In total, the heroes were seven. Fair Avalon le Fae, the faerie born to bring forth salvation. Senji Muramasa, a sword smith of renown tempered into a sword himself. Those two, Arturia knew, for they were she and her companion. Of the five behind her… no, six behind her, she knew less.
The dragon hidden just from view, she discounted. A familiar or similar, born of the Noble Phantasm of one of the others. That she was sure of. She heard a loud whistle of appreciation, though, and immediately knew that at least one of herself and Muramasa had been recognised.
"Oi, Nobushige, isn't that the guy who made your sword?" Turning fully to face the other heroes, Arturia couldn't help but smile. While one of them was quite clearly a giant, they weren't that much larger then her. Looking up at everyone could get somewhat annoying, after all.
"I believe he is actually older, my lord." The two voices belonged to relatively tall men. The one on Arturia's left, a little shorter then the one on the right, bore rich black hair that flowed from beneath his red cap. His shirt barely covered all of his torso, and his cape flowed around him, tied at the waist. By his side was a katana, and the red steel flares from his waist made it seem like the rising sun.
Avenger. Arturia's eyes narrowed. Why was an Avenger called to save the world? What could be embodied by an Avenger yet made them suitable for salvation? Normally, an Avenger was born of a grudge, of malice and hate.
The man on the right was tall and lithe, his brown hair cropped around a somewhat gaunt face. Perhaps he was just aged before his time, but he also seemed to bear sadness on his shoulders. Beneath the white robe, Arturia could see the hint of red steel, armour that must have framed all of his limbs.
[Muramasa Learning 16 + 10 (master of the Muramasa School) + 10 (Maker's Crest) +7 (dice) = 43 - Overwhelming Success (DC 15)]
"Alas. That sword was made by Masazane. I never actually taught him." Muramasa spoke up absently, having discerned everything about the blade at a glance. It's length. Its make. The forging techniques. Watching the gears churn in the man's head was somewhat interesting to Arturia, but she kept her attention of the hero pair.
Japanese. Three of them were Japanese, actually. She could see one off to the side, muttering with the air and communing with a dragon hidden just out of sight.
"Yes. That was the man I bought it from." The white garbed man nodded. "Which would make you Sengo no Muramasa."
"Aye. And you would be Sanada Nobushige." Clearly Muramasa had immediately stood on a landmine, for the Sanada man winced. "Would you prefer Yukimura?"
"I would."
"Then Yukimura it is." Muramasa's attention turned to the dark haired and red garbed man to Arturia's left. "You, on the other hand, reek of blood."
"I would hope so." The Avenger noted dryly. "Alas, I suppose the time for secrecy is long gone. This isn't like the last time I was summoned."
"Clearly not, blood king." The third voice to speak up, Arturia realised, was female. The body was trapped in steel, a horned helmet the most striking feature. Telling that she was female was impossible from look alone, though draped over her shoulder's was a great blue cape. That, Arturia recognised. It was the cape of the her that existed in the true human history.
Secret of Pedigree may have been able to fool humans, but the eyes of a faerie saw all, and peering through its visor, Arturia could see someone that might as well have been her peering back.
"Then lay off." Another voice, this one male, spoke up. Old, very old. The man was blond, garbed in a huge cloak lined with fur. It was, perhaps, too warm for such clothing, but he didn't seem bothered. "Or have you seen something wrong, knightling?"
"Not wrong." The knight wrapped in steel muttered. "Just…"
"Then I'll start." The old man declared. "I am Beowulf, king of the Geats. I was summoned…"
"As an Alter Ego." Arturia noted. The old king nodded.
"Aye. Then you know of the form of High Servants?" He asked. Muramasa whistled.
"Unfortunately. Who got shoved in you?"
"Grendel. Why the world thinks she's needed, who am I to say?" Beowulf didn't sound pleased of the statement, but it didn't seem to bother him much either. "I will be your sword. So, who are you, knightling?"
[Secret of Pedigree -> No one is entitled to roll]
[Faerie Eyes -> Automatic Success]
"... No one important." The knight answered, absently pulling free her helmet. Her hair was tainted red, though the blond beneath could still be seen, and her eyes glowed green. "My name is… Amr."
