Qohori Hill Tribes

( POV Qoni Ahesh )

I sat beside my Khal as his Khaleesi. He sat on a throne made of dark wood and draped on the throne was a pelt of an albino lion and I sat beside him on a smaller chair made from an ash tree. All around my new people were feasting, fucking and fighting and my husband and myself shared a meal of roasted basilisk, a rare and dangerous animal from Sothoryos.

Ghost, my Khals greatest friend tore into the six goats set before him and Arggo his only Blood Rider drank ale from a curved horn. Me and my new husband spoke of many things as the celebrations carried on around us, I saw manny women look at me in jealousy and anger as they looked at me beside my husband who was one of the most powerful Khals in the Dothraki sea.

Our celebration carried on as one would expect of a Dothraki wedding, many died, many more fucked. One man, who I knew from childhood as he fought for my father challenged my new husband for me and my maidenhead, the fool had his cock cut off before he chocked to death on it. After that interruption I was gifted a silver mare by my husband and we rode off to 'enjoy our night'.

We spent hours fucking in the moonlight and we spent much of the next day doing the same. It was a week after our wedding that we finally set out yet again and I rode beside my Khal leading fifty thousand Dothraki screamers, more than even Khal Drogo.

We marched for weeks from deep in the Dothraki Sea to the edges of the Forrest of Qohor. Once arriving at the large Forrest my Khal sent out emissaries to all the nearby Khals calling them to a meeting. Some sent back emissaries of their own, those Khals lived, but some sent back heads, thoose Khals didn't survive to see the end of the week as all fifty thousand of my Husbands forces crushed them easily.

Currently I sat beside my Khal in front of all the Khals that had accepted his call.

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( POV Khal Rhazo )

I looked upon the boy. No the Khal who called us here. He may be young and he may be a foreigner but he has earned the title Khal, all seven of the Khals who answered his summons would have to join to match the number of warriors that follow him. And when I look upon the Pale Khal I could understand why. He was fierce. Khal Jonos stood to his full height, rising from his dark throne and approaching us. He stood in front of all 7 Khals and spoke.

"I have called." he said in fluent Dothraki

"And you have answered." He continued

"Aye boy we did, now why did you call us." An older Khal said with a venomous tone

"I have an offer." The Pale Khal said while looking at the older Khal in boredom

"What could you offer me? Huh boy answer!" The Khal screamed at the young man who summoned us angrier and angrier as he went on.

"One chance old man." The Pale Khal said in return his voice turning icy

"What!?" The Khal said shocked, as was i but not at what the Pale Khal had said but at how the Old Khal was acting.

"I'm offering you all one chance, kneel and live." The Pale Khal said and while he has earned my respect by gathering such a fearsome Khalasar I wasn't going to kneel, I was still Dothraki.

"Arrgh!" The old Khal shouted in anger gripping the arakh at his side and pointing it at the Pale Khal who was unarmed except for two knives strapped to his waist.

The Old Khal advanced towards his young foe his face red with anger and his arakh ready to swing but the Pale Khal remained unfazed in the face of this challenge, his companions on the other hand bared their steel without hesitation. Dozens of spears were pointed, shields raised, arakhs drawn and bows nocked all pointed at us to stop us from interfering with the fight but the Old Khal was ignored by the Pale Khals Ko's.

I turned my focus back to the Khal himself, he had yet to unsheathe his blades but strangely one of his eyes had gone white. I heard the shocked cry of a Khal beside me and when I turned I saw why, the great beast Lei, The Zasqa Ver was famous in the Dothraki Sea, a wolf the size of a horse following the command of a young Khal. They say it is the second most dangerous predator in all of Essos second only to its master.

The beast began circling his master and the Old Khal challenging him. I watched as the Older Khal upon closing the distance between his opponent swung his arakh at the younger Khals head only to be met with air. The Pale Khal moved so fast I almost missed it as he ducked under the wide swing and slammed his opponent in the side of the head with a rock that broke his nose and cracked his jaw. The rock itself shattered due to the strength of its wielder.

The Old Khal swung wildly at his target, but was unsuccessful yet again, this time instead of dodging the uncoordinated attack the Pale Khal grabbed his Older opponent's wrist, stopping the arakh before it made contact. The Pale Khal applied pressure on the wrist until it shattered under the force of his grip and his blade fell from his opponents grasp.

Continuing his onslaught the Pale Khal slammed his knee into the stomach of his challenger, causing him to fall to his knees, the Pale Khal stood behind his downed opponent still holding his shattered wrist in his iron grip and with his other hand the Khal gripped the Older man's shoulder. Displaying an impressive amount of strength the Pale Khal pulled ripping his Older Challengers arm from its socket.

