Chapter 1- Landfall


Elvish

Ancient language

D'ni


If someone had told her all those years ago that she would wander through the worlds of Video games and fictional stories she would have scoffed and said that only happened in bad fanfiction. Oh how the gods loved irony.

You wouldn't think to look at her that she was almost a thousand years old by this point, she still looked only twenty. Nor did she cut a very imposing figure, standing a nice even five foot seven. She had a sturdy frame, not thin but not broad either. She had a marathoner's body that had no trace of excess fat and with lean muscles that spoke of hard work and strain.

Her blue eyes looked too old for her young face, though usually sparkling with laughter they could go hard as steel or cloud over with sorrow at a moment's notice. Her hair was long hung in golden brown curls past her shoulder blades but was currently tied back in a low ponytail. Her face was heart shaped but marred by a long thin scar, barely visible unless you really looked, ran from her right temple to the left side of her chin, just missing her eye and tugged the left corner of her lips down very slightly. Her skin was tanned and if one looked carefully a faint green undertone was visible, but few ever looked that hard.

She was dressed in a motley collection of clothes and armour, each with a story of how it came into her possession. Around her neck sat a silver pendant that held an iridescent turquoise scale few shades greener than her eyes, this was from her journeys in Alagasia where she had woken up in an egg and hatched as a wild dragon. She had ended up aiding Eragon and Saphira defeat Galbatorix after she and Saphira had hatched.

She wore a simple green long sleeve shirt from the UNSC sat underneath a mithrill coat and over that a leather vest, both from her time among the dwarves of middle earth and from her aid in the retaking of the lonely mountain, the mithrill being a gift from Thorin. A pair of canvass cargo pants with multiple pockets and reinforced with leather was from her time in the UNSC, the leather was from her time on Pern.

A pair of sturdy leather boots also from Pern were augmented with metal greaves and knee guards that matched her metal and leather arm guards that had come from Tameriel, a plain metal shoulder plate on the left from her time with the Witcher Geralt of Rivia was offset by the one on the right that looked to be made of metal feathers, each with razor sharp edges, her cloak was protected from them by a leather inner guard. Another collection of metal feathers that sat in sheaths on a bandoleer across her torso, the base of which were wrapped with leather and looked like daggers. Stormwing feathers, razor sharp and unbreakable save with obsidian.

All of these were secured by leather straps that sat under her vest. A thick utility belt from Corusant sat around her hips and was full to bursting with various objects, the most precious being a small book that was attached to the belt itself and spelled to be indestructible, unreadable but if one touched the panel inside would take one to an age written just for her by her husband, as well as an empty one waiting to be filled. Over all this was a mottled green and grey cloak from her friend Will Treaty in Arulen.

On her head sat a silver circlet with a small emerald flanked by two small sapphires from her time with the elves of Rivendell and around her neck was a neck scarf from the Bahzir tribes.

Her weapons were just as eclectic. A simple straight knife was strapped to her left calf, a gift from her friend Tali'Zorah. A set of throwing knives were secreted around her body as well as a khukuri knife, those were from Laura Croft. A beautiful leaf bladed sword from the elven forges of Lorien swung at her side and a combat knife from Jim Raynor was attached to her left shoulder.

A rather nasty looking serrated blade made from scrap metal sat on her right calf, the metal was scorched and pockmarked from its time in the wasteland. An Ebony bow from Tameriel and a quiver of arrows she made herself sat next to the pack that sat comfortably on her shoulders and a shield rested on top of it.

The shield was from her time in Tortall, it bore a sky blue dragon rampant on a forest green background. On her person were many more items from her travels a spindle, a tooth, a journal, a small game and much more.

Her hair also contained several braids adorned with beads, ornament, charms and feathers, some from a griffon which prevented her from being lied to. A golden arm band sat on her right arm, just barely visible under her mithrill sleeve, it was beautiful, covered in an ornate and flowing script, her wedding band. coupled with a pair of black leather gloves whose backs were embossed with the same script from her time in D'ni , completed her outfit that in general seemed to say "watch out I've seen things you wouldn't believe."

She felt a shiver creep down her spine, like a trickle of ice water was running down from the back of her neck. She knew this feeling, it meant that she was about to jump again. She did a quick inventory to make sure she had everything and smiled sadly at the empty campsite that had been her home and refuge for six months on this empty world. A place for her to grieve after the death of her husband in D'ni.

The colours blurred together like paint swirled together on a pallet and she felt the accompanying nausea. Wind roared in her ears and felt like her chest was being compressed by an incredible weight. She felt her armour clad knees hit the ground and she toppled with a grunt, feeling her shoulder fall into what felt like leaves over moss.

