"Speech: Halkeginian"
'Thoughts/telepathy'
'Spells and the like'
"Speech: Common/Dwarven"
"Speech: Draconic"
TAoM: Headmasters office
The sizable office is currently being occupied by its owner, his secretary, professor Colbert, and a certain familiar-summoner pair.
The summoner of said last pair was looking an interesting mix of ashamed, furious, scared and proud. How she manages this is anyone's guess.
Ashamed that her familiar had proven more capable than her yet again. Furious for the same reason as well as her doing things without seemingly thinking or consulting her first. Scared off the consequences of her familiars actions as they will be her burden to carry as 'The familiars actions are the actions of the master'. And lastly proud because her familiar managed to beat a triangle class mage and two of his guards with seemingly little to no issue.
It was Osmond that broke the tense silence. "Could you explain to me, miss Familiar, how thinks could escalate the way they did?"
Raskreia looks the headmaster in the eyes "Well, Felniir saw a friend of mine being led away by strangers, and 'stepped' in to prevent anything from happening to her. You were there for the rest." At the end she shrugs entirely unconcerned by the situation at hand.
"Yes, but what moved you to act in such a way. I fell you have made at least one powerful enemy today with your actions. All for some, to us, unknown motive. You even cause the loss of employment for probably a good dozen people now, if not more."
"The fact of the matter stands that I stated 'all those who wish' none of those who will leave Motts service will have been in any way forced to do so." She then proceeds to give the old man a glare that succeeds to make the three adult humans sitting across from her feel like they are in the presence of a predator, and they are the prey. "And the fact that you think that a dozen people, AT LEAST, will leave the service of this man for such, admittedly, vague conditions, is reason enough for me to believe I did the right thing."
"But you still caused those people, if any, to become workless. And I doubt any nobles would hire them once they learn of their situation." The secretary, Miss Longueville Raskreia believes she was introduced as, spoke for the first time in a surprisingly level tone.
The dragonesses in disguise gaze shifts from the old man to the woman but her glare does soften and becomes instead a gaze of determination. "They are in my employ. And I WILL be making sure that they do not suffer from this. And as for their pay, is should not be an issue for the time being. And even if it was, and even if I had to sell my body to ensure they get their pay, so help me whatever god may be listening they will get their thrice-damned pay. They are my responsibility after all."
The response had taken the secretary aback for a moment, and the woman's respect for the familiar rose by quite a few notches because of it. She merely nods in acceptance at Raskreia's determination.
Now it is Colbert who steps up "While your determination is admirable, it will not suffice to feed as many people as I fear will accept your offer. Nor is your body for that matter."
Raskreia simply smiles at him "As I hinted at during my confrontation with the Count I am not exactly in the want for money myself. That comment about Felniir's collar, for the sake of using the same example, was not a bluff as you might be thinking. In fact I had been downplaying its worth by a fair bit, the thing is quite heavily enchanted, and could fetch a good 9000 gold pieces in my homeland. And that is by far not the most valuable item in my possession. I also enjoy a steady income from some projects I own back home."
She takes a moment for the new information to sink in and sees most of them with a shocked look, and also catches a contemplative look from the secretary, one that also contains a shred of greed within it.
"I have no actual work for them yet, in these parts at any rate, but I don't intend to keep it that way however. I will be seeking a method of actually using the manpower now at my disposal. Now if you will excuse me, I have some things to do."
She then just turn around and leaves without waiting to gain permission to do so. Louise after a few seconds charges after her to get her to come back but there is no sign of Raskreia in the hallway, who had only mere moments before left with the use of a 'Dimension door'.
The pinkette then dejectedly back into the headmasters office sans her familiar. "She is gone. I apologize for her actions she should not have done any of the things she has. "
Osmond merely smiles at his young student " 'tis alright Ms. Vallière. But please do see to it that we do not have a repeat of today's events."
Louise blinks a few times before she realizes what had been said "Of course headmaster, the next time I see her I shall set her straight." Fires of determination could be seen burning in the young mages eyes as she contemplates the various punishments she might use to force some obedience out of her familiar.