"... The son of King Arthur?"
"One and the same. I was called as Saber." Beowulf just nodded, satisfied. Arturia bit her lip, and chose discretion instead of valour. Technically, after all, she hadn't lied in the sense that she was the 'son' of King Arthur. Mordred had just lied about which son.
Suddenly everything was more confusing, for Arturia also knew Amr hadn't existed in the history Mordred was referring to, so why hide her identity?
"Allow me next then." Muramasa spoke up. "Senji Muramasa, also a Saber. Probably not the best class, but I'll manage." He was lying. Arturia knew that beyond a doubt. Not only was Saber the best class for him, but for this version of Senji Muramasa, it was the only class he could possibly be called in. "Oi, in the distance-"
"I heard. My apologies. I needed to confer with Oryou before I left too much unsaid." The other Japanese hero had finally joined them, garbed in a simple black robe much like a roaming samurai. By his side was a sword, a long katana that made Muramasa roll his eyes. "I am Sakamoto Ryouma. It is a pleasure, everyone."
The air flickered, and a woman appeared behind him, floating in the air. The human form of his dragon, no doubt, garbed in a floral robe and a red scarf.
"Oryou is called Oryou. No other name is necessary." She declared. "And you are a fairie, little Caster."
"I am. My name is Arturia. Arturia Avalon." Revealing she was the faerie of the sacred sword wasn't necessary for the moment. Mordred stared for maybe a moment longer then needed, before turning away.
"You look just like them."
"Who?"
"Arturia." Mordred didn't elaborate, in spite of the raised eyebrows. "And you, whitey?"
"Sanada Yukimura. Lancer." The Japanese man garbed in white declared. "The so called One Hundred Year Hero and lord of the Braves."
"Which leaves the blood-stained one." Muramasa muttered. "You reek of death. Who are you?"
"Oda. Nobunaga Oda. You may call me Kippoushi if you'd rather." He declared. "As you can see, Avenger. Not nefarious, I promise you." He paused, clicking his fingers in thought. "No, the best way to set you at ease is to declare my grudge, I suppose. I wish to unify the world. It is that simple."
"Because of Honouji." Muramasa surmised. Yukimura just nodded.
"I suppose that makes sense, given what you no doubt know of-"
"Do not speak of Tanuki." Nobunaga's voice cracked out. Yukimura flinched, but the rage on the Oda's face passed as quickly as it came. "My apologies, little Yuki. I'm not ready to discuss such things." The Oda paused, slowly walking around Yukimura, before smiling. "But look at you. Little Yuki, lost Yuki, became a man without me."
"So I did." Yukimura whispered. It was almost touching, if tragic, Arturia supposed. Yet such things were still new to her, and she didn't want to intrude.
So she looked to the distance, her gaze falling over the land.
"Hard to believe we were summoned. It's shockingly green." Beowulf noted. "You'd think there'd be more carnage."
"There is carnage." Mordred muttered. "Lots of it. I can smell it."
"Oryou agrees. The smell of blood is not so nice. Something else, too, like… truffle and fish." Oryou noted.
"Then the calamity may be harder to see." Ryouma muttered. "Should we proceed to the village?"
"Unless you have a better idea." Mordred muttered. She glanced at Beowulf, then to Nobunaga. "Well, your highnesses? Lead the way?"
"I'm well past leading." Beowulf retorted with a chuckle. Nobunaga just shook his head.
"We have a better choice." He answered. "Little faerie-"
"Arturia." Arturia pointed out. Nobunaga paused for just a moment, before his lips twisted into a small smile and he nodded in agreement.
"Arturia." He corrected. "You have the eyes of a faerie and are probably the least scary of us."
"Oi-" Ryouma let out a choked cry, but Nobunaga held up a hand.
"Shush. You need a bath, Bakumatsu Dragon." He shot back. "You'll lead."
"... I-"
"I don't think he's asking." Muramasa noted, nudging Arturia's side gently. "You can do it. We've seen you do it before."
"That was then. This time I'll-"
"Do perfectly fine. I'm here. You have as many swords as you need."
"... Thank you." She grit her teeth. "Right. Then I'll lead. Let's go, everyone."
