"Macha, must you torment me with the face of the man that tortured me when I was eight?" Vladimir asked as he looked Macha over. He knew his first owner was long dead but the knight couldn't quite hold down his fear.

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“Suppose I change it then to something more suitable for you, Vladimir,” Macha chuckled, before turning his back then facing Vladimir with a different form.

“Is this better?”

“Hello, I am Macha. To what honour do I have of this visit?” The goddess turned god asked, smiling at the woman in front of him.

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Home and the Heartland, Riverdance - Live from New York City, 1996 (von OfficialRiverdance)

How many days shall I have this visage and body? Days? Weeks? Who knows. Any who wish to ask blessings from me, come, come. I shall bless you thee abundantly.

battleruler:

thegoddessmacha:

anktankanddalvrick replied to your post: Macha’s tempted to change her form into a man now,…

Mathuin: MOTHER!!! *judging, all the judging XDDD*

I think you mean father now, son.

Haha, very funny. *sighs* It’s going to take years to get this horrifying image out of my head.

Don’t you like my new visage? Tsk, tsk, child.

anktankanddalvrick replied to your post: Macha’s tempted to change her form into a man now,…

Mathuin: MOTHER!!! *judging, all the judging XDDD*

I think you mean father now, son.

Macha’s tempted to change her form into a man now, just for fun. xD

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Dagger (Katar)

• Dated: end of 17th century
• Culture: Indian
• Medium: steel
• Measurements: L: 35.2 cm

The distinctive Indian dagger, the katar, was used in close combat. In contrast to the ordinary dagger, which is held with the blade at a right angle to the arm, the katar is held by the cross bar, so that the blade points straight ahead.

This enables the bearer to deal even an armored opponent a fatal blow. As is often the case, the katar’s blade is decorated with ornamentation in relief, and the gilded handle is stippled with a floral pattern.

Source: © The David Collection

thelannisterimp:

thegoddessmacha:

“Yes, I do.” She replied, her smile never waning. She was lucky to have stumbled upon the Queen’s brother, and she knew that Fate was on her side. “I am lucky to have crossed your path, my lord.” She spoke. “I come here on behalf of the High Queen of my land which is far from here. Her name is Macha Mong Ruad. If you allow me an audience with your King or Queen, then I shall discuss further what my Queen’s business is with yours. This place is not appropriate for the talk of Politics, yes?”

Tyrion nodded with a small pout of his lips. “No, you’re absolutely right. Of course I can bring you to my sister, or the King if you wish. I do hope there’s no bad news in the matter.” he said with not a specific emotion. Tyrion held out his hand towards the lady and gave her a small smile. “Shall you come back to the castle with me, then?” 

‘That would be wonderful, thank you.” She said as she placed her hand in his, nodding to his wish to walk with him back to the castle. “There is no bad news of course, it is just that my Queen runs a fairly new kingdom, and allies are most needed.” Macha spoke quietly to him. “She is quite a powerful woman, having defeated her uncle and cousins consecutively in battle.”

This Macha was proud of. Of this she established her power, and that a woman was strong enough to sit on the throne and rule not as a man, but as a leader of a kingdom. “I have heard that your sister is most fair from the recounts of her at my Queen’s court. Tell me, is it true that her hair is as gold as if it had been spun from the rays of the sun itself? Or do the courtiers exaggerate this?” Macha asked with a nearly girlish giggle.

thelannisterimp:

thegoddessmacha:

“Mairead,” Macha said, not wanting to giver her real name away. She thought it would be better like this, and only reveal herself to the people she would ally herself with. “I come from the land of High Queen Macha, if you wish to know. These lands are not familiar to me, but I have heard of the power that it holds.

Green eyes swept over him, and with a small smile, she asked: “Might I know your name, good sir?”

So she was new here indeed. He thought as she spoke her words. “Tyrion, of House Lannister. I’m the Queen’s brother, maybe then you recognize the family name. I must say it’s rare that someone has to ask my name. What brings you here, my lady Mairead?” he asked curiously as he printed her appearance in his mind.

“Yes, I do.” She replied, her smile never waning. She was lucky to have stumbled upon the Queen’s brother, and she knew that Fate was on her side. “I am lucky to have crossed your path, my lord.” She spoke. “I come here on behalf of the High Queen of my land which is far from here. Her name is Macha Mong Ruad. If you allow me an audience with your King or Queen, then I shall discuss further what my Queen’s business is with yours. This place is not appropriate for the talk of Politics, yes?”

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thelannisterimp:

thegoddessmacha:

Macha walked into King’s Landing, dressed in garbs that were far beyond her stature as High Queen. But she thought it was better to come here without people noticing, it would aid her more in finding allies quietly rather than rouse the attention of future enemies that would threaten her kingdom as her uncle and cousins did.

As a goddess as well she could feel the cloud of war looming over the distance, and she knew that soon, she would have to raise her army once more, that is if she could keep herself away from the conflict.

It was when she bumped into something, or rather someone that she was roused from her thoughts and looked down, eyes wary.

“Forgive me sir, I should have been watching where I was going.” she said, her voice her usual cooing whisper, but carried authority despite its gentleness.

Tyrion walked trough Kings Landing with Bronn by his side. No other guards, just Bronn. He trusted him more than any other golden cloak. Arrogant, that is what those men are. The only honorable cloak is send away and Tyrion wasn’t very fond of that.

He was in conversation with Bronn about everything and nothing when he bumped into a lady he didn’t noticed. 

“Don’t worry about it, Milady, I wasn’t looking either.” he replied with a raised eyebrow. This woman didn’t know who he was? Then she clearly had to be new in Westeros since every knew the golden haired Lannister imp.

“Does the lovely lady have a name?” he asked.

“Mairead,” Macha said, not wanting to giver her real name away. She thought it would be better like this, and only reveal herself to the people she would ally herself with. “I come from the land of High Queen Macha, if you wish to know. These lands are not familiar to me, but I have heard of the power that it holds.

Green eyes swept over him, and with a small smile, she asked: “Might I know your name, good sir?”

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