Time skip close to midnight: TAoM library
We can see a pair of busty women talking animatedly over a pile of parchments, one of them tan the other fair skinned with a rather petite woman sitting to the side simultaneously reading and paying attention to the happenings in front of her.
"- and that would be the rough idea of my plan." States the Fair skinned woman, also known as Raskreia.
"So let me get this straight, you plan on buying a small plot of land from my family, preferably on the border of Tristain and Germania, large enough to build a small complex of buildings, at least large enough for a forge, a barracks, maybe a wall, a shop and a tavern. Which you will then use as a base of operations from whence you will conduct trade with both Tristain and Germania, and possibly other nations. And my family will get paid for the land AND we will get a rather favourable trade-agreement. And you do not even care all that much about the quality of the land only the geographical positioning?" the tone of the other, tan skinned woman, is rather incredulous. This woman is also known as Kirche von Augusta Zerbst
"That is about the gist of it yes. The land could be borderline swamplands for all I care as long as it is positioned on, or next to, a road. Trust me this will be profitable for the both of us, if you can convince your family to sell this small parcel of land to me you and me should profit quite a bit from it. The place will serve as an origin point of trade, and a safe place to rest for travellers. And the Zerbst Family will of course get a discount in all of these things. And as you know I will have a fair number of guards soon, whom I will employ to keep the place secure, perhaps even do some patrols of the area, or escort businesses for caravans. Which in turn would reduce the risk of criminal activity on that route strengthening trade for said route, meaning more profit for your family and country." Raskreia is in full business mode currently, almost no trace of her usual self (other than her almost perpetual smile) present.
Most people forget that she is indeed rather smart, but she does a good job hiding this fact. Something that served her quite well often as people underestimated her. However she does still tend to over-think things.
For the first time since this discussion started the other girl, Tabitha, raises her voice "Catch?"… as much as one can call it 'Raising her voice'.
Kirche is about to, out of habit, translate what her friend means when Raskreia beats her to it. "There is no real catch to this. I merely want to provide a place of employment for the people now employed by me. The fact that this presents a decent opportunity for me to make a profit is secondary."
Kirche looks a bit surprised at Raskreia's ability to understand Tabitha's way of speaking and her quite honest answer. "I only have one last question. Why me? Louise's family borders to mine, they could probably sell you a plot of land too that has an equally favourable location."
The other woman scratches the back of her head at this. "Weeeell. The reason for that is Threefold. First I already have sort of connections to Tristain through Louise, so by engaging with your family through this deal I would forge a connection to a second country, putting me into a more beneficial position as far as trading goes. Secondly I spent the last two hours before coming here, studying this places geography, as well as general information about the nations surrounding this one. And Germania strikes me as the one most monetarily oriented one, meaning it would be highly beneficial to forge connections with that nation. And Thirdly I have a feeling that Louise, and by extension her family, would refuse on principle. That and Tristain is already small enough, the probably do not want to make it even smaller."
The last bit earns her a light laugh from the other woman. "Alright, alright. I will see what I can do. No promises though."
"I did not expect any. If you will excuse me, I shall now take my leave. You are welcome to look over the contract I set up, as well as the trade agreement. Both of which are already signed and are filed in triplicate by me. All that is missing is a signature by one of your family authorized to conduct this trade. And on that note I bid you fair ladies good night." Raskreia turns around with a bow, and heads out of the library to two chorused farewells.
As she exits she smiles down at the waiting Tigress that had laid down outside. 'Alright ya fuzzball, now to get some personnel from our world in on this.'
The Tigress, also known as Felniir Yawns and stretches before standing up and answering her friend. 'I swear, if this is a repeat of 'The Plan' I will bite you so hard your grandchildren will feel it.'
Raskreia shudders at the mention of 'The Plan'… it shall never be elaborated what it entailed for it is the biggest mark of shame on her resume, all that shall be known about it is that it involved: A Cake, a Unicorn, a dozen Kobolds, a deck of many things and a hot air balloon… among other things. The horror… and to think it all started with a birthday party plan.
