Fate/shabbat night

[Desdendelle]

He who works on Shabbat night will eat on Shabbat.
-Tractate Avodah Zarah, 1:3

The date is April 15th​, 2009, and a Holy Grail War is starting up. While mundane Israel deals with a new government and surveys the aftermath of yet another Gaza war, someone has lured Masters to the holy city of Jerusalem, and they came, tempted by the promises of a wish.
With the Supervisor sent by the Holy Church missing, and ominous airs surrounding his base in the Scottish Church, the Masters seem to have free reign of the city.
But there is something oppressive about its air, even more than the feeling of antiquity that even the newest neighbourhoods can't seem to shake. It's as though it's dangerous to be outside, even in broad daylight.
Nonetheless, for most people, life goes on as normal; they go to school, buy groceries in the Shuk, go to the synagogue, go clubbing, and so on.
Being Magi, the Masters didn't have normal lives in the first place; but those lives were about to become a whole lot less normal. They were going to fight a war to the death in a city holding its breath, where even grasshoppers lie heavy and cats, with their glowing eyes and conniving expressions, outnumber humans.
Therefore they scatter, each to their own place, set up their circles and reagents, and begin chanting…

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EVENING OF THE FIRST DAY​

 

[Dovahsith]

Pri Har Valley
Midnight

A quick cut of the knife severs the artery of the neck and the final part of the sigil is laid out on the dusty dirt of the seclusion of the Valley. Though he far from alone, Nikias could sense that no-one was close enough to smell the blood save for a handful of animals either fleeing its scent or waiting for him to appear distracted enough that they might scavenge the meat from the rapidly cooling pile of chicken corpses.

He would have preferred to wait. To prepare a catalyst and choose a more auspicious night, but it seemed, as the war flared to life, that yet again his choices had been taken from him.

A flare of pain on the back of his hand remind him of the imprint of the seals marking his place in this war. A sign of the efforts it had taken to come to this point, to gamble everything on a single roll of the dice.
He hated gambling.

Raising his hand before him, he clutched it in a fist, eyes glaring at the sigil of drying blood, carved into the dirt with almost inhuman precision, letting his circuits flare to life as it began to draw in the ambient mana.

And then he spoke.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.​

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

@Treeksey

 

[Terran Imperium]

The manor had been outfitted nicely to welcome her presence, the past few days had been rather pleasant, it was a different environment than what Joan was used to and it brought her an almost uncontrollable feeling of curiosity and wonder. Almost. But she has matters to attend to other than seeing the Holy City. A nearby maid approaches, takes off Joan's coat and neatly folds it over her arm, another had already prepared for her shoes to fit in while inside the Meyuchas' manor.

"Wait for me here." Joan orders as soon as she is at her destination, the double doors to a secure chamber within the mansion, the maids bow and the four men in suits position themselves around the door to deny anyone entry. What she is about to perform is quite a feat, after all! Summoning a hero of legend that inscribed their name in history for Mankind to forever recall.

The ritual was, surprisingly, enough simple and didn't have many requirements. It was a bit jarring how easy it is to bring down Heroic Spirits from the Throne to serve her will, or at least copies of the original Heroic Spirit. However, considering this ritual involved the hand of a Magician who also happened to be a Wizard Marshal, she couldn't except any less from such an exceptional individual that stood at the top of the Moonlit World.

It took her a few seconds to dispell her nervousness internally before she decided to step into the room. Everything had already been prepared by the Meyuchas beforehand as soon as they knew she would arrive. They even went as far as to get her a catalyst to summon one of the greatest Heroes who's name is still sung to this day. It was a rather worn and ancient-looking red cloth, too tattered for Joan to guess as to its purpose. They were good servants of the Association, if things go well, she would put in a good word for them to her cousin.

