Fire, Ice, and the Kraken (Fate X ASOIAF, Jalter quest)

Winning Vote : Use your fist, teach him humility

You drop your sword to the ground, giving him a mocking grin whilst you get into fighting stance. Feet shoulders apart, right foot in front, and both Hands up.

The older rider speaks up seemingly chastising the younger boy, "Laz't yer tihat toki rakh? mae tihikh yer ven jin haj rakh"

Your opponent seems to get agitated, it seems your dismissal of his strength by dropping your sword is getting to him.

Good, he'll be sloppy

Then slowly he approaches you, brandishing his Kopesh and twirling it around. He's better off being a performer not a fighter. You tense your body up for an attack, and you can't help but grin.

He is only human and you're a servant, an existence that is much more powerful. You are the manifestation of a hero (albeit its twisted form) and he is but a grunt.

Men like him might be fast against other opponents but to a servant? he may as well be a snail.

His Kopesh-looking weapon slashes at you but you see it from a mile away. You've fought monsters, You've fought demons, and went toe-to-toe against great heroes; whats another grunt to you?

You duck mid-swing in an exaggerated way whilst you grin, further fueling his anger and embarrassment. He uses the momentum of his swing to go for an overhead slash hoping to slice at your head, he didn't even cut a single hair. You sidestep from his attack which catches him off guard, was I too fast for you, and he flails his Kopesh to your general direction all the while cutting off the tall grass around you.

It would've made for a good picture at least, two warriors fighting in a sea of grass at sunset, your silhouettes dancing with each other as tall grass after tall grass are cut down during the fighting. If only he was good.

You start to grow bored playing with him, your dodging and weaving have brought him to a state of utter rage now, he shouts loudly after each swing. His rage would've led to a good fight if he was a berserker, not a mundane human. You stop dodging and stand perfectly straight. You've got a good idea of how sharp his Kopesh is and you allow him to hit your arm-piece with it. The weapon hits you at the forearm but it didn't even penetrate the armour. He freezes in petrifying shock.

You know he won't understand you but you take the time to say the obvious anyway.

"You're an idiot, an overeager idiot" You bring out your most patronizing and condescending voice for him to hear, at least he'll understand that.

You can see him sweat furiously and his legs start to shake though you could see the incomprehension on his face.

"But you're young, So I'll just give you this lesson rather than kill you", you stare balefully at him, your smile and narrow eyes promising him pain. " I'm a generous teacher, but a teacher still needs to get paid. So for payment well..."

Still smiling, you grasp his Kopesh holding arm and squeeze. He screams as his grip slackens and the Kopesh falls. Then you grasp him by the neck with your armoured glove as you lift him up, up above the tall grass.

The younger rider regains his composure but just barely, in a pleading tone he speaks, "tat vo nakho anna qafat! anha ki toki qafat tiholat!"

He's probably asking you to spare his life, oh what a wuss it'll only hurt a bit.

A single gut punch shuts him up as he struggles for breath, gasping deeply for air. Eventually, he passes out as you drop him to the ground landing with a thud.

"You good fight" The baritone voice of the older rider reminds you of his existence. The elder rider looked at the passed out body of the younger one and spits at him. "He dumb boy, want please Khal Forzo with you". he points at you

huh...so they can speak broken English?

This just creates more question on what era you've appeared on but from what you're surmising, the boy wanted to give you to his tribe chief to please him and so you could bear his children? You snort derisively at that.

"Well if he isn't hopeless he'll learn his lesson"

The older rider gives you an approving look, "Hopeless die"

You chuckle and grabbed St.Catherine from the ground and held it casually.

A silence has set in between you two as the older rider eyes your black sword.

What to do...

[] Ask the man how he's learned to speak English.
[] Ask him where the nearest city is.
[] Ask the rider if you could take the boy's horse
[] Come with him to wherever he's going
[]Write in___

QM Note: Yeah Jeanne is really powerful in this world and the other 2 servants too. I don't really have much of the overarching goals for the other servants realized yet, but you won't be meeting them in a long time . Unless you go directly to Westeros of course but you've still gotta find them.

After some reflection I realize my writing can be a bit stiff and Unnecessarily wordy so Feedback is much appreciated!

QM Note: oof, this one was a doozy. Dialogue and character interactions are quite hard to do and easy to mess up.


After the trading of gestures and broken sentences, He finally realizes that you want to go with him to wherever he came from. He looks at you in silence and gives you a long pause, the wind swaying his braided beard during the setting sun. Eventually, he nods in assent and drops down off his horse to grab the young boy's body. He hefts the young boy up, supporting the unconscious kid with his shoulder before putting him at the back of his horse. The elder rider jumps up to his horse and proceeds to support the kid with his back to keep him from falling.

