@Dinh AaronMk Just to ask, out of curiosity at least, has anyone claimed the Ottomans or Ottoman lands?
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Leannah
Run.
Run.
RUN.
The catgirl would have cursed under her breath if she had the focus to, but right now her survival instincts were kicking into overdrive. She'd chosen to follow the new girl on the spur of the moment, and yet even with the shining gatehouse right there the thunderous steps of death followed rapidly. She could hear it. The stop. The growl. The movement now coming towards them. She'd jumped the gun. They'd jumped the gun. It was coming for them. Donovan was perhaps the safest one right now, all things considered in the heat of the moment, and they were being focused. Should they just gun for the exit? Should they scatter and hope it confused this thing? Would they all just gun for it and let Donovan die? Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit.
No. She had to think. Something on the-...crap.
Well, she'd lived a good life and gotten this chance at another start.
"DONOVAN, EVERYONE, FUCKING RUN!!!."
Wait. What?
"COME ON YOU BIG STONE SHITSTAIN, YOU WANT SOME OF THIS ASS? YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST, NOT THE LAST! GOTTA CATCH ME THOUGH!"
The catgirl virtually screamed at the stone giant as she began to break off to her right, heading north and beelined it toward the entrance door of the tower at top speed. Whatever 'magic' stuff she had in her, or something, maybe, she did her best to try to push it into action as well. Speed. Give her speed. Push it through her body like a flowing river. Imagine a flowing river. Imagine the racing currents are her body moving, but not her body beaming. Just don't let it fail, please. If she could do one thing right let it be this right now.
She didn't care if it made big light, or somehow amplified her voice, or whatever that could draw attention as a side effect. She wanted to draw attention as she darted off. Draw the big lug towards her a bit, scatter away with some insults tossed at it, see if she could help the others try to make a break for the exit.
But who knew? She believed that Malphas guy had some ability, so as she heard his own call aloud she decided to try something. She would try to believe. Believe he had the power to get them out of here. She wasn't going to complain right now about it. She was willing to do anything to get this to work.
Her spear was clutched in her hand so hard her knuckles were turning white, but heck she had to get moving. If she died trying to save some strangers, then at least she died on her own terms. Not that she'd get another chance, but it wasn't like she knew she was getting this second chance in the first place. Wasn't even guaranteed one. So yeah. No skin off her bones, ah, in that sense.
Ishara
Initially she raised an eyebrow at Itzara's comments that Sekhandur had forseen her coming, and that they'd planned for her from the start to accommodate her to boot! It was something to be expected for those who looked into the future itself, perhaps, but even so it was something most curious to be told and ponder over as well. Not that she wouldn't have more time to think on it, perhaps divine to see what may come in due time even. Yet it was the appearance of the golden prince's very teacher that caught her most by surprise in the end, flinging her out of her train of thought as she was left staring for a moment. The intimidating older magus was definitely something to behold for Ishara, though to see the very White Seer himself (Magus Ashur Kai) standing here was something more notable to her than his appearance!
He hadn't earned that designation of his for nothing, and to work so hard and gain such respect for his skill and work was something she respected greatly herself. It made butterflies flit about in her stomach, and the weight of his gaze was something fierce. Yet doing her best to keep a calm appearance and hold herself well, as the fear of embarrassing herself here or dooming her future was greater than it already was, the green-haired girl gave a respectful and deep nod to the older magus. She also met eyes with Sekhandur for a moment, letting a glimmer of understanding cross her face before calmly steeling herself to speak to the boy's master.
"I wouldn't seek to pull down a peer in their studies, nor distract them from them," she said, answering the Magus' rather pressing question as she tried to do her best under the pressure of his sudden presence.
...Though the bit about Magus Dagon and himself not being suited for 'this climate' was something that made sense. All had a 'climate' they were best suited to, even if they had to work to find which it was. For example, she'd be more than woefully under-prepared to being a fisherman or taking on a job like her mothers each did! Such a climate would be totally ill for her. Such was seemingly true for Sorcerers as well, who might be best suited to being around their work and peers than a big social gathering (if her theory was correct enough).
Two weeks...running low on food...the talking chicken above me is starting to look tasty. Yes. Hmm...send help!
Leannah
Ruined Building (???), ???
...Screaming and running Scottish Man? Check. Sounds related to the generally understood gist of "some asshole just blew our location wide open"? Yes. Dealing with Malphas and Narkissa here with her at the same time as things went to hell and the grinding stone giant screamed in a robotic-like shriek that drilled into her ears? Priceless.
"...SOME ASSHOLE FIRED A BOW FROM THE ROOF AND RAN OFF! IDIOT DREW THE DAMN THING'S ATTENTION!"
