Fate/Impetus (An AU Fate quest)(On Hiatus)

IKnowNothing · Oct 4, 2015

Well, I will be honest with you people.

I have no clue why I'm doing this.

Weather it's a childish need to prove something or a natural curiosity at trying a new thing, here we are. So someone start a stopwatch, I would like an exact date and time that this trainwreck hits the station.

Since I have absolutely no faith in my ability to write a masterpiece, go to Fate/Hollow Fake or @TehChron 's Rebuild of Apocrypha. The first being absolutely fantastic and the latter being what this is going to become within two story posts.

(That wasn't meant as an insult or anything. Its just everything is going to go to hell very fast)

You might be asking if "If I have no faith in my writing, why am I doing this?" Well, two reasons.

One: I admitted that I don't know.

Two: I have faith that I can give SV a nice performance of a stupid kid trying to prove he can do something worthwhile.

So

Thank you for reading, and please keep all arms, legs and feet inside the trainwreck at all times.

(A shout out to @Bondo for giving me the confidence for this wreck)

Also Remember to start that stopwatch now!.

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If you could make a wish, one without restraint or limit, what would you wish for? Wealth? Power? Immortality? Omnipotence? Such a question has as many answers as it does possibilities. If given the option, many Normal people would probably go for a wish like "I wish for a million wishes!" or one of the answers given above.

Unfortunately,Normal people live in a world where wishes don't come true. A perfect wish granting device is impossible, laughably so.

But you don't live in the normal world, now do you?

No. You live in a world where magic is the norm, monsters live in the dark, and Wishes are possible. Such is the purpose of the legendary ritual known as Heaven's Feel, to create that fabled wish granter. What is made from this grand ritual? The Holy Grail. Not the legendary chalice that was once used by Christ at the last supper, only an attempt to recreate the staggering power such an item would possess.

But humans, all of them, magi included, are greedy creatures. If only one wish can be granted, that means only one dream can be made reality, only one great purpose fulfilled.

And that means one war must be won before that wish is made.

And so the concept and bloody tradition of the Holy Grail War was created. A war where seven magi, seven 'Masters' are chosen by the Grail to fight, and die to get their wish. But no war is fought without its soldiers.

In a war where a single great wish is the prize, mere humans can't be used to wage this war. Humans are small, weak, fragile creatures. No, in this war begins far more powerful than humans are needed. For if a master wages war, their 'servant' fights for their sake as well.

Servants, men and women that have achieved levels of greatness in their lives that they needed to be removed from the cycle of life and death to preserve their glory. These Servants, these Heroic Spirits are what this war is going to be fought with.

Seven Spirits.

Seven Masters.

One Wish for the taking.

So then, in this war to be, Who are you?

Gender:

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Female:[X]

Background:

[] The Child: Fate has trapped you in events far beyond your control, and that control is slipping further and further away as time goes on. But here you stand, confused, scared, and with absolutely no clue what you stepped into.

[] The Warrior: It has come, the moment that you've been training your whole life for. You stand ready, strong and your head held high as you gaze onto the battlefield.

[X] The Creation: You didn't chose to come into this war or this world, but that doesn't matter now. You were born, made, crafted for this sole purpose. You are here to win a war, So you shall.

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IKnowNothing · Oct 4, 2015

Masters:

Name: Sigyn Hildebrand
Age: 19
Circuit Count: ???
Circuit Quality: Exquisite
Servant: Saber, ???
Command Seal Count: 3

MageCraft:
Black Magic - Thaumaturgical foundation that incorporates witchcraft and the arts of cursing.

Witchcraft - Recomposition of internal components to actualize external effects, as opposed to the 'recompose what exists around' of magecraft. In other words, the ability to take a part of oneself and turn it into something else. A versatile art that can make even one's own spit as a valid weapon for magical combat. Potential applications include effects such as taking your skin and turning it into razor sharp feathers that can be shot like bullets or flicking blood and turning it into a fireball.

Cursecraft - Effects caused without direct physical interference, although physical interference can be produced by adding prana ala Gandr/Finn shot. Definitely a vast category, but Black Magic only covers the types of curses stereotypically prescribed to shamans and cliche witches. Spiritual surgery, mental interference (sleep, paralysis, coerce), hexes (negative status effects), and curses that use a material medium (effigies, law of contagion, etc.) fall under its purview. Sigyn excels in this art and with the addition of her Homunculus Body, can perform curses on the level of B ranked attacks.

Mystic Eyes of Alteration - Azure colored and not exactly natural. Provides the capability to use magecraft that gives an object a property or effect that it did not previously possess via the eyes at the speed of single-action. It temporarily imposes an attribute from the mind on a target within eyesight, but it cannot affect targets with preexisting mysteries or those that possess thaumaturgical resistance. Prana cost is equal to the complexity of the attribute in question; adding 'fire' to a sword is undoubtedly easier than adding 'reverses causality to always strike the heart' to one, but with her colossal circuit count, prana cost are all but nonexistent as a concern.

General Magecraft - Everything you need not to be a failure magus. A specialty insofar as the fundamentals can be called a specialty.

Bio: A Homunculus created by Lord Hildebrand for the soul purpose of winning the fifth Holy Grail War. She has been trained her entire life to prepare for this war.

She has a step brother Adam Hildebrand.

According to Adam she has a biological mother, but her name and information is unknown.

All other information is currently unknown.

Name: Troy Forthil
Age: ???
Circuit Count: ???
Circuit Quality: ???
Servant: Rider, ???
Command Seal Count: 3

MageCraft:
Code: Troy has a pistol like code that is capable of firing shots that is powerful enough to destroy Berserker clones

Bio: No one knows. Even the church doesn't know anything about this guy.

Name: Adrain Bunker
Age: 35
Circuit Count: ???
Circuit Quality: ???
Servant: ???
Command Seal Count: ???

Magecraft: Lightning Magic

Bio: A magical genius who gained a professorship to the clocktower when he was only 16. He disappeared from the world for two years before returning to England and taking up his offered position.

His father was the master of Caster in the fourth war.

Name: Rin Tohsaka
Age: 18
Circuit Count: ???
Circuit Quality: ???
Servant: ???
Command Seal Count: ???

MageCraft:

Gem Magic

Bio: The last member of the famed Tohsaka line.

Name: Shinji Matou
Age: 18
Circuit Count: ???
Circuit Quality: ???
Servant: ???
Command Seal Count: ???

MageCraft:
???

Bio: He's from the house of Matou, and apparently he makes funny faces?

???

Servants:

Class: Saber
Master: Sigyn Hildebrand
Titles: ???
True Name: ???
KeyWord: Protector, ?
Noble Phantasm: ???

Strength: C
Endurance: A+
Agility: C++
Mana: C
Luck: A+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (A++): The servant is unaffected by any spell that does not rank at least A++ in power. In practice, the servant can only be affected by magic at the level of EX rank. It is no exaggeration to label this servant as a near perfect Magus Killer.

Riding (C): Most vehicles can be driven but only with the average amount of skill associated with average people of the era.

???

Skills:

Guardian Knight (A+):

The Servant receives a temporary attribute bonus if acting in the defense of others. A protector of numerous nations and expansive regions in life, the Servant is capable of deriving effectively unlimited defensive capabilities from those who place their faith and expectations in him.

???

Class: Berserker
Master: F̣̙̗n͙͑̇͌͒̾ͩ̃x̯͋̃̇́ͥ̒h̐̐̒̽̄͑̏ͅeͤͨ̋͒̚҉̟ṉ̵̱͍͎̦̲ ̇̿̿̐̚Zn͏͎͓̯͉̰̲ğ̑̊ͩ͜b͍̠̀ͮ̈h͎̟͊ͨ͝
Titles: ???
True Name: Ń͕̮̰̲͕q̫̮̮̜̖̬ͪ̍̐̂̌ͦ͜n̰̬̞̩͌̌͢z̭͈̿͛̽ͣͯ́ ͙͚̼̘̫̟̟̉ͨ̓̓̍Ù̟͇̣̭ͬ͛̌͞v͉ͣͫͯy̴̓̅ͮ͋q͖̻̙̭̇̇̉̓͡r̭͙̼̼̝̹̱̈͑͑̆̅̐o̷̯̫̙̺̯͉̪ͩe͔͓̭̰̥ń̲̥̲̱a͕̭̟̥͙̾́q̭̮͈͖͈̱ͭ̿͛̇͟ͅ
Key Words: We?, Shadow, Cursed, Legion.
Noble Phantasm: Y̹͉̠̦̬̙̫ͩͦ͗̉͂́ͦȓ̛̿ͬ̎̾t̿̔̃ͮ̄ṽ͖͉͍̗̲ḃ̫͍͓͚̔̓̌ͪǎ̅̌҉̟͉̲͉.

Strength: A (A++)
Endurance: B (A+)
Agility: C (B+)
Mana: C (E)
Luck: E (E-)

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement (B-->A+): Rank up in all parameters but most, if not all of one's sanity is lost. Ranked with a + because Berserker possess a unique Mad Enhancement available only to it. Instead of increasing all parameters, only Strength, Endurance and Agility are increased by two ranks. In exchange all of Berserker's sanity is lost while under the effects and its mana and luck are ranked down. Plus added due to Berserker's Noble Phantasm Y̹͉̠̦̬̙̫ͩͦ͗̉͂́ͦȓ̛̿ͬ̎̾t̿̔̃ͮ̄ṽ͖͉͍̗̲ḃ̫͍͓͚̔̓̌ͪǎ̅̌҉̟͉̲͉.

Personal Skills:

T̫̹͈͊ͣͅh̪̳̣̜̹͎̭͗ͨ̾͋͂̅̌n̡͓̠̥̹͍̹̳̆̾ͪͪ̋͋̿ẻ̹̪̠͔͕̈q̯̹̼͛̿͠ṽ͎̳̓ͤ͑ͨ̈͗n̻̊̏ͧͮ͗ã̖̅̽̋̐́ ̖̰ͦ͆͜X̦̥̫̤̭̬a̹̱ͤͮͮ̚v̧̫̊ͬͤ̋ͦ̄͐t̮͔̩͇̻ͦ͡u̞̝͖̤ͭͯͭ̅͐ͨg͓̗̘̓ ̻̫̂̋ͫ(̾́P͎͍͍̪̐̊͛̚-͚̮͍̻̐ͨ̓̐̾)̝͕̬͖ͪ:̧̺̪̯̞̗̓͒ͣ͐ ̶͙̝̪͖̜̃̀̊̑̽̚G̳̜ͦŗ̬̹͚̞̹̟zͪ҉̝̣̪͖̬͈c̼̗ͬͣ͒̽̌̑͗͜b̘̲͍͜e̩̜͕̹͋n͕̜͖ͪ̇̀e̢̘͌͂v̢̻̹͉̘̉̄̂ý̰͕ĺ͖̗̱̳͓̤ ̧ḙͨ̾͌̓͘n̝̱̩͎v̴̮͎̼ͦͮ͋̈f̸̤͙͉͈͖͆̈ͪ͋r̺̫̦̰ͮͣ̌̔ͣ͞f̢͕̘̿ ̝̞̹͑̈ͦ͜cͯn̻̘͉̟̬ͭ̐ͤ̈́̒ͅͅe̜̗̙̰͎̫͑̅͑ͮͨ͛n̟̭̭ͫz̡̏̅̓ͯ̇͗͒r͍͔̺͆̽̚ġ̹̮̤̻͙̠̊̿ͤͫͫr͉̞̬̩̮̅̈́ͮ͆̆̚ĕͮͩ͗͑̑̍ḟ̦̟͙̾̑͋̂̇ ̟̟͖̮̄j̬͙̣̖ͫͪ͋ṵ̯̲̇͌͊̿͢r̞̞͎͎̙̓ͤ̋͘a̩̙̦̬̼̦̫̓ͦ̐̔ ̹̯͇̠̝̻̼ͪ̄̃ͦ͑ͧ̈ĉ̭̝̟̬͑͂̓̀̊̆͘e͍͖̫̝͚ͮ̎b͞gͫͨ̋ͩ̿͌r̟̉ͫͬ̚p͇g̳̮ͧ̅́̿̔͟v̶͉̒͌̊̊ͅa̩͌̔̿ͬ̚t̟̦̮̠͍̞͕ ̼̟̽ͪbͤ̌͏̳g̨͉͚ͨ̈́̄u̻͍̖̗͓̥ͅr̗e̖̙̘̣̓͜f̳̤̳̞̹̥͖͂͂:̛̣̳͖̬͎̟̬̉ ̧́ͯͭͥ̐J̺́͑͛͛̍͠u̽͐̌ͦ̒́r͚̉͢a̪̽ ̻ͧ͝c̪̱̮̬̖͉̩̈̋̽e͚̙̳̣͍̿̈ͥ́͑b͔̰͉̓̿ͭ̓̉͗ͭg͍̰͓̤ͭ͒ͫͮͥ̚r͓͚̝͆͛pͧ̄͆̈g̪̺̍̉̌̌͐ͥͥ͝ͅv́̽̄ͯ̒̅͏̱̲a͕͆tͩͯ͐ͤ ̴̞̝̺̜̳̦̣̒̀b̛̻̙͍͔̗ͤ̈ͤg͔͎̩͛ͮͪ̂̕u̠̗̐ͅṛ̰̉ͪ̽e̹̊ͪf̸,̶͍̤ͫ̎̊̚ ̴̩̖̫͕̜ͪ͆͐̇̌O̢̝̲̍̽̒̅ͭ̑r̶̞͔͕͔͉̒̿e̯̙̖̩̤͂ͤ̉̇̏̏͢ͅf͓̟͇̺̊͒ͨ̐͂r͗̈́ͬ̆ͭ̋ẻ̺̱ͨ̐ͣ͊̏́x̷͚̠̞̞͓r͈̣͊ͬ͗ͧ͑ͬ̑͜e̵͚͈̺̫̠͍̊ͨ͌͐͛ͣ̚ ͇̩̱̹̰͕̳̄̉̅e͈ͭ̔͝r̫̹̩̫̆̿ͦ̉ͥ͊̀p̺͎̳̳̯̊̊̆͢ͅr̎ͪ̿͏v͈̤̯͎̞͚͊̂ͭi͍̮͚͔̣͉͐r̻͖̻f̡̮̜͖̩̃͊ ̂n̢̦̱̜̗̲͕̯ͭ̿ͣ͐ ̿͑ͨͮ̀͒͏͕̱g̢̮̣̼̙͍̹ͤ̃̚r͖͉͎͖͇̞̤̿̎ͨ̿̇͑͊z͔͓͙̥c̾̃b̪̤̹͗ͧͨ́̕e̻̟̭̤̋̑̉n͈͕̠̕e̞̤̺̻͓̩̬̔͊ͩ̈́ͮ́l̬͓͕͙̙ͦ́ ̝̭̘̥͖̳ͤͥ̚ĕ̠̱ͅṅ̒͏̭̘͚̻a̮̟͉̟̞͑͒ͫ̇ͤ̀̅x͓̼̱ͧ ̠̩̻̩̬ͤ̌̾h̠̍ͪ͋̏̄̒c̫͋͐ͮͭ͗͂ ̭̠v̨ͭͤͩ̋a̼̮̟͇͆ ̵͇͕͖̞͔̑ͫ̔ͫ̈ͥͦF̧̱̳̱̤̱g̲̱̬͇̤͕̮ͩ̐ě̬̹͙̿ͅr̶̲̰̦̟͉̗ͦͭ̾̽́̏a̴̻̱̞t̟͖̯̗̣̼̾̽̔̉ͯ̐̚͝g̢̅u̜̱̯̭̼̲̕ ͍̼̖̱̠̪͊̎ͭͪ͊͌ͫͅn̸̞ͤ͆͊ͧ̉a̧͕̯͖̰̯͇̣̿q͉ͣ ̻̝̳̽̑R͓̙̖͖͈̥̟̄̆̾ā̗̆ͣ̽̂͟q̴̳̳̜͕̯͖ͅh͗͋ͅe̔͝n̛̝͔̑ͥ̈́̔͐̓̅a̝͔͊̽̌̆̂́̚͘p̧̬̅ͬͯ̈́͊r̻̼̹̭̖̙̤ͦ̓͑̐.̩̣̬̦͈̙ͧͫͥ̎ ͏̭͚̞͖P̼̙̲̔̔͗͂̒ͩ͘ͅn̪̜̾ͮȃ͉̝a̴̟͍̺̫̺b͔̝́g̺̖̟̍ͧͮ̑̿ͅ ̳o̡̥̣̰͋͑r̙̤̼ͪ ͗͑̉͟h̬̫f͈͈̭̦̣͎͎̈ͥ͌́̃̽̀ṛ̵͔ͨͥͫ̀̑q̝̲̼̬͇̬̽̋̎̀͆̃̚͟ ̲̫̩̘̉̌j̦̦̗̤̞̀̓̄͗͐̕ű̾ͅr̜̹̂̑̄ͫ̾a͈̳̮͓ͮ͋ ̥͉̦ͅh̸̘̾a̖̹͙̱̘̘̻ͧ̌̒ͤ̒q̒͊̉̿̔̂ŕ̶̠̃̄ͥ̋ͧ̉e̍̑ͭ̊ ̴ͫz̩̽̐ñ̠͎̫̱̖̃̌͋́q͓͓̮̥̜ͯ͊̓ͥ͗ ̺̝͐͞r͓͚̞͕͙͍̞ͥͮͣ̅̓͗ͤḁ̦ͯͭͤ̚ṷ͕͔̦ͪ̊͟ͅn̷͉ͨ̀a̒ͮ́͏̩̮̗pͤͧ͏̥̩̘͉͚̦͔r̻̈̐̎͐z̻͇̙͇̙ͮͩ͐̉ͪͨ̕ͅr̠̹̰̳̹̘͖̂ͤà̳̻͔͉g̤͖̯̜͂͆.̻̮̲͕̦̥̀

