~~~Point of View: Caspian Darkwood~~~
~~~(Date: 57 AC)~~~
Looking around, I could see that my Khalasar had the advantage for the moment, but the numerical inferiority was undoubtedly causing us to lose numbers every moment this battle continued, even if some of them had ingested potions.
More reasons to end this fight quickly, especially since I didn't want my new Khalasar to lose men, neither my own nor those the other Khal had brought me as a gift.
From the height of my horse, I could see that the fighting was intensifying, and although I couldn't clearly distinguish between my men and the enemies, I decided to look for the Khal of the other Khalasar.
I didn't have to search long, as I spotted a Dothraki who was more muscular than the others, with long hair from which several bells hung. That had to be the man, and without further ado, I made my horse run towards him. Holstering my sword, I chose a trident from the menu; the new weapon appeared in my right hand: dark blue, with a shaft nearly two meters long and three large prongs.
The Khal, feeling me approach, turned his horse and rode toward me, ready to face me, but I threw the trident at him with all the strength the potion gave me. The Khal, upon seeing the weapon I had thrown, ducked, but I hadn't aimed at him, but at his horse.
The trident pierced the animal's chest, embedding itself strongly in its body. The inertia caused its rider to follow the rhythm of the movement, and once his horse collapsed hard, the Khal fell forward, face down.
The Khal managed to escape the fall unharmed, but I wasn't fighting fair, and without letting him stand up, I gave orders to the wolves, urging them to take the man by each arm, and they did. They ran and reached him before I arrived on my horse, and I could see how they attacked the Khal, biting both his arms with enormous force, while a river of blood gushed where their large fangs made contact with his skin.
I drew my sword and had my horse approach enough, and when I was close, I didn't think twice and made a horizontal feint, cutting off his head completely. At this point, I might as well be a long-lost relative of the Queen of Hearts.
As I did this, I heard screams behind me; three Dothraki were approaching rapidly, but my Bloodriders made their appearance, fighting them, watching as they managed to kill them.
Seeing this, I asked one of my wolves to bring me the Khal's head. Once I took it, I made my horse rear up. And I shouted so that everyone would see and hear me; "Your Khal is dead!" as I raised the severed head for everyone to see.
With that announcement, it was as if a switch had been turned off, silencing all the screams and the clash of steel against steel. And it was there that I realized I had won my first battle against another Khalasar, I had won my first great battle in this world. And I couldn't help but smile.
It was difficult to explain, but even being surrounded by blood and death everywhere, I didn't feel bad, nor was I disgusted by having killed some people. Sure, in my previous world, I had done worse things, so blood and death didn't affect me. But feeling proud of it? That hadn't happened to me before.
But now, being here, perhaps things would change, in fact, they already were, because when would I have imagined myself beheading people on horseback?
Seeing that the battle was over, a slower and more tiring but necessary job began. I moved away from where the epicenter of the battle had been. I told my Bloodriders to relay the order to the Ko of the other Khalasar to gather the wounded in one place, while I went to where the women of the Khalasar were with the children. There, I began to take out more than a dozen chests filled with Regeneration Potions, while ordering the women of the Khalasar to give a potion to every wounded person. And they should also give a potion to the horses that were wounded and still alive.
This went on for the next two hours, time that I dedicated to checking that my orders had been fulfilled and that all the warriors of my now larger Khalasar were healed. I couldn't let any more die, especially now that the battle was over.
Once dealing with the wounded was done, I set about counting my Khalasar.
For what I had to do, I needed to know the exact number of people in my Khalasar: warriors, women, children, and elders. It was a task that took even longer than treating everyone with potions, but something that, with the help of the women and children who knew how to count, I was able to complete a census.
According to the count, the Khalasar now had about eight thousand three hundred warriors—it would have been more than ten thousand if not for the TNT—eleven thousand four hundred and two women, four thousand three hundred and twenty children, eight hundred and thirty elders, and five thousand slaves. Of the slaves, two thousand seven hundred were women, one thousand eight hundred and fifty were young men, and the remaining four hundred and fifty were eunuchs.
It was a lot of people, almost thirty thousand people, people who were now under my power and guidance, the same people who had no way to move quickly toward Vaes Khadokh; if we undertook the journey now, many would die due to the long walk.
After checking that the situation had completely calmed down, I decided not to wait any longer and begin summoning horses, camels, or donkeys, all that were necessary to get to Vaes Khadokh as quickly as possible.
So I moved away a bit and started summoning horses. I may have summoned materials before, but the new people in the Khalasar had not noticed my power, but seeing me summon horses precisely, I could see that their eyes almost shone, and I knew that I had at least gained their interest.
But here was the first thing that I couldn't understand: upon summoning the 64th horse, I could no longer summon any more. No matter how much I wanted to, not a single horse appeared.
Was there a limit to the amount of things I could spawn? No, that didn't make sense; when building the cabin, I had undoubtedly used more than eighty oak wood blocks. And I didn't face that problem. Then, did that only happen with the spawn eggs? Because if so, it was a complicated matter.
Was it a time restriction? And if so, how long would it take for me to be able to spawn more horses again? But for now, seeing that the horses had stopped, I moved on to the camels, and once again, upon reaching 64, they also stopped. It was the same with the donkeys.
That exasperated me; right now when I needed them most, that happened. But perhaps I had another option to use, and that was the mob spawners. Maybe there was still a way to move forward with their help.
So, leaving some Dothraki in charge of the animals, I moved to another location and spawned the mob spawner. The thing looked like a thirty by thirty centimeter cube; it was smaller than I thought it would be. But that wasn't the point. I quickly took a horse spawn egg and tried to use it in the spawner.
Immediately, the inside of the mob spawner began to glow faintly; I could even briefly see the miniature figure of a horse inside, which meant that it was currently working, and from one moment to the next, four adult horses appeared around the mob spawner.
Which made me smile; at least that worked. I quickly spawned more of them, a total of ninety spawners, thirty for each animal, and arranged them with the horse, camel, and donkey spawn eggs. Additionally, I tasked the women and slaves with guiding any animal they saw appear to a stable that I would build.
After that, I set about building three immense fence stables, one for each type of animal. The horses would be for the men whose horses had died, the camels for the women and children, and the donkeys for the slaves.
While I knew that the Dothraki were not accustomed to giving mounts to slaves, I understood that any person on foot would only slow us down. There was a lot of work ahead, and I still couldn't spawn more animals.