Her vision and breath slowly returned along with sound quickly she did a personal check, running her hands up over her face, skin same as last time, round ears, scar still in the same place, eyebrows still at the same angle, no massive fangs. No change, she sighed in relief, it sucked when she had to get used to a new form, at least the dragon thing had only happened her first time so no gear lost.

She focused on the outside again and identified the chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves, and the sound of running water, her nose twitched from where her cheek rested on the ground. The smell of rotting leaves, water, grass and dirt made themselves known to her as she carefully sorted, using her keener sense of hearing, smell and her ability to sense and communicate with her mind left over from her stint as a dragon.

After a cursory examination of her surroundings which told her she was in a forest on a mountain containing some form of small rodent she carefully sat up and after glancing around and confirming her first assessment she began to brush dirt and leaves from her hair and clothes, being mindful of her right shoulder guard. Standing she looked around her and noticed from the sun that it was still early morning sometime in the late summer, she soon located the stream and began to follow it, quickly setting a ground eating pace that had served her well.

Around noon she saw several small pink hairless creatures with long floppy ears and the creepiest little feet she had ever seen scurry away from her, a quick mental check identified them as the rodents she had sensed upon arrival. Shrugging she pulled out a throwing knife and pegged one behind the head, killing it instantly. Picking it up she moved to a flat rock near the edge of the stream and lit a small fire before she skinned and gutted the creature, burying the innards far from her fire and after washing her prize in the stream she spit it on a green stick she had found earlier and set it up to roast.

The creature turned out to be quite tasty, very like rabbit she decided, she ate quickly before stamping out her fire and cleaning the area until save for a scorch mark on the stone there was no way to tell she had been there. A few hours of mindless travelling later she reached a valley in the mountains. The forest continued but was much sparser with stretches of green grass and ferns.

She froze as a feeling like being doused in a bucket of glacier water washed over her. Every sense she had hone over her centuries screamed that something was wrong and her draconic instincts roared at her to fight and halt whatever abomination was near her. Quickly she slid out her bow and knocked an arrow. Silent as a shadow she moved through the forest towards the feeling, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as she drew closer. There was a fizzing crackling sound and a chittering that reminded her of Zerglings.

She inched over the rise and stared, a massive green something hovered in an area patrolled by things that looked like the twisted beings that came out of Mordor. Three creatures with skeletal limbs and mouths full of teeth a shark would have been proud of. Something that looked like piles of ragged robes covering small shrivelled bodies that hovered above the ground wreathed in cold air and reeked of hopelessness and a collection of green ghosts.

They looked familiar but she didn't have time to place it unfortunately, almost immediately the floating one looked up in her direction and shrieked like a banshee, alerting the others of her presence. She cursed and let her arrow fly, it struck true landing squarely in the screetcher's eye, which caused t to dissolve into black and green smoke. The ghosts began to hurl orbs of green light at her as the spindly ones ran at her. She threw herself to the left, firing another arrow at a ghost, it vanished like the screecher. Emboldened by the fact that they could die she began firing at a rapid pace and trying to put as many down as possible before they reached her.

The ghosts were out of commission soon but the other three remained. They were to close for her bow now, she rolled out of the way of a swipe stowing her bow and pulling her sword and shrugging her shield into place from her back. She brought it up in time to catch another swipe. It smashed against her shield like a war hammer and she cried out, thrusting her sword Silivegil at it and catching the creature in the side. The elven blade bit deep, severing flesh and bone as she heaved it down, slicing through its hip.

She pulled away and swung the sword back around, lopping off its head. There was a flash and she felt herself being blasted backwards. She landed hard and felt a crack in her torso, a rib. Snarling she leapt back up, to see the remaining two leering at her as they lunged, she spun ignoring the pain in her side and spinning her blade in a movement that used the momentum of the creature to behead itself.

Something whistled past her head as she ducked, twisting and rolling away, lifting her shield in time to catch what she now saw was a tail "Thaind, Avo dheo enni" [shield, do not fail me] she cried, bashing her shield in its face causing it to stagger back and she cried out in triumph as she drove her sword home in its throat. Causing it to gurgle as it dissolved into green smoke.

Grimacing in pain she turned back to what looked like a tear in reality and frowned, this was not something she knew how to fix. The tear flashed and sparked just as three new beings flashed into existence. "Fuck" she groaned as she doffed her pack and cloak before charging the monsters. How long she battled she did not know but somehow the killing of those monsters was causing the tear to shrink, not very much or for long but she knew that she would have to retreat soon.

