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Jump 4: Fate/Legends - Land of Shadows

Starting Time: Ulster Cycle
Origin: Warrior
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Perks
>Green Life -Free
>Celtic Thighs -50 **
>Life of a Knight -Free
>Puppy Love -Free
>Striking A Deal -100 **
>Lord of the Spear -200 **
>Hound -300 **
>Runelord -300 **
>Lustful Thought -200 **
>Always Learning -200 **
>Fangs of the Beast -400 **

Items
>Irish Feast -50 **
>Houns of Culann -Free

Drawbacks
>Queen of 'Fairies' +100 **
>Scatty2Hatty +100 **
>Rage of a Divine Queen +300 **
>Lancer Life +300 **

Scenarios
>The Demon King
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"I'm truly unusure that this is safe, let alone a good idea..." Medea noted, a deeply uncertain expression on her face.

"It'll be fine! I've only blown up once doing this; what's the worst that could happen?" The Goddess spoke back, a grand flow of mana and spells surrounding her like a raiment of stars. The ritual she was initiating was a primal one, one first developed thousands of years past. It had only been moderately tweaked and improved over time-still carrying the Mystery that it was initiated into back in her first Redesign, when she first aligned her Divine Core and body with Humanity. It was a primal, powerful thing...and also extremely dangerous and unstable. For anyone who wasn't the Goddess, at least.

The ritual fully prepared, the Goddess began to Sing. Her Authorities of Artifice, Humanity, and Song all worked together alongside her mystical capabilities, drawing out the legends of the land and rebuilding her form, crystallizing their power with the powers of the past and future of the land and her own powers of Artifice. A grand rainbow of swirling light emerged from the earth and shot into the sky as the Goddess sang, her body twisting and reforming within its power. Soon the power reached its peak and the whole of the display collapsed in on the Goddess...then shot back out as a singular beam of purest white light, piercing the sky and seeming to touch the very stars.

The light faded, and in its center was the Goddess, her body reborn and remade once again. New powers, new skills, coursed through the Goddess's body and soul like the waters of divine river. She breathed in and out, feeling the energy that flowed through her body sing and the magical energies of the world halfway twisting into strange yet familiar shapes-runes, Primordial Runes to be exact. Greatest of all was the increase in learning capability and crafting capability-new inspiration sparking to life within her about how to render down mystical beings into weapons, armor, and tools. Combine that with her previous ability to manipulate and create life through magic...she could do some truly incredible things with this.

The Goddess turned to Medea, a gentle smile on her face. "See, everything worked out just fine!" She said...right before all the clothes on the Goddess's body all but exploded as it fell apart. And three different poisonous snakes suddenly jumped out of the grass to try and bite into the Goddess. And the ground itself spontaneously developed a small sinkhole-not much, but enough to make a normal person stumble and thus leave them vulnerable to the aformentioned snakebites. The Goddess didn't even notice the sinkhole as she simply started floating when the ground underneath her collapsed, and the snakes themselves couldn't even pierce the aura of light that continually surrounded the Goddess's body. Really the only thing that the Goddess actually paid any mind to was her clothes. "Hmm...well, I suppose I DO need a wardrobe change." She muttered.

Medea was already muttering Divine Words under her breath, harnessing her magic to analyze the Goddess's form. "Well, you absolutely are stronger..." The witch confirmed..."And also managed to infect yourself with the most powerful entropic curse I've ever seen. Oh, and a lust curse too. I was halfway expecting the entropic curse considering the demon whose currently ruling this land, but what sort of legends are present in this land that they'd imprint lust directly to your Divine Core?"

"I can answer that." A voice called out. Both Medea and the Goddess turned, beholding a strange purple-haired woman in a black bodysuit striding out from the nearby forest, a cursed red spear in hand. "You probably drew in some of the Mystery of Medb, our resident divine queen. She's infamous for her lusts and vices, enough that it takes seven trained warriors a night to satisfy her. Of course, she keeps her domain safe from Balor and the Fomorians so nobody particularly complains-but she's also a deeply vain person. Vain enough to take offense at the thought of power being stolen from her, even in this roundabout way."

