The Immortal Watch Dog
06-04-2012, 08:42 PM
fight takes place in Hogwartz proper the entire castle has been mobilized for defense.
leading all the female students is Nymphadora Tonks backed up by Hermoine Granger and Minerva McGonagall
Karla The Grey Witch from Record Of Lodoss War, Granny Weatherwax from Discworld and Galadriel the lady of lorien from the tolkien universe (her ring of power included)
Defending team goals: drive the bad ass old ladies out of the school or kill them
Attacking team goals: demolish hogwartz, and whoop ass
hows this go?
06-05-2012, 04:34 PM
Feats from the three? I do know Discworld is pretty haxxed.
The Immortal Watch Dog
06-05-2012, 06:45 PM
Granny no sold Voodoo t she's caused random parts of peoples body to switch with the body parts of another universe were atoms free float (ie causing someones arm to be bfr'd and replaced with an exploding limb or a hat)
She's gotten into magical fights where her telepathic cry from pain killed all the insects within a dozen miles and caused horrible pain to passerbyes
Galadriel solo'd Dul Duldur and basically pancaked it Pein style..she's got top notch mind rape resistance..as well
Karla..is a bit more nebulous she was said to be among the most powerful witches to ever live and superior to mages who were doing things like busting buildings but she really never backed it up..her presence was enough to terrify the piss out of most any one she did a lot via manipulation
The Immortal Watch Dog
06-05-2012, 06:47 PM
Here feats for Granny from witches aboard
Granny hesitated, and then straightened her shoulders. Her arms moved away
from her sides, almost imperceptibly. Nanny and Magrat moved away slightly.
'If that's what you want.'
'My voodoo against your . . . headology?'
'If you like.'
'And what's the stake?'
'No more magic in the affairs of Genua,' said Granny. 'No more stories. No
more godmothers. Just people, deciding for themselves. For good or bad.
Right or wrong.'
'And you leave Lily Weatherwax to me.'
Mrs Gogol's intake of breath was heard around the hall.
'Hmm?' said Granny. 'You don't think you're going to lose, do you?'
'I don't want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax,' said Mrs Gogol.
'That's good,' said Granny. 'I don't want you to hurt me either.'
'I don't want there to be any fighting,' said Ella.
They all looked at her.
'She's the ruler now, ain't she?' said Granny. 'We've got to listen to what
'I'll keep out of the city,' said Mrs Gogol, ignoring her, 'but Lilith is
Mrs Gogol reached into her bag, and flourished the raggedy doll. 'See this?'
'Yes. I do,' said Granny.
'It was going to be her. Don't let it be you.'
'Sorry, Mrs Gogol,' said Granny firmly, 'but I see my duty plain.'
'You're a clever woman, Mistress Weatherwax. But you're a long way from
Granny shrugged. Mrs Gogol held up the doll by its waist. It had sapphire
'You know about magic with mirrors? This is my kind of mirror, Mistress
Weatherwax. I can make it be you. And then I can make it suffer. Don't make
me do that. Please.'
'Please yourself, Mrs Gogol. But I'll deal with Lily.'
'I should box a bit clever if I was you, Esme,' muttered Nanny Ogg. 'She's
good at this sort of thing.'
'I think she could be very ruthless,' said Magrat.
'I've got nothing but the greatest respect for Mrs Gogol,' said Granny. 'A
fine woman. But talks a bit too much. If I was her, I'd have had a couple of
big nails right through that thing by now.'
'You would, too,' said Nanny. 'It's a good thing you're good, ain't it.'
'Right,' said Granny, raising her voice again. 'I'm going to find my sister,
Mrs Gogol. This is family.'
She walked steadfastly towards the stairs.
Magrat took out the wand.
'If she does anything bad to Granny, she's going to go through the rest of
her life bright orange and round, with seeds in,' she said.
'I don't think Esme would like it if you did something like that,' said
Nanny. 'Don't worry. She doesn't believe all that stuff about pins and
'She doesn't believe anything. But that doesn't matter!' said Magrat. 'Mrs
Gogol does! It's her power! It's what she thinks that matters.'
'Don't you reckon Esme knows that too?'
Granny Weatherwax reached the foot of the stairs.
Mrs Gogol had a long sliver of wood in her hand. Shaking her head
desperately, she jabbed it into the doll's foot.
Everyone saw Esme Weatherwax wince.
Another sliver was thrust into a raggedy arm.
Slowly, Granny raised her other hand and shuddered when she touched her
sleeve. Then, limping slightly, she continued to climb the stairs.
'I can do the heart next. Mistress Weatherwax!' shouted Mrs Gogol.
'I'm sure you can. You're good at it. You know you're good at it,' said
Granny, without looking around.
Mrs Gogol stuck another sliver into a leg. Granny sagged, and clutched at
the banister. Beside her, one of the big torches flamed.
'Next time!' said Mrs Gogol. 'Right? Next time. I can do it!'
Granny turned around.
She looked at the hundreds of upturned faces.
When she spoke, her voice was so quiet that they had to strain to hear.
'I know you can too, Mrs Gogol. You really believe. Just remind me again-
we're playin' for Lily, right? And for the city?'
'What does that matter now?' said Mrs Gogol. 'Ain't you going to give in?'