O̗̞̱ͬ̉͂̔n̤̺̝̟͉͑̄̔͂g̼̖̪͎̦͎̬̈g̩ͥͫy̟͐̋r̷ ̳͈̦ͪ͑ͥ͐̀P͈̹ͤͬͬ̔b͙̮̯̘̣a̝̤͓̳ǧ́ͤͤͬ̏̈́v̗͓ͬ̂̓̿͐a̶̘̬ͬ̉ͯh͕͇̔ń͉̔ͭ͜gͦ̀̑̑v̳͈ͩ͆̋̐̌̑̂͘b͉̗͈͒ã̳̦̈̾ ̝̓(͈͔̝̘̠̥N͏̼͖)͈̈ͤ̓:̥͔̬͖͚̋͊̑̀ͯͅ ͙ͭ̅v̫̮̮͕ͮ͒̕f̘͇̳ ̙̖͔̙͙̞̎g̀̽̅uͦ̊̊̒ͧ̚҉̱̹̙̭r͚̝̳̥̤͈͛ͥ͆ ̪͚̮͎͔̰̼̾ͬ̀ͮ̌̋ͯf̧̠̟̳̩̣̣͂ͩ͒͒̓̄ͪg̢̻̖̤e͈̮̣͓͍̊̏ͧ̑r̥̭͔̙̰̈́̓̄ä̵͉͈͎͚̉ͧt͙̑̅g̥̯͖̙͙ͪ͊̏̊̓̿̾ͅu̵̦͐̊̇͌ ̴̟̱̤͋ͪ̍͆̈́b̻̗̺̺̥̳̰̉s̖̮̅͟ ̅ͪ̊̃͐̊͏i̬̗̺͛v̧̱̲͔̺͇͙͆ġ̖͍͕͓̘̼̖͗̀̀n̏̐ͨͤy̛̞̤̻͓͈ͥ͛ͭv̋̒̅̒g̳̅͒͂̓̚ḷ̂͊ ̍͐ͩ͗͌̔ͭ͏s̯͉̮̹͙̼͙ͧͤͮͬ͆́b̢̉̈́e̸̫̱̭̘̮͐͛ ̰c̟̹̺e̪͐͗̈͗ͯr͖̖̲̠̹̺͖̍͒̂͒́͝q̠̟͉̝̥ͬ͡v̯͍̰̯̻̊͆͋̄̅̌p̴̘͚̝̥̗ͭ͊͗͂ͬ̚ṋ͕͚̌z͇̬͓̹̹̘̰͝r̤̝̫̲̥ͧͅag̈̂̑͑̏͘f̥̩̙̥̜̎ͅ.͈̦̳̬͂ͣ̓͊͛̊ ͎̄͐͊ͨN̩̟̻̭̏̇yͤ̓̈́͑҉f̹̗̭̋ͨ̆ͪb̨͗ͯ,̵̱͇̘̯̰̺̹̓ ͔̩̬̫̱̭͊̓̓̑̽ͧg̼̠̓̑̅u̖̗̤̖̟̜r̭̰͌̍́́̏ ̜̣̰̩ͫͨ͛̎ͩn̝͎͇̯̙̹̟̐̄ͪ͊ͧ̓ͧò͏̙͈̼̣v̬̙ͫ͌ȳ̨̮̠̬͐̓̎̚v̨̤̥͐̂͛͂͒̿ͧg̷͎͖͉͍̔͂͒̽l̷̖̲̩͈̄͋̽ͤ́ͅ ̡̄̇̎ͤ͂g̮͈͚̫͓̑̾ͯͭḇ͍̤̳̙̭͇͞ ̫̟̬̱̳͉ͬ̉̕j̰̠̱̯̆̊̃̎̈̽̚ͅv̴̼̗͈̭̰͈͚g͈̲ͧ̈̽ųͥq̣̻͈ͮ̅e̠̫̳̙̯̎ͩ̚͞ͅn̝̤͈̩̹͎̙ͩ̉̓̌͗ͨj͙͓̫̄ͣ̓ͤ͌ ̬̥͓̘͇̫ͩs̪̤̟̗̺̽̕ͅe̫̟ͣͬͨ̋ͣ̑b̦̦͛ͫz̼̝̖̦̽͋ͣͬͪ ̠̝̬͔̂ͤ̽̈͞p͔̯̠͛̅ͨͧ͒̈ͭͅb̞̺̓̏̃ͨ͑̊̔z̵̠͕̀o̯̫͈͕̐́n͖̫̣̗̗̘̣͋ͦ̑ͨ̍̔g̞̙̓̐ͨ ̹͎̫̼̦͐͗̉̆͋n̗̳̳̣̯ͩ͑͗̄̕ǎ̏҉̖̰q̶̻͐̊ ͕̗̠͕e̪̳͙͙̰͇̒͗ͬ̎r̻͇͙͈͈͙̯͗͟n̩ͯ̇p̺͆̀̇͗̇͛̇̀u̯̼̙̖͍̥̣ͫͦ̑̾͗͋̆ n̶ͫͩy͉̱͈̻ͧ͊ͨ͒͊ͬy͕̦̑̆̂̎v͓̯̝̜̲̞ͮͬͨ̏ͧͤͭ͝r̴͔̼ͫq̯ ̢͎̼͚̖͚̭͆ͅg̭̰̰͗̊̇͐͂ͭȑ͍̹͙ͬ͊͂̊e̽̒̅ͯͯ̀e̴͌̊ͬ̎̍ͯv̡̯̂͊̆̊̾͒g̱̜͝b̼̘͛͆́̓e͚͋͜l̲̯̯̑̓̔͌ͥ͢ ͎͍̫͉̰̽͆͟ͅn͕̞̬̞̺̂͞y̞̠̬̹͕̓͌ͧ̕v̴͕͎̼͔ͮͣ͗̋̿ͨͧi̎͏̜̠̤r̬̝̙̤̤̠͂ͦ̋ ̂̋̓ͮ̓́ͥn͈̤̖͕̱̘̆̿̊͜s͈̩͇̟͕̹ͬ̐̎ͫ̏̚g͔̰͔̖̞͙̟͑̍ͣͣ͗̆ͦr͍̩͉͉̀ͬ̽e̡͓̥̼̤͐͌́͗̔ ̳̎̆̍̓̓̅o̦̰̔̀ͪr͖̩̝̦̰̪͡v̅ͣͭ̒̍̌ͭ҉̜̯͚̰a̺͗̋̇̔͒͗̾͠t̉ͦ͗̎͗҉̻̫͚ ̑͌̂ͧ͝q͍͕͓͟ͅr̢͚͇͎̯͉̦̓̒̾ͦ̐̒s҉rn̶̪̝̻̎̌̐͒ͩͥ̚g̶̟̣̜̉r̆́ͩ͠q̟̜̄ͭ̊̏̏̀ͅ.͎̟ͭ̏͞ ̟̯̝͇̭̍ͬ͒Ň̰̺͈ͩͦͫ̌̃͜g̭̝͎̻̬̾̍͘ͅ ̼̺̻͉̼g̳̟̬̃͝u̙͔͎̹͚̮͊ͫͮ͛ͧ͐́v̫̗f̟͉̯̜̜̟̞ ͉ͨ̓e͚͚̞̺͎͚̅ͪṇ͖͕̮̳̻̻̿ͮ̋̎a̪̟͐̿ͩ̉̇͛ͧ͝ẍ̝̙́̍̾̚ ̼̯͖̆ͥ̅̄͜v͖̈̒ͮ̊̏̋g͋̐ ͕̖̳͒̎̐̈̊̚vf̙̯̽̄͆̾͛ͅ ̟̬̼̫͈͋c̘̲̻̤ͯ͊b̹͖̯̼̓̊ͯ̈́ͨͅḟ̯̲̼̤͖̰̦͒̄͋̀̓ͭ͝f̏̄͋̍v̳ͦͤ̎͑ͩ́o͚̤̬̺͕̞ͧͅy̻̟͚͔̱͒ͤ̑͋ͥ̇r̦̫̀ ̡̺͍͑ͦg̙̩͗ͤb̻̖̑̓̆̿̓͛̄̀ ̙̺̠̤̞͉ͨ̓ͪͣ̇ͮͧs͇̹͖̗̳̜ͧ̍̆v͇̇͜ṱ͑̄̿u̧̘̦̭̎ģ̩͍̰͍̥͇̮̄̃̚ ̯͌ͮ̊̿r͙͝i̲̦̼͋́ͧ̀͝ͅr̶̙̠͈̠̃ä̾̍́̄ͬ ̖̆̍̄̔j̟͔͕́v̬ͯ̍͗͗̓̅̽͝ͅgͮ̊̽ͧ͜u͑̎ͭͪͦͯͧ͏͖̼̪ ̖q̖̠̩͢r̘͇̤͖͓͌̌͐̀n̗̎͊ͪ̈̓͡q̖̈̌̽y̥͚̘͍̳͇͍̓͆͂͑ͪ͌́̚l̗̜̮̮͍̪̯̔ ̝͗̕v͖͈̼͚̳͖à̬͓̫̹̌ͬͫͬͮ̚ẘ̿̇̓ͤh̴̗̥̜̦ͯ̔̏͆ͤ̚e͙͐ͯ̑̓͊̎ͣv͇̤̓ͧ̃͑͑ř̂̑ͤ̑f̠̭̜ͯ ̱͎ͨ̐̅̉͐̔ͫṉ̳̫̹̪̆̔̿̂ͨ͆̀a̝͔̥̻ͫ̈́̆̂̈́͋q̡̫͈͌͒̂ ̷̯̣̮̭̺͚p̴̫̱̽ͨ͗̽̄ͪ̚n̞̻͕͕̣͍͚a̯̻͍͕̼͍ͦ́ ̞͚̩͓̩̩e͚̊̈́̆̚rͨ͌̈͆̑̉̐̀ź̨̻͚̙̟̼̺̹͒̚n͙͓̰̞̲͆̃ͫ̽ͫ̾͜v̟̣ͯ͐̽a̯̪̝̥̘͋͢ ͔͖̪͚͛ǹ̶͖̖͔͎̿̃ͤ̽y̪̺͕͛̓ͤ̀ͯͭͮ͜ṽ̺̤̖̌͆i͔͌̅̀͑r̳̺͎̳͆ͣͬ́̋̿̈́ ̠̳͕̗̟͚̥ͣͪ̓f̵̥̬̗̟͉̜̱͗ͮ̈́͆̊b̧̞ ̖̼͕͇͔̮ͯ̀ͪ͘y̯̗͙͎ͫ̃̑̏b͖̫̩̯͎̣̒ͯ̌̓̿̕a͖̠͍̳ͦ́̚t̜͍̞̞̗͐̈ͣ ̙̭̻̗̰͉͐ͦ̅ͨͦͅn̛̰̜͓͚̤̅̌̉̆ͨf̨ͪͪ̄͂ ̧̟͔̮̫̌̂̅͋̃ͅͅb̺̱̭̪̠͊͗ͥ͆a͓̬͚̥̲̣̮͂̈͋͊̓͝r̷͕̹̲͕̞̼ͣͦ͊̓ͪ ̩͔͓̖q̗͎̫͓̣̮̠͒̔ͤͧ̽̋͘b̝̩̱̗͕̓r̵̦ͧͬͫ̀ͯ͐̋ḟ̖̘͓̱̓ ̡̦̗̪̪̲͕̠̅̍a̠͚̳̗̲̩̭͗̓̍ͯͩ͠b͈͉̅̽̈ͬg̳͔ͯ̓ ̂̀ͬ̈e̯̼̳̳̫̿ͪ̅ͩ͟r̤ͭͮͥͣ̑ͥ͘ͅp̱͚̱ͭ̀̀ṛ̲͈̫̺̠̯͘v̺̞̿͑̍ͯͩ͂ĭ͓͐ͣ̀ȓ̠͖͐͌ ̵̝̳̜̣̺̪n̫͖̗̹̺͖͍̒̐̆ ͖͖̖̙̺͖̹́̌̃̐̓̑ͦ͡q͙̺̦ͩͮ̄r͔̋̆̑ͥ̈p͉̟̍̇̽͌̐ͭͦv̲̯̙ͧ̆̿͐̓́f͇͎̱̤̠̜̑̔̆͆̈̿v̝̹̦̠̑̀̇ͣ̈̀̿̀ͅi͖ͯrͬ͂͒͆̍̾̒ ̜̅̇ṣ͙̻̰͈͚͔͊ͦ̕n̹̥̋̉͋͐g̨̰̩̩̪̰̱̳͑ͯn͕̥̐̓͂̄̀ͨ̚y̴ͯ͌ͦͨ͑̓̇ ̙̰̱̖̪̤ͅj̡͉̺́̓ͩb̓͡h͇̝͈͍̼̦̼͒ͤ͂a͈͎̻q̵̻̠͉̓ͤ̅ͮ̔̚.̝͉͙̙͈͕̱̀̃̾

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Noble Phantasm:

Y̹͉̠̦̬̙̫ͩͦ͗̉͂́ͦȓ̛̿ͬ̎̾t̿̔̃ͮ̄ṽ͖͉͍̗̲ḃ̫͍͓͚̔̓̌ͪǎ̅̌҉̟͉̲͉

Class: Rider
Master: Troy Forthill
Titles: Captain of the Argonauts, Sailor of the Godless Seas
True Name: Jason
Keyword: Crazy Master, Willing to give anything for victory, Trust or Leave, Captain.
Noble Phantasm: ???

Strength: C-->A*
Endurance: D+-->B+*
Agility: E-->C +*
Mana: D-->B*
Luck: A++
(Parameters with a * are affected by Affections of the Goddess and the Phantasm ****)

Class skills:

Riding (A): All creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.

Magic Resistance (C-->B): Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for Rider to be affected. While normally at C rank, the anti magical effects of Rider's Phantasm **** increases this rank.

Personal Skills:

Rider on the Storm (A+):

The talent to sail vessels recognized as ships. Because the ability as a group leader is also necessary, this Skill also has the effects of both Charisma and Military Tactics. At this rank, Rider can command any and all modern vehicles he wishes to make as his 'mount'.

Affections of the Goddess (A+-->B):

All stats, with the exception of luck and Mana are ranked up. Rider gains this skill from the remains of the affections of both the goddess of Hera and Aphrodite. Due to his falling out of favor with the gods, this skill is reduced.

Eye of the Mind (False): D

An innate talent to sense and avoid danger based on intuition that can also be called the Sixth Sense or prescience, gained through many ordeals and adventures. As a natural talent to avoid danger based on the "perception and resolution of the current situation." Riders's rank in this should be higher, but he relied too much on his crew and his 'wife' on his adventures and not enough on himself.

Noble Phantasms:

???

Class: Lancer
Master: Shinji Matou
Titles: ???
True Name: ???
Keywords: Deadly beauty, ?
Noble Phantasm: ???

Strength: C
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: D
Luck: E

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (C): Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Skills:
???

Class: Archer
Master: ???
Titles: ???
True Name: ???
Keywords: Inevitable, Does not lie?, Flames like the Sun, Power Overwhelming
Noble Phantasm: ???

Strength: C
Endurance: D
Agility: C
Mana: C
Luck: E+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (C): At this rank, spells with an Aria below two lines will be cancelled, and the effects of higher-potency spells will be numbed.

Independent Action (A+): Servant can remain in this world indefinitely even without a Master. With a rank of A+ that exceeds even A, the support of a Master is unnecessary, even while unleashing a large amount of Magical Energy.

Skills:

???

Master: ???
Class: Lancer?
True Name:???

