Fire, Ice, and the Kraken (Fate X ASOIAF, Jalter quest)
- Thread starter Mathen57
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- Crossover Fantasy
Prologue 1-4
Mathen57
Shotgun for a brain
- Location
- Jakarta, Indonesia
[X] Summon your great lance and sweep the area
Are all of these Dothraki as stupid as the young kid you fought? It's a wonder that they're able to face cities when their own leaders, these Khals, act so greedily and shortsightedly. If this Forzo wanted you as a concubine couldn't he just wait a bit? It's much more sensible to give a wanderer food and a roof to sleep under then bring up the question rather than demand them outright. Though you would've denied it anyway. What a crappy first impression you're having of them.
You notice 6 different Arakhs just touching your throat ready to slice you up, the Dothraki companion of yours grabs this Khal Forzo by the shoulder, he says something in what seems like a warning, Forzo just pushes him aside and snorts derisively.
"Yer astat mae davra vosma mae disse lajat losha, mae vo haj. Tihat mae lajat zhinda dothraki qoy sajak akka kisha tihat fin mae davra " He says pompously, "Arrek ishish mae ishish worth kishi kashi".
Guess that's your cue to give em a show. The Arakhs at your throat puts you in a tricky situation, dodge to the right and that's your throat sliced, Dodging left would've had the same outcome. So you do what you always do when you're in a bad situation, a situation so bad that there's nowhere else to go but up.
FWOOM
You jump as high as the central hut leaving them dumbfounded and staggered. You feel parts of your body's been scratched by the Arakhs but they are what they are, just scratches. You land away from the staggered circle of the 6 confused Dothrakis. You slowly stand up, back ramrod straight, arms crossed and chin up. They stare dumbfounded at your imperious form.
The Dothrakis gain their composure back as they're reinforced by some more of their men, most likely brought here because of the commotion. The group now numbers around 13 men they have an assortment of arms with them. You see men wielding whips, Bolas, and those ubiquitous Arakhs. They slowly approach you, stances low and ready to pounce.
You will your main weapon to manifest as fire ignites out of your wrist to form a ludicrous lance twice your height. The flag of your sigil sways proudly in the night wind with the vague visage of a dragon's form sewn into the centre of the purple and white flag. Your unholy black lance causes the group to stop and pause. You drink the tense silence as you look at the faces of every confused Dothraki in the group.
You will your flag to wrap itself around your lance so it won't get in the way, this startles the group even more. There is a pregnant pause in this Dothraki camp as you see both your Companion and Forzo contemplate the impossible sight of a short girl like you holding such a massive lance.
You hope your visage and the sudden appearance of the lance would dissuade them from attacking you. Anyone can hold a sword and look menacing, but it takes a special skill to hold a massive lance comfortably and with confidence. A skill you hope they notice is within you and discourage them from conducting acts of malice upon your person.
The dam breaks, one of the riders pounce at you with his Arakh screaming.
AIIIIIIYAYAYAYA ---- Fwup! Scrunch!
His scream is interrupted by your swing of the lance, its shaft striking him at the chest as you hear his ribs break. He lies bonelessly to the left of the group, you could see his chest still rise up and down indicating that he's alive.
One
Your world is suddenly saturated by the sounds of Dothraki screaming at you with fury.
A horizontal Swipe of your lance takes out 3 men from the group, leaving about 9 men arrayed against you.
4
A Dothraki readies his whip as you notice another Dothraki about to slash your back with his Arakh. You turn around to slap his Arakh away with your free hand before jabbing him at his head. He staggers a bit, both hands covering his now crooked and bleeding nose before collapsing, reeling in pain.
5
You feel something pull at your lance as you see the Dothraki's whip wrapped around it, you suddenly feel something tie your free arm to your torso as you notice the Bola wielding Dothraki at the far back of the group. A glance to your right shows yet another Dothraki with an Arakh slashing towards you. A side step allows the Dothraki's Arakh to narrowly miss your chest and instead slice at the Bola's chains, it barely cuts but it is enough for you to free your hand, breaking the chains entirely.
So arrogant, To think they can subdue me with this, You hold the chains connected to one of the weights of the Bola and swing it at the offending Dothraki. You're too fast for him and the weight caves his head in with a sickening crunch.
6
The Whip wielder is still attempting to pull at your lance but it is futile, Human strength is nothing compared to that of a servant, and you're one of the stronger ones. You pull your lance towards you which sends the Whip wielder flying. You intercept his flying body by throwing the Bola at his direction. It hits him in the chest as he goes "OOF", the crunch of broken ribs fills you with delight. He drops to the ground bonelessly.
7
Two Dothraki men flank your sides as a bowman aims at your back and the Bola wielding man readies to throw again. You dodge the arrow as it hits the Bola wielding Dothraki, and proceed to twirl your lance, it's shaft hitting the flanking copper-skinned men at your sides. They both collapse as you turn to face the bowman.