However, now, she had to start.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

@Theravis

 

[Theravis]

The manor had been outfitted nicely to welcome her presence, the past few days had been rather pleasant, it was a different environment than what Joan was used to and it brought her an almost uncontrollable feeling of curiosity and wonder. Almost. But she has matters to attend to other than seeing the Holy City. A nearby maid approaches, takes off Joan's coat and neatly folds it over her arm, another had already prepared for her shoes to fit in while inside the Meyuchas' manor.

"Wait for me here." Joan orders as soon as she is at her destination, the double doors to a secure chamber within the mansion, the maids bow and the four men in suits position themselves around the door to deny anyone entry. What she is about to perform is quite a feat, after all! Summoning a hero of legend that inscribed their name in history for Mankind to forever recall.

The ritual was, surprisingly, enough simple and didn't have many requirements. It was a bit jarring how easy it is to bring down Heroic Spirits from the Throne to serve her will, or at least copies of the original Heroic Spirit. However, considering this ritual involved the hand of a Magician who also happened to be a Wizard Marshal, she couldn't except any less from such an exceptional individual that stood at the top of the Moonlit World.

It took her a few seconds to dispell her nervousness internally before she decided to step into the room. Everything had already been prepared by the Meyuchas beforehand as soon as they knew she would arrive. They even went as far as to get her a catalyst to summon one of the greatest Heroes who's name is still sung to this day. It was a rather worn and ancient-looking red cloth, too tattered for Joan to guess as to its purpose. They were good servants of the Association, if things go well, she would put in a good word for them to her cousin.

However, now, she had to start.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

@Theravis

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(score)

A vast shaking filled the house, and in a bright flash, a figure appeared. Heralded by soft winds scented of perfume and copper. Rising from where she knelt, clad in bronze, sculpted plate and flowing red skirts, yet unarmed, the figure shook out long red hair...

Before waving, somewhat shyly. "Hello! Are you my Master, young lady?" She kicked at the intricate summoning seal with the tip of a sandal clad foot. "You can just call me Pyrrha. I'm not really anything special, but I hope we can still win!"

She seemed to eye Joan as though an apology were on a hair-trigger, or she might start crying.

"Oh, and I'm a Lancer!"

 

[SteelWriter77]

In the Penthouse of one of the best Hotels of Jerusalem, sits a man enjoying a glass of water and a Cigar, after his water is drunk and he puts out his Cigar, he walks to his room where the Circle was nearly complete, only needing a few more things to be complete.

Already things seemed to be wrong in this city thought Walter, Magic in various places felt wrong and called out to him, perhaps this was the case for these Grail Wars, But Walter was not a man who dealt with maybe's. These thoughts plagued his mind throughout the day and now as he prepares the final steps for his circle, pushing aside those worries for after the summoning, Walter places a small Piece of White Cloth in the middle of the Circle. It took far too much time and money to find an appropriate Legend to be his Servant, but as with most things Walter Ryan found what he needed, and now with the War beginning he must ensure his victory.


Placing the last Candles in a formation to allow for the best flow of his Magic, The White Cloth he placed down was old and very hard to find, having to bribe several magicians to find it's location and hire a few thieves to take the thing, which he had them killed of course, can't have loose ends, he thanks his many connections that he will not have to worry about such things. The White Cloth it's self was said to have the blood of his desired Servant on it, if that was true or not, did not matter to Walter, all he needed was for there to be a connection to his desired Servant.

Walter Takes out a small Jewelled Knife and cuts his palm, letting the blood seep onto the Circle and around the cloth. muttering a few final words of protection and hope that his Servant will be up to his standards. He begins the chant

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.




The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.


You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

@0th Law

 

[Aquadragon10]

@Omida

Jerusalem, City of Three Religions. Not that it mattered to Usire Ra. He was here simply because Atlas wanted the Grail and he seemed like the best pick. Seemed was the optimal word as Usire was convinced the higher-ups were jealous of his work. His fusion of magecraft and biology and sought to silence him. He'd show them. He'd show them all by winning the Grail and getting to the Root before any of them. He'd silence his critics after this. Of yes he would.

