Traveling

"The Century of Blood was a period of chaos in Essos which lasted for approximately one century. It began following the destruction of the Valyrian Freehold in the Doom of Valyria, which took place in 102 BC. How the hell am I supposed to know when that was?" Adrian was currently following the path towards Volantis, which the map indicated as the closest of the Free cities.

"The destruction of Valyria left a power vacuum in Essos. According to history, Aurion, a dragonlord who had been visiting Qohor, proclaimed himself the first Emperor of Valyria and raised forces from the Qohorik. With his dragon… his dragon? Dragons exist? Well fuck." Normally Adrian would not be so accepting of such a tale, but he was in a new world so anything could be true, Earth logic wouldn't work when you aren't on Earth after all. "I can only hope that I don't run into any dragons anytime soon." The roads that Adrian were traveling were surprisingly well made, looked similar to concrete even, though it was shattered and looked old. 'Maybe remnants of this Valryia?'

Adrian was interrupted from his monologue by the sounds of a horse trotting from behind him, he looked up from his book and turned around and was faced by an entourage of maybe ten people surrounding a carriage. 'Some sort of nobility then, maybe one of those magisters I read about?' Adrian thought at first, however upon closer observation he changed his mind. 'Most likely some sort of merchant, a magister would be much better guarded.' Adrian likened the magisters to the president and his cabinet from America, and they were always guarded to hell.

Two of the guards at the front merely looked at him in silent observation, before turning to each other and conversing.

"What's a Westerosi doing this far east?"

"I don't know, free money if you ask me. Look at him, perfect for the fighting pits of Meereen. I'm Sure some of those magisters would pay more than a pretty coin for him." Adrian did not like the sound of that, and upon further observation he could see some women in collars.

'Slavers.' Adrian thought grimly. He was not naive enough to believe he wouldn't run into some trouble on his trip towards Volantis, but so early into his trip was a bad omen for his coming trip if anything.

"Hey you, Westerosi, do you… talk Valyrian?" Adrian was shocked, this man just spoke English. He was sure it was English, however broken he tried to speak. This confused him greatly.

'Westerosi is English? How is that supposed to work? Perhaps they had an ancestor or someone who came from Earth? No matter, bigger problems to deal with.'

"Yes I speak Valyrian." Adrian replied grimly, already reaching for his spear.

"HA! Perfect! Oh my Valero we're going to be rich! Westerosi, I suggest you put your spear down and surrender to us. No matter your size you can't take down eight men. Hey Garrados! Get you and your lot down here!" After his words multiple men with short swords exited the carriage, bringing the already unfavorable four men to an even more eight.

'Fucking great, why does trouble always have a way of finding me?' Adrian thought, resigned to a fight. 'No matter, it will be a tough battle but their arrogance and underestimation of me should give me a large advantage.'

"Fine, I suppose you're right." Adrian's words were met with laughter from the men as he dropped down his spear. A few came forward with rope, abandoning their own weapons in their approach. 'Fools.' They didn't even bother to make sure he didn't have any other weapons, and unfortunately for them, he did.

"Put your hands forward, Westerosi." Adrian did, and one of the three approached with the rope. 'Ha, idiots.' Adrian quickly branded his knife from inside his shirt, sliding it down and grabbing the hilt, he lunged forward and stabbed it through the first man's neck. Following this, he quickly shoved him out of the way and moved towards the closest one to him, and stabbed him through his neck as well.

"You're going to regret that you bastard!" The last of the three seemed to have a knife on him, and attempted to stab him through the neck similar to how he did to the other two, Adrian moved to the side and approached him before stabbing through the man's left armpit, piercing his heart.

As the man fell to the ground, Adrian kept a hold of his hand and looked into his eyes as they lost their light, filled with fear and anger. After a few seconds he dropped his hand and used the dead man's garment to wipe his blade clean of the blood before looking up at the other slavers, who looked shaken.

"You bastard!" One of them shouted before brandishing his sword and approaching Adrian, each other man responding by doing the same. Each shouting their own insults as they moved towards him.

'Well, five is much more manageable than eight.' Adrian thought before grabbing his previously dropped spear and getting ready for a fight. 'But do these people really not know any other insult than bastard?'

Adrian bent his knees while keeping the torso bolt upright, and shuffled his feet into the proper stance—feet parallel, both pointed straight ahead, right foot in front of the left foot. Waiting for the first one to approach him.

"I'm gonna gut you you bastard!" Adrian's first opponent rushed forward and attempted to cleave through him with his sword, Adrian calmly slid to the side after parrying, and stabbed him through his neck.

"Do you people not know any other insult besides bastard?" Adrian said already ready for the next opponent. This time they came together, attacking from different angles.

"HAAAA!" One man shouted as he charged at Adrian from his left, another from his right, and another right in front of him. Adrian's long spear jabbed to his left, but that man took his shield and shoved it aside, seemingly more skilled than his previous opponents. His sword swung forwards, intent on cleaving Adrian in half, however Adrian moved to the side, blocking a hit from his right in the process.

His spear once again darted forwards, this time he purposely avoided the block and stroke true. Metal met metal as one could make out a very pronounced gash under the man's armor.

"AHHHH!" Adrian had no time to celebrate his strike, as immediately after he found himself once again triple teamed. One of them made a stupid attempt to strike at Adrian's head, and the mistake ended fatal. Their exposed midsection met Adrian's spear, and they fell to the ground.

'Two more.' Adrian thought to himself, as he once again became locked into battle with the other two. He noticed his lack of exhaustion, as if he could do this for hours without much strain, perhaps another gift from the one who sent him here?

"Why don't you just die you fucker!" One of the two, similar to his buddy did earlier, raised his sword high in the air before attempting to strike Adrian, and just like his buddy earlier, it ended fatal. Adrian found the opening between his helmet and chest piece, and stroke true. He abandoned his spear in the man's throat before lunging at the other man and avoiding his amateur sword swing, and using his dagger to stab his sword hand, forcing the man to drop his sword.

"AHHHHH! You mother fucker! You're gonna pay for this! I-" his words were cut off by Adrian stabbing him in his neck, ended the man's life there. Adrian sighed and looked around him, making sure that there were not anymore enemies, before noticing the women in chains and collars, looking at him with a mix of fear and hope, and he sighed again.

'What the hell am I supposed to do with them?'