[center][h3][color=f9ad81]Raidah o' Reddo, Genghis Khan[/color][/h3][/center]
[center]Location: Urquhart Castle
Interacting with: Ilse Koenig, everyone else[/center]


Death is a strange place, is it not? A collective of lost souls travelling and surging through the energies of the world, as if no longer a spirit but now a resource for everything to build. The tidalwaves of clashing mana thrashing anything in it's path, and this lone spirit lingered as a part of it all. As a part of the greater picture. As a part of the eternal blue sky.

The sole spirit rested for now, when a massive ray shot up into it's home. Many of the other spirits curiously closed into the portal, yet none could enter. Only the lonesome soul could, and it knew. And so it entered the magical vortex, answering the call within it's heart, and accepting the task asked of it. The strange sensation of the surging mana that somehow eventually started to form it's body again, the numbness surging through the mound of mana-infused flesh, and the merging of the spirit and the newly formed body now standing in the middle of a magical circle.

What is this? The scents, the sounds, and the flickering of eyelids leaving sight. Ah, so she has been summoned back to the world again, it is. And the feeling of soft fur to her hand made her fling her head back to see the white mane of her favored horse. [color=f9ad81]"Oh,
 this thing. Grail War was it? Alright then."[/color] She muttered lowly to herself in thought, before looking over at the others in the room, a soft smile on her lips, [color=f9ad81]"Yo. I s'ppose I'm the Rider, is it? Nice ta' meet ya'll. And ye'swell, Masteh."[/color] She nodded in direction at the young girl before stepping forth with her horse by her side.