The young kid's horse is left vacant as you look to the elder rider in askance. He grunts and shakes his head and proceeded to bring his horse near the young kid's and grasp its reins. He now directs two horses whilst supporting the weight of a passed out kid, it paints a surreal picture to be sure but you've seen weirder.

He gently trods his horse to some direction as the young kid's horse follows, you jog up to his side as the armour at your arms and legs clink at your every step. The wind freezes you as the feeling of cold spreads throughout your body. You look down and you realize that you should probably manifest your old armour soon, either the one with or without the cape you're not sure, you just want to cover up. Maybe you should manifest that armour when you have your own privacy or maybe when he isn't looking, but even then he'd probably ask about it when he looks back at you. Speaking of manifesting, he seems to be looking just straight ahead, and whilst you have the chance you manifest a sheath for St.Catherine out of his sight and insert the holy sword there. Hopefully, he has never noticed that you didn't have a sheath with you this entire time.

You absolutely have no idea about the state of Magecraft and Magi in this era and you'd rather not flaunt your servant power right now, not until you know more. Which is a strange new feeling, different than your time in the French singularity. Back then you had an idea of who was who and what was what, and you were given the tools to bring it all down thanks to that madman. You've burned all those sycophants in Orleans, Conquered Paris in a day, and the feeling you had burning that damn bishop...Oh yes! His screams still haunt your dreams in the most pleasant way. it's a shame Chaldea had to reset it all for the Grand Order, double shame that you had to fight HER.

sigh If only you had the grail right now, you could summon those dragons again, and maybe even Fafnir, how glorious would that be? how fun? The elder rider grunts at your direction interrupting your blissful reminiscence.

"yer hash...not Westorosi?" He asks

"No, French" You respond

The man scrunches his face up, clearly thinking very hard

"What...is...Fur-ren-cha" you can hear each syllable spoken was given a lot of thought.

"A country" You leave it at that

"Country...ah! Rhaesh, Country is Rhaesh"

"If you say so..." He grunts deeply. "say" He turns his head towards you, " who taught you to speak English?"

"Eeng-gul-lish?"

You make a gesture of words coming out of your mouth, "You know, the language I'm speaking and the one you're attempting speak. "

"Oh, Kommon Tang?"

Common Tongue? Is that what English is called here? "sigh" And just when you thought you wouldn't be more confused about this era...

"Yes common tongue" you say exasperated

"Khal Forzo Nayat teach me" He says, ignoring your tired tone.

Hmm, So this Khal Forzo, who is likely to be his tribe chief, taught him. Is Nayat a last name for his people or does it mean something else like a scribe or an educated man?

"Oh? why is that?" You ask.

"I am Ko" He grins as if being a Ko is a matter of pride.

"What's a Ko "

"Ko Is uhh... Jin shillat akkelenak fin lajat ha Khal" He speaks louder this time after a moment of hesitation.

A short pause settles and you can't really comprehend what he's saying despite the emotions he's putting behind his words.

"Nevermind" You say. He nods at your response and proceeds to look forward, Night has set in and the stars shine bright. Though there's something strange about the arrangement of the stars that you can't really put your finger on. The night sky still looks beautiful and there isn't much sound to distract from your observation.

You look to the elder rider to your side and speak, "You know, I've never asked you where you're from"

"Where I from?" He rubs his nose as he says it and narrows his eyes.

"Yes"

"Where I from? I from Dothraki' He puts at fist at his chest with a fist as he says this.

You quirk an eyebrow at that, Dothraki he says, Can't say I've ever heard a horsetribe be named that.

You ask him again, "and what are Dothraki?"

"Dothraki...ride horse.........."

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".......and what do you call that weapon, a Kopesh?" You point at his curved blade

" ah no no no" He shakes his head and spins the sickle-like-weapon with his fingers, he then stops and points it at you, "Arakh" he says, before swinging the weapon around, slashing at imagined enemies. Each swing creates a fwup sound as his performance goes on for a bit before stopping.

You've been walking, he's been trodding, for a while now. The moon is right above you and there are no sounds, 'cept for the clopping of horses in the dead of night.

You start to see something ahead of you, as you focus your eyes, you see large circle huts dot the area with only torches lighting them up. About 4-5 men holding torches patrol the area, some of em seem to be in conversation with one another. And at the centre of this gathering of huts is a hut that dwarves the rest of them. Larger and taller than all the other huts, this might be where this tribe chief is.