10
The bowman is guarded by an Arakh wielder who's using a defensive stance, His arms are close to his body whilst his legs are spread wide and balanced. Your lance comes at his side like an arrow but he redirects it away with the curved part of his Arakh.
schrrrring
You're impressed but you recover quickly and use the momentum of your lance's redirection to hit the Arakh wielder with the butt of your spear. He attempts to parry it but you're too fast and your lance breaks his arm. His arm falls limp and you thrust the blunt end of your Lance towards his gut, it connects and he falls.
11
You slowly walk towards the Bowman as he scrambles to ready his bow. He releases and the arrow flies towards you, only for you to grab it, its arrowhead almost touching your eye. The shaft of your lance hits him at the groin just for your amusement as he passes out.
12
Where is the last one you wonder? that can't be all--
Swing!
You grabbed the Arakh at the last minute, it's blade almost hitting your back, and you slowly turn to face the offending wielder.
idiot
It's the same Lanky kid from before, seems like he's woken up from unconsciousness and from the looks of it, has completely forgotten the lesson you've taught him. He stares at you not with fear, but with defiance. Though it is not the defiance you see in men who battle against their own fate but the sort of defiance of a petulant child who's angry for not getting what he wanted.
"Yer hash...bitch, "he says, trying his best to pronounce "bitch". You're starting to fume at the insult and his smug grin. Bad first impressions indeed.
Now how are you gonna deal with this brat?
[] Burn him slowly
[] Brutally maim and murder him in front of his tribe
[] Impale him with your Lance
[] Mercy
[] Write-in___
QM Notes: Will edit out grammatical errors in a bit but here it is! Feedback is appreciated.
Are all of these Dothraki as stupid as the young kid you fought? It's a wonder that they're able to face cities when their own leaders, these Khals, act so greedily and shortsightedly. If this Forzo wanted you as a concubine couldn't he just wait a bit? It's much more sensible to give a wanderer food and a roof to sleep under then bring up the question rather than demand them outright. Though you would've denied it anyway. What a crappy first impression you're having of them.
You notice 6 different Arakhs just touching your throat ready to slice you up, the Dothraki companion of yours grabs this Khal Forzo by the shoulder, he says something in what seems like a warning, Forzo just pushes him aside and snorts derisively.
"Yer astat mae davra vosma mae disse lajat losha, mae vo haj. Tihat mae lajat zhinda dothraki qoy sajak akka kisha tihat fin mae davra " He says pompously, "Arrek ishish mae ishish worth kishi kashi".
Guess that's your cue to give em a show. The Arakhs at your throat puts you in a tricky situation, dodge to the right and that's your throat sliced, Dodging left would've had the same outcome. So you do what you always do when you're in a bad situation, a situation so bad that there's nowhere else to go but up.
FWOOM
You jump as high as the central hut leaving them dumbfounded and staggered. You feel parts of your body's been scratched by the Arakhs but they are what they are, just scratches. You land away from the staggered circle of the 6 confused Dothrakis. You slowly stand up, back ramrod straight, arms crossed and chin up. They stare dumbfounded at your imperious form.
The Dothrakis gain their composure back as they're reinforced by some more of their men, most likely brought here because of the commotion. The group now numbers around 13 men they have an assortment of arms with them. You see men wielding whips, Bolas, and those ubiquitous Arakhs. They slowly approach you, stances low and ready to pounce.
You will your main weapon to manifest as fire ignites out of your wrist to form a ludicrous lance twice your height. The flag of your sigil sways proudly in the night wind with the vague visage of a dragon's form sewn into the centre of the purple and white flag. Your unholy black lance causes the group to stop and pause. You drink the tense silence as you look at the faces of every confused Dothraki in the group.
You will your flag to wrap itself around your lance so it won't get in the way, this startles the group even more. There is a pregnant pause in this Dothraki camp as you see both your Companion and Forzo contemplate the impossible sight of a short girl like you holding such a massive lance.
You hope your visage and the sudden appearance of the lance would dissuade them from attacking you. Anyone can hold a sword and look menacing, but it takes a special skill to hold a massive lance comfortably and with confidence. A skill you hope they notice is within you and discourage them from conducting acts of malice upon your person.
The dam breaks, one of the riders pounce at you with his Arakh screaming.
AIIIIIIYAYAYAYA ---- Fwup! Scrunch!
His scream is interrupted by your swing of the lance, its shaft striking him at the chest as you hear his ribs break. He lies bonelessly to the left of the group, you could see his chest still rise up and down indicating that he's alive.
One
Your world is suddenly saturated by the sounds of Dothraki screaming at you with fury.
A horizontal Swipe of your lance takes out 3 men from the group, leaving about 9 men arrayed against you.
