ASOIAF/GOT: Minecraft in Essos.

~~~~(Point of view: Azrael Sanchez)~~~~

~~~~(Date: 275 AC)~~~~ 

Things so far were going well; the cooks had already begun to slaughter the animals, starting to cook the food that would be needed for the celebration. 

As for me, I hadn't been sitting still, since aside from organizing well the place where the celebration would take place, I was also busy getting health and regeneration potions ready in case the Dothraki thought the party was boring enough to start killing each other. 

So far, I have only pulled out construction items and the odd useful utensils, such as ovens, lanterns, or record players; however, one thing I hadn't tested was whether I could spawn villagers. 

While in the game it could be done simply, my questions lay in whether they would have the appearance of the game or adapt to the 'real' world, as were the animals I took out of the menu, since they appeared in a 'normal' way. 

That's why once I thought I had everything set up, I decided to head to my cabin, where I knew I would have a bit of privacy, as well as be a bit safer if the Dothraki found it not good for me to summon people out of thin air. 

On the way to the hut, I was being followed by my eight blood riders, whom I had started talking to with the help of Amanda, who was also coming behind me. 

And thanks to those conversations, I knew their names: Essino, Zirqo, Gezro, Kakho, Qrano, Cakoqqo, Mottaekho, and Onno. 

According to Amanda and themselves, I knew that they were the best warriors of the Khalasar, besides being also Ko of the Khalasar, so at least I felt a little safer walking among Dothraki knowing that I would have my guard. 

Mind you, just because I had a guard with me didn't mean they would fight for me since I wasn't in Westeros, where a royal guard or guards had the role of doing exactly that. 

Which here in Essos was also seen, only in my unfortunate case, if I let show weakness, or was seen to let others fight for me, I might be unlucky enough to be challenged to the position of Khal and might not have the same luck as with the previous Khal. 

That is why I had also thought of another way, and that was the wolves. Of course, in the game, it was shown that if one tamed them, they would behave like dogs towards their master, not resting until they killed the one who harmed the one who tamed them; even if their master killed them, they would not defend themselves. 

Now, I did not know how the wolves would show themselves in this world—whether they would be of normal size to the Siberian wolves or a bit bigger and fiercer. That is why I had not tried to enter the side yet, as I first had to build some strong cages to summon them when they were still wild. 

Another one that came to mind was the golems, which in the game were shown to have overwhelming stamina and power, though I didn't know if they would serve me or act like normal golems that only protected the villages from zombies, spiders, or more. 

Coming to the zombies, made a smile form on my face, and how could it not? If the zombies offered infinite opportunities, I could simply release half a hundred zombies at night in a city, and they would take care of killing them all, and my job would be just to see to it that none of them left the city, and the next day, with the sun killing the zombies for me, I would just have to collect the rewards. 

Mind you, that path was at the same time very dangerous since while normal zombies were easy to kill, skeletons and zombies carrying armor and weapons were not. 

So to be able to do that, I would have to practice well and know very thoroughly the implications that zombies could give me. 

Another point to keep in mind was that I urgently needed to hire some people to teach me how to fight with swords or the conventional weapons of this world. Since I could not continue ingesting potions every time I had to fight, I feared that my secret would be discovered or that the constant use of these would affect my body. 

Just as I was about to reach my hut, a small commotion caught my attention, and seeing what it was about, I saw how a woman came out crying with her belly stained with blood and pale behind a Dothraki who was carrying a baby on one leg. 

Not knowing what was going on, I asked Amanda, who had taken the position of chaperone and enlightened me on anything Dothraki I didn't understand or ignored, "What's going on?" 

"My Khal, that woman gave birth to a sick and stunted child; her husband is now going to leave the child with the dogs to be eaten," Amanda answered me without raising her head and with a distinctly sad tone in her voice.

Knowing that, I was a bit surprised, reminding me of how the Spartans practiced something similar with every child who was not born fit to hold a sword. 

Being determined to intervene, I approached the Dothraki carrying the child, and made it clear to give him to me; he only accepted once I put my hand on the pommel of my sword. 

Once I had the child in my arms, I saw that the child had been born with his feet atrophied and black, apparently, a product of poor circulation of oxygen when he was in the womb, causing him not to get oxygen to his whole body. 

So without wasting time, I took a health and regeneration splash potion and ordered Amanda to open the cork and pour the potions on the baby's chest. 

Under the hard stare of his father and the broken and desperate look of his mother, I watched as the color of his legs took on a clear and healthy complexion, while his legs straightened to health. 

When the baby was as good as new, no more than two minutes had passed, during which time many had come to see the baby's condition. 

"Translate," I ordered Amanda, who, without a second thought, nodded. 

"You have seen a miracle! I have been blessed by the moon and the sun with powers beyond your understanding, transported by the Horse God to these plains, all to bring an era of life, wealth, and prosperity to my people; have you seen it before" I began. 

I wasn't a big fan of religious things, especially in a way like Asoiaf where religion could come back and bite you in the ass, but I also understood that one of the easiest and simplest things to get in with people, to befriend them and even to break bread was religion, of any kind. 

It was a world of 'societies' completely alien to our own, where if you belonged to or were favored by the gods that said society worshiped, you got to become a god on earth, mind you, it could also be a sword without a handle, like what happened to Cersei in the series. 

However, I was willing to take the risk, at the cost that it would give me more chances to survive in this cruel world. 

"In front of you is the sample! The God of Horses will no longer allow any Dothrak under my command to starve, die, or suffer; no child will die before they can know the glory of blood and victory, And I, as your Khal, I am willing to give you that".

"Stallion, who rides the world!" 

"Stallion, who rides the world!" 

One by one, more and more of my Khalasar's Dothrakis joined in the chant, to the point where my ears were beginning to ache from the shouting and noise caused, yet I knew I had taken another step towards something greater, something never before seen.