Keira II
Keira had gotten over her horror, and the realization that she was no longer dead. Still there lingered a feeling of wrongness that covered the part of her shoulder that was rebuilt by the 'Goddess's blessing'. The campfire was… loud, popping as the wood was heated and broke. Ashes shifted in the fake brazier, taken from one of the caravans stores, used to keep them all warm in the Desert night.
Them
Since when was she inside any group other than her own?
She could guess it was when she was revived from the dead, and watched the death of a little over a hundred Dothraki by the hands of a mad witch, who might also be a God. Keira shuddered for reasons other than the cold as she glanced around the fire.
Thirty and Four Slaves sat around the fire, dazed and confused, the past hours having been a blur of motion, one that even she had been caught up in. Nobody wore chains. As commanded by… the unnamed…. Devil? Witch? Goddess?
Whatever the woman was, 'Mad' would be a worthwhile prefix to accompany it.
Eating while sitting in front of the Bonfire, with plenty of space on each side of her, the Mad being devoured horse meat soup, seemingly ignoring the quivering and frightened freedmen, the thing cleaned another bowl like a starving child. The stew had been prepared using ingredients the small Khalasar had held, as well as the plentiful dead bodies. Horse bodies of course, but Keira doubted that any of the Freed would have gone against it if the Witch woman ordered them to prepare fresh Dothraki corpses for her meal.
She was unnaturally beautiful, foreign and possibly insane, based on the incoherent ramblings she could barely pick up during the mass butchering of the small Khalasar.
Arms, each as pale as the snow Keira had seen in books, Hair that went all the way down to her hips, and bright red iris's that tracked anything that got close. One of her deceptively powerful arms was holding a bowl that was constantly brought to her lips, lips that were otherwise pursed in thought. She was covered in some kind of black and white dress, reminiscent of the dress's of Yi-Ti, with their Geisha women, another form of courtesan. How the woman avoid the blood, Keira was uncertain, but she still looked pristine, untouched by the events of the last few hours.
Dressed like a whore but capable of mass butchering unlike anything I have ever seen.[1]
That woman had cut down a 100 men and their horses, as if they hadn't been men, but wheat and she, the scythe, to reap them. The… Weapon that was obviously not of this world came at her beck and call, from a red and gold mist and then they disappeared when it wasn't not needed.
The … Sword? That the woman used was horrific and monstrous in its design, a crude thing of jagged stone that carved through men like they were less than wheat, they had been butter under a heated knife, torn asunder by the dozens with every swing of that monstrous thing.[2]
And yet those curious inhuman red eyes held no malice, and Keira was good at seeing into the character of people. Keira wrapped her outer layers closer, tightening her dress was her way of releasing the nervous energy that she was infected with. The Freedmen and Women who still remained whispered amongst themselves as they ate from the Horse soup.
'She must be a WITCH!'
'She must be The Stranger, the Maiden, and the Crone made manifest.'
'White hair and Red eyes? Sounds Targaryen to me.'
And so many variations and beliefs coming from people who were afraid, but now free to express that fear. They created stories and tales things they would no doubt tell their children and grandchildren. Slowly the dissenters amongst the groupings found themselves being argued down in hushed tones by actual believers.
The Witches face seemed almost lost, as if deep in thought. Keira and her mother remained at each other's side, and Lily sands eyes never once met her own, the blind woman's eyes were only for the stranger that had saved them from the barbaric horde. Keira slurped another spoonful of the horse soup, and was surprised how good it was.
Khalasar do carry a lot of spices and ingredients with them. Dothraki raided anywhere a horse could walk and raped anything that could scream, of course they had great spices and strange ingredients with them.
"She came, because of you.", whispered her mother, and Keira snorted.
As someone who was raised to fear magic like everyone else, she was surprisingly calm about everything that had occurred, catching herself off guard when she wasn't slack jawed and wide eyed like the people around her. It was a unique circumstance, to be brought back to life by no doubt dark magics, but Keira wasn't concerned.
I really should be more concerned about this, She thought to herself, but everything weirdly felt... right. As if it was meant to be.
"Our Prayers reached her, the Goddess made of Blades and Time", Keira's mother quietly ranted to the audience of one, her Keira herself.
She doubted it, but let her mother rant away, hoping that the White Haired Madwoman was only a helpful witch instead of the other theories that circulated their makeshift camp.
...
Rigela II
Within the huddled groups around the fire, Rigela found herself in disbelief.
No demands, no unreasonable questioning, no hoarding of the spoils, and in fact the (She had only some doubt in her mind) Goddess only asked them to make something to eat for everyone.
"Her Holiness is most generous", Gregory said, the clipped eared man said, his skin marred by years in the fields, but he still survived, even as a slave of Meereen, where she first met him. His voice was as gravely as ever, but it resounding in her own huddled groups heads, and Rigela wanted to deny the divinity she had witnessed today.
"As to be expected by the Goddess of War and Compassion", a younger man, still unused to the labor of being a slave, one of the few young men who didn't try to run away. Rigela noted his casual tone, unlike the awed older men and women, he looked like simply accepted it as fact.
War and Compassion?
"BLASHPEMY, to Expect anything from a GODDESS is the height of Hubris! and not only that, but we do not even know what her claimed Divine Aspects are!", A house slave, well read with glasses and a beard that went down to his balls, dressed only slightly better then the others Freed; His rags didn't have as many holes in them.