Strength: ?
Endurance: ?
Agility: ?
Mana: ?
Luck: X

Skills:

???

???

IKnowNothing · Oct 5, 2015

I really wish I knew what I'm doing.

Anyway since I want to get this ball rolling.

Vote Tally:

[X] Male
[X]Random
No. of Votes: 3

D.D Spectator, TehChron,AZATHOTHoth

I don't know if you guys don't want to have a choice or you just want to see what hellish abomination that letting the wheel of fate turn will bring up.

[X] Male
[X] The Warrior
No. of Votes: 3

Bondo, Neo-Chan, Zaratustra

I KNEW IT!!! YOU ALL WANT THE DEAD APOSTLE RIN TOSHAKA!!!

(But the choice is male?)

(Shush logic, you have no place here)

(*Cocks shotgun for later usage*)

[X] Female
[X] The Child
No. of Votes: 2

aattss, Skarmory

Probably the best option, but more often then not the overdone option. JK thanks for voting.

[X] Female
[X] The Despairing: Not once have you been treated like a person. Everyone in your life has acted like you shouldn't have been born. Now? You have a chance to see if they're right or not.
No. of Votes: 1

FoxOnPie

I'll be honest, I wanted this one. @FoxOnPie thanks for the write in.

[X] Female
-[X] But very hard to tell as such.
[X] Dog of the church.
No. of Votes: 1

Dream Logic

As interesting as that would be, I honestly don't think I could pull that off well. Either way @Dream Logic thank you for the write in.

[X] Male
-[X] The Supervillain: What would a hero wish for? For the salvation of all? For there to be no evil? The desire you so desperately yearn for is nothing so selfless. You never intended to join this War, but the promised miracle is the only hope you have left. So let your opponents send forth their heroes of old, their lofty ideals, their champions of justice. You're willing to accept all the evil that comes with stopping them.
No. of Votes: 1

Eigenlicht

My second favorite of the options.

@Eigenlicht thank you for the write in.

[x] Female
[X] The Impossibility
No. of Votes: 1

useofstrike32

I could see this option turning into another Hallow Fake, but a bootlegged version with 100% less Enkidu Lancer. Either way, @useofstrike32 thank you for our final write in.

WINNER:

[X] Female
[X] The Creation
No. of Votes: 5

Nightfallen, veekie, Yun, Nox, wingstrike69

*Sigh*

Damnit guys, you picked easy mode. You know that means I have to go out of my way to make your life as miserable as possible now right?

Votes Locked in, lets get on with this!

___________________________________________________

How do you see your place in this world?

[] The Perfect Creation: You were born to be a weapon, so that is exactly what you are. You fallow your orders, you fight and fight until you obtain victory. To those that dare to stand in your way, nothing but pebbles under your feet.

[] The Unwilling Weapon: You were born to be a weapon, but it wasn't your choice. You have only seen glimpses of the world through a tiny window. This war, this is your chance to break free from the chains that bind you, and finally stand in the light of the world.

For Write in's please put in the fallowing format.

[] Name
[] Image: If possible.
[] Magecraft
[] Backstory: Write it in the post or PM me the details.

Now I leave you people to build the rest of the character. I have the first story post to write.

IKnowNothing · Oct 9, 2015

[X] The Unwilling Weapon: You were born to be a weapon, but it wasn't your choice. You have only seen glimpses of the world through a tiny window. This war, this is your chance to break free from the chains that bind you, and finally stand in the light of the world.

[X] Sigyn Hildebrand

"Awaken, now!" a feminine voice commands.

You stir in your sleep, pulling one of the many pillows besides you over your head "Five more minutes," you complain.

Surprisingly, the voice complies and the room fell into silence once again. You take this moment to breath a sigh of relief, everything was going to be fine. You let your body relax, and waited for the sweet, sweet embrace of sleep to come and claim you.

So naturally, that was precisely the moment when a bucket of water splashed itself on your head.

When the cold water hit your face you instantly shot up from the bed. You spat out the water that managed to get into your mouth and wiped your now soaked hair out of your eyes. When the lines of silver that were your hair were removed from your field of vision you looked around the room for the one responsible. The sight that greeted you was the same one that you've seen for the past eighteen years of your life. A giant king sized bed fitted with jewels along the woodwork. Next to the bed the blackened, bordered windows let no light in from the outside. The only light in the room came from a large chandelier that hung from the ceiling.

The culprit was standing at the side of your bed, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen on any man, woman, or homunculus alive. He was a little taller than you with short silver hair and crimson eyes, traits shared by all homunculi. Like the two homunculus maids standing behind him, their crimson eyes boring into the back of his skull, he was wearing a servant's garb. White long sleeve shirt, black pants, black vest and completed with black tie.

He made no attempt to hide the fact that it was he who splashed the water on your face. Hell, he was still holding the bucket! When you glared at him his grin only widened "Wakey wakey sleepy head～" he sang.

You threw one of your now wet pillows at him, which he dodged.

"Why did you wake me up Adam?" You ask. "You could've just waited for five minutes like I asked Megan and Morgan."

Adam put and hand to his chin and faked thinking it over "Yeah that would've been the better option," he admitted. He then looked between you and the bucket "But I just "happened" to find this bucket filled with water and well..."

He smiled sheepishly "I just couldn't resist."

You opened your mouth to call Adam out on his childish motives, but then you remembered who you were talking to. No matter what you said Adam wasn't going to change, he'd been pulling pranks like this for as long as you've known him. Which is to say, your whole life.

Of course, this near lifetime of knowing each other didn't stop Megan and Morgan from scolding him in your place "Master Adam," Megan says stepping forward.

Adam spun on his heel and gave Megan a mock salute "Yes Ma'am?" he mocks.

Megan's eyes narrowed in anger "Treating Lady Hildebrand in such a manner is unacceptable. You were ordered to come with us to wake her, not throw a bucket of cleaning water on her. Your actions are undignified and will be reported."

Even under Megan's glare Adam still smiled "Oh come on Megan lighten up," he says reaching a hand out to the maid.

Even from your bed you feel Megan's circuits flare up for a second. As you watched, spiderweb line designs appeared along Megan's hand and as quick as a snake she slapped Adam's hand away. When the two hands connected you winced as something in Adam's hand cracked. Adam quickly held up his hands in surrender and took a step back "Ok, take a chill pill."

Megan remained straight faced and Adam deflated "Seriously?" he asks while rubbing his injured hand with the other.

"Get out of the room Master Adam,"

"Now." Morgan emphasized.

Adam glanced at you and shrugged his shoulders while giving you an apologetic look "Pair beats Ace," he says.

He quickly made his way towards the door and stepped through but he stopped himself at the last possible minute. He hit himself in the head "Oh yeah I almost forgot."

Ignoring the glares of Megan and Morgan he returned to your bedside. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. It was a long silver strand of metal that looped around itself until the silver strands met to surround a small emerald. Even in the dim light of the chandelier, it cast a soft green glow. He reached down and took your hand from under the covers of the bed, placing the necklace in the palm of your hand. He ruffled your silver hair for a second before smiling down at you "Happy Birthday little sister," he whispers.

Your hand closes around the necklace and you…

[] Thank him.

[] Say nothing about it and leave it in your room when Adam leaves.

[] Throw it away at your first opportunity.

Before you could say anything you felt a chill come through the air. Behind Adam, Megan and Morgan were literally radiating killing intent in his direction. It was a testament to his self control that he didn't even blink "Yeah yeah I'm leaving ladies. Don't get your panties in a knot."

He winked at you before heading to and out through the door to your room. As soon as he was gone Megan and Morgan sprung into action. They helped you out of bed like the child you no longer were. After that Morgan dressed you in your normal attire while Megan dried and combed your hair. Morgan took out a clipboard. When you saw the clipboard you stopped yourself from giving out a sigh...barely. "What's today's training? Drawing circles? Curses?" you inquire.

"No not today my lady," Morgan says looking over the sheet of paper "Today you meet with Lord Hildebrand to discuss the war."

You nod and sit still as Megan finishes combing your hair. You don't bother asking what Morgan meant by "The War," there was only one thing that fit that description anyway.

Once that was done Megan lead you out of your room and into the hallway. The grand hallway was lit from floor to ceiling with the same candle chandeliers that lit your room. As Megan lead you down the hall you past several servant homunculi. Like you they had silver hair and crimson eyes but every one of them was, wrong in a way. You didn't know any of their personalities, as the lady you weren't allowed to talk to the servants. No, you knew what was wrong with them just by looking at them. Some of them walked with limps, some had shortened arms, and almost all of them had scars lining their faces.

When they lowered their heads a familiar feeling washed over you. You had gone down this hallway, past the same servants and they bowed like they always did. This cycle had gone unbroken for as long as you could remember and speaking truthfully, you hated it. You were the 'lady' of the house yes but you didn't decide that. You happened to be the one in a million chance of success and even then you had less of a choice then they did.

It was nothing but training, day in and day out since you could walk. And things only got worse when those god forsaken seals appeared on your hand. You looked down and checked, half hoping that they had left you.

Sure enough they were still there. Everyday since they showed themselves two years ago you've been praying for a miracle to come and take them away, but apparently miracles don't come for someone like you.

After about five minutes of walking through the halls of the manor, you and Megan arrive at a set of steel doors. Megan grasps the handles of the door but before she could open it you hear an angry shout from the other side of the door "The first choice you give her in her whole life and it's a set of fucking trinkets!?!"

You flinch, that was Adam's voice. You look at Megan and she gets the message. She opens the door and On the other side of the door a huge, dusty office greets you. It was about the size of a high school classroom, well, you assumed that much you'd never been to high school. But nevertheless the space was filled with bookshelves that lined the wall, every inch of them filled with books and discarded papers. The largest piece of furniture in the room was the large wooden desk where a man you didn't recognize stood silently watching over Adam as he screamed at the man behind the desk. The man behind the desk was old, at least sixty years old, his pure white hair combed in neat rows on his head. He wore a suit, that you recognized as a tux from your readings. His murderous gaze was focused solely on Adam "This is her purpose, you best remember that boy."

"Her purpose to go out and fight in some god forsaken war!?!" Adam screams "Oh yeah, I remember quite clearly looking back at the nineteen years in which you've orchestrated her whole life! You're matching her to her death you bastard!"

Lord Hildebrand's expression never changed. He took a piece of paper from his desk and pretended to look it over "You scream and complain, that is all you have done for the past eighteen ye-"

"She's nineteen!"

Lord Hildebrand didn't even look up from his paper "An honest mistake, I have an army to run so you can forgive me for overlooking a meaningless detail."

Adam's fist clenches and his knuckles go white "You fuc-!"

"But I would have needed to treat her as such if you hadn't been a failure." Lord Hildebrand interrupted "Now would I?"

Adam's shoulders slump and his fist relaxes "If you hadn't grown into such a disappointment I wouldn't have needed to make an army. As such, I wouldn't have needed to create a weapo-"

"She's Not! Your! Weapon!"

A loud crash comes in response to Adam's outburst. The wooden desk that Lord Hildebrand sat at was now cracked and splintered from the blow he had put into the desk. He than casually took his hand out of the wood and brushed the splinters off the rest of his desk "Need I remind you that you only live because of my good grace. I could kill you with a word. Your life, every second of it, is a kindness granted to you by me. Interrupt me again, and your head will be the next thing I crush. Am I understood?"

Adam grits his teeth but he slowly nods "Good," Lord Hildebrand says

The man you didn't know coughed into his hand "Gentlemen, Our guest has arrived."

Adam turns around, surprise is written over his face as he sees you standing in the doorway "Sigyn!"

You take a tentative step forward "What's going on here?"

"Nothing of consequence," Lord Hildebrand says, earning him a glare from Adam.

The man you don't recognize steps forward and holds out a hand "Apologies I haven't introduced myself to the lovely lady. William Gate."

Now that he's introduced himself, you finally get the chance to look him over. He was tall, about six feet with broad shoulders and tree trunk thick arms. He wore a black robe that you think comes from those who work in the church. The evidence of the church only increases when you see the silver cross hanging by a thread around his neck.

You shake the hand without thinking and William smiles "I am here on request of your fathe-."

"He's not her father," Adam says quickly.

William raises a questioning eyebrow "Apologies, I only assumed. Anyway, Lady Hildebrand I am here to give you victory in the coming war."

He took a step away from the desk allowing you to see the contents atop the wood. There were six metal boxes with various items within them.

"A catalyst for my servant?" you ask.

William smiled, a row of pure white teeth glinting in the light "Of course. You know what these mean?"

You nod "I've been training for this moment my whole life. I'm ready," you say. But as soon as the words leave your mouth, they feel hollow. It sounded like you're trying to convince yourself and not those around you.

William looked skeptical "You don't sound too sure."

"It matters not if she is sure," Lord Hildebrand growls out "She was made for this purpose so she shall win."

"If you say so Lord Hildebrand." William looks at you "My lady, the choice is yours," he says gesturing to the boxes.

You take a step forward towards the desk and Adam quickly grasps your shoulder "Sigyn, you don't have to do this."

Before you could respond Lord Hildebrand speaks up "Megan. Get the trash out of the room." he orders.

Megan enters the room and grabs Adam by his collar. Adam resisted slightly but Megan reinforced her arm and dragged Adam out of the room.

The steel doors snap shut when the two leave and silence takes over the room. William looked between you, the door and Lord Hildebrand "A very unified family you have here."

"He is nothing but a black sheep in an otherwise perfect herd. Now, Sigyn, forward."

You step forward to reach the desk and you look over the cases. You reach out a hand but something makes you hesitate. Adam said that you didn't have to do this, that you had a choice, but you didn't know what that was even like. Everything that had been done in your life had been decided for you. This war was the purpose of your existence, you'd been forced into this. But then you saw that this was a chance. The war wouldn't be fought in this, this "prison," it would be fought out there, in the light of the world. You could get out of here, see the world. You had a choice and that choice will send you into a war with monsters and magi. But it will also give you something that only existed in dreams.

Freedom.

In front of you were catalysts, items and symbols that would bring long dead heroes into the world again. They would be your servant, your protector, the proof that your choice exists. And they would give you the chance that no one had before.

After a minute of looking over the items, you reach out your hand and grab the…

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Choose One

[] Small piece of aged grey steel. Its edges jagged and sharp as if it shattered from a grander piece of craftsmanship.

[] Chunk of wood, moldy and decaying. Even through the mold and the age you can still feel the power of those that touched it.

[] Black shard of stone. It seems to absorb all light that touches it and you can feel the mark of long lost power that seemed to emanate from it.

[] Small piece of crimson metal. Even through the ages the bloodlust that once covered it remains.

[] Glimmering red shroud. Like those next to it, it emanated the weight of power and age but it seemed untouched by the forces of time.

[] A golden hair braid. Completely unremarkable but echoes of power and skill whisper from the cloth.

IKnowNothing · Oct 17, 2015

[X] Glimmering red shroud. Like those next to it, it emanated the weight of power and age but it seemed untouched by the forces of time.

You grab the glimmering red shroud. You don't know why but the fabric seems to radiate magic, power, skill and...comfort? For some reason it felt like a safety blanket to a small child, just touching it made you feel like everything in the world was ok. The war wouldn't come, you could have the life you wanted with no worries. Everything was going to be ok, because you had this shroud.

William raises and eyebrow in question but he shrugs his shoulders "It's your choice to make."

He walked past you and closed each of the cases "Worry not Lady Hildebrand, I can say without a doubt that this catalyst will help you to summon a servant capable of winning the war."

The way he spoke his guarantee. It sounded, well, almost too confident.

"Thank you for your assistance in this matter Mr. Gate," Lord Hildebrand says, getting up from his desk.

He reached out a hand and the two men shook hands. William then looks at you and Lord Hildebrand. "Now, I don't think I have to say the obvious but time is short. It would be best to summon the servant and depart to Fuyuki as soon as possible."

"Worry not Mr. Gate," Lord Hildebrand says "The summoning is being prepared as we speak in the courtyard."

He glances at you "You have memorized the incantation correct?"

You nod quickly, you can't disappoint him now "Yes sir."

"Good, this moment marks the start of my victory. As such mistakes will not be tolerated, understood?"

In another life you would be able to raise an eyebrow and ask, "Are you asking me if I'm ready for the moment I was born for?"

In another life you would be able to stand your ground, scream out your soul to tell him that you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Pity you live in this life.

"Understood," you say in a near-whisper.

Lord Hildebrand scoffs, the gruff sound coming in a quick outburst of breath. From the way he did it, he sounded insulted that your response was so weak.

"Morgan!"

The steel doors opened and Morgan walked through. She bowed to everyone present "What do you require my lord?" she asks, her head still lowered.

"Is the circle ready?"

Morgan nodded once "Of course, all that is needed is Lady Hildebrand and the catalyst for the summoning."