So here he was, finishing the summoning ceremony for a servant in the now abandoned town and nature preserve of Lifta. The mana and air here in Jerusalem flickered fierce but the Coptic man didn't care. He wasn't like that pyromaniac fool who cared for things like faith. He was here to win. Now then, the ceremony.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.


The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

 

[Xasure Higeki]

In a simple and modest room, almost spartan in appearance, there was Elize standing in front of her desk, preparing herself for what was about to come. Behind her she had drawn the circle that would let her call down the spirit of one of Humanity´s greatest.

She sighed, contemplating her plight in being involved in this whole thing in the first place, before leaning on the desk. She would pray for good fortune in this endeavour while she checked her equipment. Kevlar grade habit, two dozen black keys, eight hidden in each sleeve in easily accessible groups of four, the rest around her body and finally her shroud which stood out by being red.

She turned towards the circle before nodding to herself and then spoke the chant.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.


The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

@MaHaL

 

[Treeksey]

Pri Har Valley
Midnight
[ @Dovahsith ]

Je me présente a toi,
corps et épée sont prêts,
coeur et esprit sont prêts.
---
I fear not the dangers ahead,
nor the enemy we shall face.
If you are my master, I shall serve dutifully.
My sword is thy will and testament.​

The ground singed and the earth sizzled, a young boy stood triumphant in a flurry of white and brown feathers. His long braid fell to the side of his smug expression, an air of confidence seemingly radiating. He blinked a few times before moving towards the person in front of him, poking him a few times with his finger.

"Eh, bonjour? Je m'appelle Astolfo, est tu mon maître?" Astolfo defaulted to his native tongue, quickly realizing that the man before him did not speak it. He blushed nervously and continued on in english with a light accent.
"Ah, sorry! Hello my name is Astolfo! Would you happen to be my master?" He smiled wide, tilting his head. "Man I really hope you speak english, I'd look really dumb if you didn't speak either!"

 

[Dovahsith]

Pri Har Valley
Midnight
[ @Dovahsith ]

Je me présente a toi,
corps et épée sont prêts,
coeur et espirt sont prêts.
---
I fear not the dangers ahead,
nor the enemy we shall face.
If you are my master, I shall serve dutifully.
My sword is thy will and testament.​

The ground singed and the earth sizzled, a young boy stood triumphant in a flurry of white and brown feathers. His long braid fell to the side of his smug expression, an air of confidence seemingly radiating. He blinked a few times before moving towards the person in front of him, poking him a few times with his finger.

"Eh, bonjour? Je m'appelle Astolfo, est tu mon maître?" Astolfo defaulted to his native tongue, quickly realizing that the man before him did not speak it. He blushed nervously and continued on in english with a light accent.
"Ah, sorry! Hello my name is Astolfo! Would you happen to be my master?" He smiled wide, tilting his head. "Man I really hope you speak english, I'd look really dumb if you didn't speak either!"

Click to shrink...

"Astolfo, son of KIng Otto of England, Cousin of Roland and Renaud, Paladin to the Emperor Charlemagne." Nikias rattled of the servant's history as though reading a particularly dry textbook.

"And yes. I am your master."

By now the local wildlife close enough to observe had been spooked into fleeing the area, but they'd be back. But for now, the pair were utterly alone.

"You aren't as expected, but appearances have been known to be deceiving. Are you aware of your class?" He asked, ignoring the finger relentlessly jabbing him in the chest.

 

[Omida]

@Deathwing

The blinding light fills the dark, abandoned streets of Lifta. When it dies, a man stands inside summoning circle. He is unmistakably Japanese, with slight build, black hair and blue eyes. He looks young, yet there is an air of age to his posture. He is clothed in a fine, if simple kimono and garbed with travelling cloak showing the signs of wear. The man is cloaked in mixture of rich perfume, smell of ash, and the ozone. At his side, a chokutō. He turns his gaze to the one who summoned him, and bows deeply.

