Jackson II
The morning after my massacre of the bandit group was hectic.
Ex-slaves, no longer collared or wearing the rags from before (Looting the dead is very profitable), swarmed around me, each person seemingly set onto a task. The remaining horses and the abandoned carriages (Not the cages tied to the backs) were looted and then refilled with what the encampment needed the most, primarily food, drinks, and I think anything sellable. All done without a single word or recommendation from me.
The Dothraki bodies were hauled by the younger and more fit amongst the camp, similarly stripped and thrown into a rather undignified pile, one with flies and maggots already coalescing on the mound of bodies.
Man killing a lot of people meant a lot of clean up, huh.
My bounded Field from the night before actually ran out of mana only a few minutes before I woke up. And then I was greeted with something new.
"Your Holiness, the your carriage is being prepared", An older woman, now dressed in ill fitting Dothraki leathers, with shaking hands and brown eyes bowed at the waist while speaking to me.
Holiness?
I was at least expecting to be called some kind of slur for Witch or Demon, not 'Your Holiness'. What do they think I am some kind of angel? Absurd, I am the least holy human I've ever met, and God would probably spit on me for all the nonsense in my life.
The lady was still bowing, and I squirmed a bit, uncomfortable.
"None of that Bowing or Kneeling shit, You all don't bow to anyone anymore.", was the best I could come up with when put on the spot like that. Having a woman 3 times my age bow like I was her superior had me uncomfortable.
"Understood Goddess, no man or woman will bow or kneel ever again", Her voice took on a dangerous and loud edge, and the one guy with glasses began to furiously scribble onto paper (parchment?).
Goddess?
What the fuck do they mean Goddess?
I looked down and realized that, yes, my dick is still gone, therefore, by process of elimination, if someone were to be proclaimed to be a Deity amongst humans, you would use the Title Goddess Instead of God.
The urge to split open the sky and use Excalibur on whatever higher being removed my dick was difficult to fight.
Me?
Divine?
I think Akasha would laugh if it was sentient enough to do that.
"Well I'm not-"
If I deny Divinity, are they going to Lisan al-gaib their way into believing I'm some kind of super god?
If I play into those claims, what happens when someone poisons me for not summoning rain to stop a draught?
Fuck.
Side note: I feel really smart now, like unnaturally intelligent, as in, my brain is so fucking wrinkly its weird. I believe this is a side effect of having a Homunculus body and Kiritsugu's experience, the artificial mind implanted with so many years of knowledge, both general and combat focused, is having a weird effect on my psyche.
I thought the problem over again, and realized, that.... If this is A Song of Ice and Fire, then most people are uneducated superstitious peasants. Horrible place to be if you are a Mage, double horrible if your a Woman, and triple horrible if your Smart.
As I was now all three (Against my will) then the moment I don't conform to expectations set by the idea's of the people around me, then I will receive angry and stupid mobs trying to lynch me for 'Witchery' or something. Because to them, Magic (Magecraft) that comes from a woman must either be Divinity or Devilry.
They already think I am some kind of God, so if I deny it, how likely is it that someone betrays me and try's to Gank me in my sleep.
I'm already planning on John Browning this continent into a better era before Dany...
Fuck, where am I on the timeline?
Shit!
I'll worry about that later...
Right now I needed to internally debate about Godhood.
I'm not actually a human, I am now a Homunculus.
That's 1 point towards the 'I'm a god' category. I cannot just say 'I'm just a human', that's a bald face lie.
My Magecraft Alters time, creates Artificial life, enchants items and people, and summons the weapons of legendary heroes from a different world.
That's 2 points in the 'Godhood' direction. Saying that 'I'm just a witch' would be worthy of a good laugh.
I have metaknowledge of important events, people, and the future in general.
That's the 3rd point for team 'Being a God would be easy', since how do I explain that I read and watched the events of the future, simply saying I am a God would be several degrees easier then trying to play off being some kind of.... Nonhuman, Seer Witch with unfathomable knowledge and power at my fingertips.
Fuck.
For all extensive purposes, to the average normal human (See; Peasant), I would be so outside their spheres of knowledge, with magic, an inhuman body, and inexplainable future knowledge that I would appear to be a god. That's a God, capital G, if i ever heard of one.
If someone like that appeared on Earth (My earth, not the FateEarth!), I would probably proclaim them to be some kind of higher power.
Shit fuck.
"All sentient beings are equal", I spouted, doing my best to corral the possible future problems. Giving them a decent platitude and a code of conduct would be a good first step if they are going to... Worship.... Me.... (Fucking gross).
Another body was added to the pile, I notice, I think it was the Khal, aka the leader/general for his small merry band of miscreants (Quote; Rapist and Pillagers). He died like how I expected a someone from a warrior culture to die, on his feet with one of those funky Egyptian swords (an Arakh, a weird alternative to just a Kopesh) so at least there was that.
Full of nervous energy and ready to stop talking to people already (This big brain shit is exhausting man), I walked around the assembling caravan. The old woman and the man with the glasses trailed behind me and I ignored the icky feeling I was getting and turned my Mystical Eyes towards the efforts of the people I was going to guide to a better future.