The Goddess nodded in understanding and immediately began to form plans in her mind. Medea, on the other hand, did the much more relevant thing of asking the purple-haired woman, "Who exactly are you, and why are you here?"

"I'm Scathach." The woman-Scathach-answered. "I came because I felt a divine presence moving into this land, and wanted to investigate. And that little ritual of yours got my interest. A bad luck curse, lust curse, and a divine queen after your head? Sounds like a lot...but I think I could help you out. Give you some training, at least."

Thus would begin what the Goddess would reflect upon as the most painful two centuries of her life.

The entropic curse, the Goddess could handle. She was deeply skilled in dealing with such things after her time in the Mediterranean and Rome, where she had to deal with a similar curse from the Olympians for centuries before it finally burnt itself out. She's grown used to the world trying to turn against her, and could all but instinctively counter it with her own soul singing to the world and shaping it with her will. Harnessing magic from the most primal eras of the Age of Gods merely to counteract bad luck...but it worked, and worked well. The rest was simply working through common sense: avoiding mystical contracts or promises, keeping her eyes peeled for falsehood and illusion, listening through things and not jumping to conclusions...a god's passions should have made such things difficult, but she was no ordinary Goddess-she had enlightenment, and could draw upon that for strength.

It wasn't the divine queen Medb who troubled the Goddess so. No, in a clash of divinities, The Goddess proved herself vastly the superior there. And in time, she was able to soothe the wounded pride and vanity of the divine goddess and smoothe over their initial hostility...only to have accidentally opened up a whole new one, for Medb found it plainly obvious that the existence of this "Goddess of Humanity" outshone her-Medb, the queen of the world! And of course, legends of The Goddess's beauty sprung up wherever she went-which naturally detracted from the attention being lavished upon Medb! This new rivalry would last for nearly the entirety of the following two centuries, ending only when-pushed to her limits by stress and "stress"-The Goddess would tear her way through Medb's kingdom, pin down the divine queen herself, and...

After that day, Medb had a revelation about the nature of pleasure. She had seen the light, she said, and that light was the beauty of women! From then on, Medb became a scourge of lust to the women of Ireland and would eventually be chased away by a great hero, fleeing across the seas and eventually finding herself in the empire of New Rome. Supported by the mystical technologies of that empire, she would outlast the Age of Gods and remain on Earth even as nearly the entirety of the rest of the divinities of the world were sealed away in the Reverse Side of the World. That said, she would also end up nearly getting chased out of New Rome on account of far too many public decency violations. Luckily for her Kiara was willing to sponsor her, and took Medb under her wing as an apprentice...

Returning to Ireland, it wasn't even the Demon King Balor who troubled the Goddess. His rule was cruel and inhumane, and naturally the Goddess found herself opposing his armies and forces. Over the course of three years she would decimate his armies, then fight him in a climactic duel that shook the island. Due to lacking a concept of death she was immune the power of Balor's Eye, but the demon was no slouch without that power and fought ferociously. Still, in the end the Goddess triumphed over Balor. She would render down his flesh and consume his energies, and from them her eyes would be reborn as the Eyes of Balor-capable of seeing the Death of all things and manifesting it with a mere thought. Well, the death of all things which POSSESSED a Death. The Goddess celebrated greatly that day-not because of the power she had gained, but at moving closer to a goal she had held for millennia now: to replicate the powers of that King Hassan who was less human and more Death incarnate. This wasn't that, but it was a step closer. And with her power to see the very concept of death itself now, she felt she would make much more progress than ever before.

It wasn't even the Lust Curse that the Goddess had infected herself with. She was deeply familiar with her vices, and knew how to both indulge them and how to moderate them-even when they were demanding 90% of her attention at every waking moment, and 80% in her sleeping moments. When pushed to her absolute limits for decades at a time she might snap and give in to a MINOR lust-fueled rampage or two, but she was always careful to fix such things and show kindness to her victims afterwards-healing and helping those she affected. And with Kama, Kiara, Nero, and even Medea on occasion, it wasn't like she had any lack of help in dealing with her lusts.