This sparked a debate that Rigela watched passively, her traitorous eyes every once in a while slid to the woman they were in a heated debate about.
Walking around the camp, seemingly unworried about the world and those in it, those red eyes traced the sand as the probable deity walked in a complete circle.
It was soft, barely even noticeable, sound. close to a bell tolling, but lighter and smaller, again, barely above the sound of the small bonfire. Rigela doubted anyone even noticed it, but it was what came after that snapped the words and debate out of everyone's mouth.
It very air became... colder. and then hotter, but not uncomfortably so, and went back and forth for the next minute. the entire time there was complete silence as everyone in the camp felt the disturbance. the weather fluctuated until it finally settled on something Rigela found comfortable. The air felt as if it came from the sea, and they had all been transported to the beach, instead of the insufferable Dothraki Sea.
"Man, this Bounded Field stuff is more annoying then I thought it would be", The only voice in the entire camp said to themselves, the Goddess obviously behind the abnormal changes in the weather.
"Aaaaaaand.... done. Alright folks, we should be safe for the night, feel free to sleep and do whatever, no one will be able to see or get in!", The White Haired Divine woman shouted to the camp before going back to the spot she was originally sitting in front of the fire, many of the Ex- Slaves instinctively bowed and scrapped their heads into the sand in response to the Divinity. It was minutes later after the God's attention was no longer on them, did they all raise their heads. The ones who did not bow or supplicate (The few) received glares from the those already convinced.
"Obviously she is the incarnated God of Storms and War", Gregory whispered minutes after the newest miracle (Magic?) happened. His eyes wide and truthfully fearful, yet full of life that he hadn't seen her friend have in a long time.
The very same bearded and speckled man shook his head and began to talk, only slightly louder then the hushed tones from before. "She must be the All Mother, the mother of all life, and all gods, there is no other way to explain the amount of Domains she holds", this elicited nods from the congregating but still hushed circle.
Rigela found herself nodding along, and realized in a dark, annoyingly joyful way, she had.... hope.
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Jackson I
It really does look like I'm going to have start John Browning my way through this continent.
Prana Crackled under my skin, the strain of pulling Hercules's weapon and liberal use of Time Alter was taking its toll. The bounded field I just set up wasn't particularly complex, but it should hold throughout the night without any more supplied mana. Hovering above me, assumingly only I could see, the slight color distortion of the dome I placed over my group of rescued slaves.
If I had to guess, I would say my reserves are at 70 percent, but its the physical strain of pulling a heavy hitter from my own version of Unlimited Blade Works and the infamously straining Time Alter that was causing my control over my Od to slip.
Finding yourself in a fictional setting with another fictional settings powers was a shock to be sure, but one I got over once I started killing Dothraki.
I just.... knew the things I had in my arsenal of Magecraft.
Like a series of Instruction manuals programed directly into my grey matter. It caused only a slight amount of confusion and hysteria when it happened.
I don't even know how I got here.
I don't even remember who I was, not really. No specific memories made the transfer, other then a few glaring ones. My media knowledge was the same, the jokes and memes made it through, my personal wants and desires didn't get hit, and I was fairly certain my obsession with burgers came with me. Everything else got sink holed and I have no fucking clue where they went.
Family? Gone.
Friends? Gone.
Events that weren't 'Character development moments'? Gone.
There was a massive gap, a gap that was apparently filled in with blank spaces and a whole lot of nothing. It pissed me for the first hour, but I got over it quickly enough to want to cry myself to sleep.
I made another copy of Bakuya, Archer Emiya's signature white edged dagger sword. I refuse to call it a short sword, considering its actual blade wasn't even the size of a an entire forearm.
The composite Skills, Powers, and Magecraft from 3 of the heaviest hitters of from The Fate verse was fucking a fucking awesome deal. Not worth having holes poked into my neurons, but It's close enough that I won't complain.
I guess Magecraft is cool... Only the main problem is that I don't have any True magic.
No True Magic, No Divine Constructs (other then Excalibur) , No Runes, and Nothing else but the base abilities and powers of the Kiritsugu's family. I didn't have the Servant powers from either Assassin or Archer Emiya, but I did have the stuff that Shirou could conceivably have, witch didn't exactly make up for the missing bits, I just wanted to make myself feel better for not having Assassin Emiya's Noble Phantasm.
The Emiya family Crest and Kiritsugu's Origin come courtesy of (You guess it) Kiritsugu Emiya. lets not forget the decade plus of fighting experience on the side. I didn't get his Origin Bullets or the Guns(Like the infamous Thompson), but It was nice to have everything else.
UBW, filled with every weapon based Noble phantasm that isn't of Divine Origin, from Shirou Emiya, as well as the perfectly reasonable amount of Reinforcement and Tracing Magecraft that he practiced into oblivion.
And finally, the (Stable) Homunculus Body, the Einzburn Crest, and the Mystic eyes of Binding came courtesy of....
Illya Von Einzburn.
Fuck, I don't have a dick anymore.
Goddamnit.
[1] It's a Kimono, Lol.
[2] Hercules's Nine Lives Axe Sword; He never really uses it fully in UBW because of the Madness Enhancement, but he is capable of doing what Shirou did in Heavens Feel; strike nine times for every one hit that lands.