The Khal screamed in pain as the Khals beside me watched in horror and amazement as the Khal returned to stand in front of his challenger. Blood poorer from where the Khal once had an arm and the Pale Khal grinned and I swear to Vezhof he had fangs. The Old Khal looked like he was about to faint from the pain but before he could the Pale Khal raised his arm and swung beating his already defeated foe with his own arm and he kept beating until there wasn't a face left to recognise. The Khal tossed the arm to the ground before addressing the remaining six Khals.

"I come with an offer." He said continuing as if nothing had happened

"Kneel and join my Khalasar as Ko's or die." The Pale Khal said as his great beast stopped prowling and lay down at his masters feet. Upon seeing the fearsome pair none of the remaining Khals even thought of fighting and so I kneeled along with the rest.

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( POV Jon Snow )

I gestured for my guests to be allowed to enter the tent where I was sitting on my throne, my wife was in her own throne beside me and my Ko's sat feasting around the tent, Ghost lay lazily by my feet and Senu, my Golden eagle sat on a stand beside Ghost.

After giving the command a group of six entered. The six men where shorter than most if not all in the tent, the tallest reaching 5'1, most had bushy beards, decorated with braids, and each wore armour. These were the Native Qohori Hill Tribes, it was these men who built the great mountain fortress that modern Qohor was built around and they ruled for thousands of years until they where run out of the fortress by Zelots of the Black Goat, the God worshiped by Modern Qohori's today.

The City of Qohor was retaken by the Native Qohori Hill Tribes a hundred years before the establishment of the Valyrian Freehold who would eventually conquer the prosperous City. During the Valyrian Conquest the Qohori King Durin the Defiant was able to kill a great Dragon and trap another in the great mountain fortress of Khazad-dûm. Durin sealed the door of the empty fortress and confronted the great beast with only six companions. Neither Durin or the Dragon left the fortress, and so Durin was named Durin the Defiant.

The Valyrian Conquest cost the Native Qohori much and it took centuries to rebuild and during the Freeholds reign they warred many times, with the followers of the Black Goat as well as with their Valyrian Overlords. The Native Qohori made new settlements in the hills around what was once their city and so many who had forgotten the true natives of Qohor had taken to calling them Hill Tribes in reference to their forts built inside of the Qohor Foot Hills.

It was after the Freehold fell that the Native Qohori had their bloodiest war in decades. Outside the gates of Qohor the Hill Tribes and Zelots of the Black Goat fought, tens of thousands died on both sides but while the Hill Tribes steelwork was still unmatched to this day and their infantry easily surpassed that of their enemies, they lacked the numbers, as they had little cavalry or archers.

After suffering heavy losses the Zelots of the Black Goat, or Qohori's as they are commonly known took the city, and occupy it to this day. While the Hill Tribes returned to the Hill Forts they know call home but while they were defeated they had learned from their mistakes. Stealing the secrets of their enemy they tamed the wild mountain goats, found in the Hills and Mountains of Qohor. The Hill Tribes also used their skills as craftsmen to create the Crossbow and they used their superior infantry, new Cavalry and Crossbows to great effect during the following three wars.

The three wars became known as the hundred year war as the first began a year after the Battle for Qohor and it lasted three years and ended in victory. One hundred years later another began at the same time Aegon 'The Conqueror' Targaryen took the Seven Kingdoms with fire and blood. This war lasted four years and ended with her another victory for the Hill Tribes.

During those two hundred years that the Hill Tribes ruled Qohor the great stone doors of Khazad-dûm remained sealed. The Zelots of the Black Goat, or the Forsworn as they were now called by the Hill Tribes fled to the forest of Qohor and from there they waged the third and last War of the Hundred Year Wars.

The third War lasted five years and it ended two hundred years ago. The two groups had relative peace, as both cultures rebuilt from a devastating famine but the hatred the Hill Tribes bared for the Forsworn never wavered. And now Prince Dane Ironfoot stood before me, the Lord of the Iron Hills. He was a king in everything but name, but there will be no king of Qohor until the doors of Kazad-dûm were breached and a Qohori of the Iron Hills takes the Mithril Throne.

"Greeting Prince Dane Ironfoot, Lord of the Iron Hills, Kin of Durin the Defiant and rightful King of Kazad-dûm." I greeted to the Prince of Kazad-dûm and all commotion in the tent stoped as I did so.

"Pale Khal." The Qohori said respectfully while placing a fist over his heart and bowing, his companions doing the same.

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{ Authors Notes }

Sorry took so long

Incase your wondering I made up everything about Qohor, except that the current occupiers worship the Black Goat.

Yes I did steal a bunch of that from LoTR but so what and I'll change a lot.

Hope you enjoyed