"Hereby, I ask of you." His speech is formal, but flowing easily, and the way he speaks betrays his great age. "Are you the one who summoned me?"

 

[Treeksey]

"Astolfo, son of KIng Otto of England, Cousin of Roland and Renaud, Paladin to the Emperor Charlemagne." Nikias rattled of the servant's history as though reading a particularly dry textbook.

"And yes. I am your master."

By now the local wildlife close enough to observe had been spooked into fleeing the area, but they'd be back. But for now, the pair were utterly alone.

"You aren't as expected, but appearances have been known to be deceiving. Are you aware of your class?" He asked, ignoring the finger relentlessly jabbing him in the chest.

Click to shrink...

Astolfo shrugged off the comment, looking around and checking out the appearance of his newfound master. "I'm a rider of course, with my trusty companion Beaumont!"

The pink-haired male jabbed his master one more time in the chest "And I'll have you know, monsieur, that just because I may not look it, I remain a noble paladin of Charlemagne." Astolfo flipped the braid out of his way, sheathing his sword and looking around the area.

"Geez master, you couldn't even get us a nice room? At least tell me you have somewhere for us to go." Astolfo began wandering slowly, poking around at the wildlife and admiring the beauty of the night.

 

[Aquadragon10]

@Deathwing

The blinding light fills the dark, abandoned streets of Lifta. When it dies, a man stands inside summoning circle. He is unmistakably Japanese, with slight build, black hair and blue eyes. He looks young, yet there is an air of age to his posture. He is clothed in a fine, if simple kimono and garbed with travelling cloak showing the signs of wear. The man is cloaked in mixture of rich perfume, smell of ash, and the ozone. At his side, a chokutō. He turns his gaze to the one who summoned him, and bows deeply.

"Hereby, I ask of you." His speech is formal, but flowing easily, and the way he speaks betrays his great age. "Are you the one who summoned me?"

Click to shrink...

Usire studied the man. Japanese by appearance but little else to give off who he was or his class. Interesting and irrelevant. Still, he should answer the spirit that was once human.

"I am. Now then, I need to ask you a question. What do you desire from the grail?" Usire was interested in this. A scientific understanding of the servants motives would allow the paranoid man time to plan and prepare for the other masters and servants. And depending on his servants desires, he may even give them the grail just to spite his employers.

 

[Dovahsith]

Astolfo shrugged off the comment, looking around and checking out the appearance of his newfound master. "I'm a rider of course, with my trusty companion Beaumont!"

The pink-haired male jabbed his master one more time in the chest "And I'll have you know, monsieur, that just because I may not look it, I remain a noble paladin of Charlemagne." Astolfo flipped the braid out of his way, sheathing his sword and looking around the area.

"Geez master, you couldn't even get us a nice room? At least tell me you have somewhere for us to go." Astolfo began wandering slowly, poking around at the wildlife and admiring the beauty of the night.

Click to shrink...

Nikias remained as stony faced as ever, even as his defensive measures began to get riled up by the jabbing.

Resist urge to punch superhuman mana construct empowered by a avatar of heroic legend. It will be an ineffective attack and will hurt your hand more than it harms him.

"The valley's ambient mana and open nature was satisfactory to the needs of summoning and the wildlife will remove the majority of the evidence that we were even here. I have made arrangements elsewhere within the city for us to plan our future moves, but it was a unnecessary risk to alert the other Masters to its location with the initial summoning. I assume you are capable of being discrete when required, Rider?"

 

[MaHaL]

In a simple and modest room, almost spartan in appearance, there was Elize standing in front of her desk, preparing herself for what was about to come. Behind her she had drawn the circle that would let her call down the spirit of one of Humanity´s greatest.

