Third Person POV
298 AC
Kingdom of Uruk
Uruk, the city of dreams, stood as a beacon in the Disputed Lands, its white stone walls gleaming under the relentless Essosi sun. To those who had once been slaves, it was the city of freedom, a sanctuary where chains were broken and hope flourished. To the outside world, it was a mystery, a fortress of wonders and terrors that repelled all who sought to harm it. Its glowing walls, paved streets, and fields of endless harvests baffled spies and invaders alike. The city had risen in a mere week. Within three months, it was a thriving hub—fields tilled, docks built, and homes raised, all under the watchful eye of its enigmatic king, Dominic Augustus.
The people of Uruk, many former slaves, marveled at their new lives. Farm animals—cows, sheep, pigs, chickens—appeared as if by magic, their origins unquestioned in gratitude for their King's generosity. Plumbing, a marvel as Dominic called it, replaced buckets and ditches with private latrines in every home and public bathhouses for cleanliness. No one asked where the water came from or where the waste went; it was enough that it worked, better than anything they'd known. Silks of the finest thread clothed the citizens, and trading ships docked at the port, bringing wealth and goods. The land itself seemed blessed—crops grew faster, people worked longer, their bodies stronger, though few noticed the subtle magic at play.
Uruk's design was impregnable, its three concentric walls reminiscent of legends from distant lands. The outermost wall guarded the fields and outer districts, the second protected the bustling city proper, and the innermost encircled the heart of Uruk, where markets, homes, and forges thrived. At the southern edge, near the coast, stood the king's castle, a towering structure of pure white stone, positioned to repel naval invasions while its high walls defied land assaults. Gates and towers studded each wall, manned by disciplined warriors who moved with uncanny precision.
In the morning light, Dominic Augustus stood on his castle's balcony, clad in a black silk robe, gazing over the city he'd built. The outer wall, facing the Dothraki Sea, loomed in the distance, a bulwark against the chaos of Essos. Behind him, Missandei stirred in his bed, her voice soft with sleep. "Hmmm, why did you leave?" she murmured, missing his warmth.
"I was looking out over the city," Dominic replied, his eyes tracing the horizon where the first rays of sun touched the walls.
Missandei rose, unabashed in her nakedness, and crossed to him. "Dom, let Dragonite and Charizard handle those savages," she said, her hands sliding over his chest. "They've scared off plenty of Dothraki before. They can do it again."
"Hmm," he hummed, feeling her lips brush his neck. At 6'6" and a foot taller than her, he savored the effort she put into reaching him, a familiar dance they both loved.
"Tides are changing," he said, leaning into her embrace. "We're going to be busy from now on."
"Then the time has come to show the world," she replied, kissing his cheek. "As much as I'd like to keep you to myself, you're too influential." Her lips grazed his shoulder. "Too strong." She turned him, pushing him gently into the chair on the balcony. "Too important." Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his lap, guiding him inside her with a slow, deliberate motion. "And, as much as I'd hate to admit it, too insatiable to keep to myself."
Dominic chuckled, hands resting on her hips. "You, my dear, are the insatiable one." He knew she was right—she'd passed out from their passionate night before, yet here she was, hungry for more. Missandei moved slowly, panting, her kisses silencing his thoughts. He had magic to ensure no children would come from their union, a choice made to protect their path. She cried out, slamming herself down, her body trembling. "So full…"
"Missandei," he groaned, feeling her tighten around him. "Love, please…" She moved faster, lost in the rhythm, until they both reached their peak, her cries mingling with his grunt as he released, magic flaring to maintain their choice.
As they held each other in the rising sun, bells tolled across Uruk, a warning Dominic had long anticipated. He lifted Missandei, exhausted and glowing, and carried her to the bed. "Love, I must go," he said, kissing her deeply.
"Be careful," she whispered, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"I always am," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers before stepping away.
An hour later, Dominic soared above Uruk on Dragonite, Charizard gliding beside him. The Pokémon, born from the gacha's Pokémon eggs, had grown into fearsome guardians. Dragonite, a dragon-type Pokémon, and Charizard, a Fire Pokémon, were legends in their own right, their presence fueling tales of Uruk's "ancient guardians." Below, a Dothraki khalasar—40,000 strong—churned the earth, their hooves a drumbeat detected by his seismic sense. This was not the first Dothraki assault in two years; every khalasar that passed tested Uruk's walls, only to be repelled by stone, fire, or Dominic's wrath. Most fled or negotiated; few survived defiance.
