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Blood and Oaths (Fate/Stay Night - Worm)

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Blood and Oaths: Prologue


Your world was dying; humanity a torch that grew ever dim with each...
Paloswag

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Blood and Oaths: Prologue​


Your world was dying; humanity a torch that grew ever dim with each heroic death and evil's birth. The Protectorate were the first and last line of defense, the heroes that joined bravely stood against the likes of the Endbringers and more human threats like the Slaughterhouse 9 and Nilbog.

One such spark was Charon. A cape who could tap into the very hearts of minds of the world. Heroes and monsters of both past and present were at his beck and call. Savior, they called him, a hero that would grow to match and perhaps surpass the members of the Triumvirate. He was a beacon of hope.

Until the Simurgh.

August 12, 2003. You remember it like it was yesterday. The white-winged angel hit London, almost nine months after her first appearance in Switzerland. It was the first time the world realized she could tap into Tinkers, as she used her telekinesis to build a device in the center of the city. The PRT came to London's aid, the full might of its heroes supporting the efforts of the King's Men as they fought to destroy her machine and end her siren's call. But it was all for naught.

Charon was captured, his body thrust into machinery as his friends and comrades fought and died to save him. And so ended another symbol of humanity's hope. The details of what happened that day were never fully released to the public and its few survivors never speak of it. Only a single image survived the PRT's purges, a message and instructions in Charon's blood with a pentagram in crimson beneath. "Power comes to those who walk with death," it was titled. It detailed a ritual of oaths and blood, of artifacts and history. A Simurgh plot, they cried, just one more crack in society's death knell. The PRT suppressed the image wherever it could be found, but through negligence and intrigue the ritual escaped.

And so began another chapter in the age of heroes. A young boy in California nearly bled to death as he summoned a knight to avenge his murdered parents. A spanish conquistador was conjured in Mexico by a girl being smuggled in by the cartels. Death came to most who sought to use the ritual, but the Protectorate welcomed the chance to add ancient warriors and thinkers to its ranks. It began to confiscate artifacts and heirlooms wherever they could be found, much to the protest of the intellectuals and descendants of the world's great. Summoning eventually became an event worthy of international attention as the citizenry oohed and awwed at each subsequent primeval hero invoked.

The heroes of legend continued to show up here and there, their strength and skills ending wars and conflict, each victory another step into bringing the world to right. And after a while, when things continued to get better, the PRT and its leader started to relax their guard; the Simurgh's attack and Charon's death had only brought good to the world. That optimism plummeted when an institutionalized schizophrenic gnawed off his hand and summoned a villain thought long dead.

Grey Boy had returned.

The revelation that Charon's ritual could summon a villain had the PRT cracking down on any further attempts to use it without their jurisdiction. The smuggling and hoarding of artifacts, and even the possessions of dead capes, was made a criminal offense. More villains, modern and ancient, were summoned back to the present. And so the world began to burn once again.

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Your wrist ached as the bloodflow slowly ebbed from the slit cut into your flesh. To be a master one must walk with death. The pentagram was nearly complete, its imperfect form written from the blood that even now drips down your sleeve. Nine out of ten of those who attempt this ritual fail, their lives forfeit as a price for their arrogance. But you had something most didn't. Desperation. Ambition. And an heirloom passed down from one generation to the next.

It is:

[X] An old rifle found in Europe, dated back to the early 1940s.
[X] An ancient Chinese manuscript
[X] A worn piece of preserved wood, stained dark with dried blood
[X] A musty cushion that smells of smoke
[X] A shard from a broken clay pot
[X] An old but perfectly tailored suit
[X] The broken handle of a fencing saber

Author's Note:

I've always wanted to play around in the Worm-verse. I'll be the first to admit I'm not the strongest writer, but if there's enough interest I'll keep it going. None of the five choices except one are servants in the games or fate anime.
 
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[X] A worn piece of preserved wood, stained dark with dried blood
 
TotallyNotEvil said:
Is it Iskangar's thing? The one they used to pick him?

Because fuck yeah if it is.
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The Iskander Catalyst in canon was his cloak and I cannot recall any part of his legend thatøs related to bloodstained wood.

Personally I'm hoping for some sort of ship, but I don't know if that would count as 'preserved' wood.

Also, the chinese manuscript is almost certainly Sun Tzu. Or at least that's the only one I can think of.
 
Omegahugger said:
The Iskander Catalyst in canon was his cloak and I cannot recall any part of his legend thatøs related to bloodstained wood.

Personally I'm hoping for some sort of ship, but I don't know if that would count as 'preserved' wood.

Also, the chinese manuscript is almost certainly Sun Tzu. Or at least that's the only one I can think of.
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Good guess on the manuscript. :)
 
You know, it really bugs me that there's only five options. Like, there's supposed to be one for every class!

I sorta get why Berserker could be veto'ed, as it is not the most character-friendly of classes, but that still leaves one class missing!
 
So the rifle is The White Death, the hardcore as fuck sniper? Assassin.

Chinese manuscriot as Sun Tzu? Caster?

Any hints about the claypot?
 
Don't get too focused on the class implications. In the wormverse, they'll be the equivalent of capes with powers suitable to their legends.

And the clay pot is Greek.
 
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[X] An old rifle found in Europe, dated back to the early 1940s.

A World War Two Heroic Spirit, I'm curious who you have in mind. I can only think of one legendary soldier associated with a rifle in this time period and it is Simo Hayha, a Finnish sniper with balls equaling Audie Murphy, and probably the highest body count a sniper ever got in a war.
 
[X] A musty cushion that smells of smoke

Pretty sure this is the queen of babalyons vote.
 
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