Lord Hildebrand cracked a smile and this was probably the most surprising thing that you've seen your entire life. You had only met with Lord Hildebrand a few times over the years. During all those times he never showed any emotion other than disappointment and calculated anger. Over the years you assumed that it was you that was the source of that disappointment and anger, but then you walked into his argument with Adam.

Adam, the only homunculus creation of the Hildebrand family other than you that has free will. Everyone else, Megan and Morgan included, were only husks of people. If you ordered them to do anything they would do it without question. If you wanted, you could make every one of them kill themselves, and their only question would be "How would you like me to do that?"

It was disgusting, horrible, but you couldn't do anything about it. You thought about speaking out, trying to stop everything that was going on here, but what would that accomplish? Where would everyone go if not here? How could they live without the "gifts" Lord Hildebrand gave them. That was the reason that stopped you, but Adam didn't let that stop him.

Your eyes widen as the train of thought brings something to your attention "Morgan," you say to the maid homunculus "Where is Adam?"

The maid didn't answer for a second, opting to look at Lord Hildebrand for confirmation. The house head rolled his eyes "He is currently in the courtyard working with the others to draw the summoning circle."

William raises an eyebrow. "You trust the 'Black Sheep' to draw the circle?"

"No, I trust him to remember what his actions could cause. He acts against me again, I let him choose."

You don't have to ask what he meant by choose. It was quite simple, Adam acts against Lord Hildebrand again he gets to choose which one of the others dies.

William strokes his chin "Interesting, you say he's a failure but you won't remove him. If one is insubordinate, they must be taught a lesson. Death is an easy option, but one that you haven't taken. Is it because he is the first?"

Lord Hildebrand narrows his eyes, making William smile. "Oh don't give me that look, it's not hard to guess. Adam, the name of the first man, your first attempt at a successful weapon."

Lord Hildebrand straightens his tie "That's not the reason. A single son wo-."

"But if you kill him what will the Lady do?" he asks. "Your hold on her might slip, fearing the worst my lord?"

"I'm right here." You don't know why but it just came out. Both of them were talking like you didn't even exist

Lord Hildebrand ignores you but William turns his gaze on you "I know, tell me, could you lead me to the courtyard? The summoning of a Heroic Spirit only ever happens once in a lifetime. I would like to see the miracles of the grail, in the flesh."

After a few seconds you stammer out "U-Um ok?"

William smiles his now trademark toothy grin "Excellent."

Lord Hildebrand shoot the church man a death glare from behind but he says nothing. He sits down and looks through another stack of papers "Leave." he ordered.

You bow your head and went to the door where Morgan opens it for you and William. Before you leave the room you hear Lord Hildebrand again "Tell your wife I said hello Mr. Gate."

William stops dead and for a second his grin dropped to be replaced by a glare of his own. It only lasted a second but you've never seen such condensed hate in someone's eyes. It was like twin stars had ignited in a previously dark sky.

But when the second was over William was back to his grinning cheery self "I'll send the message."

Lord Hildebrand didn't respond and soon the metal door shut behind the three of you. Morgan gestures down the hallway and you head in the direction you knew to be the way to the courtyard. The silence was defining and soon the tense atmosphere made your hand shake.

"Nervous?" William asks.

You shake your head "I don't think it's nervousness," you say "It's just, awkward."

You couldn't see him from behind you, but it felt like William raised an eyebrow in question "Why do you say that?"

"Well," you take a moment to calm yourself while pulling a lock of hair out of your eyes "You seemed to be on good relations with Lord Hildebrand when I first met you. But your eyes-."

"What about them?" William asks, a little too quickly you note.

"I've never seen such hate."

William sighed in, relief?

"Get used to it my dear, you're entering a war where hate such as that is common in every member."

Another minute of silence ensued before another piece of information forced your curiosity to ask "Are you the overseer of the war?"

The question seemed to take another effect on William as he didn't respond for a few tense seconds "You're quite the observant one aren't you," he commented "How did you guess?"

"After the betrayal of the church during the third war, where an executor was sent in to illegally give one team an advantage. The church denied anyone within their sanction command seals. If someone was found with them, they were to be executed on the spot. And after I chose my shroud, you sounded like you knew every other servant and that I would win the war no matter the catalyst. Combine my previous knowledge with your attire beginning from the church that left two options. One, you are either someone paid by Lord Hildebrand to give me the most powerful relics the church had in its possession. Or, you have exact knowledge on who I will face."

You hear William chuckle for a second. "Impressive, but I'm afraid I have to prove you wrong. I have no doubt in my abilities to hide information from the church but there would be no way to do something like this if I was the Overseer."

You nod, well that was on question ans-"But I never said anything about working with the overseer."

Your head snaps to look at William. He puts a finger over his mouth and shushes you. "No telling."

Before you could voice any sort of opinion Morgan coughs into her hand. "My Lady, we have arrived."

You turn around and nearly walk straight into Morgan as she stands next to another steel door. She opens the door and you take a step back to avoid getting hit. As soon as the door opens the cool breeze of fall pushes your hair back. Before you the courtyard of the manner stretches out to greet you. Megan once said that it was the size of the average football field, with walls surrounding all four sides.

Normally the outside smells of life and mystery as unknown scents make their way through you. But today, those scents that you've grown to love were replaced by the smell of molten metal and magic.

In the center of the courtyard, it looked like there are hundreds of servants scurrying around a single spot in the courtyard. They moved with urgent precision, like their lives depended on this.

One of the servants saw you and ran up to meet you, William and Morgan. "Welcome, my lady and honored guest Gate."

He quickly bowed and gestured to the center of the courtyard "Everything is prepared."

You hear William nearly snort "Honored guest?"

You open your mouth to voice a thank you to the servant but Morgan pulls you along pass the servant. As you get closer to the circle, the servants stop what they were doing and bow to you. After you pass they continue to move things out of the way. With each of your steps the clutter of supplies and materials that were stron across the floor of the courtyard were removed out of your way. As the servants worked they never looked at you, as if they were unworthy to fall upon your gaze. It was like you were royalty, and they were less than human.

"Sigyn!"

The voice snaps out out of the thought. Before you could look for the source a hand wraps around your shoulder and Adam's grinning face appears next to yours "You picked a catalyst right? What you get?"

You hold up your hand and show him the shroud. He takes a few seconds to look it over and with each passing second his expression turns into one of worry "Really?" he asks.

"It was her choice Master Adam." William says quickly, as if to discourage Adam from making you question your choice.

Adam takes his hand off you and glares daggers at William "You better have given her someone powerful."

William tilts his head and smiles "You doubt me sir? I'm appalled, I'm risking my own safety being here and bringing the catalyst for Lady Hildebrand. If I wasn't sure that I could give her victory, I wouldn't be here."

Adam clenched his fist in anger. He walked up to William and grabbed his collar, bringing his head down to Adam's eye level "You better be sure, or I swear I'll-."

His sentence was cut off as William chuckled. Then, like someone had flipped a switch the anger you saw earlier returned, all of its fury directed at Adam "Swear you'll what? Kill me? I've read all about you, Master Adam, and you don't exactly scare me. I live to dispose of those whose existence is a blight on the earth. You are nothing compared to what I face on the average weekend. So remember that, before your overprotective nature threatens me again."

Adam gritted his teeth in frustration "Besides," William says looking down, where the tip of a black key was resting over the homunculus' heart "You couldn't kill me even if you wanted to. Are we clear?" William asks.

Adam clearly didn't like it, but he slowly let go of William's collar and William's playful smile returned. "Excellent. Now we might as well get this show on the road."

"Piss off," Adam says turning away from William.

William simply rolls his eye at the insult.

Adam taps you on the shoulder and points behind you. Before you, the summoning circle was finished. It was drawn with molten silver, carved into the ground by a series of small trenches that came together to form the circle. In the center was a podium, empty, and seemingly waiting for something to fill the space.

You swallow down nervousness but a drop of sweat makes its way down your neck.

"You ok?" Adam asks.

Your head moves on its own, slowly up and down. "I-I think so."

Adam smiles and pats you softly on the back. "Don't worry, you'll be perfect."

Another nod, another deep breath in and a few steps forward. As you approached the podium you take one last look at the shroud in your hand. Its protective aura hadn't dwindled in the slightest since you first laid eyes on it. It must've belonged to someone who put everyone else before their self. You close your eyes and whisper a prayer "Please, give me a savior."

You place the shroud on the podium and carefully walk out of the circle. As soon as you got out of the circle, all of the sound that previously covered the courtyard was silenced. You hold out your hand, and begin.

"Let silver and soul be the essence.

Let Water and the archduke of contracts, its foundation.

Raise the four walls to repel the winds of fate.

Let the four cardinal gates close."

You squint your eyes as the summoning circle begins to grow.

"Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill. Fill them five times but when it is filled destroyed it so that It may be filled again.

I declare now, your flesh will serve me, and your sword will forge my destiny. If you hear the call of the grail, if you hear my plee, Answer my call!

I swear here, I shall be the one who attains all the virtues of heaven; and destroy all the evils of hell.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the holy scales!"

You feel a huge amount of power leave you as an explosion of energy blinds you. You can't see through the dust cloud that the summoning created but you hear a collective gasp as everyone struggles to see through the dust. Even though you can't see anything you feel the tug of prana leave you as a connection is made with whatever was summoned. Slowly, the dark silhouette of a human could be seen through the dust. It reached to its waist, and you hear the slink as metal smoothly moves against metal. You hear the sound of a blade slicing cleanly through the air, clearing the dust instantly and revealing the legend reborn.

He was tall but not overly so with long flowing brown hair that fell neatly behind him. He wore orange plate armor covered by a white cloth. Around his neck falling down across his armored body was a red shroud that seemed to be flowing in the breeze in slow motion. His face looked the picture of a hero reborn, perfect features with piercing black eyes that seemed to observe everything the world had to offer. In his hand was gold hilted sword that shone like a star in the fading light of the circle. He turned his gaze to and despite your training for this moment you flinch.

At the action the man's piercing expression softens, being replaced by a smile. It was a smile that only existed in fairy tales, filled only with a kindness and purity that made you feel that everything in the world was at peace. He walks forward and with a sweep of his hand moves his white and red shrouds out of his way. He lowers his head and kneels to you, a loyal knight to their lord.

"I am the Servant Saber. I ask you: are you my master?"

You blink at his voice, like his eyes kind and strong. "Y-Yes," you stutter out. "I am your master Saber."

You show him your command seals, and the Master-Servant prana bond tightens.

At the sight of your command seals, Saber's smile became even kinder if it was possible. Like someone who knows you made a mistake but doesn't think wrongly of you for it.

"Wow, orange everywhere," Adam says, nervous beads of sweat running down his brow.

Saber lifts his head and turns to Adam "Greetings sir, may I ask your name?"

Adam gives Saber his trademark grin "Adam, your Master's only family."

Saber bows to Adam as well "Then it is an honor to meet you, Lord Adam."

Adam's grin widens "Lord Adam, I like the sound of that."

The sound of clapping hands draws everyone's attention. William brought his hands down as he looked Saber over. "Marvelous, a perfect summoning by the looks of it. And a Saber to boot, not bad at all."

Saber's smile and kind demeanor vanished instantly when William approached. "Who are you?" he asks.

Well, it wasn't really right to say he asked. More along the lines of "demanded".

William raises an eyebrow at the demand "Normally when one asks for the name of his fellow man he gives his own as well."

Saber looks at you, wait, was he silently ask for your permission? That was a first.

The way he acted, Saber clearly didn't want to give his name to William. Before the churchman had made himself known Saber seemed to give everyone the same kind expression. Then William showed himself and then it was like a light switch, his kind gaze turned to one of a warrior. Did Saber sense something you didn't? You'd seen anger but that could be explained, right?

Saber is waiting for your answer, and you…

[] Make Saber give up his name and skills.

[] Allow Saber to remain silent.

[] By my Command Seal

-[]Write In

IKnowNothing · Oct 22, 2015

So since everyone went [X] Allow Saber to remain Silent, Ima closing the vote.

And I might as well put it here, but the story posts will probably be coming out weekly. Friday's and Saturday's most likely.

Sorry is this is a long wait but as much as I want to show you how messed up my imagination can make a grail war, school, and family comes first. I apologize for the wait and I hope you guys can continue to enjoy.

IKnowNothing · Oct 25, 2015

[X] Allow Saber to remain silent

Saber waits for your answer and the choice weighs on you. William was making Saber hostile for some reason. Was it the anger you saw? Does Saber sense something that humans (or homunculi) just can't see? He is the reason Saber is here; without him, you don't know what you would have gotten. But that doesn't matter right now.

In the end, it's Saber's choice whether he wants to give his name. Admittedly you were curious too. But you'd spent enough of your life acting under someone else's orders to know how bad it felt. After all that, you wouldn't force Saber into the same position.

"It's your choice, Saber."

Saber's expression shows his gratitude, giving a nod to acknowledge your order. He turns to William and his murderous expression returns.

"It is my master's will that I make this choice for myself. So my choice is this." Saber sheathes his sword and turns his back on William. "I will give you nothing, sinner. And you will not waste words on your own name, either."

You look at William for his response and his face flashes with annoyance before returning to its neutral state. Adam walks by him wearing the biggest grin you've ever seen him have and mimes getting slapped. You smile slightly at the action, watching it made the realization that you were walking into hell go away.

For about a second, anyway.

Saber walks up to you and smiles again "If I might be so bold my lady, could you grace me with the name that you wish to be called?"

You reply:

[] Just Sigyn.

[] Lady Hildebrand.

[] I am your Master. You may address me as such.

[] Write-in

"With that, our contract is complete." Saber nods, satisfied, and glances around himself "Master, I assume that we will be heading towards the destination for the war?"

"You assume correctly, Servant." Everyone turns and there's Lord Hildebrand, metal cane in hand, observing everyone in the courtyard. On his face is pure excitement but he doesn't even spare you a glance as he approaches Saber. You sigh internally. Maybe you were hoping that this once, just this once he would actually see you as a success. As a person and not a weapon. Seems he'll never change.

As Lord Hildebrand approaches, Saber's gaze turns murderous. He looks like a Knight starring down a murderous villain. It held no hesitation, no fear.

And absolutely no mercy.

"A Saber, perfect! My victory is even more guaranteed."

Saber steps forward, unsheathing his blade and his intent is clear. "Saber, don't!" you yell.

He stops immediately, allowing Lord Hildebrand to come closer. When he hears you tell Saber to stop his advance he smiles. "And an obedient one at that. Yes, you will do nicely."

He turns to William. "Who is this servant?"

"He declined to share that information with me." The Executor looks at you accusingly. "And your little weapon here refuses to order him to comply."

Lord Hildebrand's smile fads instantly to be replaced by hateful disappointment aimed solely at you - a rather familiar look. Under his gaze, you flinch "Listen here, to deny the name of your servant to William is to give offense to the lessons I so graciously gave you. Now," he sticks his cane into the ground just before your foot "What is your servant's name?" he demands.

"I-I d-don't know," you admit "I gave Saber the choic-."

"You gave a corpse a choice in matters that don't concern it!?!"

You stagger back, impelled by the almost physical force of his anger, and in your haste you trip and fall on your back. The impact didn't hurt, but it still left you slightly dazed and when you looked up the hateful gaze of Lord Hildebrand was staring down at you.

"Pathetic," he says, his tone one of pure disgust "You are supposed to be a weapon, not another worthless failure."

He raises his cane and spiderweb lines of reinforcement run along the metal. You felt your heart skip a beat and as the cane comes down you close your eyes. It won't hurt for long. It usually doesn't, anyway.

You wait for the familiar pain of the cane hitting your head. He would always do that, whenever he was angry at you. Whenever you failed a spell, spoke a mantra wrong, he would hit you. Only once though, as if to keep you in perfect condition. If that one hit didn't satisfy him, he would move on to the others. For years you wanted to speak out against it, but what could you do? If you angered him, he would just go after the others.

You wait for what seems like an eternity but instead of pain you hear the sound of bones cracking. You hesitantly open an eye and right in front of your face was a hand blocking the cane. Like the metal it's blocking it has spiderweb designs of reinforcement but they're sloppy and weak. Your gaze travels along the arm and Adam's pained yet determined face meets you "Adam..." you say in shock.

Lord Hildebrand scoffs. "What are you doing, worm?"

"She gave you a Saber, you selfish bastard!" Adam said through gritted teeth "You don't need to do any more to her"

Lord Hildebrand's eyes narrow but he lowers his cane and steps away. Adam releases the magic in his hand and he bites back a scream as his hand smokes. Quickly, you get to your feet, standing next to the injured homunculus "Adam, you can't use reinforcement without your circuits burning up!"

