Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 13 - Raid to North 03.

[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Jon was dedicated to sharpening the iron blade acquired from the Night's Watch. Although the metal was not of the best quality, it certainly surpassed bronze. Adorning it with magical runes on the blade, Jon envisioned the possibility of transforming this simple weapon into something truly powerful against the undead creatures, which were weak against fire. As a master of enchantment, he could do this without even having an enchanting table, but it required a lot of time and concentration, something he had only now managed to achieve.

As his finger glowed red and he traced strange symbols across the metal, Jon couldn't help but comment.

"I wish I had my entire arsenal here. It's a shame I can't access my dimensional space with my things in this dimension, since I could only do so in Skyrim," Jon lamented softly, missing his precious weapons and items that would help him face the challenges that lay ahead on his journey in these lands. However, with not much to do about it, he merely lamented silently.

He had already opened a new dimensional space in this world, everything Jon had collected from the Night's Watch and the men he had faced – clothes, bronze, iron, bows, and arrows – was stored in a separate space created by alteration magic. It was the first thing he did as soon as he arrived in this world, as it was one of the most useful things he could have. And to avoid raising suspicions, he carried only his weapon at his waist. Lucis was the only one who knew the truth, having witnessed Jon putting most of the weapons in the space. She provided a convincing explanation to Karsi, the tribe leader, when she inquired about the crow's weapons.

As Jon manipulated the blade, nostalgic thoughts appeared in his mind. He remembered the times in Skyrim, where he lived his remarkable adventures with challenges every day in the icy lands of Skyrim. He felt a longing for those who shared all the moments, knowing he would never see them again, making the dragonborn feel a bit sentimental as he marked the blade with the tip of his glowing finger.

Dozens of minutes had passed, and Jon freed himself from those thoughts, focusing on the weapon in front of him. "I can improve this iron with a transmutation spell... but that takes even more time... time that I don't have right now..." Jon looked at his work ready at that moment, the iron blade had been carved with bright red symbols, giving it a quite magical aspect.

"1 hour to create this with hands..." Jon commented, looking at the blade from various angles. "The workmanship of the blade isn't very good, but effective for Lucis to protect herself from anything that appears." He finished before feeling someone approaching him.

"Jon, here," Lucis appeared by his side, offering a piece of roasted rabbit meat as she sat next to the DragonBorn.

"Thank you," Jon expressed, taking the food. It was night, and the camp was mostly silent, which was why Jon had taken this time to create the runes without anyone bothering him.

"What do you think of this place?" Lucis started a conversation, looking at the old army post of Mance.

Jon looked at the tents housing 200 people who came to this raid; he looked beyond them and surveyed every corner of the forest. "I can't deny it's strategically advantageous with the elevated terrain, but we could reinforce the defenses with some improvements. However, improvising in a forest has its limitations, and the forest is a problem in itself, we could easily be surrounded, they should have chosen a place outside the forest as the main camp... We could suffer an attack and not even see the enemy coming," Jon commented, analyzing the camp and the shadows intertwining among the trees.