She could shout at this point, it was of no consequence when death was grinding and barreling closer to them in a heartbeat. There wasn't time to plan. There wasn't time to do anything else but act at this point. At least that was what her mind told her. Even if her breathing began to slow after her brief burst of loud frustration, the catgirl found herself falling back right into her martial arts instincts before anything else...like a re-calibrating kick to the head.
"Dammit. Ok, Malphas, Narkissa, we need to move! Donovan's trying to get the thing's attention! Come on, let's get going!"
With that, the catgirl motioned for the others to follow her...grabbing up her spear in hand and blitzing for the exit. If she was as fit as this, then maybe all of them were. Probably. Hopefully. All she knew was that they needed to move, some asshole had blown their cover, and Donovan was playing the stupid sacrifice. She had to solve that last and first thing before all else, at least in her own mind, though right now the time to move had come. They couldn't dally about anymore.
If she saw something good or useful on the way out she'd grab it up, but other than that she was going to keep moving at top speed.
Hello?
Leannah
Second Floor, Ruined Building (???), ???
Well...at least Malphas was being more cooperative this time around, Donovan had completed those stairs, and the person upstairs had finally spoken! That much was a relief at the very least, and she'd even nodded along at the thoughts of her compatriots before turning her head towards the latest arrival among their 'bunch'. Albeit the new girl seemed nervous, which was to be expected given the sheer lunacy of this situation. Literally.
"Name's Leannah! Got pulled here by the goddess, just like everyone else it seems-"
The catgirl suddenly froze in place, like a deer in the headlights, as her ears flicked in the direction of the left wall. Scratching noise, and the ground shifting as something that had been making the ground shake approached. Was it the Guardian? No idea. But whether it was or not, it could draw attention to them as well.
"Ok people, look alive! Planning time's up! Something is closing in on us, so let's get armed, be ready, and get moving!"
She called out aloud for the others to hear, though she wasn't trying to project her voice to everything outside those walls either. A light panic crossed her face as she spoke, though soon after a certain resolve seemed to cross her face as she whipped out her spear and looked towards the doorway.
Ishara
The green-haired noble gave a respectful nod to each of the other Fellows as she was introduced, though otherwise mentally took note of the others in turn.
Ukris' name and his father were indeed people she'd heard of before, or at least their names were not registering as 'alien' to her, and his hair was rather indicative of his status as being among a certain southern river-dwelling clan. He seemed to jovial sort that had been through some kind of rough-and-tumble given his prosthetic tooth. Perhaps a hard working sort of person? Though Sekhandur wouldn't have taken him in if he was lazy, that much she could glean about the noble son's demeanor already.
Mekhari and Djedhor were another story, however, as their appearance almost seemed twin-like in effect. Or rather, more like a pair of siblings from at least one similar parents. Perhaps it was the Aemeni blood they had that led to such a thought, however, but she'd most definitely heard of their houses to be frank. A more noble demeanor seemed to hang about them, and the polite nod was something to be expected in that case. Perhaps the type of people to hang around a 'prodigy' such as Sekhandur. She got the feeling there was more than met the eye, however, when it came to the two noble sons.
Then came the final member of the "Lion's Spirit", and seemingly the only other other girl than herself that was to be among these ranks. Her head was shaved and her petite frame seemed to speak of a fragility or sickliness, at least traditionally speaking, though her beauty was something to note. Yet despite the distinctly odd lack of introducing her 'pedigree' or family's relations to Photep, which drew Ishara's curiosity even further, the girl seemed to carry gentle eyes and a soft voice that matched her outward appearance. Something to both note, but also something to keep herself from falling into the trap of. Considering the girl was here and involved with these people, it was reasonable enough to assume she was a rather adept Noviate in her own right.
Though of course Sekhandur, as much as she had respect for his skills, would push out those assumptions as expected. More than expected, actually, as she'd have been more surprised without him sounding as he had been. Fit the stereotype of a noble and magic prodigy to a 'T', so incredibly so she rather unconsciously and unthinkingly took a mental note to keep an eye on the boy.
"I must confess, to be looked forward to so much by others is something I did not expect. Even so I am honored to be here, and to have been invited in the first place!" Ishara confessed as she took the offered seat, an ever so noticeable hint of sheepishness in her voice as she genuinely tried to come off somewhat humble despite her polite manner of speaking, "Though I am embarrassed to admit I have many a question, and am eager to get working with you all! I pray I will at least be a good, contributing member of this Fellowship of course."
The Castle
Safe to say, the nerves still seemed to run hot through her veins like a wildfire as the girl approached the castle. It had been a small journey of its own to get to the Castle, though for those days prior to even that she'd been busy preparing herself for it all. Not that her parents weren't nervous of their own accord in those days as well. Regardless, she'd been seen off by her family with a meal and packed lunch...a moving event for them all despite her promise to come back alive and as an adult. Because the truth was there was no guarantee that she'd be coming back alive, depending on how this all went.