She sighed, contemplating her plight in being involved in this whole thing in the first place, before leaning on the desk. She would pray for good fortune in this endeavour while she checked her equipment. Kevlar grade habit, two dozen black keys, eight hidden in each sleeve in easily accessible groups of four, the rest around her body and finally her shroud which stood out by being red.

She turned towards the circle before nodding to herself and then spoke the chant.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.


The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！​

Click to shrink...

As the mists of the summoning circle dissipated a laugh rang through the sparsely furnished room.

"UHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I see you're a priestess for those cross worshippers! Very well, I Archer Nobunaga, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven will allow you to be my master!"

As Nobunaga stepped forward out of the circle her form became clearer. A peaked cap with a massive golden Oda crest on the front, dark clothing in the fashion of a miltary uniform and a long grey coat over it all.

"Tell me of the modern world, I can't wait to see the new technology!"

 

[Omida]

Usire studied the man. Japanese by appearance but little else to give off who he was or his class. Interesting and irrelevant. Still, he should answer the spirit that was once human.

"I am. Now then, I need to ask you a question. What do you desire from the grail?" Usire was interested in this. A scientific understanding of the servants motives would allow the paranoid man time to plan and prepare for the other masters and servants. And depending on his servants desires, he may even give them the grail just to spite his employers.

Click to shrink...

The man studies the one who is his Master. As the Grail informs him, it is traditional for a Master to confirm the class of the Servant they summoned. Yet, his seems to disregard that. Either he already planned on summoning his class, or he deemed in inconsequential to his plans. He ponders, if he should give full answer, or only partial.

No. It would be unbecoming of him to do anything less then the full recount. He straightens his pose, puts a hand over his breast and smiles, wildly, the passion clear in his eyes.

"It is twofold, my Master! First, this very tournament, this Holy Grail War! How could I not be here? Battle between legends? A display of martial skill, great mysteries clashing, epic deeds witnessed? Why, to not bear witness to such a thing would be the greatest travesty of them all!" Drawing his breath, he continues." But, should I grasp the Grail, my wish is simple, my Master. Age of Gods. I lament the end of our glorious pasts. I feel the world to be lesser for the lack of Gods and Monsters and Heroes. I wish to usher it all back! All of its good. All of its evil. Surely, mankind will rise to ever greater heights once more if it were to come back!"

He pauses, drawing his breath deeply to calm himself. Then, he adressess his Master.

"But what about you, Master? What is it that one such as you who would summon me wishes for?"

 

[Treeksey]

Nikias remained as stony faced as ever, even as his defensive measures began to get riled up by the jabbing.

Resist urge to punch superhuman mana construct empowered by a avatar of heroic legend. It will be an ineffective attack and will hurt your hand more than it harms him.

"The valley's ambient mana and open nature was satisfactory to the needs of summoning and the wildlife will remove the majority of the evidence that we were even here. I have made arrangements elsewhere within the city for us to plan our future moves, but it was a unnecessary risk to alert the other Masters to its location with the initial summoning. I assume you are capable of being discrete when required, Rider?"

Click to shrink...

Astolfo giggled for a moment, slowly curling up and laughing even harder as he writhed on the floor. "AhahaHAHAHA." He wiped tears from his eyes, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. "I'm wearing medieval armour master, so if you're asking me to blend in then we'll have to go shopping. I also want a frappuccino."

The rose-coloured boy snapped his fingers, making himself invisible to most. "This will have to do until you get me some real clothes, okay?"

 

[Suzu]

"Do you know the origin of the word cemetery?" Regina asked innocently; her attention was focused on drawing a simple circle on the ground with a piece of chalk - or what appeared to be a piece of chalk.

"Ancient Greek," she answered nonchalantly, speaking to no one in particular. However, she wasn't alone. "Koimeterion can be translated as bedroom, or to be more precise, it is a place one can rest. But as the word changed, the so-called rest quickly became permanent, so to speak."

