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Seven Servants. Seven Masters. One Wish.

Will you be the last one standing?
Prologue 01

Aranfan

Team Plasma Grunt
EY 1912. Xohyr, Ymaryn-Gylruv Dual Monarchy.

Lord Myrn of the Xohyr branch of the Royal Mage Corporation was sitting in his office, reading the news about the new carbon emissions legislation the Conservative Party had pushed through Parliament, when his hand burned. Hissing as he dropped his coffee, he clutched his hand. Turning it over to look at the back, he blinked as he beheld the symbols that marked him as a Master in the third Grail War.

As he traced the arcane symbols, he smiled to himself.

"A wish is it?"

For a Magus, there could only be one wish, to reach the root. To know all things.

The Grail War was due to start in but two months. With his connections, he could easily summon a Servant and get to Nohon in time for the War. The only question, was who to summon? As a patriot, he could nothing else than summon one of the heroes produced by the People, but that only narrowed it down so much.

Those fools at the Clock Tower were so damn proud of being founded by Merlin. Yet it was the People who had created Alchemy, long before Merlin was even born. He could remind them of that, surely.

Yet, it was said that the strongest class of all was Saber. So perhaps it would be best to use a Servant whose legend included a sword.

As he mused, his eyes passed over the window, and he saw the field where a white cow grazed placidly.

No. That was hubris, surely. The grail summoned heroes, not gods… but Bonwyn had been a hero first hadn't he? He only ascended to godhood after he had completed his work. The Sacred Warding, a feat worthy of a god.

Inoculation in the copper age. A system that lasted multiple thousands of years until the Collapse. To be sure, a feat worthy of a god.

He shook his head.



What Catalyst did Lord Myrn choose?

[] A shard of pottery, said to have held the first alchemical reagents.
[] A black sword, said to have scarred the Sun.
[] A white cow. (Warning: Hubris)
 
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Character Sheet
BERSERKER

Master: Lord Myrn
True Name: Yenyna, The Dragon General

Parameters:

Strength: B++
Endurance: C
Agility: B++
Mana: E
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: EX


Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement: EX. All parameters receive a Rank Up, yet her mental faculties are not diminished in the slightest. However, the Crows prevent her from hearing anything anyone says, so reasoning with her is impossible.


Personal Skills:

Crow the Devourer: A++. Functions as Eye of the Mind (False) and Military Tactics of the same rank.



Noble Phantasms:

The Sword That Scarred The Sun: Rank EX. Anti-Noble Phantasm. Any noble phantasm struck by The Sword That Scarred The Sun ceases to function as a noble phantasm. It still functions as a weapon capable of harming servants.

???: ???. ???.
 
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Prologue 02
It had taken almost three weeks to get the sword from the Khemetri Archaeological Museum. Apparently, someone had stolen a broken bronze kopesh recovered from Blood Valley. Which meant he had to spend a lot of favors with the diplomatic corps to get the Khem to let him borrow the sword.

Still, it would be worth it to summon the first Dragon General.

The circle inscribed, the chant completed, the magic circuits activated… and Lord Myrn could not believe what was standing in the circle. Not a man or a monster, but a waif from the far north.

"I am Berserker." She said, "The crows call, and I answer. Have you summoned me?" She challenged.

"I am your Master, Berserker. Who are you? I was trying to summon the Dragon General."

A laugh like a crow's tore itself from her lungs. Fell armor shimmered into being. Black scales, bronze pauldrons, a helm like the skull of an Allosaurus. Exactly the armor, ceremonial and functional, of the Dragon Generals of the Old Ymaryn Empire. Only, this was not paint over steel, but case hardened iron and actual bronze. And still the laugh, that sounded like it came from a crow rather than a human, sounded from inside the helm.

Silence.

"My name is Yenyna." The helm turned, to look at some blank spot on the wall.

"Hello Yenyna, I am Lord Myrn."


[] Spend a day or two to try and get to know her.
[] There is no time to waste, leave for Nohon immediately.
 
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