...Even so, she had to go out there, she had to see it all. It was her selfish wish that she couldn't deny, even if the thought of doing so came to mind a few times before. It burned within her like the heat of the forge, and if she couldn't temper herself in this fire then what right did she have to be a great smith's daughter?
"You worry too much, young one."
The redhead, snapped out of her thoughts, glanced over to her side. Riding upon a ghostly stag was her Eidolon, or as the creature had introduced herself years ago: "Melu". Earlier the diminutive creature had conjured a great many to ride along with them, like a procession, but the idea of marching up to the castle with an army of child-sized creatures in procession was a bit 'much' for the girl's own tastes. Too flashy, or perhaps just too embarrassing outright. Either way, Melu had accommodated her with a chuckle before they got too close.
"Well, if I die then my family will be in hard times. It is a great honor to answer these summons to such a grand mission as well, so naturally I'd be nervous..."
The ghostly humanoid gave a chuckle.
"While reasonable concern is one thing, worry not about-...hmm?"
A flash of red, perhaps almost a glow when under the sunlight, seemed to dart about overhead in the sky. Then a loud caw.
"Seems another has spotted us," Melu commented with a slight smirk, "I shall go to welcome them in the meantime, as you head to the gate of course."
Leyann let out a small sigh. Not the first time Melu's whims would lead to something like this, but not the first time she'd probably land by her side again after a short jaunt. All the redhead could do was give a nod to the Eidolon, watching her dissipate the stag and conjure up a hawk to ride upon before Melu took off into the air towards the source of the cawing.
Meanwhile, as the girl looked to the approaching gates she noticed something odd. Or rather, perhaps to be expected. Another boy, about her age from her estimation, talking to a confused looking guard. Also some small hot rock looking Eidolon. Shuffling her pack to get more comfortable, spear and gear rattling slightly, Leyann ultimately walked up to the trio and gave a casual wave.
"Er, hello there! I am here to answer the king's summons, if I may so pass inside."
Izumi Yamamoto
Farmland Area, Fork in the Road
Well, Rider had just gotten a nice change of wardrobe! Very nice. It was at least one step in all of this, considering what her servant had to do to get to full power. Hmm. But this at least solved the first problem, and made him more usable to boot. If nothing else, having some kind of allies in all of this would be better than not. Better than getting shot in the face on first contact at least.
On the other hand, the master of Oda Nobunaga was not someone that seemed to be rather...acclimated? Acclimated. Not that she wasn't having to take this all in, but when it came to magecraft she was used to seeing oddities. Well, odd things kinda sorta like this. Maybe...ah, perhaps she shouldn't ponder on that too much.
[color=F1493]"I mean, you summoned quite the pick for someone who doesn't seem so acclimated to things like this, very tatcial,"[/color] the gun-toting girl said to Haru, giving a wink and putting her own arms behind her head in a causal manner, "But don't worry! If you need someone to walk ya' through the magecraft-y stuff, there's me too! And don't forget Rider here, he's got quite the punch once he gets rolling!"
She was confident in that much, though her gut feeling about Haru seemed to persist regardless. The woman didn't seem much on first impression, but maybe she just needed someone to show her the ropes? Like basics or something. Something like that. Probably would have time to talk about it later, though, given what was going on right now.
Minamoto no Tametomo
...Canceling the sound, eh? He couldn't hear a thing about them, but he still had his eyes on the situation without a doubt. Wasn't much of a surprise though. A musician was a musician, just like an oni was an oni. But that made it all the more exciting and challenging. However, he'd have to change things up a little bit in order to keep up with what was going on.
'If our opponent wants to strike up a tune to cut past the illusions, then let's give them a performance to match!'
As the Archer communicated to his masters, a certain glee tinting his tone somewhat as he made his move. The Saber before him charged forward at him again with another attack seemingly ready, but the Archer-class servant already had another attack and move readied. Leaping back off of the light-pole once more, as he'd done the first time, the servant made it seem as if he was leaping back to the next pole in turn.
'Wait for it...wait for it...now!'
This time the bowman unleashed three arrows at the same time at his opponent, timed to almost the moment he would have 'landed' on the next lamp post. Yet rather than land, he would ultimately narrowly overshoot the lamp post on purpose this time. A feint, in other words, timed to try to catch his opponent by surprise by barely overshooting the lamp post and unleashing an attack at an odd time. Even so, the servant would already be preparing his next shot by the time he would land on the ground a ways beyond the lamp post he had made it seem he was moving to.
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