A man moved. He wanted to scream and cry for help, but neither his limbs nor his mouth could move. He was completely paralyzed. "I must admit that there's something ironic about equating "death" with the concept of "rest," she explained clinically, finally finishing the circle and throwing away the piece of chalk - or rather, a tiny fragment of a bone. "The dead do not rest. Their wishes, their desires, their grudges - all of those things persist in this world. After all, something can't come out of nothing, and therefore, something can't turn into nothing, either."

"For example," the woman pulled out a tiny knife out of her pocket, "I'm about to summon one such hungry soul to do my biding." The man felt the knife's edge press against his neck. "I'm warning you; haunting someone like me would only leave to more suffering for you, so if you want to curse someone, curse your misfortune for being such a low-life that the local magi sold you to me with no questions asked."

There, on an abandoned cemetery, surrounded by nameless graves, the man was killed. His blood spilled into the center of the white circle, triggering a chain reaction.

"Come," Regina said coldly. "I'm currently at the peak of my power, so I'm expecting a high-class Servant."

@KreenWarrior

 

[Dovahsith]

Astolfo giggled for a moment, slowly curling up and laughing even harder as he writhed on the floor. "AhahaHAHAHA." He wiped tears from his eyes, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. "I'm wearing medieval armour master, so if you're asking me to blend in then we'll have to go shopping. I also want a frappuccino."

The rose-coloured boy snapped his fingers, making himself invisible to most. "This will have to do until you get me some real clothes, okay?"

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"Your terms are acceptable, provided that you behave." Nikias stated blandly, accepting his servant's demands. Not that he had any alternatives, short of cutting off the flow of Mana, giving up his place in the Grail War and consigning all his life's work to a short, sudden end simply because he couldn't control an excitable familiar.

"We will spend the rest of the night preparing where we shall begin our future movements, then in the morning you will get your...antics out of your system for the following engagement with whatever enemy servant's we manage to track down. Agreed?"

"Dear God." He muttered as he set off down the slope's path and back towards civilization.

"I'm going to die."

 

[Terran Imperium]

(score)

A vast shaking filled the house, and in a bright flash, a figure appeared. Heralded by soft winds scented of perfume and copper. Rising from where she knelt, clad in bronze, sculpted plate and flowing red skirts, yet unarmed, the figure shook out long red hair...

Before waving, somewhat shyly. "Hello! Are you my Master, young lady?" She kicked at the intricate summoning seal with the tip of a sandal clad foot. "You can just call me Pyrrha. I'm not really anything special, but I hope we can still win!"

She seemed to eye Joan as though an apology were on a hair-trigger, or she might start crying.

"Oh, and I'm a Lancer!"

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Joan is not pleased, not at all! Her heavy scowl which scrunched up her cheeks cutely did nothing but show her discontent, her clear blue eyes were rather sharp while glaring despite her short stature.

"Pyrrha, daughter of Epimetheus and Pandora, wife of Deucalion." Joan recites out, "Deucalion, son of Prometheus, survives the flood inflicted by Zeus along with his wife. You. You are nothing notable, I barely recall you as a footnote in Deucalion's legend. How did you even ascend to the Throne? No one remembers you having done anything notable but throwing stones behind your shoulders!"

Joan is pacing, as she walks back and forth from one end of the room to another. "Let me guess from the myth, you must have at least some sort of Homonculus creation ability or considering you are a Servant, maybe they are even perfect humans? What need do I have for that? I can recruit as many as I want to throw themselves futilely away at my opponents."

Joan eventually tires out from her ranting, she sighs in exasperation. "I... I lost this war before it even started! How can I face father and mother? Let's not even mention them. That woman, she would crucify me alive for dishonouring our name... The Mechuyas? A legendary hero? What empty promises. Was it intended? A ploy to humiliate me or the Barthomeloi? I could fully push the blame on them. They're the ones who provided me with the catalyst..."