'I pray to whatever gods may be listening that it does not end up nearly as horribly… or horribly at all for that matter. But for now, lets organize some workers."
And whit that she vanished through a conjured 'Gate' from this reality. Never to be seen again… wait… wrong. To be seen and heard of quite allot in the coming days.
Around noon (different dimensions, different times): Golarion, country of Druma, City of Highelm
Raskreia reappears outside of the massive outer gates of Highelm, one of the centres of Dwarven kind upon Golarion.
The guards and people at the gate, going about their business, are somewhat startled by a human appearing through an oval tear in reality accompanied by a tiger of all things. But most carry on with their business after confirming no danger to themselves.
Raskreia would have appeared inside of the city but knows that dwarves take their security very seriously, and as such rather goes through all the regular procedures, such as going through the front gate. Something made easier by the fact that most gate guards know her directly or of her. Not a hard feat, all things considered, as elven half-dragons are not quite common visitors, especially in a dwarven city. Other than her of course, as she visits quite often.
As she walk up to the gate one of the guards walks up to her. "Ho there lass, lost yer dragon an' elf bits have ya. Just drop yer illusion so we can verify yer identity properly. Rules be rules, ya understand."
"Yes of course, just had forgotten to remove the illusion, I had just been to a land where the populace treats elves as if we were daemons or something." As she says that she drops all the illusions on her reverting to her true, half-dragon, form.
The guard scoffs "Right bloody foolish if ya ask me, annoying tree-huggers and prancing know-it-alls yer people may be, but daemons they are not. I'll be holding ya up no longer, move on in."
Doing just that Raskreia moves on through the, partially opened, massive stone gates of the outer wall of one of the biggest dwarven cities upon Golarion. One has to hand it to the dwarves, the know how to keep their holdings secure, and this is but the outer wall… a wall upon which 4 dwarves can walk shoulder to shoulder and still be at no risk of falling off, and high enough to make it difficult for even giants to simply climb over.
Internally she is comparing this city to Tristania, where she had been only a few hours ago. The most obvious difference between the two is the fact that in Tristania one could only see humans, while here it was for the most part dwarves, but a fair number of humans too, as well as representatives of quite a number of other species.
Also there is a much larger amount of guards present, but that can be attributed to the amount of care Dwarves put into security, yet in Tristania she had only seen rather few guards, perhaps it was just that safe a city… yeah right. Something to contemplate on later.
During her musings the Dragoness and tiger pair moved at a quick pace towards the craftsmen district of the city, passing many shops, inns, and taverns and homes on the way.
Eventually she reaches her destination, the temple of Torag.
Now temples of Torag are peculiar in their own right. They are miniature communes, a fortress, church and forge all rolled up into one. These places can in case of a siege be lived in and be manned by a rather large amount of troops/clergy. They are also almost entirely self-sufficient, thanks to their crafting skills and magic and the facilities provided within.
Now, her destination is not the temple itself but rather one of the forges not directly attached to it in its surroundings. More precisely, the forge owned by Kwalin. A rather sizable establishment, a shop being attached to it wherein the weapons and armour's forged within are sold. And as almost all buildings made by devotees of Torag the blasted thing is built to survive the wrath of smaller species of dragons.
Walking inside she sees that business for her friend is going well as usual, there being a decent amount of people inside browsing the wares, and even a small band of what appear to be adventurers placing an order of something with a clerk behind a counter (whom happens to be Kwalin's wife). Kwalin after all is a rather awe-inspiring smith. Honing his crafting skills in equal measure to his abilities to smash faces into pulp.
In the corners to both sides of the door one could see two large armoured figures, which some might identify as Iron golems. Expensive, yes. But most definitely worth the investment. Not that Kwalin couldn't beat any would be thief senseless by himself. But golems are a rather good deterrent from such behaviour.
Kwalin had been rather ingenious with how he made sure that the golems wouldn't miss someone stealing something. All items within the shop have a Arcane mark placed on them which will be removed by one of the staff members of the shop or forge upon purchase. These two golems have been outfitted with the ability to detect magic. And if one of them sees someone leaving the shop with a still marked item… well, it will hurt allot.