Granny Weatherwax thrust a little finger into her ear and wiggled it
'No,' she said. 'No, I don't reckon that's what I do now. Are you watchin',
Mrs Gogol? Are you watchin' real close?'
Her gaze travelled the room and rested for just a fraction of a second on
Then she reached over, carefully, and thrust her arm up to the elbow into
the burning torch.
And the doll in Erzulie Gogol's hands burst into flame.
It went on blazing even after the witch had screamed and dropped it on to
the floor. It went on burning until Nanny Ogg ambled over with a jug of
fruit juice from the buffet, whistling between her teeth, and put it out.
Granny withdrew her hand. It was unscathed.
'That's headology,' she said. 'It's the only thing that matters. Everything
else is just messin' about. Hope I didn't hurt you, Mrs Gogol.'
She went on up the stairs.
Mrs Gogol kept on staring at the damp ashes. Nanny Ogg patted her
companionably on the shoulder.
'How did she do that?' said Mrs Gogol.
'She didn't. She let you do it,' said Nanny. 'You got to watch yourself
around Esme Weatherwax. I'd like to see one of them Zen buggers come up
against her one day.'
She took a deep breath. 'So bugger off,'
'Make us, old woman.'
'I thought you'd say that.'
'We don't want the world. Just this little kingdom will do. And we will take it, whether it wants us or not.'
'Over my dead body, madam.'
'If that is a condition.'
The Queen lashed out mentally, like a cat.
Granny Weatherwax winced, and leaned backwards for a moment.
'Yes?' said the Queen.
'There aren't any rules, are there?'
'Rules? What rules?' said the Queen.
'I thought so,' said Granny. 'Gytha Ogg?'
Nanny managed to turn her head.
'My box. You know. The one in the dresser. You'll know what to do.'
Granny Weatherwax smiled. The Queen swayed sideways as if she had been slapped.
'You have learned,' she said.
'Oh, yes. You know I never entered your circle. I could see where it led. so I had to learn. All my life. The hard way. And the hard way's pretty hard, but not so hard as the easy way. I learned. From the trolls and the dwarfs and from people. Even from the pebbles.'
The Queen lowered her voice.
'You will not be killed,' she whispered. 'I promise you that. You'll be left alive, to dribble and gibber and soil yourself and wander from door to door for scraps. And they'll say: there goes the mad old woman.'
'They say that now,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'They think I can't hear,'
'But inside,' said the Queen, ignoring this, 'inside I'll keep just a part of you which looks out through your eyes and knows what you've become.
'And there will be none to help,' said the Queen. She was closer now, her eyes pinpoints of hatred. 'No charity for the mad old woman. You'll see what you have to eat to stay alive. And we'll be with you all the time inside your head, just to remind you. You could have been the great one, there was so much you could have done. And inside you'll know it, and you'll plead all the dark night long for the silence of the elves.'
The Queen wasn't expecting it. Granny Weatherwax's hand shot out, pieces of rope falling away from it, and slapped her across the face.
'You threaten me with that?' she said. 'Me? Who am becoming old?'
The elf woman's hand rose slowly to the livid mark across her cheek. The elves raised their bows, waiting for an order.
'Go back,' said Granny. 'You call yourself some kind of goddess and you know nothing, madam, nothing. What don't die can't live. What don't live can't change. What don't change can't learn. The smallest creature that dies in the grass knows more than you. You're right. I'm older. You've lived longer than me but I'm older than you. And better'n you. And, madam, that ain't hard.'
The Queen struck wildly.
The rebounded force of the mental blow knocked Nanny Ogg to her knees. Granny Weatherwax blinked.
'A good one,' she croaked. 'But I still stand, and still I'll not kneel. And I still have strength -"
An elf keeled over. This time the Queen swayed.
'Oh, and I have no time for this,' she said, and snapped her fingers.
There was a pause. The Queen glanced around at her elves.
'They can't fire,' said Granny. 'And you wouldn't want that, would you? So simple an end?'
'You can't be holding them! You have not that much power!'
'Do you want to find out how much power I have, madam? Here, on the grass of Lancre?'
She stepped forward. Power crackled in the air. The Queen had to step back.
'My own turf?' said Granny.
She slapped the Queen again, almost gently.
'What's this?' said Granny Weatherwax. 'Can't you resist me? Where's your power now, madam? Gather your power, madam!'
'You foolish old crone!'
It was felt by every living creature for a mile around. Small things died. Birds spiralled out of the sky. Elves and humans alike dropped to the ground, clutching their heads.
And in Granny Weatherwax's garden the bees rose out of their hives.
06-07-2012, 09:53 PM
Judging from this.
As long the 3 are not too rash and don't let their guard down from any possible flanking or ambush, they should be fine.
Cult of Personality
06-07-2012, 10:04 PM
Any one of those witches could solo large portions of the HPverse, McGonagal, Tonks and fuggin Hermione get stomped.
06-07-2012, 10:05 PM
Wish this thread had more alliteration.
Shouldn't you pair HPverse against Paoliniverse? `:P
06-07-2012, 10:22 PM
Eragon has words of death, mental powers and shield, and Galbatorix.
06-07-2012, 10:26 PM
He is also not a girl. You have to go to Arya or some ;);););).
06-07-2012, 10:27 PM
Apparently Eragon/Arya is the actual couple or something in the last book. I did not read it though.
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