Skyrim System In Westeros

The day after enjoying the festivities at Braavos' inns, Wright, Nymeria, and Tyene decided to explore the city's street celebrations.

Throughout the city, oil lamps illuminated every corner. Small plazas hosted bands performing lively music, courtesans danced with grace, and women adorned themselves in glamorous attire. Men, in stark contrast, dressed simply, their faces hidden behind colorful masks as they joined in the singing and dancing. The atmosphere was electric.

Wright's mask was plain, a black design covering only the upper half of his face, leaving his eyes and jaw visible.

Nymeria and Tyene wore elegant gowns gifted by the Sealord, their masks elaborately adorned with feathers and unique shell inlays.

The trio joined the revelers, indulging in the joyous chaos until the two women grew tired. Tyene led them to rest by the railing of a canal.

"There's a magical presence," Wright said, his senses picking up a faint energy.

"Where?" Tyene's eyes scanned the crowd.

"Is it that man in women's clothing?" Tyene pointed at a peculiar figure — a short-haired man wearing a dress, conspicuous amidst the throng.

Nymeria pondered for a moment. "That must be someone from the Temple of the Moonsingers. They're similar to the Faith of the Seven in Westeros. They have priests responsible for war, prayer, healing, and judgment. The Moonsingers are traditionally women. If a man wishes to join, he must dress as a woman."

"How do you know that?" Tyene asked, intrigued.

"This afternoon at the House of Seven Lamps, I asked Nightingale about the roles women can have in Braavos beyond being courtesans. Moon Singers were one of the options she mentioned. And it's not him," Wright said, closing his eyes to focus. "The crowd and noise are too distracting. The presence is about 150 meters ahead."

"I thought it was right here." Tyene pouted slightly, her natural curiosity about magic piqued. Though her magical talent was modest, her knowledge rivaled that of Malora Hightower, the librarian of the magical academy.

"Wait," Wright said, his eyes narrowing. "It's moving towards us."

Nymeria, hearing the warning, discreetly drew two daggers and tucked them into her sleeves. "Is it an enemy?"

"I don't know. The streets are too crowded and winding to see clearly. When they come into view, I'll let you know. Stay alert."

Moments later, Wright gave another signal.

"There! Dead ahead, beneath the statue of the previous Sealord. A woman without a mask."

"Where?" Tyene squinted. "I don't see her."

"She's wearing a black robe with a hood."

"I still don't see anyone," Nymeria said, scanning the area.

Wright focused his senses, narrowing his detection radius to concentrate on the individual approaching.

"She's using a stealth technique similar to mine, along with basic invisibility magic. It's rudimentary, but anyone without training in these skills would never notice her."

"A Faceless Man from the House of Black and White," Nymeria concluded confidently. "One of the few professions open to Braavosi women."

"What is she doing now?" Tyene asked.

Wright replied, "She's heading straight for us. I remember Maester Aemon at Castle Black once said that the creators of the Faceless Men were slave of the Valyrian Freehold. They stole magic to escape and later founded the Many-Faced God and the House of Black and White. It makes sense that they'd learn stealth and invisibility magic for escaping. They likely know illusion magic too."

Unable to see the approaching threat, Nymeria grew anxious. "What is she doing now?"

"She's watching me."

Nymeria pinched Wright's side. "Be serious!"

Both women were on edge, knowing how deadly and unpredictable a magic-wielding assassin could be. Nymeria gripped her daggers tightly, ready to strike, while Tyene uncorked a vial of poison hidden in her sleeve, prepared to throw it at the unseen enemy.

Switching to the Common Tongue, Wright narrated the assassin's movements for the two:

"She's walking straight toward me."

"She's ten steps away."

"She's pulling a dagger from her sleeve."

"She's five steps away."

"She's swinging her dagger at my throat."

"I've caught her."

In a swift motion, Wright grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply and throwing her to the ground. With a surge of magic, he dispelled her invisibility, revealing her form.

The assassin was stunned. Her target had been aware of her every move, countered her techniques effortlessly, and even neutralized her magic instantly. She realized too late how foolish she'd been to approach so openly.

Nymeria seized the dagger from the assassin's hand and plunged it into her back repeatedly. Despite her struggles, the assassin couldn't break free of Wright's iron grip. After seven or eight deep stabs, her blood soaked through her robe.

"It's a Faceless Man from the House of Black and White," Nymeria declared. "And she failed her mission."

The surrounding revelers noticed the commotion and quickly recognized the assassin's attire.

The Faceless Man, lifeless in Wright's grasp, began to transform, her face shifting to that of another person entirely.

"Faceless Men don't act without cause," Wright said grimly. "Their assassination fees are exorbitant. Some noble or wealthy merchant must want me dead."

Tyene asked, "Did you anger anyone recently?"

"I've only been in Braavos for a few days. Other than killing two assassins in the street yesterday, which everyone called a duel, I haven't done anything."

"Could it be that nobleman at the House of Seven Lamps this afternoon? The one who wanted to buy your Valyrian steel sword?"

"That's very possible," Wright admitted. "But I don't know his name or where he lives. I'll ask Nightingale about him."

Nymeria added, "I've heard stories in Dorne. Even if a Faceless Man fails, they'll keep sending others until the contract is fulfilled."

"I'll escort you and Tyene back to the Sealord's Palace. You should stay close to Oberyn for the next few days," Wright said, pulling the two women along toward the palace.

Nymeria protested, "You're sending us back? What are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to the House of Black and White to find out who hired them to kill me," Wright replied firmly.

Nymeria frowned. "One of their cardinal rules is to never reveal the names of their clients. If they broke that rule, they wouldn't have lasted for over a thousand years."

"Relax," Wright said confidently. "You've seen Renly negotiate, right? That silver tongue of his? I taught him everything he knows. When it comes to bargaining, I'm even better."

The House of Black and White was located at the heart of Braavos, among the many small islands known as the Isle of Gods. Each island housed a temple dedicated to a deity from across the world, showcasing the Braavosi respect for all faiths.

The House of Black and White stood beside the Moonsingers' temple. From its location, one could see the Palace of Truth, the Patternmaker's Maze, and the Antaryon palace across the canal, with the Sealord's Palace visible in the distance.

The building itself was set upon a rocky hill, its sharp roof covered in black tiles. The temple's door was an impressive twelve-foot-tall structure made of ornately carved wood. One door was as white as bone, the other faintly glimmering black, and between them was a carving of a crescent moon.

Though the magic they employed was not particularly advanced, the Faceless Men were still a thousand-year-old organization. Adjusting his collar, Wright stepped forward and knocked firmly on the doors.

After a moment, a figure in black-and-white robes cracked the door open slightly.

"Hello, I'm Wright Baratheon. Today, your assassin tried to kill me, and I killed them instead. I'm here to ask who hired you."

Bang! The door slammed shut in his face.

Wright sighed deeply, then muttered: "Mul~~~Qah~~~Diiv~~~~!"

With his right leg coiled with energy, he unleashed a powerful kick. Boom! The sound echoed as his boot crashed through the wooden doors, leaving a hole large enough for a person to walk through.

Stepping inside, his body shimmered with an aura of magic, forming an armor of white, blue, and yellow energy. Behind him, five orbs of different colors spun in a mesmerizing dance.

"If you don't tell me today," Wright growled, "I'll tear this House of Black and White to the ground!"

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