<---->
For Servants, it took merely hours to reach the nearest village, a series of buildings in the flats of a great plain, a small tributary running past the village. As they approached, the stench of blood and wrongness grew. The misery of the land and people was very much clinging to the air like a miasma.
It made Arturia want to run, but in the company of such great heroes, there was nothing to fear.
"The water is soiled." Yukimura was the first to finally speak up as they walked. "Corpses and worse. It won't be suitable to drink."
"That is a problem for a village with no mystic." Beowulf muttered. "Without water, a village dies."
"Maybe. The grudges are weak for now." Nobunaga retorted. "Not many died from... whatever this is."
Whatever this is, as it turned out, was men and women struggling to live in a village near ruin. Buildings of wood showed to have been smashed and scorched, and there was a great pyre of rubbery pink and blue fleshy forms, vaguely resembling demented tadpoles in the shape of humans.In the distance, a single tree stood in the center of the village, its leaves despoiled and half burned to ash.
"For a village in this state, there are many here." Beowulf muttered. Yukimura shook his head.
"Too many. There's no chance they have food for the future, or water. Everyone here is almost certain to become a corpse."
"Then that, clearly, is where we must start." Mordred declared dryly. "Or should we loot their supplies and continue?" Her gaze fell on Arturia. It was a grim statement, one almost unwarranted.
"How could you say that, Amr?" Ryouma asked. Mordred just motioned to the villagers.
"He has club foot. She has six fingers on her left hand. She has only three toes. He has an extra elbow joint." She noted. "Well, Arturia? Are they worth saving?"
"Of course they are." The response was automatic. On some level, Arturia had to wonder if that was just the system of the fae that she represented speaking, yet Mordred seemed satisfied of the answer.
"Then we are best served splitting up." Muramasa noted.
<---->
Until you have restored this area, you will take actions in weeks, not months. Turn 0 will end when the village is restored.
Telial
Minor Settlement
Chaos Corruption: Tzeentch 15
Highly damaged
Population: 712 (widespread injuries and maladies)
Corpses: 2350~
Defence Level: 3 -> 20 (Muramasa)
Battalions: Peasant Mob (Martial 4)
Food Levels: 15 (-7 per turn)
Coffers: 0 (Literally Empty, all seized)
[Available Facilities]
None
[Damaged Facilities]
Smithy
Farmlands
Stables
Well
Grainhouses
[Local Resources]
Farmlands
Forests
River (Infected)
A small settlement in the western plains of Quenelles, ravaged by the Tzeentch horde. The population has been decimated by the recent fighting, and very few of combat age are left due to being conscripted into the Baron's armies to defend the realm. The village appears to have been the unfortunate location of recent combat, however, there is no chance the forces gathered here could have fought off the hordes of Tzeentch. They must have received help.
You have 4AP. Muramasa has attached himself to Arturia as Adjunct. Each specific task you wish to perform will consume 1AP unless noted otherwise.
[ ] Gather food. There is no other options. (DC10 Martial)
-[ ] Assign Servant.
[ ] Repair a building. (DC14 Stewardship -> Grand Smith Active)
-[ ] Which building?
--[ ] Muramasa
[ ] Purify the Water (DC 10 Learning)
-[ ] Arturia Avalon
[ ] Attend to the populations medical needs (DC 10 Learning)
-[ ] Arturia Avalon or Sanada Yukimura
[ ] Scout the local area (Intrigue Check)
-[ ] Sanada Yukimura
[ ] The Rough Ones (Automatic Success)
-[ ] Sakamoto Ryouma
[ ] Clear away the dead (DC45 Stewardship)
-[ ] Assign Servant.
[ ] Write in.
Actions with the servant specified as Assign Servant can assign more then one servant to the action at no extra cost of AP. Only the highest skill check is used, with each additional servant adding half their relevant score to the roll.
Repairing a building must be done by Muramasa. No other servant has the relevant knowledge to do so in a settlement this damaged.
Please remember from this point on all votes are by plan. You may wish to discuss your course of action before your do it.
[Fool of Owari -> Automatic Success: Oda Nobunaga has chosen to do his own action.]
[X] Purify the Corruption [DC 15 Learning -> ??? active]