Adam shrugs like it was no big deal but the action brings a wince to his face. You cup his injured hand in yours and like all those days in training, you send soft whispers of prana into the wounded hand. The bones mend themselves in an instant, but this time the damage was too great "Adam...y-you won't be able to use that hand properly for the rest of your life."

Adam looks a little startled but he quickly hides it behind a smirk "So? There's plenty I can do with one hand anyway."

It takes you a second to get the meaning behind his words, but when you do you roll your eyes "Are you serious?"

"What? Best excuse I've had in a long time to make a joke like that."

At that you smile and the action causes a sound of disgust from Lord Hildebrand. Adam looks at the head of the house. "Have a problem old man?"

"You're teaching her weakness. My weapon has no use fo-."

Before anyone in the courtyard could react, Adam does something no one has ever seen anyone do before.

He walked up to Lord Hildebrand and punched him in the face as hard as he could with his uninjured hand. Your jaw drops and you cover it with a hand while a collective gasp could be heard from the surrounding homunculi. Lord Hildebrand falls to the ground while Adam stood over him "For the last. Fucking .Time. She. Is. Not. Your. Weapon."

You hear the sound of laughter and you turn to see William smiling "I was wrong about you kid, you're going places."

Lord Hildebrand slowly gets up and using his cane he slowly straightens himself. He wipes the blood off of his face. A tense moment follows as Adam and Lord Hildebrand star one another down. Then, fast as a snake Lord Hildebrand slashes at Adam with his cane. The metal cuts deep along his left eye causing him to scream and double over in pain.

"Adam!"

You start running toward him but Lord Hildebrand raises his cane to strike you causing you to falter.

"I don't go back on my word," he says "I said the next time he interrupts me I was going to crush his head. I said as such, so I shall."

He walks forward to Adam's pron form. He raises his cane and brings it down. The sound that follows was not one of pain, it was one of metal hitting the ground with a clunk. You look down at Lord Hildebrand's cane, or what's left of it. It was cut off at the hilt just before his fingers.

It wasn't hard to guess who the culprit was. Saber stood next to Lord Hildebrand holding his golden blade at the house head.

"Saber?"

Saber raises his blade until its point was at Lord Hildebrand's neck "When I was summoned I sensed something I thought I would never feel again. I felt from my master a purity that only came with the purist of saints. I knew instantly that she was a master that I would follow to the end, but it seems I was mistaken. She doesn't not have her purity from the light of the lord, she has gained it from the innocence of her choices. I see now," his grip tightens on the sword "that you are a devil in the skin of man. I can feel it all over you, the blood of the innocents that you have slaughtered. The cruelty of your character. Such sins the Lord can forgive, so as his knight I should forgive as well."

You feel a tug as Saber's prana slowly rips the power from you. It wasn't painful by any means but it still felt that a tiny bit of your strength was being used despite you not doing anything.

"But denying my master - your own daughter - of the freedom to enjoy life as the Lord wishes. That, you worm, is the insult that I cannot take."

Lord Hildebrand glances at Saber with the same rage that stopped you in your tracks. But Saber meets the glare with his own, and honestly, everyone watching took a step back. Lord Hildebrand scoffs "So what will you do servant? Kill me? Smite me in the name of your god? HA! If I die everyone you see around you dies with me. They cannot live without me, so you can take your sword, put it down, and learn your place."

Saber's sword doesn't move an inch.

Lord Hildebrand rolls his eyes "Get that out of my face," he orders.

"No."

Another tense moment. Lord Hildebrand looks at the door "Morgan, get this blade out of my face."

Morgan bows "At once my lord."

Morgan swiftly approaches Saber and raises a finger. Prana condenses around the digit forming a small black orb. Saber's gaze doesn't move from Lord Hildebrand "I do not with to harm you my lady, but you need not obey this man."

Morgan's face remains emotionless "I don't know anything else."

She fired the spell, and Saber did nothing to stop the attack. The explosion of force causes a small dust cloud to cover Saber's form. When Saber doesn't say anything in response to the attack you start to worry. But then you feel the master servant connection, it was exactly the same. No sense of pain, anger or alarm.

When the dust cleared Saber stood with the same expression he had before he was attacked. Hell, he was still looking at Lord Hildebrand like nothing had happened.

Your jaw drops, that spell was at least rank A in power. While Saber's usually had high magic resistance Saber should've felt something. You look at Saber closely and information flows into your head.

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (A++): The servant is unaffected by any spell that does not rank at least A++ in power. In practice, the servant can only be affected by magic at the level of EX rank. It is no exaggeration to label this servant as a near perfect Magus Killer.

???

"Magic Resistance A++?" You ask no one.

Lord Hildebrand's confident smirk fades away and William whistles "I'm liking this Saber already."

"So then," Saber starts "Will you cower behind those you have enslaved? Or will you meet the Lord's judgement standing proud?"

Lord Hildebrand laughs "I will do neither. Listen here servant, everyone you see hear is a weapon. I can use and dispose of them as I wish, I have allowed one of them to think that they have a soul and look at the trouble it has caused me. You cannot kill me, and I have weapons to spare. So for the final time, before I start making these weapons drop dead. Get your blade off of my neck and step asid-"

He was cut off by an electronic ringing sound and looked around him for the source, irritated.

"Oops. Sorry, that's mine," William says, pulling out a phone.

He flips the cover and scans the message "Oh that's nice."

He puts the phone away and approaches Saber, Lord Hildebrand and Morgan "Lord Hildebrand I have some unfortunate news."

Lord Hildebrand was tired of things like this coming up. "What!?!"

There was a dull thud, and the hilt of a Black Key sprouted from his chest. William, smiling politely, replied"The money has reached my account, so I believe I can nullify our contract now. You don't mind, do you?"

Lord Hildebrand didn't respond, being dead doesn't exactly leave much room for talking. William pulls out his Black Key and the corpse of Lord Hildebrand falls to the ground. You look at the sight before you, and you couldn't believe what was happening. He was dead, he was really dead! Was this a good thing? A horrible omen? You didn't know.

You didn't even know if you should be happy or not.

"You killed him..." you say.

William cuts off a piece of Lord Hildebrand's suit and uses it to clean the blood off of his blade "Yeah? What's your point?"

"Why?"

William tilts his head while pondering the question "Why? Well for starters he was a stealing, abusive, murdering psychopath that has been on my job board for years now."

"But he had an agreement with you, didn't he?" Saber asks.

William nods "Yeah he did, but it only lasted until the Servant was summoned; that's you, big guy. And when I got my money. After that, it was free game."

William looks at you "Lady Sigyn, I might be a worthless, lying, manipulative bastard who has no right to live in the world of the innocent. But, I have a wife and son that I would trade the world for."

Adam groans as he slowly gets up "Adam you shouldn't be getting up!" you chide.

Adam waves the comment off with his free hand "I'm fine," he looks at William with his good eye "I have to say, Sorry about earlier man. You just made my second biggest dream a reality."

William bows "I aim to please."

"Wait a second," you say, realization and fear washing over you "What's going to happen now?"

Adam's eye widens in realization "Holy shit. You're right."

Saber sheaths his blade "What is the problem? Your tyrant master is gone. While I do not approve of the method and reasoning," he shoots a glance at William "I fail to see the problem."

"As much of an ass the old man was, he knew what he was doing to keep us under control." Adam says "Every homunculi here survives on an extract liquid that the only the old bastard could make. Sigyn here is the only one capable of living like a normal human, drinking water and eating like normal. The rest of us are like plants, without the extract we'll die in a week."

Saber's eyes widen. He lowers his head and bows "Forgive me, I intended to end his life unless ordered by command seal to stop. If I had known, my actions would have been different."

You shake your head "It doesn't matter any more Saber. He's dead, so there's nothing we can do."

The homunculi hang their heads, what we they supposed to do?

William coughed into his hand "As much as I appreciate all of the doom and gloom, that isn't much of a problem."

Everyone's gaze was instantly on William. Adam gave a short laugh "Really? How could having only a week to live be not much of a problem?"

"You have extras of this extract correct?" William asks "If I have a vial I could have it sent to a friend of mine for duplication. Shouldn't take more than a day or two, I mean, it's not like he's going to stop us from going through his notes."

"That means-"

"Everything is going to be fine." William says "All I need is the old man's notes, a sample of the extract you talked about, a five minute call and I can get everything here set up."

You smile and look at Adam, who's happy smile made yours look small in comparison. He ran towards you and hugs you tight "This is fantastic! Without this everything is solved! The bastards dead! We can all live! And the best part, you don't have to fight in the war!"

Your smile grows as the information sinks in. Adam's right, with Lord Hildebrand gone you don't have to do anything!

"...About that." William says "You still have to fight in the war."

You freeze and Adam rounds on William "WHAT!?!"

"Well just look at it this way. You lovely people might not want to fight in the war, but you should've found a way to stay alive without the old guy before the lady summoned Saber here. Your forced reason might be gone but you still have to fight. If you leave, the other servants will come after you so that they can win. Which means you're bringing a war between heroic spirits right to your doorstep. Saber here might be the most powerful man in history, but I'll put my money on the six on one team up. Plus, if someone is able to beat all the other servants, one more isn't going to be much of a problem if the target doesn't have the strength to fight back."

"Then I'll take her place!"

William nearly busts a gut "You take her place? No offence kid but your hand is basically dead because you used basic reinforcement. You wouldn't last two minutes in a real fight; determination and guts alone will just get you killed on the battlefield. Plus, your going to last how long anyway?"

Adam, seething, tries another option. "She could give her command seals to someone else or forfeit her command seals to the overseer-" William interrupts "But it's a three day car trip to Fuyuki, if what I'm gathering is correct, everyone here will be starving and or dead by then."

"So just take her to Fuyuki and have her give up her command seals!"

You shake your head "He can't do that, if he takes me straight to the overseer with a servant his helping of me summoning Saber will be known. He'll be questioned and killed."

"I can take her."

You turn your head to the voice and Saber's determined expression "I have a sufficient rank in riding to qualify for the Rider class. It will be more than enough to get us to the city. In fact I can decrease the time of the trip if I use all of my power. We should be there in no later than 10 pm tomorrow."

"That's fantastic! I could be back here in five days then."

You could be without these seals by the end of the day! You could be back home so soon!

"Yeah yeah happy times but you better get started." William says "You still need to pack for the return trip."

"We can see to that." Megan and Morgan say.

William raises an eyebrow "Really? Excellent, well hop to it then."

They bow and ran off to the door. You look around and everyone breaks into a frenzy. They were shouting things like "What are we going to do now?"

"Anyone up for traveling?"

You laugh as you watch them run around and you look to see Adam standing over Lord Hildebrand's corpse. He looked down it with his one eye and he smiled. It was a cruel smile, one that you really didn't want to see on Adam's face. But as you watch his smile turns to a convulsion of pain. He clenches his chest and coughs up blood. It was black, like burnt charcoal and it kept coming with each of the coughs.

You run towards him and he falls to his knees just as you get to him.

"What's going on?" you ask.

You wait for an answer but Adam was already out cold. You quickly check his pulse, and it was so weak.

You feel a presence behind you and William and Saber look down at you.

"H-his heart beat isn't very strong."

William nods "It was probably due to that reinforcement spell he used earlier."

"Do you know what is wrong with him?" Saber asks.

You shake your head "No, this is the first time this has happened."

"That you've seen."

You blink in surprise "What?"

William nods sheepishly "I was a little dishonest with you. I knew exactly who everyone here is, I did my research on my employers. And what I found concerning this guy, isn't exactly the nicest news. According the the files that I've been able to read, his circuits, hell his entire body was falling apart at the seams from the moment he was born. He can't cast a spell, and even if he could he wouldn't last more than ten years at most. But here the bastard is, at twenty one years old still kicking. His lifeforce is so burnt out that his blood is black and he still kept a reinforcement spell up to stop you from getting hit. By my count, he has...oh, about two days left to live, but he still put himself in harm's way. That takes some serious balls."

Two Days.

TWO DAYS?!?

This isn't fair! Everything was going to be all right! Everything was just starting to be perfect.

"Adam has two days to live?" you ask, the information not getting to you.

William nods "I might be wrong, but he won't live through the week."

He turns and flips open his cell phone "I guess now you have a choice, master of Saber." his tone was almost mocking "Do you give up your command seals and go for a quiet life like your brother wanted? Or do you fight to win the grail, for a wish that will save his life? Oh, such wonderful choices, I look forward to witch one you make."

You watch as he goes through the open door of the courtyard and into the mansion. When the door closes only you and Saber remained in the courtyard. He looks down at you before his form starts to fade into spirit form "You let me make my choice, so I shall do the same and let you make yours. Whatever choice you make master, if you believe that it is the right one. Then you made the choice that was the right one."

He fads and you were left alone with Adam.

You don't remember much about the next couple of hours. Only that a few of the homunculi took Adam to the infirmary and Megan escorted you to bed. You didn't sleep, you couldn't. Too much has happened so soon. You finally have the chance to make your own life, but you still need to fight in a war. Time seems to bend as you think through your thoughts and when you finally realize where you are, you're sitting on the front doorstep of the manner.

You watch wordlessly as Megan and Morgan pile in a bag after bag of luggage for the trip. Saber stands beside you like a silent guardian, letting you watch the world in silence. You don't know how long it took but some time later you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and Adam was smiling down at you, his damaged eye now behind a set of patches and a white eye-patch. Before you could stop yourself you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. Adam nearly trips backwards as the "Attack" almost knocks him over "Wow, If all it took to get a hug out of you was to get my hand broken and lose an eye I would've hospitalized myself years ago." He jokes.

He returns your hug with his own and sets you down before looking you up and down "I don't really want to say it but, I guess this is goodbye."

"If it is the lord's plan that you and Sigyn do not meet again, then it shall be so." Saber says.

Adam rolls his eye "Making me feel real nice big guy."

Saber smiles at the jab "Please allow me to finish Lord Adam. While I know not the lord's will, I do know of his mercy and kindness. Even if the gates of Saint Peter bar your way, you will meet your sister again."

You feel a smile grace your lips and Adam gives Saber a thankful smile.

"Well if the mighty Saber thinks so, I guess it's meant to be."

Saber bows "It is simply my belief, and in times such as ours. To loose faith is to lose hope, I will not allow us to loose either."

Adam chuckles "If you keep that up big guy, you just might make me a believer."

"I must endeavor harder than."

You blink "Saber, was that a joke?"

Saber smiles "I fail to see why you must ask that?"

All three of you share a laugh in that. In that moment, you feel like the three of you there were a group of normal people. Two siblings and their close friend sharing a laugh before one or more of them separate for a long journey. It was an experience you didn't know much about, but you now saw why so many people live their lives for moments like these. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short when Morgan cleared her throat loudly "Lady Hildebrand, Master Saber, it is time."

Your smile fades, and Saber's does as well but Adam, despite the time being over still looked as happy as ever. The moment hits you, and you realize that now, was possibly one of the last moments you could see Adam.

No, your brother.

You feel the start of a tear begin to form itself in your eyes as you face Adam. But you can't cry, crying is a sign of weakness, and you couldn't be weak.

"Why?" You ask him.

Adam's smile doesn't waver for an instant from the question "Why what?"

"T-This could be the last t-time we ever see one another." You choke out.

"So why," you gaze falls to the floor, the sadness weighing you down "Why are you still smiling?"

Adam shakes his head at the question. He takes his unbroken hand and lifts your chin so the two of your were seeing eye to eye, or eyes to eye in Adam's case. His crimson eye held only caring and determination as he looks at you "I regret two things about my life so far." he says "The first is that I couldn't be the weapon daddy dearest wanted. If I wasn't a failure-,"

"You're not a failure!" you scream.

Adam chuckles "Well if you say so. But anyway, if I was the weapon, you wouldn't have to have been born like this. You wouldn't be driving off to a war, you would be sitting in school. Learning physics, ignoring the teacher because you're looking at that one cute guy sitting near the window. Your worries wouldn't be what could kill me, who do I have to kill. They would be 'When can I have some free time with my friends?' and 'How much studying do I need to do tonight to stay at the head of the class?'. The second thing I regret,"

He looks down at your hand where your command seals glowed "Is that my determination to keep you from all of this didn't keep those stupid seals from appearing on your hand instead of mine. There is so much in this world that I want to control, but I can't. So I'll make the most of what I can control, if this moment here is your last memory of me. So when you think of me, I want you to remember me smiling. Smiling at the beautiful woman you've become, and how happy I am to call you my sister."

[X] Thank Him

You stand there for a moment, wondering if you should remain strong.

As soon as the first tear started falling down, you didn't want to be strong anymore. You wrapped your arms around him in one last hug. It happens again, another moment that you want to last forever. You're in Adam's arms, and it was the happiest moment of your life. You reach into your pocket and take out the emerald necklace that he gave you earlier "Thank you, for being here for me. And thank you for the birthday gift."