...
Rigela III
"All sentient being's are equal."
Something shuddered in her bones when Rigela heard those words, said with such conviction and power, there was a stutter in the workflow of the men and women who were cleaning and preparing the remainder of the Slaver's property.
Already, Rigela wished to bow.
But- "None of that Bowing or Kneeling shit" crossed her mind and she looked to the person who was furiously inscribing what he could onto old parchment and on the back of ledgers from the looted items.
Yujul was a strange man, but he was a guiding light and an orator of passion in these times, his proclamation of the divine savior to be an old myth called the 'All Mother', was sound and he spent a good portion of the night riling up the camp so that the morning would be as best as it could be.
She walked only a few steps behind the... All Mother, and Rigela felt her old heart thunder in her chest. Yujul followed behind her, their agreed upon duties being done to the best of their abilities. A wrathful god could ruin the very world itself, and Rigela was surprisingly voted to be the one to steward for the God of White and Red.
"How is everyone?", The All mother asked, her head titled to the side in what could only be described as casual. Carefully, Rigela opened her mouth to answer, realizing that she could not lie or be dishonest to a glorious being such as this.
"Most are well, but some are tired, they have been working all morning to get the loot and horses ready, Your holiness", It came out much more casual then she would like, but if this was the end for her, then at least it was her instead of one of the younger folk.
The full head of perfect lustrous white hair bobbed up and down, and Rigela strained her ears and barely caught a snippet of what their savior said.
"-er situation is probably bad, we are in a desert after all, but... I wonder If i could create water...."
Yujul's eyes widened only a bit, and he was writing again. Rigela knew why.
' "The All Mother is the source of all the gods, the creator of all, so of course, she is capable of War, with her instruments of death born from her children. She is capable of storms, with her fields of love, one of which we sit inside right now. Most importantly She is capable of Creation, for she is the origin of all things",Yujul whispered aggressively almost to the point of yelling, but not there yet, his preaching only broken up by questions the awake members of the camp asked, their eyes full of stars and hope.'
Yujul went on and one last night, and Rigela found herself drawn to the irresistible energy even as her eyelids gained weight and her arms stopped weaving the clothes she was working on, her ears remained open.
To create water in the infamous desert would be a feat only a god could do, and she herself was convinced that only the God of Storms or the All Mother was capable of it. Then again, to place limits on divinity is to Blaspheme, as Yujul's colorful rants made apparent.
"Ah, I forgot to ask yesterday, considering the whole... rampant slaughter and you all being freed, but what are your name's?", The All Mother asked after minutes of simply walking around the Slavers old caravan, her Crimson eyes flowing over the work and the attendants who were loading the looted material worked harder when they realized that they were in her presence, as any good man would.
She only hesitated for a single heartbeat before answering her.
"I am Rigela, and my companion here is Yujul, My Goddess."
"Ah, those are nice names, do you have any last names?"
Rigela could only shake her head and responded with a tepid no, hoping that she would overlook such a flaw.
"Hm", The Goddess dressed in black and white, hummed.
"Alright, everyone who's here can have my last name, consider it a... gift."
There was a beat of stunned silence and Yujul laughed.
...
Keira III
Something was different.
Keira didn't notice it yesterday or last night, but something felt subtly off, even as she cracked open another locked chest so that her compatriots can have its insides. everything was just subtly off.
Keira trained herself to check for sickness, for delusions and things that they only really taught Maesters in Old Town. Sucking a Maesters dick and stealing books on disease was one of the many things she did to teach herself of the world. Yet this 'offness' did not match any of the things she memorized or could recall.
It was without warning when she tried to stand, and then there was black.
...
She awoke to crimson eyes and beautiful hair, attach to a face that could beat any Noble woman's with ease, and Keira forced herself to not scream.
"Heya Kiddo, first time awakening your magic circuits?", The demon of her nightmares said with a tone much too jovial and this time Keira really did scream. Then darkness.
...
A whispering voice spoke words that only they were meant to hear.
"-ink, she'll be fine, I just have to trace her circuits and make sure she doesn't die of necrosis, man, i never knew healing Magecraft could awaken someone circuits....man these newly budding circuits aren't a joke either, she's easily a B or C rank mag-"
Keira did not think and swung at the sound, her mind a collage of non-sense and terror, before promptly passing out for the 3rd time.
...
The 3rd time she awoke, she was laying on some kind of bed, and the tell tale sounds of horses and rocking truly woke her up.
She looked down and found herself stripped bare except for her small-clothes and her knife, witch was stained with a red. The red of the blood was... unnatural it was brighter and more vibrant then any blood she had ever seen. But more importantly...
Why is there blood on my knife?
The carriage rocked again and she looked up to see her mother at her side and a conversation occuring with another person.
"She has Blasphemed greatly, to attack the All Mother in this way, and I will enacted her Penance", Yujul declared and Keira wished that she remained asleep.