She walks right up to the woman who had just finished finalizing the deal with the adventurer party. The woman was rather comely to look at, with her soft features, long obsidian hair and jade eyes. That combined with her exotic looks given from her origins in the far east country of Minkai give her quite the eye-catching appearance. She also happens to be an Aasimar like… err sort of like, Raskreia.
Raskreia fondly remembers how she and Kwalin got together. Both got drunk at Thorgal's birthday which ended with them in bed and her pregnant. And Kwalin being the dwarf that he is took responsibility the only way he knew how. By marrying her.
Its saying something when the gruff dwarf of the group is first to marry, and happily at that, when the rest of the party consists of a bard a sorceress and a paladin (not celibate).
Zarhon and Raskreia both agree it is all thanks to that magnificent beard. Kwalin is stubborn in the fact that he says it is not JUST the beard. And Thorgal being the clean shaving kind of guy, disagrees vehemently.
In either case This is neither here nor there, right now Rask has things to do and places to be.
"Hey Katsumi, I see the place is still running great. I'm glad that is the case. Is Kwalin in? I would like to talk to him." The now identified Katsumi turns looks at Raskreia in mild surprise then gains a welcoming smile.
"Raskreia-san, it is good to see you, you too Felniir-chan. My husband is within the forge, I'm certain you know the way. Go ahead I'm sure he will be happy to see you well."
Both Raskreia and Felniir nod and move past the woman as she goes to provide service for the next customer.
Moving behind the counter and through a sturdy wooden door, ending up in a narrow stone corridor. She can now quite clearly hear the rhythmic clink of hammers in the next room. Going through the corridor leads her to yet another door, this one made of stone. And after passing this door the pair are hit by a rush of pleasantly, or uncomfortably (depending on who you ask), hot air.
The room beyond is a really advanced workshop, incorporating four separate furnaces and many anvils, and even a setup of workbenches made for making crossbows, or guns (surprisingly enough), all of whom are manned by a myriad of different dwarves, and a single human and gnome. One could see a small, metal, door at the end of the room with the workbenches, which Raskreia knew led to the resident, well alchemist would be to fancy a word for what that man does. Explosives expert. That is the definition she is looking for. Charming little gnome with a knack for making anything that has the potential to explode.
Its times like these, like when she thinks of this gnome, that she is REALLY glad no sort of heat can harm her.
Spotting Kwalin over at one of the Anvils, hammering away at what is either a spearhead or a extremely large arrowhead. His son, Kloin next to him assisting him. Ah Kloin, Charming little fellow. He got all the best traits of both his parents. Charming and good looking like his mother, and strong as well as level headed like his father.
Kloin is first to notice her of the pair, Kwalin being to focused on his work, and notifies his father.
"Well, there you are Raskreia. You tired of your little interplanar adventure already? You didn't lead any greater demons here did you, or anything of the sort?" After confirming her presence he moves right back to his work. Sparing her barely a glance.
"No nothing of the sort. But I do indeed need your assistance with something. I have a plan." Immediately Kwalin stops hammering. A few seconds pass before he slowly turns towards Raskreia.
"I… I truly fear for us all. Do I even want to know?" The tone of his voice is so low Raskreia had to strain to understand him.
"Oh come on father, it cant possibly be that bad." There was a reason why Raskreia liked the young dwarven aasimar, he usually though her ideas as, while not good per se, but at the very least he did not think of them as things to be afraid of.
"EVERY damn time she said those exact words 'I have a plan' we ended up in some sort of peril." It seems Kwalin is still trying to convince his son of the, to him, absolute terribleness that are her plans.
"Ah! But my dear friend, you would have never met your wife if not for one of my 'plans'. We would have never stumbled across Tom and his necromantic machinations, at least not in time. To name a couple of examples." The teasing tone of her voice is not missed by either of them.
The Dwarf looks her deeply in the eyes before sighing deeply. "Alright you menace. I shall listen to what you have to say."