You hear Adam laugh "I tried getting it to you for your sixteenth, but I couldn't crack the safe."

You disengage from Adam and you hold up the necklace "Is it just a normal necklace?"

Adam snorts before looking at Saber "It's it just a normal necklace she asks? I give her one birthday present her whole life and it's just a normal necklace? That's just pitiful."

"So you say, and so it is." Saber jokes.

Adam turns back to you "No, its a charm. Supposedly it's supposed to ward off demons that cause bad luck. It was mom's."

You nearly drop the necklace "This, this was mom's?"

"Why do you think I said I needed to crack the 'Safe' to get it? You never met her, but if you did, I doubt anyone could tell the two of you apart. You look exactly like her."

Morgan coughs into her hand again and Adam rolls his eye in frustration "Give us a minute yah hard ass!"

He smiles sheepishly at you by way of apology before holding a hand out "Mind if I take it back for a second?"

You raise an eyebrow but you do as he asks. He takes the necklace and unlocks the two silver end pieces. He motions a turnaround gesture with his figure. His intent clear, you turn around and you move your hair out of the way as he puts the necklace around your neck. As soon as you hear the sound of the two end pieces click together you look down to see the emerald's shine illuminates the space. You start to turn around but Adam stops you "I said I wanted you to remember me smiling, I don't want any tears in that memory."

You nod "Goodbye Adam."

"Goodbye Sigyn."

You walk forward, using every ounce of self control you had to not turn around. Morgan gestured at the open car door and you get in. You close your eyes and try your best to get comfortable. You hear the sound of Saber opening the driver's door and the sound of it closing comes later.

The engine starts, and you leave your home for the first time in your life. But this wasn't a joyous occasion, you might never see Adam again. And, you might not be able to see another sunrise. You open your eyes and In front of you was a set of personal files.

"Information on the other masters that Mr. Gate was able to retrieve for you. He said it might still be proven useful even if you do not intend to fight." Saber says from the front seat.

"Thank you." you say in response.

You look around, blackened windows, files and Saber. Not much to do.

With that in mind, in the car you…

[] Look through the files and see what you can learn about the other masters.

[] Talk to Saber, discuss strategy and what he thinks on the war.

[] Sleep. This is going to be taxing, might as well sleep without the chance of getting killed or something bad happening.

[]By my Command Seal

[]Write in

IKnowNothing · Nov 1, 2015

[X] Just Sigyn.

[X] Look through the files and see what you can learn about the other masters.

Ok, so about a day trip by car and the only options were sleeping, talking to Saber or looking through the files. You think your choices over. Saber you could talk to at any time, and there was plenty of time to sleep in the next few hours. You think about the ups and downs for all of ten minutes before you make up your mind. With nothing else to do, you took hold of the stack of files and removed the contents. They looked like standard personnel files that you would find for a police report. They had details about their past and a picture of them but other then that there was nothing. The files don't say what Servant class they summoned. To make up for this, the files had relative threat levels that indicated how powerful they were in a fight, and some rough outlines of their favored type of magecraft.

You sigh, at least it was better than nothing.

Anyway, the first file:

Name: Adrian Bunker

Age: 35

Background Report: Few things can be said about Adrian that haven't already been said. Born as the first son of the Bunker household of the Mage Association, Adrian was born to be a genius magus. He graduated top of his class at the Clock Tower at age sixteen and afterwards he was offered a full time professorship. He turned it down and then for two years he vanished into obscurity only to return two years later and take up the professorship position. Since then he has been teaching advanced elemental manipulation to his students.

He has a wife by the name of Mary who is expecting his firstborn by the end of the year.

Upon reading this you feel something drop into the pit of your stomach. You don't know anything about his personality but you do know one thing. He has a wife, a child.

A family.

And if you were going to fight you would have to beat him, maybe even kill him. You might have to take away a newborn's fath- You shook your head - don't think about that, just keep reading. You'll have time to think about that later, for now just focus on what you could learn.

His father, Henry Bunker was the master of Caster in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Element: Lightning

Threat Level: 8/10

Engage in a fight only if his servant is being dealt with. As a professor at the Clock Tower, you can expect him to be a powerful opponent in terms of magical ability but nothing you can't handle. Expect to behave like the honorable mage and fight you on fair terms. Word of advice, don't use fair terms.

Ok, first master: somewhat threatening but still manageable. Ok, next we have.

Name: Rin Tohsaka

Age: 18

Background Report: The final member of the famed Tohsaka line. As you probably already know, the Tohsakas along with the Matous and the Eiznberns created the Holy Grail War. Tohsaka has been groomed from an early age to be a master in this war. She is currently in high school and will use the school as a means of protection if needed. A genius in the ways of Gem magic, she is currently on the very short list of possible full ride Scholarships to the clock tower.

Elements: All five.

Threat Level: 8/10. Fighting one on one is advised with caution. I estimate Tohsaka is skilled enough to fight on par with you in terms of skill but cannot overpower you. Can and will become a formidable foe if left unattended. Remember, subject has little to no actual battle experience in the field.

And second master isn't looking to bad either, of course not. Well, guess you shouldn't expect anything less. This was a war for a wish granting artifact, so it stand to reason that everyone here is pretty powerful.

Next file has..

Name: Shinji Matou

Age: 18

Background Report: Is an idiot and makes funny faces. No really, there's nothing else to say.

…

…

You reread that last sentence a few times and the thought occurs to you that William might not be the best source of information out there.

Threat Level: 1/10: Shoot at earliest convenience to you.

…

…

Well that makes things easier.

Ok, hopefully the last files is a bit like the first two and actually contains useful information.

Name: Troy Forthill

Age: Unknown

Appearance: Unknown

Background Report: No records exist of a Troy Forthill within any magus community moderated by the Clock Tower or the Church. This indicates he's untrained and raised in mundane society

Threat Level: ?/10 but likely very low.

You blink in confusion as you read over that again. Nothing, the entire database of the church at his disposal and William only had his name? Helpful. Before you could ask out loud, Saber slams on the brakes causing the files to fly out of your hands from the backlash. You shake your head and right yourself in the seat "Saber what's wrong?"

Saber doesn't answer you, his gaze was on something ahead. You follow his gaze and it leads you to the darkened form of a nightmare. It looked like a knight in black and red armor but it emanated a dark aura that made you feel scared and cold just by looking at it. Its entire form seemed to shift in the dim light of the full moon.

"Master, Stay here." Saber says as he gets out of the car.

You watch as he steps out onto the street and stand between the enemy servant and your car. He raises his blade and points it at the servant "I am the servant Saber, name yourself servant." Saber orders.

The servant doesn't answer him, instead it focus all of its attention on you through the car window. You look inside the black visor to see a mask of cold red, sadness? And hesitation? You don't know why but it felt like it was resisting something, that if it had the choice it wouldn't be here.

"I asked that you name yourself servant! I will not ask again!" Saber shouts.

The servant's head twitched to the side as if it was just noticing something. It's head then snapped to Saber. You waited for a tense moment and then, it spoke.

"W-we..Ar-are," it slowly sounded out. It sounds like it was running through the words like it wasn't used to them. Like speaking words was a forgotten concept to i-Wait did it just say we?

Saber noticed the wording as well "You are alone on this night servant, who is this we of which you speak?"

The servant spasms slightly "We..Are."

It looked straight at Saber, and all traces of hesitation were gone "Berserker."

It reached out his hand and its dark aura concentrated and morphed the shape of its arm. In an instant, the red and black metal of Berserker's armor was changed into a pitch black sword arm.

"And we must kill you!"

Berserker charged forwards, swinging his sword arm in an overhead strike. Saber met his attack with his own. The golden blade met that shadow arm and the shock wave created shook the ground and the car making you jump in your seat.

Saber steps to the side letting Berserker's blade fall to the ground while he attacks his now open side. You watch as Saber run's Berserker through the chest with his sword, and nothing happens. Literally nothing happens, Saber's sword is hilt deep in Berserker's body but the servant doesn't even look inconvenienced. It looked down at the blade then Saber before tilting its head as if asking Really?

With its other arm it slaps Saber away sending the servant flying back. Saber twirled in the air like a ragdoll before he spun gracefully mid air landing on the ground. He didn't wait for Berserker to continue, he charges forward while muttering something that you couldn't make out.

Berserker roars in challenge and met Saber's charge head on with his own. The two servants crash into one another and the exchange of force sends you and your car skidding back. After you feel everything stand still again you look out to see Saber fighting Berserker in the center of the street.

Your servant is fighting, you…

[]Get out of the car and Help Saber

-[]How?

[]With your magecraft?

-[]How?

--[] Write in

[]Stay in the car like Saber ordered.

[]Run, you need to get away so that Saber can fight unhindered.

IKnowNothing · Nov 6, 2015

[X] Stay in the Car like Saber ordered

You feel a bead of sweat go down your neck as your first battle begins. Part of you wanted to help, but the rational thinking side ingrained into you came through just in time. You might possibly be the most powerful master in the war with your homunculus body and magic, but against a servant such as Berserker - while they normally don't have any magic resistance to speak of they were still the physically strongest class with their Mad Enhancement. And if you remembered correctly, there was an exception with the Berserker of the last war. According to the records it didn't even use Mad Enhancement and it had magic resistance. While you hadn't seen any skills so far, there was a possibility that Berserker had something more up his sleeve. You saw it shrug off getting stabbed by Saber's blade like it was nothing but a bee sting. If you made one misstep, you could be putting both your and Saber's life in serious danger because you got a little overconfident.

So you remained seated, and looked over the battle as Saber fought for both your lives. The Servant of the sword was doing his class proud as he danced around Berserker. With each move that Berserker made Saber countered and landed a strike on the most vital parts of Berserker's body. The head, neck, heart, Saber pierced all of them but it did nothing. At first you thought it was because Berserker had a skill that allowed him to ignore fatal injuries, an extreme form of Battle Continuation? But then Saber cut off Berserker's sword arm at the shoulder. The black armored servant roared in pain as its appendage flew into the air. Saber, sensing victory was near attacked again. This was the first time that any of his strikes had made contact with anything physical on Berserker. If an arm could be taken off, so could a head. Saber swung his sword in a downward arc that would have cut Berserker in half.

If the Servant didn't split itself apart to dodge the attack!

Right before your eyes Berserker's torso detaches from its legs and floated up just fast enough to dodge Saber's strike. The sword passes harmlessly through open air and once the danger passes Berserker's two halves reattach themselves. You blink to make sure you didn't just imagine that just happened. A thunking sound outside your door draws your attention from the battle. It was Berserker's sword arm but as you watch it fades into black energy. You feel a chill run down your spine and you look at Berserker's cut shoulder. A build up of black energy swirls around the shoulder and the sword arm near you begins to fade. You put two and two together and the four that you arrive at chills you to the bone.

"Saber!" you scream in warning.

Saber hears you and his eyes widen in surprise as Berserker's sword arm regrows, seemingly in an instant after you shouted, and he brings it down on Saber's head. Saber brings his blade to block Berserker's and the force of his blow makes Saber's feet crack the ground as he strains to keep Berserker's blow at bay.

Then, the impossible happens again. Berserker's sword shifts and it phased right through Saber's blade. Both your and Saber's eyes widen as the blade solidifies itself behind Saber guard and the shadow blade cuts a deep gash across Saber's chest. Saber gritted his teeth, stifling a scream of pain. Before Berserker could continue his attack Saber slashed with his own sword in a desperate attempt to stop Berserker from continuing. Instead of detaching its body like before Berserker jumped back to avoid the attack.

The armored servant landed on the ground about five meters away from Saber, its red eyes looking Saber over with a mix of disappointment. It seemed to be both hating and enjoying the fight that was transpiring. It felt like Berserker was greeting an old friend but was hating himself for hurting him. As you watch though, the red haze over Berserker's eyes goes away and the black aura that surrounded him diminished slightly.You look away from Berserker to look over Saber's wounds. Berserker's attack cut into, but not completely through Saber's armor. That's not to say there weren't points that blood was starting to leak through.

<Sigyn, if you could heal me, it would be greatly appreciated.> Saber says through your shared connection.

You nod and with your training it takes less than a second to recite the spell in your head and cast it on Saber. A faint blue illuminates you and Saber's wounds and when you look again Saber stood unharmed other than the fading damage to his armor. As you watched, Saber's armor was molding itself back together like it was a living thing. After a second, his armor was completely repaired. Saber glanced back at you and smiled in thanks before turning back to Berserker. The dark Servant had done nothing during the moments that Saber was being healed. It just stood and watched like a knight waiting for a fair fight.

"It is strange to fight a Berserker with both a formless body and weapon. Along with not using Mad Enhancement, you are a strange one." Saber comments.

A short gruff sound comes from behind Berserker's helm as he chuckles slightly "We don't like the madness. It blinds us, makes us fight when we don't want to."

Saber nods once in understanding, not many would willingly want to be made into a mindless beast. But that still begged the question, why was Berserker sane now? A few moments ago he charged Saber and could barely talk without stuttering, but now he was fine and he could talk normally. Was Berserker able to turn his mad enhancement off at will without his Master's orders? You rack your brain to find the answer. As best that you knew it was possible, but most Master's keep their Berserker's in a constant state of mad enhancement so that the Servant would blindly follow orders without question.

Saber lowers his blade "I sense something over you, Berserker. Something about your body is, foul, dark and not of this world. As a warrior of the lord it is my duty to destroy the sickness that plagues you."

Berserker nods "Your senses to not lie, Servant of the Sword."

Saber was silent for a moment, his face strained as he thought about something "Berserker, in life you were cursed by demons from the pit were you not?"

Berserker nods again "My condolences. None should bear such a fate, you-."

"No." Berserker interrupts.

"Pardon?"

"The curse which you speak of. It implies that we were forced into this burden."

Berserker's form shifts slightly and it looks down "We were not forced to fall under any curse. We chose this power. We chose this madness, for it gave us strength when we had nothing. Skill when we were weak and reason to live again."

It looked back at Saber "We don't regret our choice, we only regret what we failed to do."

Saber smiles "Your purpose must have been great to sacrifice so much. I might sense many minds, many souls plaguing the mind of one driving you to madness. But that soul that must bear the burden of all the others," Saber paused for a second before smiling of all things "He is a good man. To sacrifice everything for the power to do something pure, there is no sin in that. "

Berserker was silent for a while before he spoke again "We have forgotten what it means to be good."

"It is still not too late to remember the lessons we have learned." Saber sheathes his blade "My Master has a dying family she must return to, please, let us pass."

Berserker stood where he was, pondering the choice. He shakes his head eventually "Our master has ordered us to kill you."

Black energy swirled around Berserker and the red haze returned to its eyes "Our master is forcing the madness upon us and we cannot hold it back any longer. If you wish to pass, you must kill us."

Saber quickly takes out his blade and gets into a low battle stance "If I must."

Berserker gave out another gruff chuckle "Then come SABER!"

The red and black energy completely consume Berserker and it roars a battle cry that no human could ever produce.

"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!"

As soon as the sound reaches your ears information floods into your mind.

Class: Berserker

Master: F̣̙̗n͙͑̇͌͒̾ͩ̃x̯͋̃̇́ͥ̒h̐̐̒̽̄͑̏ͅeͤͨ̋͒̚҉̟ṉ̵̱͍͎̦̲ ̇̿̿̐̚Zn͏͎͓̯͉̰̲ğ̑̊ͩ͜b͍̠̀ͮ̈h͎̟͊ͨ͝

Titles: ???

True Name: Ń͕̮̰̲͕q̫̮̮̜̖̬ͪ̍̐̂̌ͦ͜n̰̬̞̩͌̌͢z̭͈̿͛̽ͣͯ́ ͙͚̼̘̫̟̟̉ͨ̓̓̍Ù̟͇̣̭ͬ͛̌͞v͉ͣͫͯy̴̓̅ͮ͋q͖̻̙̭̇̇̉̓͡r̭͙̼̼̝̹̱̈͑͑̆̅̐o̷̯̫̙̺̯͉̪ͩe͔͓̭̰̥ń̲̥̲̱a͕̭̟̥͙̾́q̭̮͈͖͈̱ͭ̿͛̇͟ͅ

Key Words: We?, Shadow, Cursed,?

Noble Phantasm: Y̹͉̠̦̬̙̫ͩͦ͗̉͂́ͦȓ̛̿ͬ̎̾t̿̔̃ͮ̄ṽ͖͉͍̗̲ḃ̫͍͓͚̔̓̌ͪǎ̅̌҉̟͉̲͉.

