing and see what he could do. If he good earn good goin then better or he could steal it from some pompous noble in that shit hole. And maybe he would use tyrion to get to Samwell ih his own keep.
"Huh, A dwarf, a fatty and A God. Thats a nice trio"
Thus Mark decided that he would deal with this shit later, he could probably fid the Imp in a brothel. With the knowledge of a modern man being confident and convincing was a piece of cake.
Also he had watched enough history movies and kept up with modern politics enough to know how to run a kingdom into a golden age......In theory atleast.
He also knew who was trustworthy and who was not in this wretched world.
So the next stop would be King’s Landing. With that he took off into the sky.