One explanation later
"Well I'll be damned, that might actually work." To say this was a surprise for the cleric would be saying the sky was blue. He was however also rather impressed.
"Father." The other three turn toward the youngest of them 4 of them in interest, this was the first time he spoke in a while. "I would like to volunteer for this endeavour. I believe this could be an opportunity for me to garner my own experiences. And from what I understood of Ms. Raskreia's explanation of her current situation she could use someone to manage this locale for her."
The dragoness turns towards her friend expectantly, this is not exactly what she anticipated but it was a welcome surprise.
Kwalin takes a moment to weigh the pros and cons of this. After a moment of stroking his beard he suddenly gains a wide grin. "Aye, I suppose this would be good for you. You wouldn't want to be stuck with your Ma and Pa forever now would you. And honestly I would like to have an investment of mine be in capable dwarf hands. You have my support in this." He then turns towards Raskreia "Alright, in addition to the already agreed upon shares, I would also like to incorporate the request that should this come to fruition Kloin be put into charge of management of the facility."
Rask just Laughs "Ha! You say that as if I would refuse. Of course I would be delighted with this. Anyways, let us leave the true planning of the complex for when we know of the number of people I will have at my disposal and once I know the location of it."
Kwalin nods in acceptance of a postponed topic "Alright then. And I take it you plan on returning to that world for now?"
"Yes. For now I do. I don't have anything better to do anyways. I do however not plan on staying there for all that long… I wonder though, from what I have heard it had been unheard of for those people to summon anything other than beasts, yet I have been summoned. I cant shake the feeling that the girl who summoned me is in some way shape or form special."
"Well we do have a tendency of stumbling onto the most bizarre things. It shall all be seen in time." Was the dwarfs reply as he is now again hammering away on hot iron.
"That we shall. By the by, these runes she imprinted on me. They are rather interesting. They combine the effects of several spells, I would say 'Haste', 'Transformation', and 'Charm person' the latter of which is constantly trying to get through my mind blank, which it is not. But the former seem to only be active while holding a weapon. I held a spear earlier, and suddenly knew exactly how to wield it just as if I was under the effects of 'Transformation'"
"That is indeed intriguing, I WOULD however strongly recommend getting rid of those runes, who knows whether or not it could eventually break trough your mental defences, or you might not be able to renew them, and fall under its influence. My recommendation would be to make a fake mark and remove the original."
Rask takes a moment to contemplate the dwarfs words, and comes to the conclusion that he is right as he always is. "You are right, of course. I shall get to it right now. I will take my leave then and we shall talk some other date. 'Gate'" and whit that she and the tigress left once more.
Kloin turns away from where the portal used to be towards his father with mild hero-worship in his eyes. "My respect for you grows every time I think of how you had to deal with her for months on end, for years, father. How do you do it?"
"Allot of patience, son. Allot of patience."
Private Demiplane: Raskreia's mansion
Raskreia now rather tired decides that the first order of business should be… making that damn fake rune, then break the original with a 'Break enchantment' or if that somehow fails a 'Mages disjunction' (there is no kill quite like overkill) go to bed, wake up two hours later fully rested thanks to a ring of sustenance (while she only HAS to sleep two hours, she likes to sleep longer. Thank you very much.). Which should allow her to be still back on time at about dawn in Tristain.
Definitely not cutting it short what-so-ever.
"Now, where is that damn ink…" no not at all.
TAoM: Louise's room
Shortly after the first rays of sunlight had shown themselves over the horizon an increasingly common occurrence happens within a certain students room. An oval tear in reality opens up to admit the now 'human' once more Raskreia and a, still equally as feline, Felniir.
Scanning the room she notices that her 'master' is still in bed, sleeping. 'Yes, made it. Phew, bloody time difference between dimensions, at least time seems to flow at the same speed here and on Golarion. And to think there is mages that complain about time-zones on the planet they are on. Try going to a place where time thinks it funny to erratically change speed, and then we'll talk.'
Smiling softly as she approaches the sleeping girl she cant help but think of what the next days might bring.
Omake: I think I'm in the wrong place…
After having rested Raskreia sleepily rips a tear into reality using 'Gate', not particularly caring to concentrate on it properly.