4
A Dothraki readies his whip as you notice another Dothraki about to slash your back with his Arakh. You turn around to slap his Arakh away with your free hand before jabbing him at his head. He staggers a bit, both hands covering his now crooked and bleeding nose before collapsing, reeling in pain.
5
You feel something pull at your lance as you see the Dothraki's whip wrapped around it, you suddenly feel something tie your free arm to your torso as you notice the Bola wielding Dothraki at the far back of the group. A glance to your right shows yet another Dothraki with an Arakh slashing towards you. A side step allows the Dothraki's Arakh to narrowly miss your chest and instead slice at the Bola's chains, it barely cuts but it is enough for you to free your hand, breaking the chains entirely.
So arrogant, To think they can subdue me with this, You hold the chains connected to one of the weights of the Bola and swing it at the offending Dothraki. You're too fast for him and the weight caves his head in with a sickening crunch.
6
The Whip wielder is still attempting to pull at your lance but it is futile, Human strength is nothing compared to that of a servant, and you're one of the stronger ones. You pull your lance towards you which sends the Whip wielder flying. You intercept his flying body by throwing the Bola at his direction. It hits him in the chest as he goes "OOF", the crunch of broken ribs fills you with delight. He drops to the ground bonelessly.
7
Two Dothraki men flank your sides as a bowman aims at your back and the Bola wielding man readies to throw again. You dodge the arrow as it hits the Bola wielding Dothraki, and proceed to twirl your lance, it's shaft hitting the flanking copper-skinned men at your sides. They both collapse as you turn to face the bowman.
10
The bowman is guarded by an Arakh wielder who's using a defensive stance, His arms are close to his body whilst his legs are spread wide and balanced. Your lance comes at his side like an arrow but he redirects it away with the curved part of his Arakh.
schrrrring
You're impressed but you recover quickly and use the momentum of your lance's redirection to hit the Arakh wielder with the butt of your spear. He attempts to parry it but you're too fast and your lance breaks his arm. His arm falls limp and you thrust the blunt end of your Lance towards his gut, it connects and he falls.
11
You slowly walk towards the Bowman as he scrambles to ready his bow. He releases and the arrow flies towards you, only for you to grab it, its arrowhead almost touching your eye. The shaft of your lance hits him at the groin just for your amusement as he passes out.
12
Where is the last one you wonder? that can't be all--
Swing!
You grabbed the Arakh at the last minute, it's blade almost hitting your back, and you slowly turn to face the offending wielder.
idiot
It's the same Lanky kid from before, seems like he's woken up from unconsciousness and from the looks of it, has completely forgotten the lesson you've taught him. He stares at you not with fear, but with defiance. Though it is not the defiance you see in men who battle against their own fate but the sort of defiance of a petulant child who's angry for not getting what he wanted.
"Yer hash...bitch, "he says, trying his best to pronounce "bitch". You're starting to fume at the insult and his smug grin. Bad first impressions indeed.
Now how are you gonna deal with this brat?
[] Burn him slowly
[] Brutally maim and murder him in front of his tribe
[] Impale him with your Lance
[] Mercy
[] Write-in___
QM Notes: Will edit out grammatical errors in a bit but here it is! Feedback is appreciated.
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Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
Aggressive diplomacy at its finest. Kind of impressed that they kept coming at us even after most of them got killed knocked out.
[X] Brutally maim and murder him in front of his tribe
That... seems in character? We already tried the Mercy bit with that guy, and it didn't quite pan out. Burning him does make us sound like a Targaryan, and impaling him... well, we've been doing that for twelve of them already, and yet they seem none the wiser (edit: wait, I somehow missed that Jeanne apparently went for a non-lethal takedown for all of them. Hmmm)
Also, on an unrelated note, I went on to check Jeanne Alter on the wiki to get a better feel of who our MC is, and found this tidbit:
If that carried over, oooh boy. Someone on this continent won't be happy to see us.
[X] Brutally maim and murder him in front of his tribe
That... seems in character? We already tried the Mercy bit with that guy, and it didn't quite pan out. Burning him does make us sound like a Targaryan, and impaling him... well, we've been doing that for twelve of them already, and yet they seem none the wiser (edit: wait, I somehow missed that Jeanne apparently went for a non-lethal takedown for all of them. Hmmm)
Also, on an unrelated note, I went on to check Jeanne Alter on the wiki to get a better feel of who our MC is, and found this tidbit:
If that carried over, oooh boy. Someone on this continent won't be happy to see us.
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Mathen57
Shotgun for a brain
- Location
- Jakarta, Indonesia
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] Choke him unconscious. If anyone else comes to have a go while you do so, hit them with him.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] Brutally maim and murder him in front of his tribe
Let's not, if we're playing Jalter. We should be faithful to the character, not transform her into an all-good white-knight. Well, we can but through character development, it's highly unlikely but better than just suddenly like this making an out-of-character action.