Strength: A (A++)

Endurance: B (A+)

Agility: C (B+)

Mana: C (E)

Luck: E (E--)

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement (B-->A+): Rank up in all parameters but most, if not all of one's sanity is lost. Ranked with a + because Berserker possess a unique Mad Enhancement available only to it. Instead of increasing all parameters, only Strength, Endurance and Agility are increased by two ranks. In exchange all of Berserker's sanity is lost while under the effects and its mana and luck are ranked down. Plus added due to Berserker's Noble Phantasm Y̹͉̠̦̬̙̫ͩͦ͗̉͂́ͦȓ̛̿ͬ̎̾t̿̔̃ͮ̄ṽ͖͉͍̗̲ḃ̫͍͓͚̔̓̌ͪǎ̅̌҉̟͉̲͉.

Personal Skills:

T̫̹͈͊ͣͅh̪̳̣̜̹͎̭͗ͨ̾͋͂̅̌n̡͓̠̥̹͍̹̳̆̾ͪͪ̋͋̿ẻ̹̪̠͔͕̈q̯̹̼͛̿͠ṽ͎̳̓ͤ͑ͨ̈͗n̻̊̏ͧͮ͗ã̖̅̽̋̐́ ̖̰ͦ͆͜X̦̥̫̤̭̬a̹̱ͤͮͮ̚v̧̫̊ͬͤ̋ͦ̄͐t̮͔̩͇̻ͦ͡u̞̝͖̤ͭͯͭ̅͐ͨg͓̗̘̓ ̻̫̂̋ͫ(̾́P͎͍͍̪̐̊͛̚-͚̮͍̻̐ͨ̓̐̾)̝͕̬͖ͪ:̧̺̪̯̞̗̓͒ͣ͐ ̶͙̝̪͖̜̃̀̊̑̽̚G̳̜ͦŗ̬̹͚̞̹̟zͪ҉̝̣̪͖̬͈c̼̗ͬͣ͒̽̌̑͗͜b̘̲͍͜e̩̜͕̹͋n͕̜͖ͪ̇̀e̢̘͌͂v̢̻̹͉̘̉̄̂ý̰͕ĺ͖̗̱̳͓̤ ̧ḙͨ̾͌̓͘n̝̱̩͎v̴̮͎̼ͦͮ͋̈f̸̤͙͉͈͖͆̈ͪ͋r̺̫̦̰ͮͣ̌̔ͣ͞f̢͕̘̿ ̝̞̹͑̈ͦ͜cͯn̻̘͉̟̬ͭ̐ͤ̈́̒ͅͅe̜̗̙̰͎̫͑̅͑ͮͨ͛n̟̭̭ͫz̡̏̅̓ͯ̇͗͒r͍͔̺͆̽̚ġ̹̮̤̻͙̠̊̿ͤͫͫr͉̞̬̩̮̅̈́ͮ͆̆̚ĕͮͩ͗͑̑̍ḟ̦̟͙̾̑͋̂̇ ̟̟͖̮̄j̬͙̣̖ͫͪ͋ṵ̯̲̇͌͊̿͢r̞̞͎͎̙̓ͤ̋͘a̩̙̦̬̼̦̫̓ͦ̐̔ ̹̯͇̠̝̻̼ͪ̄̃ͦ͑ͧ̈ĉ̭̝̟̬͑͂̓̀̊̆͘e͍͖̫̝͚ͮ̎b͞gͫͨ̋ͩ̿͌r̟̉ͫͬ̚p͇g̳̮ͧ̅́̿̔͟v̶͉̒͌̊̊ͅa̩͌̔̿ͬ̚t̟̦̮̠͍̞͕ ̼̟̽ͪbͤ̌͏̳g̨͉͚ͨ̈́̄u̻͍̖̗͓̥ͅr̗e̖̙̘̣̓͜f̳̤̳̞̹̥͖͂͂:̛̣̳͖̬͎̟̬̉ ̧́ͯͭͥ̐J̺́͑͛͛̍͠u̽͐̌ͦ̒́r͚̉͢a̪̽ ̻ͧ͝c̪̱̮̬̖͉̩̈̋̽e͚̙̳̣͍̿̈ͥ́͑b͔̰͉̓̿ͭ̓̉͗ͭg͍̰͓̤ͭ͒ͫͮͥ̚r͓͚̝͆͛pͧ̄͆̈g̪̺̍̉̌̌͐ͥͥ͝ͅv́̽̄ͯ̒̅͏̱̲a͕͆tͩͯ͐ͤ ̴̞̝̺̜̳̦̣̒̀b̛̻̙͍͔̗ͤ̈ͤg͔͎̩͛ͮͪ̂̕u̠̗̐ͅṛ̰̉ͪ̽e̹̊ͪf̸,̶͍̤ͫ̎̊̚ ̴̩̖̫͕̜ͪ͆͐̇̌O̢̝̲̍̽̒̅ͭ̑r̶̞͔͕͔͉̒̿e̯̙̖̩̤͂ͤ̉̇̏̏͢ͅf͓̟͇̺̊͒ͨ̐͂r͗̈́ͬ̆ͭ̋ẻ̺̱ͨ̐ͣ͊̏́x̷͚̠̞̞͓r͈̣͊ͬ͗ͧ͑ͬ̑͜e̵͚͈̺̫̠͍̊ͨ͌͐͛ͣ̚ ͇̩̱̹̰͕̳̄̉̅e͈ͭ̔͝r̫̹̩̫̆̿ͦ̉ͥ͊̀p̺͎̳̳̯̊̊̆͢ͅr̎ͪ̿͏v͈̤̯͎̞͚͊̂ͭi͍̮͚͔̣͉͐r̻͖̻f̡̮̜͖̩̃͊ ̂n̢̦̱̜̗̲͕̯ͭ̿ͣ͐ ̿͑ͨͮ̀͒͏͕̱g̢̮̣̼̙͍̹ͤ̃̚r͖͉͎͖͇̞̤̿̎ͨ̿̇͑͊z͔͓͙̥c̾̃b̪̤̹͗ͧͨ́̕e̻̟̭̤̋̑̉n͈͕̠̕e̞̤̺̻͓̩̬̔͊ͩ̈́ͮ́l̬͓͕͙̙ͦ́ ̝̭̘̥͖̳ͤͥ̚ĕ̠̱ͅṅ̒͏̭̘͚̻a̮̟͉̟̞͑͒ͫ̇ͤ̀̅x͓̼̱ͧ ̠̩̻̩̬ͤ̌̾h̠̍ͪ͋̏̄̒c̫͋͐ͮͭ͗͂ ̭̠v̨ͭͤͩ̋a̼̮̟͇͆ ̵͇͕͖̞͔̑ͫ̔ͫ̈ͥͦF̧̱̳̱̤̱g̲̱̬͇̤͕̮ͩ̐ě̬̹͙̿ͅr̶̲̰̦̟͉̗ͦͭ̾̽́̏a̴̻̱̞t̟͖̯̗̣̼̾̽̔̉ͯ̐̚͝g̢̅u̜̱̯̭̼̲̕ ͍̼̖̱̠̪͊̎ͭͪ͊͌ͫͅn̸̞ͤ͆͊ͧ̉a̧͕̯͖̰̯͇̣̿q͉ͣ ̻̝̳̽̑R͓̙̖͖͈̥̟̄̆̾ā̗̆ͣ̽̂͟q̴̳̳̜͕̯͖ͅh͗͋ͅe̔͝n̛̝͔̑ͥ̈́̔͐̓̅a̝͔͊̽̌̆̂́̚͘p̧̬̅ͬͯ̈́͊r̻̼̹̭̖̙̤ͦ̓͑̐.̩̣̬̦͈̙ͧͫͥ̎ ͏̭͚̞͖P̼̙̲̔̔͗͂̒ͩ͘ͅn̪̜̾ͮȃ͉̝a̴̟͍̺̫̺b͔̝́g̺̖̟̍ͧͮ̑̿ͅ ̳o̡̥̣̰͋͑r̙̤̼ͪ ͗͑̉͟h̬̫f͈͈̭̦̣͎͎̈ͥ͌́̃̽̀ṛ̵͔ͨͥͫ̀̑q̝̲̼̬͇̬̽̋̎̀͆̃̚͟ ̲̫̩̘̉̌j̦̦̗̤̞̀̓̄͗͐̕ű̾ͅr̜̹̂̑̄ͫ̾a͈̳̮͓ͮ͋ ̥͉̦ͅh̸̘̾a̖̹͙̱̘̘̻ͧ̌̒ͤ̒q̒͊̉̿̔̂ŕ̶̠̃̄ͥ̋ͧ̉e̍̑ͭ̊ ̴ͫz̩̽̐ñ̠͎̫̱̖̃̌͋́q͓͓̮̥̜ͯ͊̓ͥ͗ ̺̝͐͞r͓͚̞͕͙͍̞ͥͮͣ̅̓͗ͤḁ̦ͯͭͤ̚ṷ͕͔̦ͪ̊͟ͅn̷͉ͨ̀a̒ͮ́͏̩̮̗pͤͧ͏̥̩̘͉͚̦͔r̻̈̐̎͐z̻͇̙͇̙ͮͩ͐̉ͪͨ̕ͅr̠̹̰̳̹̘͖̂ͤà̳̻͔͉g̤͖̯̜͂͆.̻̮̲͕̦̥̀

O̗̞̱ͬ̉͂̔n̤̺̝̟͉͑̄̔͂g̼̖̪͎̦͎̬̈g̩ͥͫy̟͐̋r̷ ̳͈̦ͪ͑ͥ͐̀P͈̹ͤͬͬ̔b͙̮̯̘̣a̝̤͓̳ǧ́ͤͤͬ̏̈́v̗͓ͬ̂̓̿͐a̶̘̬ͬ̉ͯh͕͇̔ń͉̔ͭ͜gͦ̀̑̑v̳͈ͩ͆̋̐̌̑̂͘b͉̗͈͒ã̳̦̈̾ ̝̓(͈͔̝̘̠̥N͏̼͖)͈̈ͤ̓:̥͔̬͖͚̋͊̑̀ͯͅ ͙ͭ̅v̫̮̮͕ͮ͒̕f̘͇̳ ̙̖͔̙͙̞̎g̀̽̅uͦ̊̊̒ͧ̚҉̱̹̙̭r͚̝̳̥̤͈͛ͥ͆ ̪͚̮͎͔̰̼̾ͬ̀ͮ̌̋ͯf̧̠̟̳̩̣̣͂ͩ͒͒̓̄ͪg̢̻̖̤e͈̮̣͓͍̊̏ͧ̑r̥̭͔̙̰̈́̓̄ä̵͉͈͎͚̉ͧt͙̑̅g̥̯͖̙͙ͪ͊̏̊̓̿̾ͅu̵̦͐̊̇͌ ̴̟̱̤͋ͪ̍͆̈́b̻̗̺̺̥̳̰̉s̖̮̅͟ ̅ͪ̊̃͐̊͏i̬̗̺͛v̧̱̲͔̺͇͙͆ġ̖͍͕͓̘̼̖͗̀̀n̏̐ͨͤy̛̞̤̻͓͈ͥ͛ͭv̋̒̅̒g̳̅͒͂̓̚ḷ̂͊ ̍͐ͩ͗͌̔ͭ͏s̯͉̮̹͙̼͙ͧͤͮͬ͆́b̢̉̈́e̸̫̱̭̘̮͐͛ ̰c̟̹̺e̪͐͗̈͗ͯr͖̖̲̠̹̺͖̍͒̂͒́͝q̠̟͉̝̥ͬ͡v̯͍̰̯̻̊͆͋̄̅̌p̴̘͚̝̥̗ͭ͊͗͂ͬ̚ṋ͕͚̌z͇̬͓̹̹̘̰͝r̤̝̫̲̥ͧͅag̈̂̑͑̏͘f̥̩̙̥̜̎ͅ.͈̦̳̬͂ͣ̓͊͛̊ ͎̄͐͊ͨN̩̟̻̭̏̇yͤ̓̈́͑҉f̹̗̭̋ͨ̆ͪb̨͗ͯ,̵̱͇̘̯̰̺̹̓ ͔̩̬̫̱̭͊̓̓̑̽ͧg̼̠̓̑̅u̖̗̤̖̟̜r̭̰͌̍́́̏ ̜̣̰̩ͫͨ͛̎ͩn̝͎͇̯̙̹̟̐̄ͪ͊ͧ̓ͧò͏̙͈̼̣v̬̙ͫ͌ȳ̨̮̠̬͐̓̎̚v̨̤̥͐̂͛͂͒̿ͧg̷͎͖͉͍̔͂͒̽l̷̖̲̩͈̄͋̽ͤ́ͅ ̡̄̇̎ͤ͂g̮͈͚̫͓̑̾ͯͭḇ͍̤̳̙̭͇͞ ̫̟̬̱̳͉ͬ̉̕j̰̠̱̯̆̊̃̎̈̽̚ͅv̴̼̗͈̭̰͈͚g͈̲ͧ̈̽ųͥq̣̻͈ͮ̅e̠̫̳̙̯̎ͩ̚͞ͅn̝̤͈̩̹͎̙ͩ̉̓̌͗ͨj͙͓̫̄ͣ̓ͤ͌ ̬̥͓̘͇̫ͩs̪̤̟̗̺̽̕ͅe̫̟ͣͬͨ̋ͣ̑b̦̦͛ͫz̼̝̖̦̽͋ͣͬͪ ̠̝̬͔̂ͤ̽̈͞p͔̯̠͛̅ͨͧ͒̈ͭͅb̞̺̓̏̃ͨ͑̊̔z̵̠͕̀o̯̫͈͕̐́n͖̫̣̗̗̘̣͋ͦ̑ͨ̍̔g̞̙̓̐ͨ ̹͎̫̼̦͐͗̉̆͋n̗̳̳̣̯ͩ͑͗̄̕ǎ̏҉̖̰q̶̻͐̊ ͕̗̠͕e̪̳͙͙̰͇̒͗ͬ̎r̻͇͙͈͈͙̯͗͟n̩ͯ̇p̺͆̀̇͗̇͛̇̀u̯̼̙̖͍̥̣ͫͦ̑̾͗͋̆ n̶ͫͩy͉̱͈̻ͧ͊ͨ͒͊ͬy͕̦̑̆̂̎v͓̯̝̜̲̞ͮͬͨ̏ͧͤͭ͝r̴͔̼ͫq̯ ̢͎̼͚̖͚̭͆ͅg̭̰̰͗̊̇͐͂ͭȑ͍̹͙ͬ͊͂̊e̽̒̅ͯͯ̀e̴͌̊ͬ̎̍ͯv̡̯̂͊̆̊̾͒g̱̜͝b̼̘͛͆́̓e͚͋͜l̲̯̯̑̓̔͌ͥ͢ ͎͍̫͉̰̽͆͟ͅn͕̞̬̞̺̂͞y̞̠̬̹͕̓͌ͧ̕v̴͕͎̼͔ͮͣ͗̋̿ͨͧi̎͏̜̠̤r̬̝̙̤̤̠͂ͦ̋ ̂̋̓ͮ̓́ͥn͈̤̖͕̱̘̆̿̊͜s͈̩͇̟͕̹ͬ̐̎ͫ̏̚g͔̰͔̖̞͙̟͑̍ͣͣ͗̆ͦr͍̩͉͉̀ͬ̽e̡͓̥̼̤͐͌́͗̔ ̳̎̆̍̓̓̅o̦̰̔̀ͪr͖̩̝̦̰̪͡v̅ͣͭ̒̍̌ͭ҉̜̯͚̰a̺͗̋̇̔͒͗̾͠t̉ͦ͗̎͗҉̻̫͚ ̑͌̂ͧ͝q͍͕͓͟ͅr̢͚͇͎̯͉̦̓̒̾ͦ̐̒s҉rn̶̪̝̻̎̌̐͒ͩͥ̚g̶̟̣̜̉r̆́ͩ͠q̟̜̄ͭ̊̏̏̀ͅ.͎̟ͭ̏͞ ̟̯̝͇̭̍ͬ͒Ň̰̺͈ͩͦͫ̌̃͜g̭̝͎̻̬̾̍͘ͅ ̼̺̻͉̼g̳̟̬̃͝u̙͔͎̹͚̮͊ͫͮ͛ͧ͐́v̫̗f̟͉̯̜̜̟̞ ͉ͨ̓e͚͚̞̺͎͚̅ͪṇ͖͕̮̳̻̻̿ͮ̋̎a̪̟͐̿ͩ̉̇͛ͧ͝ẍ̝̙́̍̾̚ ̼̯͖̆ͥ̅̄͜v͖̈̒ͮ̊̏̋g͋̐ ͕̖̳͒̎̐̈̊̚vf̙̯̽̄͆̾͛ͅ ̟̬̼̫͈͋c̘̲̻̤ͯ͊b̹͖̯̼̓̊ͯ̈́ͨͅḟ̯̲̼̤͖̰̦͒̄͋̀̓ͭ͝f̏̄͋̍v̳ͦͤ̎͑ͩ́o͚̤̬̺͕̞ͧͅy̻̟͚͔̱͒ͤ̑͋ͥ̇r̦̫̀ ̡̺͍͑ͦg̙̩͗ͤb̻̖̑̓̆̿̓͛̄̀ ̙̺̠̤̞͉ͨ̓ͪͣ̇ͮͧs͇̹͖̗̳̜ͧ̍̆v͇̇͜ṱ͑̄̿u̧̘̦̭̎ģ̩͍̰͍̥͇̮̄̃̚ ̯͌ͮ̊̿r͙͝i̲̦̼͋́ͧ̀͝ͅr̶̙̠͈̠̃ä̾̍́̄ͬ ̖̆̍̄̔j̟͔͕́v̬ͯ̍͗͗̓̅̽͝ͅgͮ̊̽ͧ͜u͑̎ͭͪͦͯͧ͏͖̼̪ ̖q̖̠̩͢r̘͇̤͖͓͌̌͐̀n̗̎͊ͪ̈̓͡q̖̈̌̽y̥͚̘͍̳͇͍̓͆͂͑ͪ͌́̚l̗̜̮̮͍̪̯̔ ̝͗̕v͖͈̼͚̳͖à̬͓̫̹̌ͬͫͬͮ̚ẘ̿̇̓ͤh̴̗̥̜̦ͯ̔̏͆ͤ̚e͙͐ͯ̑̓͊̎ͣv͇̤̓ͧ̃͑͑ř̂̑ͤ̑f̠̭̜ͯ ̱͎ͨ̐̅̉͐̔ͫṉ̳̫̹̪̆̔̿̂ͨ͆̀a̝͔̥̻ͫ̈́̆̂̈́͋q̡̫͈͌͒̂ ̷̯̣̮̭̺͚p̴̫̱̽ͨ͗̽̄ͪ̚n̞̻͕͕̣͍͚a̯̻͍͕̼͍ͦ́ ̞͚̩͓̩̩e͚̊̈́̆̚rͨ͌̈͆̑̉̐̀ź̨̻͚̙̟̼̺̹͒̚n͙͓̰̞̲͆̃ͫ̽ͫ̾͜v̟̣ͯ͐̽a̯̪̝̥̘͋͢ ͔͖̪͚͛ǹ̶͖̖͔͎̿̃ͤ̽y̪̺͕͛̓ͤ̀ͯͭͮ͜ṽ̺̤̖̌͆i͔͌̅̀͑r̳̺͎̳͆ͣͬ́̋̿̈́ ̠̳͕̗̟͚̥ͣͪ̓f̵̥̬̗̟͉̜̱͗ͮ̈́͆̊b̧̞ ̖̼͕͇͔̮ͯ̀ͪ͘y̯̗͙͎ͫ̃̑̏b͖̫̩̯͎̣̒ͯ̌̓̿̕a͖̠͍̳ͦ́̚t̜͍̞̞̗͐̈ͣ ̙̭̻̗̰͉͐ͦ̅ͨͦͅn̛̰̜͓͚̤̅̌̉̆ͨf̨ͪͪ̄͂ ̧̟͔̮̫̌̂̅͋̃ͅͅb̺̱̭̪̠͊͗ͥ͆a͓̬͚̥̲̣̮͂̈͋͊̓͝r̷͕̹̲͕̞̼ͣͦ͊̓ͪ ̩͔͓̖q̗͎̫͓̣̮̠͒̔ͤͧ̽̋͘b̝̩̱̗͕̓r̵̦ͧͬͫ̀ͯ͐̋ḟ̖̘͓̱̓ ̡̦̗̪̪̲͕̠̅̍a̠͚̳̗̲̩̭͗̓̍ͯͩ͠b͈͉̅̽̈ͬg̳͔ͯ̓ ̂̀ͬ̈e̯̼̳̳̫̿ͪ̅ͩ͟r̤ͭͮͥͣ̑ͥ͘ͅp̱͚̱ͭ̀̀ṛ̲͈̫̺̠̯͘v̺̞̿͑̍ͯͩ͂ĭ͓͐ͣ̀ȓ̠͖͐͌ ̵̝̳̜̣̺̪n̫͖̗̹̺͖͍̒̐̆ ͖͖̖̙̺͖̹́̌̃̐̓̑ͦ͡q͙̺̦ͩͮ̄r͔̋̆̑ͥ̈p͉̟̍̇̽͌̐ͭͦv̲̯̙ͧ̆̿͐̓́f͇͎̱̤̠̜̑̔̆͆̈̿v̝̹̦̠̑̀̇ͣ̈̀̿̀ͅi͖ͯrͬ͂͒͆̍̾̒ ̜̅̇ṣ͙̻̰͈͚͔͊ͦ̕n̹̥̋̉͋͐g̨̰̩̩̪̰̱̳͑ͯn͕̥̐̓͂̄̀ͨ̚y̴ͯ͌ͦͨ͑̓̇ ̙̰̱̖̪̤ͅj̡͉̺́̓ͩb̓͡h͇̝͈͍̼̦̼͒ͤ͂a͈͎̻q̵̻̠͉̓ͤ̅ͮ̔̚.̝͉͙̙͈͕̱̀̃̾