As she steps through with still half closed eyes she suddenly gains a sense of vertigo, specifically from the fact that she is not free falling hundreds of meters from the ground.
Instantly shocked into wakefulness she unfurls her wings and starts hovering mid air.
'Completely safe my ass, that scared a good decade off my lifespan.'
Looking around she notes that; A: It is night.
B: she is rather high up, giving her a beautiful view of the surrounding landscape
And C: the surrounding landscape is one she has never before seen, meaning she is not where she wanted to be.
At that moment Felniir too steps through the 'Gate' but lacking wings keeps plummeting towards the ground.
Not heeding the string of curses being hurled at her in multiple languages, getting more colourful by the second, by her falling feline friend (try saying that three times real fast) she darts off after her.
'Well, those "Boots" of the cat seem like a rather good investment for her now, don't they.'
On the ground
Harry is not having a good day, not at all.
It started well enough all things considered, tough that changed when Voldemort decided today was the day he would attack. And while they managed to eliminate a good portion of his army they still lost in the end.
Now here he is, his friends and him being held at wand-point by the megalomaniacal psycho dark-wizard and his inner circle, while the big bad himself is gloating full force.
'Just kill us already you git, or put me under crucio, it still wouldn't be as bad as having to listen to you.'
As Harry looks around he is both sad and proud. They are just students and yet almost won against the army of a dark-lord. And even some of the Slytherins joined in the battle, he notes when his eyes fall on one Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis.
'Nevil even managed to kill Nagini, so all of Voldy's Hocruxes are gone, not that it matters now.'
Just as the Death Eaters are about to start executing them one by one they begin to hear a faint sound. A sound that grows louder by the second, and soon some realize it is someone, a woman, yelling.
The yelling at first, even tough no one understands it, sounded angry or irate becomes more frantic and urging as it approaches.
Harry looking around for the source of the voice finally has his eyes land on a white blur rapidly descending at an alarming speed. Others too have the idea to look upwards, and for one Lucius Malfoy this will be the last action of his life as 400 pounds of feline crash into him at terminal Velocity.
And while Felniir is more or less fine having worn an item that makes falling much less dangerous, the man she landed on was not so fortunate, being turned into a broken corpse on the ground.
Felniir for her part decides that, no, she is not dealing with this right now, and no, she cannot be asked to care, and yes she is hoping she is still asleep and this is just a bad dream. So one can excuse her for laying down (inside the puddle of gore) and falling asleep.
Silence, complete silence envelops the courtyard, no one can believe what just transpired. Then they hear the faint flapping of wings, looking up once more an even more shocking sight greets them. A woman, of stunning beauty rivalling or even surpassing that of Veela, had they not their allure. But more shocking is the fact that she is not human, nor Veela, as a pair of draconic wings, a long reptilian tail and set of rather large horns adorn her.
"Damn cat, this isn't the time to take a bloody nap… probably not the best choice of words on my part there all things considered." The language the woman speaks in is not one known to any of them present, it does invoke something primal however. It inspires a sense of foreboding and innate power that not even parseltongue possesses.
Suddenly a beam of angry red magic hurls toward the woman, whom for her part just beats her wings once to swear to the side letting the spell sail completely past her.
The dragon-woman turns towards the person who shot at her, that person being the ministries executioner of creatures Mc. Something, Harry couldn't really remember. Then in perfect English she says towards the her attacker, still the very image of calm "Well, that was rather rude of you wouldn't you agree? Alright, now its my turn. 'Boneshatter'"
Harry didn't know exactly what to expect when the woman did a short chant in a language he couldn't understand for the life of him, then just merely wave her hand in the general direction of her target, he did however expect some form of spell to fly from her hand, which would then be blocked or dodged, initiating a duel or the woman being mobbed.
Instead the courtyard is filled with the sound of the entirety of a mans skeleton simultaneously breaking and his lifeless corpse falling to the ground. Followed closely by angry, or shocked mutterings.