 

[Aquadragon10]

The man studies the one who is his Master. As the Grail informs him, it is traditional for a Master to confirm the class of the Servant they summoned. Yet, his seems to disregard that. Either he already planned on summoning his class, or he deemed in inconsequential to his plans. He ponders, if he should give full answer, or only partial.

No. It would be unbecoming of him to do anything less then the full recount. He straightens his pose, puts a hand over his breast and smiles, wildly, the passion clear in his eyes.

"It is twofold, my Master! First, this very tournament, this Holy Grail War! How could I not be here? Battle between legends? A display of martial skill, great mysteries clashing, epic deeds witnessed? Why, to not bear witness to such a thing would be the greatest travesty of them all!" Drawing his breath, he continues." But, should I grasp the Grail, my wish is simple, my Master. Age of Gods. I lament the end of our glorious pasts. I feel the world to be lesser for the lack of Gods and Monsters and Heroes. I wish to usher it all back! All of its good. All of its evil. Surely, mankind will rise to ever greater heights once more if it were to come back!"

He pauses, drawing his breath deeply to calm himself. Then, he adressess his Master.

"But what about you, Master? What is it that one such as you who would summon me wishes for?"

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Fascinating, absolutely fascinating. Usire's eyes gleamed at what his servant had declared. It was very interesting. And it seemed more useful. Still, with Caster (or saber but it didn't matter to him) on his side, he planned new ideas now. For once in his life Usire grinned.

"My original dream was to reach the Root or do something else with it. But your wish ... your desire outshines all of that." he stopped as the scientist and magus in him took over. "The possibilities are endless, new avenues of research to explore, new ways to prove my theories are right." He stopped mumbling to himself and turned back to his servant.

"I believe we have just found ourselves a common goal Caster. Now then, let us resurrect the Age of the Gods." Madness gleamed in his eyes as a new goal had come to him.

I mean madness is normal for someone working at Atlas but Usire's had peaked greatly.

 

[Theravis]

Joan is not pleased, not at all! Her heavy scowl which scrunched up her cheeks cutely did nothing but show her discontent, her clear blue eyes were rather sharp while glaring despite her stature.

"Pyrrha, daughter of Epimetheus and Pandora, wife of Deucalion." Joan recites out, "Deucalion, son of Prometheus, survives the flood inflicted by Zeus along with his wife. You. You are nothing notable, I barely recall you as a footnote in Deucalion's legend. How did you even ascend to the Throne? No one remembers you having done anything notable!

Joan is pacing, as she walks back and forth from one end of the room to another. "Let me guess from the myth, you must have at least some sort of Homonculus creation ability or considering you are a Servant, maybe they are even perfect humans? What need do I have for that? I can recruit as many as I want to throw themselves futilely away at my opponents."

Joan eventually tires out from her ranting, she sighs in exasperation. "I... I lost this war before it even started! How can I face father and mother? Let's not even mention them. That woman, she would crucify me alive for dishonouring our name... The Mechuyas? A legendary hero? What empty promises. Was it intended? A ploy to humiliate me or the Barthomeloi? I could fully push the blame on them. They're the ones who provided me with the catalyst..."

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The young girl's eyes start to water.
"I'm SORRY! I can be useful, really! I... I know Pankration! I'm pretty fast! And, I... I don't show up as a servant either! See, use your master sight on me!"

She's actively weeping at this point.

"Just please don't be mad at me?"

The apologies and sobbing continue, fitfully.

 

[Treeksey]

"Your terms are acceptable, provided that you behave." Nikias stated blandly, accepting his servant's demands. Not that he had any alternatives, short of cutting off the flow of Mana, giving up his place in the Grail War and consigning all his life's work to a short, sudden end simply because he couldn't control an excitable familiar.

"We will spend the rest of the night preparing where we shall begin our future movements, then in the morning you will get your...antics out of your system for the following engagement with whatever enemy servant's we manage to track down. Agreed?"

"Dear God." He muttered as he set off down the slope's path and back towards civilization.