No, the entirety of her issues were born from a single source: Scathach.

"You may have the muscle memory of a warrior, but you don't have the instincts or skills of one." Scathach spoke calmly. Even as she spoke her spear lashed out a dozen times in an instant, the Goddess struggling to parry with her own spear. On the thirteenth clash the Goddess's spear shattered into motes of light. Without even an instant's hesitation she flash-forged a new one from a core of Primordial Runes and shaped magic as if she had done this a thousand times over. She very well may have, actually. Her entropic curse made basically every weapon she wielded degrade and shatter in absurdly short periods of time, so she became extremely skilled in just creating whatever she needed on the fly to counteract it.

Scathach never stopped attacking, and never stopped talking as she attacked. "Your spear, your magic, and your body are all being treated as separate things. Stop that; they are all one thing." Without seeming to change her attack pattern at all, runes suddenly began to form from the movements of Scathach's spear thrusts. She was manifesting rune spells with the exact same motions that she was using to try and skewer the Goddess, and the Goddess was forced to defend against both magic and spear combat at the exact same time.

Suddenly, Scathach stopped. The Goddess still held a fully ready position, body tense and energy ready to be unleashed in an instant. "Warmup complete." Scathach declared. With a twirl of her spear she manifested a ring of runes, which flared with immense light as she slammed her spear into the ground. In an instant the world around the Goddess and Scathach changed, revealing a grand army of demonic figures-Fomorians. A second wave of her spear sent light flowing out to the entire army, empowering it...and locking it into a curse, where they could only fight a single person.

That person being the Goddess, of course.

"You have until evening to kill this army." Scathach declared. "If they're still alive by then they'll detonate in a shaped blast strong enough to kill even you." The Goddess wasn't sure if Scathach was bluffing or not, but took the implicit threat seriously regardless-and fought like her life depended on it. She tore through Fomorian after Fomorian, sometimes with her bare hands and feet when her weapons shattered. Each attack of the Fomorians were empowered enough to easily pierce through God Hand, though not quite enough to make it through her Enlightenment at the same time. Which is, of course, where Scathach taking potshots at her with occasional magical blasts came in.

Despite her best efforts it would be nearly evening by the time she finished the army off, and the Goddess would be a bruised, burned, and bloodied mess. Naturally a diluted version of the curse of Gae Bulg had somehow been infused into every wound, retarding her natural regeneration. It was just something she'd come to expect from Scathach's training.

And then the Fomorian corpses all suddenly exploded, blasting the Goddess hard enough that it tore through three of her God Hand lives. Really, what else did she expect at this point?

"I think that sums up your daily battle training." Scathach declared. "Now, we'll work on your smithing."

Scathach's training was brutal, inhumane, and horrifying enough that it was capable of killing even The Goddess multiple times over. If it wasn't for God Hand providing her an endless supply of extra lives, she might genuinely have died at several points. Though it was only thanks to Godhand that she was willing to endure this, since it wouldn't have any chance of killing her, so...

Yet the Goddess could not deny the results. Her body, mind, and even her very soul were all refined with the torture that Scathach called "training", sharpening her skills as a warrior to the point that even Scathach had to admit that she was "acceptable". She learned to weave Primordial Runes so swiftly it could outpace commanding the World directly, then refined her command of the World until it flexed and twisted with just the barest hint of intention and will. Even her skills as a craftswoman were refined and enhanced-HER! She who led the Sub-Bells in forging Excalibur and was renowned for creating countless weapons, artifacts, and divine treasures!

The skills she learned and refined under Scathach made the Goddess honestly feel ashamed of her previous work-it was like comparing a child's babblings to a complex symphony. With pure skill and mystical ability she found herself capable of matching Scathach at the end of those two centuries, where before she would have needed to simply overwhelm her with raw power. She had developed her smithing to better extract the powers of flesh and render them into artifice.

Her power before was very much akin to a divine Authority-it was simply something that existed, something she wielded because she had that right. Now, it was refined and improved-it was skill, it was training, it was more than mere Authority. It was a part of her.