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Noble Phantasm:

Y̹͉̠̦̬̙̫ͩͦ͗̉͂́ͦȓ̛̿ͬ̎̾t̿̔̃ͮ̄ṽ͖͉͍̗̲ḃ̫͍͓͚̔̓̌ͪǎ̅̌҉̟͉̲͉

You blink, what was this? Your master's clairvoyance was letting you see Berserker's stats, but it was preventing you from going any further. Plus what kind of hero had a Mad Enhancement rank this high! It was rare to see it above C but A+? And modified as well, only increasing physical parameters that would allow the servant to hit harder and lessening the stats that it had deemed unneeded. And modified due to its Noble Phantasm, what Noble Phantasm would do something like that? It was like this creature was born to be a Berserker.

Berserker rushes forwards, both of its arms turning into shadow blades. It jumped up and brought both swords down in an overhead strike. Saber narrowed his eyes and waited for the attack to come.

<Saber, Berserker has A++ ranked strength! Dodge!> You scream through your connection.

Saber's eyes widened and he dove to the side just in time to avoid the attack and it was a good thing he did. Berserker hit the concrete of the street like a meteor, cracking the ground and creating a crater fifteen feet in diameter.

When it hits the ground you feel yourself bounce into the air a little just from the force of the blow. Before the dust even settled Berserker charges out of the crater and rushes Saber again. It raised its right arm for an overhead strike while using its left for a horizontal slash. If it was any other servant, Saber would have dodged one attack and deflected the other. But with only C ranked strength, Saber wasn't going to stop the strike of a raging Berserker with A++ ranked strength. It was clear that Berserker was stronger, and far faster than was even on his best day, but Saber had a trump card that even Berserker's strength couldn't stop.

Saber spun on his heel and dodged Berserker's overhead strike like a dancer practicing a routine. He then arched his back, leaning down so low that Berserker's second strike passes harmlessly over his head. As soon as both attacks were dodged Saber circled around Berserker and slashes across Berserker's exposed back. A crippling blow for any other servant but it passed harmlessly through Berserker like he was made of thin air. Berserker roars again but with its arms on the other side of its body so it couldn't attack straight away. So it did the alternative, an arm sprouted from Berserker's back and punched Saber's unprotected face.

The blow sent your servant skipping across the ground. With each bounce off the ground you quickly realize that Saber was headed straight for you! Your hands go to the clasp holding your seatbelt down on instinct but you didn't need to worry. Saber stabs his sword into the ground creating a trench in the ground and bringing him to a halt right outside your door. Saber straightens his posture and cracks his neck.

<Saber are you ok?>

<I am unharmed Master.>

You blink, he was telling the truth but it didn't sound like he was trying to be tough. Adam once said that guys liked to do that. Even when they took a blow they would say that it didn't hurt even though it probably hurt a lot. You had asked him why they did that and Adam laughed "'Cause if the brave knight was hurt by something like a punch they wouldn't be much would they? Knights need to go out doing epic stuff. Like fighting entire armies, saving the world or killing a huge dragon! That would be an epic way to go out. You get to heaven or whatever place people go when they die and when someone asks you what happened to you? You get to smirk and say 'I killed a mother fucking dragon! What did you do pal!?!"

He had gotten a swift slap across the head from Megan after that for swearing in front of you. The memory brought a small smile to you before you remembered where you were.

<Saber that blow was right on your head. Are you sure you're ok?>

You couldn't see anything but you figure Saber was smiling <Worry not master, I was expecting such an attack and planned accordingly. Observe.>

He turns so that you could see his face, and it was completely unharmed. Devoid of any type of harm or blemish. Saber then showed you his blade, and on the hilt of the blade it was smoking like it had just taken an attack.

Before you could ask what happened Berserker roared its challenge again. It ran on all fours like an animal right for you. Again your hands shoot for the clasp of your seat belt and this time you get it unhooked. As soon the belt retracts away you start to move to the other side of the car but there wasn't any point. Berserker was a second away and Saber couldn't stop a charging Berserk- <Master, do you believe I can win?> Saber asks and time seems to slow to a tenth of what it normally ran at.

Berserker looks like it was moving in slow motion and all of your senses shut off focusing only on the sound of wind. You felt like you were alone in the world with only Saber there for company, all other senses and sound were shut off as you focus on Saber alone.

"What?" you ask out loud.

Despite the door between you and he, Saber responds like normal and you hear him perfectly.

"Do you think I can win this fight?"

That was a good question, did you think Saber could win? He was clearly the better swordsmen between him and Berserker but Berserker outclassed him in almost everything else. It had more speed, power and durability then Saber had and with its strange ability to phase through attacks and weapons made it near untouchable. If Saber had a Noble Phantasm that could hurt Berserker, then maybe he could win. But that wasn't what he asked, he asked if you believed he could win.

Your answer?

Yes, yes you did.

"Saber," you say "I summoned you because I wanted a protector. A guardian that could lead me through this war and save me from the hell called my life."

"...Then what do you need me to do?"

You close your eyes, and you remember everyone who was waiting for you. Your family "Adam, Morgan, Megan, everyone is waiting for me to return. So please win, so I can go back to my family."

Saber says nothing before a confident smirk graced his features "As you wish, I will protect you Sigyn."

Time then resumed its normal speed just before Berserker reaches the car. The mad servant roars a battle cry, rears its fist back and punches with all of the strength that it could muster. Saber holds up a hand, and he catches Berserker's attack.

The blow sends a shockwave ringing out through the air that causes Saber's hair to move in the breeze but other then that nothing. Both you and Berserker look at Saber in complete shock but fortunately for you, the answer came as another wave of information.

Guardian Knight (A+):

The Servant receives a temporary attribute bonus if acting in the defense of others. A protector of numerous nations and expansive regions in life, the Servant is capable of deriving effectively unlimited defensive capabilities from those who place their faith and expectations in him.

Your eyes widen just in time to have a full view of Saber dropping Berserker's fist and returning the attack that he received only moments before. You thought it was going to go straight through him like it did before, but instead you're greeted with the sight of Saber's fist connecting with Berserker's helm. The blow sends the mad servant flying through the air and Saber leaps after him. He overshoots Berserker ever so slightly so that he flew straight over the shadow servant. Saber spun mid air and slams the flat of his blade sending Berserker slamming into the ground. Saber allowed gravity to take him down and he crashes into Berserker like a holy meteor.

Berserker created a hole in its chest so that Saber's attack hit the ground behind it. Saber removed his sword from the ground and slashes across the ground to slice Berserker in half but it passed harmlessly through it like before. Berserker focuses dark energy on his right hand, creating bladed knuckles to attack Saber. Saber tilted his head ever so slightly so the blow just barely grazed him. He then kicked Berserker in the head and the attack passed through him again as well. Berserker roars and turns his right arm into a shadow blade before slashing at Saber.

Saber jumps backward to avoid the attack and Berserker charges after him. The mad servant swung its blade in crazed, animalistic arcs that were fast, but easy to predict. Saber barely moved as he dodges the strikes, using only the smallest movement necessary in order to avoid the attacks. Each of Berserker's attacks that miss crash into the ground causing the ground to break and snap like it was as brittle as paper. Then, Berserker makes his left hand into a blade and brings them both down on Saber in an X-cross pattern. Again, as easy as reading a book, Saber shuffles his stances and just barely avoids the attack. Saber uses his opportunity to stab with his blade. Berserker tries to avoid the attack but Saber still cut deep into its shoulder. Berserker roars in pain and attempts to slash at Saber again but your servant removes his blade and retreats.

The two servants stood where they were for a second and you hear the faint sound of something dripping on the ground. You look around and covering Saber blade was lines of black blood that dripped off at irregular intervals. He hurt Berserker, Saber actually wounded Berserker!

"Fifteen seconds before a recharge of ten."

You look at Saber "What?"

"He can only maintain his untouchable form for fifteen seconds at a time before he is vulnerable to my blade for a state of ten seconds. " Saber explains "His master is a foolish one, if he remained sane, Berserker could have kept control of when he should keep his form untouchable. Changing his weapons to pass through my guard before striking my person. But in his mad state, he cannot act accordingly and my strikes cleave through his armor when his time drys up."

Saber swings his blade, removing the blood from the golden sword "I don't know if he will make his weapons formless, but that matters not when the simplest movement can dodge his attacks. Worry not Sigyn, Berserker will not harm you or myself for the rest of his war."

With that, he charges Berserker. When he gets close enough, he leads Berserker into a faint that leave his side open to a follow up attack. Saber slashes but the attack goes straight through it. Berserker retaliates but Saber was too fast for its attacks. Whenever an opening presented itself, Saber struck, forcing Berserker to keep his untouchable form active. Then after fifteen seconds, Saber lands a cut across Berserker's chest piece. It was a shallow cut but the black armor now dawned a cut that stained the once pristine armor.

Berserker doesn't even glance down before attacking Saber again. Over and over again, the two servants enter a stalemate. Saber couldn't hurt Berserker, and Berserker couldn't touch Saber. But when those fifteen seconds go out, Saber lands an attack. Some minor, others unnoticeable but they were quickly adding up.

You watch the unfolding battle and with each attack that Saber lands you feel safer than ever before. This is what a heroic spirit was capable of. Someone so fast, strong and skilled that they could only live in legend. You finally had your protector, and he was a perfect guardian.

Your feelings of hope turn to stone cold fear when you feel something place itself on your neck. You flinch at the touch and immediately you know there was a blade at your throat. The feeling of cold, sharpened steel is unmistakeable, even if you never felt it before. You glance down and the shifting shadowy form of a black dagger was where you feel it should be. The black dagger was connected to a shadow hand that wrapped itself around you, coming from your shadow!?! You thought you were imagining things at first but it's clear that both the arm and the weapon came from your shadow. In the shadow where your head should be, a pair of red eyes begin to burn at you.

Thought and reason go out the window as fear shoots through you. You open your mouth to scream but another black hand forms from the shadow faster than you could blink and cups itself around your mouth, silencing the scream before it began. The red eyes chuckled without a mouth "Move without my say, and you die."

It didn't speak, but you heard the words in your head like a direct phone call to you mind.

"Call for the saint, and you die. Are we clear? Nod once if you understand."

You nod once like it asked.

"Good, now unbuckle yourself and step out of the car. Oh, and if I see a red glow, feel any magic. Well, you already know the knifes a bit of a give away."

Despite the danger your mind raced, playing out scenarios and asking questions that you wanted to ask but couldn't. This thing, whatever it was had it right where it wanted you so why step out of the car? If it wanted to kill you it would have done it already? Was it part of Berserker? It mentioned a we, could this be one of the we? You glance down at your hand, your command seals and the knife edges itself closer to your throat.

"I am not Berserker, if that's what you're wondering." the shadow says as if reading your mind "I am the servant, Assassin and 'm just going to feed you to that mad servant. It'll give me a better view of how a demon rips a human apart. You don't mind right?"

You don't know what to do, no amount of training could prepare someone for this! Right now it felt like your entire body was frozen in fear and the knife was edging closer. So you…

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[] Get out of the Car, once you're outside Saber can get to you.

[] Use your magecraft to get out.

-[] How?

[]Stay in the car

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IKnowNothing · Nov 6, 2015

So just as a general announcement: Please don't break the code used to hide Berserker's information.

I got the code from @Flagmauth and as a curtesy to both him and myself don't break the code as it contains a lot of spoilers for the story. I will be using this code to hide information later in the story as well so please, as tempting as it might be please refrain from cracking the code.

Thank you, and have a good day.

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