Through her battle haze she heard voices "there quick we must seal it!" a woman's voice said. "Maker who is that?" questioned a male voice "Doesn't matter, Hurry!" said another male but she was too tired to care. Then there were others fighting with her whilst a small figure with a glowing hand aimed said appendage at the tear. With a flash and a bang the tear sealed and vanished, leaving her gasping and leaving heavily on her knees, shield and sword still grasped in her hands "chehv shehm" [thank you] she gasped, straightening and wiping sweat from her eyes "I was almost at the end of my strength" she told them, moving to pick up her pack, sheathing her sword and slinging her shield, cloak and pack back around her shoulders.

These chores finished she turned to see her rescuers and stared. She saw two male elves one with no hair and the other with long dark auburn hair and face tattoos both of them carried staffs, a male dwarf lacking a beard and showing a ridiculous amount of chest hair cradling a cross bow, and a human female with short black hair with a drawn sword.

All in all they made for a very strange company in her eyes, the elves were too short, and the dwarf had no beard. Her mind tried to rebel but she simply shrugged it off "Kvetha" [greetings] she told them, inclining her head to them and smiling tiredly at them.

The bald elf and the human frowned at her and the younger one and the drwarf smiled uncertainly at her "Um greetings!" the elf said a little awkwardly. The cringe worthy silence fell over the group as the others stared at her and she watched them right back, an amused smile tugging at her lips.

Finally the dwarf broke the silence "So how long were you fighting the demons?" he asked and she shrugged

"I don't know, a while, several waves of them at least. What was that tear?" she asked curiously, "I have seen many things in my travels, but a tear in reality is unusual."

The others looked at each other in confusion before the elf answered "They're called rifts, they began appearing when the conclave blew up and tore a hole in the sky. The Inquisition is trying to fix it" he told her a serious expression on his face. She looked at him and felt a heavy weight settle in her heart as the memories were triggered, flooding her mind's eye.

She knew this story, had loved and played it in her old life when she had been innocent and free, and she knew it was time to begin again. "I want to help" she told them, they looked startled and she continued "Such a thing is too serious to ignore. I have ignored much but this I will not." She told them seriously. The young male elf, Lavellan she remembered in a flash nodded and held out his hand.

"Welcome to the Inquisition…" he trailed off waiting for her name. She smiled and took his hand shaking it before telling them the name she had chosen over the years

"My name Istaril, Lady Istaril Islingr Kehramor."


A/N- Greetings to all who have stumbled upon this. This was a rabid plot bunny that attacked me. Fortunately Cortana Shepard arrived and hunted the beast down. Upon seeing it I felt that I should show this to you lot and ask you opinion. Should I continue or leave it to die in dust and forgotten memories. The idea is the SI only this character has been inserted into just about everything you can think of. She has spent the most time in Alagasia, Arda (LOTR) and more recently in D'ni.

The-powers-that-be send her as kind of like back up/seer or even as a preventative to stop unnecessary amounts of death. She knows the stories and gets dropped in them to help the characters. Sometimes she gets a bit of a species change along the way. The most drastic time this has happened was on her first jump where she was changed into a dragon in a wild egg that appeared to Eragon along with Saphira's egg.

She and Arya worked closely together throughout the war, though not as a full dragon rider pair, but they functioned as one, she still has some more draconic aspects, like when she gets mad her eyes will go dragon and the like.

Then she spent nine decades in Arda, spending well over forty years exclusively among the elves who accepted her as an elf friend. She moved on after the events of ROTK.

During several centuries worth of skipping through the shorter stories (20 years or less) She stopped Anakin from destroying the temple (she was a bounty hunter) and she even ended up being absorbed by the Zerg when she and Kerrigan where captured.

After the defeat of Amon she moved on again, but still has some residual Zerg instincts and a boost in her psionics which she had from her dragon form.

Her Last trip was in the world of Myst, specifically the time before D'ni's fall. She managed to stop it by assassinating A'Gaeris. Also she and Veovis fell in love, the-powers-that-be allowed her to leave after his death, though they had no children.

She has spent the last six months in mourning, this was not the first time she has fallen in love. So now she is still grieving, as she is immortal time moves more slowly to her. If she is killed she is simply sent on to the next world, meaning she can't help anymore.

She tends to slip into the ancient language from Alagasia, Sindarin and D'ni from time to time

Any who let me know what you lot think. I hope you do because I can see where this can go, Let me know what you think.

Her name is as follows: Istaril: the woman who knows (roughly) Islingr: Light bringer or Illuminator (was her dragon name) Kehramor: Brave heart, was given after she saved several guild masters from a fire. Her being a Lady is because through Veovis she married into one of the five noble houses of D'ni

Cheers, Mystborn!