Chapter 17: Dragon's Bond
Pyke's harbor churned under a stormy sky, its waves slamming against stone quays, spray misting the air, heavy with salt, rain, and the groan of moored ships, their sodden sails flapping. Adam Stiels stood on a weathered pier, his black cloak dripping, clinging to his lean frame, his hazel eyes fixed on Drogon, the dragon's black scales glinting wet, his wings folded, his breath steaming in the chill. His HUD glowed: [SYSTEM: LEVEL 3, 15/1,000 USES, 9-MINUTE COOLDOWN.] His smirk was wide, his fingers snapping, casting Roach's Soul, a faint golden glow enveloping Drogon, his eyes softening, a low rumble echoing from his throat, the pier trembling. [SYSTEM: ROACH'S SOUL IMBUED, DROGON ENHANCED: LOYALTY, HEALING ACTIVE.]Drogon's my Roach now, Westeros is in for a show, Adam thought, his boots slick with spray, the wind biting his face, his silver sword steady at his hip, its hilt cool.
Ironborn rebels, their axes raised, beards crusted with salt, ambushed Daenerys' camp on the outskirts, their shouts cutting through the storm, their boots splashing through mud and puddles. Adam whistled sharply, Drogon diving from the cliffs, his fire blazing like a furnace, enhanced by Roach's loyalty, scattering rebels, their screams swallowed by the rain, their cloaks sizzling. Tomas used Shadow Trick, illusions of Witchers flickering to confuse the rebels, his silver sword slashing through a raider, their retreat chaotic, axes clattering on stone. [SYSTEM: TOMAS, SHADOW TRICK SUCCESS.] Daenerys, her silver hair plastered to her face, rallied her forces, her violet eyes fierce, her voice ringing over the gale. "Adam, you've made him unstoppable." He grinned, tossing a coin, its silver vanishing in the storm, his cloak billowing. "Your dragon's got my style, Dany."
In Pyke's council chamber, its walls hung with tattered banners, the air thick with wax and damp wool, Adam pranked Jorah, casting Axii to make him sing a Dothraki ballad mid-speech, his voice gruff and off-key, Ironborn chuckling, their mugs raised, candlelight flickering. [SYSTEM: AXII (ENHANCED), 30 SECONDS, 16/1,000 USES.] "Sing, Ser Frowns, Drogon's listening," Adam teased, leaning against a pillar, Jorah's glare sharp, his armor creaking as he sat, his face flushed. Adam slipped to a tavern, spotting a system NPC, his glow faint, a Gwent deck spread on a table cluttered with tankards. Adam's Ciri card crushed the NPC's Nilfgaard deck, winning a steel sword diagram and a sack of gold, the coins heavy in his hand. [SYSTEM: GWENT WIN, STEEL SWORD DIAGRAM, 2/10 MATCHES.] "My deck's fiercer than your rebels," he said, the trader's laugh warm, his hands shuffling cards with a sailor's drawl.
Adam crafted a Grapeshot bomb at a makeshift table, the air acrid with wildfire traces and sulfur, the fuse sparking as he tested it on a rebel outpost, stone shattering in a fiery blast, dust swirling, his HUD updating: [SYSTEM: ALCHEMY, GRAPESHOT CRAFTED, 2/5 POTIONS.] He bonded with Daenerys over spiced ale in the council chamber, its tang sharp on his tongue, joking about dragon loyalty, her violet eyes soft, her hand lingering on his, warm and steady. "You're my fire, Adam," she said, her smile warm, the candles casting soft shadows. She's a queen, and I'm her wildcard, he thought, his pulse quickening, the storm's roar muffled. He explored Pyke's harbor, weaving through crates and nets, finding rebel plans—maps scratched on leather, coded letters—his HUD pinging: [SYSTEM: REBEL PLOT LOGGED.] He bantered with Lyra, praising her loyalty: "Kid, you're my rock." Her grin was fierce, her dark braid swaying, her silver sword gleaming.
Adam taught Tomas a Yrden trick on the pier, a glyph pulsing faintly, the air wet, Tomas' eyes focused, his leather creaking. "For wights, money-maker, trap 'em," he said, the storm raging around them. He planned a group prank with Lyra, targeting rebels, plotting to use Axii to make them salute Drogon mid-patrol, Lyra's laugh mischievous, her sword hilt steady. Adam inspected Drogon's new abilities, testing his healing on a shallow cut, the skin closing, the dragon's rumble soft, his HUD updating: [SYSTEM: DROGON HEALING CONFIRMED.] Pacing the pier, he reflected on his role in Westeros, the rain cold on his face, Lannisters won't love my dragon trick, but I'm not here for their applause, his HUD warning: [SYSTEM: LANNISTER SPIES POSSIBLE.]
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