Eventually, you're within throwing distance of the largest hut as the elder rider exclaims his arrival.

"Anha'm tat tihat anna qoy anni qoy!"

The torchbearers scramble to your direction, you spot one of them go to the central hut as everyone else gets nearer to you. The elder rider drops down and grabs the unconscious boy with him, one of the torchbearers goes towards the rider as the rider just throws the boy at him. The torchbearer brings the Lanky Kid into a fireman carry and sprints to the hut closest to the central one. Then the rest of the torchbearer's circles around you with their Arakhs pointed towards you. The moment becomes tense as everyone is silent, Then the elder rider shouts at them and they disperse, clearly he's got some authority here. You move on with your companion unmolested and he guides you to the central Hut.

The Hut itself is quite plain, mainly comprised of some brown leather. But the man who comes out of that hat is the opposite of plain. He has quite the massive body, one may call it fat, but he doesn't walk nor stand like a person who never had exercised in months. He seems fit for a person of his stature, you can see some defined muscle tone on him despite the seemingly chubby exterior. He's taller than you, at least by a head, and he's got a braided beard just like your companion here only longer. His hair too is braided and longer too, You're guessing that the more the braids, the stronger the man in this 'Dothraki' culture. His nose is huge and thick whilst his eyes are narrow and menacing.

Which is contrasted by the warm smile you see upon his face.

He speaks in a voice much higher and raspy than your companion and hugs him tightly.

" Qoy anni qoy, anha davra ha yeri tikh jadat irge" He speaks warmly and happily

Your companion reciprocates his hug, "Anha tikh vo tikh elat rek dik qoy anni qoy", He says

You're starting to feel left out in all of this. Maybe you should really learn the language sometime.

They both de-attach themselves from each other as the Chief looks at you quite intensely. He looks back at the elderly rider, " jin nayat ajjin fin tat jin mem?" He asks him.

Your companion nods, "sek, akka mae's jin davra lajat ale, fichat yeri nayat here, mae disse stat common"

The chief shouts, "Laenesha!", immediately you hear someone scrambling out of the tent. The women that came out of the tent doesn't look like the copper-skinned riders around this gathering of huts. In fact, she's pretty light skinned with Caucasian features and has a pretty plain face to look at. A pointy nose that bends upwards, somewhat big eyes, and raven black hair; You guess she can be considered exotic around these parts.

The massive chief whispers something softly to the woman, she nods in assent and looks at you.

Her voice is levelled and sounds light and soft as if she was some delicate flower.

"Greetings Wanderer," She says.

Finally, someone, I could understand

"You are at the presence of the great Khal Forzo son of Lavakho, do show him the respect and dignity that he deserves"

He speaks softly to the lady again, "Khal Forzo is stunned by your beauty oh ethereal wanderer, he allows you the honour of being his concubine -- no -- Khaleesi, wife"

"Do I have any say in this?" You ask exasperated, this is starting to get quite irritating and you think up a hundred scenarios to kill this chief in front of you.

" Why would you deny it? The position of Khaleesi is a great position to be in his Khalasar, It is known"

" But What if I deny him?"

The woman looks at the chief and tells him something in that enigmatic 'Dothraki' language. The chief tells her something else, his voice firm and almost loud.

The woman finally looks at you and says, "Then he will have his men enslave you ".

That does it now, "Well..." You slowly walk forward towards the presumed chief. He looks at you with intensity, as if daring you to strike at him. " Tell this Khal Forzo that if he or any of his men try to touch me or force themselves onto me I will personally burn this entire shithole of a tribe. I'll burn every woman and child, impale every man here" You pause for a bit, letting your words sink in the translator's head. You then adopt a twisted ear to ear grin as you kept advancing towards the chief, " and I'll leave you to die last so I could watch you die a slow painful death as the maggots and flies desecrate your body".

You realize that you've drawn a crowd, 6 of these copper-skinned Dothraki men hold their Arakhs to themselves and watch your every move.

Khal Forzo doesn't break your sight as he speaks in a low voice. "hash..."

The lady relays it back, "that is quite the bold statement"

You respond, "One I'm willing to back"

The woman relays what you said to Khal Forzo, Forzo speaks a single word deeply and threateningly, "qosarvenikh..."

The Woman looks at you right at your sickly yellow eyes, "The Great Khal wants you to prove it"

[] Use your sword to dispatch the Dothraki men surrounding you.
[] Summon your great lance and sweep the area
[] Burn them all, you wonder how prone grasslands are to wildfires.
[]Write in...