Let's not, if we're playing Jalter. We should be faithful to the character, not transform her into an all-good white-knight. Well, we can but through character development, it's highly unlikely but better than just suddenly like this making an out-of-character action.
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Ylamona
Konlulu~
Jalter is also not unnecessarily brutal except it's for her vengeance or something. She's mostly pragmatic cynical kind of person in anything not involved in vengeance.
Also this Jalter response the call to fight against Goetia, just saying.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
This is Avenger, she hates everything and just to be sure, I asked GM about what version of Jalter he is using in this Quest and confirmed it was the canon Jalter.
Jalter is not merciful, she gave this guy a chance which is already unlikely but a second one again and an insult to boot? Jalter, in this case, would have burned down the entire tribe. Only killing this guy is Jalter restraining herself.
All Servants technically answered the call to fight Solomon, they have to under Gudao/Gudako's orders because it is a game and then the FATE project in Chaldea kind of make sure all Servants stayed in line despite their ideologies or thinking. At least, that's how DelightWorks justified Servants that wouldn't have fought normally, ended up answering the call against Solomon. Otherwise, without FATE, Chaldea would have blown up from the inside with all the Servants in there.
EDIT: Sorry if it is confusing but in this case, Goetia is Solomon or more specifically a part of him sort of. It's a bit complicated so I won't go about explaining it.
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- Location
- Ireland
[X] Impale him with your Lance
Honestly don't get why we aren't killing these guys who have tried to kill us on multiple occasions after we refused to become their slave bride?
As for this kid in particular we let him go once when he tried to kill us, lets not do that again.
I don't particularly see the need to be cruel when killing him though. Course, that might actually get through to the rest of the dothraki.
Honestly don't get why we aren't killing these guys who have tried to kill us on multiple occasions after we refused to become their slave bride?
As for this kid in particular we let him go once when he tried to kill us, lets not do that again.
I don't particularly see the need to be cruel when killing him though. Course, that might actually get through to the rest of the dothraki.
[X] Choke him unconscious. If anyone else comes to have a go while you do so, hit them with him.
Always up for beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker
Always up for beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker
- Location
- romania
..........for some reason I can see her launching a new invasion of Westeros by invading the Vale and breaking the knightly houses
- Location
- West Michigan
[X] Impale him with your Lance
DeepWaters
No one will be the wiser.
- Location
- Land of Spiders and Shipping Charts
[X] Choke him unconscious. If anyone else comes to have a go while you do so, hit them with him.
Suffocation is actually pretty brutal. Could destroy his throat for life.
Suffocation is actually pretty brutal. Could destroy his throat for life.
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
I do wonder though, will we have an incentive to go that way? For all we know, Jeanne might decide to go the other way toward Lhazar and all those far-away regions that I don't know anything about, but I know exist. If anything, Westeros kind of feels like a dead-end, from an outsider's perspective. Of course we as readers are invested in it, because it's the place we're familiar with, but it isn't certain Jeanne Alter would pay that continent much attention.
Right now, I think Jeanne must first (well, after she finally figures out where she is) determine what she wants from this new life. Even if it's something as basic as "burn the whole world in order to show those snow zombies how you do a proper apocalypse", at the very least it will allow us to plan toward a desired outcome.
- Location
- romania
Pretty much yeah, depending on where she is things can go down several paths, heading towards the slaver cities might end up with some torture porn, the Vengeful Mother? the vengence of the dead slave? I'm not sure what nickname she could gain by going wild there, I pity those who end up going after her, going by the looks could she be considered a valyrian? Westeros hearing about a dragonlord creating an empire in Essoss might get them sweating, while Viserys might decide to try and travel to meet this person who had the right idea.
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
... between this and the dragon command ability, we're about to steal Daenerys' whole shtick, aren't we?
(though it'll be interesting to see when we are in the timeline. Do we already have a clue? Is this Forzo someone we should be familiar with?)
DeepWaters
No one will be the wiser.
- Location
- Land of Spiders and Shipping Charts
... between this and the dragon command ability, we're about to steal Daenerys' whole shtick, aren't we?
(though it'll be interesting to see when we are in the timeline. Do we already have a clue? Is this Forzo someone we should be familiar with?)
According to the wiki, he's one of the khals who got burned to death by Daenerys while she was taking over the Dothraki?
- Location
- United States
[X] Brutally maim and murder him in front of his tribe
Although considering her incredible reserves of mercy so far, not sure I expect her to go through with it. Is it actually even Jalter? Guess we'll find out.
Although considering her incredible reserves of mercy so far, not sure I expect her to go through with it. Is it actually even Jalter? Guess we'll find out.