"I'm going to die."

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Astolfo snickered the entire way down the street, his arms behind his head while he listened to the mute sounds of the night. "Don't worry so much master! Je suis plus capable que tu pense!"

He made sure to gaze through the wilderness as they walked. "Are we gonna have a secret lair? It'd be so freakin' cool! Like secret agents!"

"Oh! Would you like to meet Beaumont? He's my trusty steed, he comes with me everywhere look!" Without hesitation Astolfo summoned the large hippogrif, riding it as they rode along. "He's super cute isn't he! Beaumont say hi to our master!" Beaumont nuzzled his beak against the back of Nikias.

 

[Dovahsith]

Astolfo snickered the entire way down the street, his arms behind his head while he listened to the mute sounds of the night. "Don't worry so much master! Je suis plus capable que tu pense!"

He made sure to gaze through the wilderness as they walked. "Are we gonna have a secret lair? It'd be so freakin' cool! Like secret agents!"

"Oh! Would you like to meet Beaumont? He's my trusty steed, he comes with me everywhere look!" Without hesitation Astolfo summoned the large hippogrif, riding it as they rode along. "He's super cute isn't he! Beaumont say hi to our master!" Beaumont nuzzled his beak against the back of Nikias.

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The Master was pushed almost from his feet, stumbling as he turned to give his Servant a frown of disapproval, despite the likelihood it would be ignored, assuming his servant even noticed it to begin with.

"Yes, yes, I am impressed with your Noble Phantasm." Nikias said, attempting to sound placating, hoping his servant would stop summoning mythical creatures where some random mundane would notice and he'd have to waste time tracking down to either hypnotize a memory erasure or simply kill them. "He is large...and breathing regularly. I am sure he is pleasant as a companion despite the hybrid avian/mammalian habits. Now hide him before someone notices."

 

[Terran Imperium]

The young girl's eyes start to water.
"I'm SORRY! I can be useful, really! I... I know Pankration! I'm pretty fast! And, I... I don't show up as a servant either! See, use your master sight on me!"

She's actively weeping at this point.

"Just please don't be mad at me?"

The apologies and sobbing continue, fitfully.

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"Whatever, alright," Joan says snappishly. She is still mad. Her gaze lands on her unfortunate servant, her eyes seem cloudy as her mind's eye display to her various information and the more she sees it, the more her eyes gets brighter. Her scowl is dispelled, but there is still no smile on her face. Joan wouldn't allow her emotions to be so obvious, an iron-clad control on one's thoughts and emotions is necessary for a Magus, the edges of her lips were definitely not slightly tugging up.

"I see, why didn't you say so sooner? This chamber is completely secure and isolated both with soundproof walls and several safe keeping bounded fields. Not even my servants outside could hear a thing even if an explosion were to happen here. Hmph, your personality is rather weak in comparison to your feats or is that an act? You can drop it before me." Joan, as usual, is rather merciless with her words, even if it is a Servant before her.

 

[Xasure Higeki]

As the mists of the summoning circle dissipated a laugh rang through the sparsely furnished room.

"UHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I see you're a priestess for those cross worshippers! Very well, I Archer Nobunaga, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven will allow you to be my master!"

As Nobunaga stepped forward out of the circle her form became clearer. A peaked cap with a massive golden Oda crest on the front, dark clothing in the fashion of a miltary uniform and a long grey coat over it all.

"Tell me of the modern world, I can't wait to see the new technology!"

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God ? Did I do something wrong for you to give me such an annoying spirit ?

With a sigh, she gave a short bow before introducing herself "Greetings Lady Nobunaga, I am Elize Orsola, an Executioner of the Holy Church and your master during this War. Would you prefer if I address you in your native language ? We shall talk as we wander the city to get a feel for the layout, so if you possess an ability that would allow you to be by my side without drawing attention, it would be prudent to look like me. Otherwise I will provide you with a fitting outfit."