He landed before the horde, Dragonite and Charizard flanking him, their roars shaking the air. Dominic wore the golden armor of Gilgamesh from the Fate series, a gacha pull, its gleaming plates radiating power. Whispers rippled through the Dothraki—"the Golden King," they called him, a title born from his venture into Valyria's ruins, where he'd claimed this a lot of Valyrian armors, swords, and untold riches. The doomed city had yielded to him, the first man since its fall to return alive.
"Who is the leader of this khalasar?" Dominic called in Dothraki, his voice amplified by a flick of his wand. "Who is your Khal?"
The horde trembled at the sight of his Pokémon, but some lowborn riders, eager for glory, charged. Charizard roared, unleashing a Fire Blast that incinerated them, leaving ash and screams. "If your coward of a Khal won't face me, I'll kill you all," Dominic declared, his tone icy.
"You dare call our Khal, leader of the greatest khalasar, a coward?" a bloodrider shouted, stepping forward.
"I'll call him worse if he doesn't kneel," Dominic replied. "Do we fight for command, per your code, or do I slaughter you all?"
"You're no Dothraki!" a ko, bellowed. "Kill the feeble man!"
The horde surged, thousands strong, their screams filling the air. Dominic sighed, raising his wand he blasted fiendfyre. and he also commanded "Dragonite, Charizard, Fire Blast." The Pokémon roared, flames erupting in a wave that consumed the front ranks. Thousands burned, their cries swallowed by the inferno. The horde froze, horror etched on their faces.
"Bring out your Khal!" Dominic's voice boomed, enhanced by magic, carrying over the sea of ash and fear.
A hulking figure emerged, the Khal himself, his braid long and adorned with bells. "You dare!" he roared, striding forward.
"Finally showing yourself, worm," Dominic said, his wand steady.
"I am the greatest Khal among the Dothraki! I am—" The Khal's words cut off as Dominic slashed his wand, unleashing a Sectumsempra. A blade of invisible force sliced through the air, severing the Khal's head in a spray of blood. The body collapsed, bells jingling.
"You are dead," Dominic said coldly. He turned to the stunned khalasar. "Now, who's next?"
The Dothraki dropped to their knees, their weapons clattering to the ground. Dominic's golden armor gleamed, Dragonite and Charizard looming behind him. Uruk's walls stood unbreached, its fields untouched. The horde's surrender was total, their will broken by a king who wielded earth, fire, and magic.
Word of the massacre would spread, as it always did. Uruk's legend grew—city of dreams, fortress of freedom, ruled by a king who could not be defied. In Pentos, Illyrio Mopatis would hear of this, his plans for the Targaryens shaken. In King's Landing, Varys's little birds would sing of the Golden King and his mystical creatures. But in Uruk, life continued—fields were tilled, silks were worn, and the people prospered, their faith in Dominic Augustus unshakable. The tides were changing, and the world would soon know the true power of Uruk.
Status
Name: Dominic Augustus
Race: Human
Age: 18
Character Assimilation:
Toph Beifong (Earthbending, Seismic Sense – 100%)
Gellert Grindelwald (Dark Magic, Wand Mastery – 100%)
Gol D. Roger (Haki, Charisma – 100%)
Ted Mosby (Architecture, Storytelling – 100%)
Erwin Smith (Leadership – 30%)
Powers:
Earthbending, Seismic Sense (Master): Reshapes landscapes, detects vibrations.
Dark Magic, Wand Mastery (Master): Casts powerful spells, wields Elder Wand.
Haki (Master): Conqueror's, Observation, Armament Haki.
Architecture, Storytelling (Master): Designs flawless structures, inspires loyalty.
Leadership (Intermediate): Strategic command, developing.
Equipment:
Captain America's Shield, Invisibility Cloak, Elder Wand, Two-Way Mirror
Inu Inu no Mi, Mane Mane no Mi, Tori Tori no Mi, Mera Mera no Mi (no water weakness)
Weakness Removal (x8,), Pokémon Eggs (x5), Soul Contracts (x100)
Lasso of Truth, Super Soldier Serum (x20), Deadpool's Swords,
Gilgamesh's Golden Armor,
Inventory (10000m x 10000m)(it increased)
25,354,400 Gold Dragons
Gacha Points: 200
Allies:
Aeron Sand: Soul Contract, Super Soldier Serum, Deadpool's Swords, Afro Samurai (100%)
Missandei: Soul Contract, Super Soldier Serum, Black Widow (100%), Emma Frost (100%)
Daemon: Soul Contract, Super Soldier Serum, Taskmaster (100%)
Pokémon: Charizard, Dragonite, Rapidash, Gyarados, Altaria, Eevee, Celebi.