[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Rider of Red[/color][/h1]

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"Hmm?" Rider tilted her head backwards to get a glimpse of her Master, an eyebrow raised curiously. Maeve Dóeltenga, her summoner to this Holy Great War. Maeve Dóeltenda, her newest Mangudai. Indeed, Genghis had yet to see any problems with her Master, and the words that she uttered had forced a grin to form on the King of Slaughterers' lips. "Y'think so, Master? Heh, I'm inclined to agree. I think this is the magical thing called friendship, eh?"

Ever so charismatic, few people could see the similarities between the aloof Rider and the stories surrounding her. She was well aware that her reputation for senseless murder and defiling well preceeded her; she had, after all, created that reputation willingly. Yet none could deny one thing after finally meeting her; she was a life-loving figure that much rather ensure safety and happiness of people. And her unspoken evil acts were some of the ways to protect people; if her frightening reputation could subdue an army, cause cities to surrender at sight, or make any corrupt bastard piss his pants, then that is lives saved. But, conquest will always claim lives. That's simply the nature of it. "You've said it quite plenty, my Mangudai. And I'll never tire from hearing it; as if getting tired of praise offered by beautiful people is ever something I will. Mm, yes, the strongest weapon in any conquest remains the to-be-conquered's fear, after all~" She whistled out between her teeth.

Turning herself around in her saddle, gazing onto Maeve from afront; then down to her trusted steed that she'd offered the Master. "Moreover, are you getting used to the saddle? Moriny Günj here seems to like you as well." Offering the white horse named Moriny Günj, Tseneglech's own daughter, a warm pat along the muzzle before peering up; "She rarely takes to a rider, save for myself, so that's good."

Leaning back again, sitting more comfortably atop Tsene, rolling her shoulders before clutching the reins; "And, naturally. I was born ready, but you already know this~"
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[center][h1][color=a0410d]Emily, Master of Black Caster[/color][/h1]

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"Oi, Castah? Castah? Where are yah, Castaaah~?!" On her tippytoes, the excitable brunette called out into the halls of their base. Running here, there, everywhere in search of the False Pharaoh of a servant that she'd somehow attained. Only a week had passed since she accidentally summoned her within a pyramid she'd explored, and somehow gotten dragged into some weird thing with wishes and such. She hardly grasped any of it, not that she really thought much of it either, but she knew there was some truth to it all. Her eyes atleast revealed the person that had spawned by her side, the Caster, had been in a different era of history. And that's the reason she even decided to tag along. "Castaaah! You promised I'd get to see all these cool stories and heroes! C'mon, we don't have time to just..."

"Oh, there you are. Whatcha doin there?" Stepping into the room in her usual fashion, one foot forward, body tilting forward, before making a cheery piroette at the very pose... then finally walking normal in. She knew Caster had been hard at work setting up some base of sorts, something about a workshop or something, and she knew she shouldn't intrude unless it's necessary... but her fascination, her excitement, her curiosity; it had peaked! "How's the chingamalinga going? Are you getting the stuff needed and suuuch~? If not, trust in me, your!.. Master, was it? Yes, trust in me, your Master, to find the stuff!"