On one particular day, nearly a century after the Goddess had met Scathach, the two were sitting down and having a picnic. It was a guaranteed, for real, rest day where the Goddess was actually free of all surprise training. Those were extremely rare, and she was cherishing it. Medea was off in New Rome, vacationing away from the constant chaos of Ireland.

Daintily eating a berry, Scathach observed her companion from the corner of her eye. The Goddess was a very beautiful woman, yes, but there was always a certain...mystical air about her. Quite literally. Even for her it had taken some time to notice, but The Goddess was always, ALWAYS, wearing a strange sort of glamour-half physica, half illusory. "I'm curious." Scathach began. "You've hidden your true appearance for as long as I've known you...what exactly are you hiding?"

The Goddess scratched her cheek, and answered. "Well, it's nothing against you, first. I haven't actually shown my true appearance to anyone since...a millennia, eleven-hundred years, I think? Somewhere around there. I hide my true appearance, because...well, the very sight of me is a curse."

"A curse? Are you truly so hideous?"

"No, the opposite. All who see even a glimpse of me are enslaved-their souls twisted into nothing but a puppet to me. A Bodhisattva of Desire, who could enslave all things that held even the most minor spark of desire in their hearts, conceded that I outshone them entirely-and I've only grown more beautiful since then. The sight of me is a curse that hollows out the minds and souls of all things until all that is left is devotion, my smell is much the same, my touch is a soul-searing ecstacy, I cannot even speak without my voice consuming the hearts of all who hear me." The Goddess shrugged. "So I've taken to wearing this guise to prevent those effects from causing chaos. It hides my true form-sight, smell, taste, touch, and sound, so that I can live amongst others without enslaving all who experience any part of my existence."

Scathach nodded, taking in that explanation. The two continued to eat a fruit picnic in peace for some time...until Scathach spoke. "Sounds like a truly potent weapon." She said lightly.

The Goddess sighed, seeing where this was going immediately. She held out a hand, lighting it with blue fire, and spoke. "A Geas, then. If you fall to my beauty, then all memory of what you experienced will be lost and you shall be left with only the knowledge that said beauty overwhelmed you."

Scathach swiftly took the Goddess's hand, entering the Geas willingly-such as it was. The Geas sealed, the Goddess took a deep breath and began to form Bounded Fields around herself and Scathach-cutting off the outside world entirely. "Prepare yourself." She warned the Queen of the Shadowlands.

Then, for the first time in centuries, the Goddess released the glamour that hid away her true form.

Scathach immediately grit her teeth and turned away from the Goddess, shutting her eyes tight. Magic swirled around her and formed into spells-spells to block out smell and sound, spells to induce pain-and Scathach began to tremble. Several seconds passed, until finally a blue fire lit around Scathach's form and the Goddess's glamour reformed itself.

The blue fire faded, and Scathach sighed. "So I couldn't withstand it..." She murmured.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." The Goddess said. "I don't think there's a living being in all of existence who can. In fact, you did quite well-you lasted maybe fifteen or so seconds."

"Fifteen seconds..." Scathach closed her eyes, deep in thought. Then she nodded to herself. "I can work with that. Let's do it again."

Ever since that day, Scathach would subject herself to attempting to endure the Goddess's True Form at least thrice a week. She would never carry memories of the True Form-her one attempt at doing so saw its beauty slowly and steadily twist her into a slave for the Goddess over the course of a week, which was then purged from her mind-but with great effort and experimentation she slowly found herself lasting small bits of time longer each time she exposed herself.

Of course, despite her and the Goddess's best efforts, this continuous exposure to the Goddess's true form had...side effects. Scathach found herself more and more attracted to The Goddess on a subconscious level, more and more amorous, and slowly came to the conclusion that perhaps she didn't need to die...in fact, if it was her, then perhaps...

By the end of those two centuries in Ireland, Scathach and the Goddess had grown extremely close-to the point that it was all but confirmed that Scathach would be joining the Goddess's harem. When the world called to the Goddess and her wanderlust saw her leaving the land, Scathach joined her in her travels-to help keep the Goddess's skills sharp, she said, but the wild nights they had together disagreed somewhat.

The year was 90 CE.

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