The woman just looks on in surprise as if she couldn't believe what happened either. "Uhhh." Was the first sound that left her mouth afterwards confirming his thought about her surprise "Well that just happened." To Harry her attitude towards having just killed a man is entirely too blasé but he does distinctly hear her mutter something that makes him even more confused "I'm too damn used to fighting things that can survive being hit by ungodly things." He can also tell that the Death eaters are soon to be out of their shocked state and will most likely retaliate against this mystery woman.
"Alright listen, I will just retrieve my cat and be on my-" She doesn't get to finish her sentence as a bolt of sickly green light hits her square in the face.
Everyone present expects the woman to plummet to the ground dead, instead, she is still hovering in the air completely unharmed. Mind you she looked irate now, no longer smiling lightly. And somehow the absence of a smile on this woman's face makes Harry more afraid of his continued existence than being at wandpoint by Voldemort. Not to mention she just… you know… SURVIVED THE KILLING CURSE!
Everyone present was once more struck speechless, apparently Harry no longer is the only person to survive the killing curse, and this woman doesn't even have scar to show for it.
Suddenly a corona of spell-fire is being flung at the woman, all of which blocked by a invisible orb shaped shield surrounding her,
Raskreia for her part barely had time for casting an 'Emergency Force Sphere' before a plethora of spells would have hit her.
"Oh for the love of… cant I go anywhere without being shot at."
Raskreia still, in her little sphere of 'you-cant-touch-me-so-you-might-as-well-stop-trying' (name work in progress) lets out a deep sigh… "Man, you guys suck, don't you have any spells that… I don't know… don't need to directly hit me to work. Like for example… this 'Overwhelming presence' as she casts the spell she pulls out a rod of persistent metamagic.
Suddenly everyone in the courtyard is hit with a wave of feeling completely and utterly insignificant in comparison to this woman, The feeling is even worse for the death eaters on whom the spell is concentrated upon. The death eaters affected by the spell can do naught but fall to their hands and knees and grovel before what must obviously be some sort of divine entity.
Only a few manage to resist the spell among them, those being the Lestranges and Voldemort himself. This changes however a short moment later as the same sort of feeling repeats itself and now only Voldemort is still standing albeit with a little difficulty and he is still slinging increasingly obscure spells at the hovering woman.
"You know… I'm rather impressed that you can still stand" the god, no. The woman, Harry has to remind himself, gave them something he had thought lost. Hope.
"Buuut… I'm going to be late for breakfast if I stay any longer, soooo ta-ta" He only wished she would take this more seriously
'Summon mosnter: IX, Elder fire elementals' Now Harry is almost ready to faint 'Then again with friends like these I suppose she doesn't need to take this seriously' this is the only thing he can think of as 3 behemoths made out of solid fire appear out of nowhere and start pummelling the ever-living snot out of Voldemort.
As he, and everyone else, was either still grovelling on the ground or gawping at the spectacle of the dark lord being beaten to death by three giant fire-men (the literal meaning) the all missed their saviour walk up to her tiger and 'Gate' them away.
Alright, the omake ended up a bit longer than planned, but it just didn't want to leave my head. No this is not something that actually happened in case you are wondering, it was just an idea buzzing in my head, and yes I'm quite aware that they would have put up a bit more of a fight, but the end result would have been the same either way, and I am not going to write a detailed play-by-play for an omake fight. This was merely something that didn't want to leave me alone.
Now I know what many might be thinking, "How did she survive the AK", or you might not be wondering this at all, but here is the answer anyway. I based the AK on the closest 3.5/Pathfinder equivalent, that being 'Power word: Kill' a no save instant death spell that kills anything at or below 100 hp. So basically took power word kill, gave it a required touch attack (AK needs to hit after all) and done… and since Rask has WELL over 100hp being a bit even over 200hp was completely unaffected.
Buuuut I also decided I will likely follow this story up (if I ever bloody finish it) with a number of stories with Raskreia going to some other places, basically some more crossovers.
If you have any suggestions about what place she might mix up and try to destroy the plot of next I will gladly listen to them (reasons as to why specifically franchise X would be much appreciated too).