Scraped from
here.
Floating in the nothingness
he rests.
The Throne of Heroes. The final resting place of the souls of warriors and heroes of legend: Heroic Spirits. Beings that accomplished great achievements such as saving the world and, after their death, became the object of worship and lore. As a result, they are placed outside the cycle of soul transmigration and ascend to an existence closer to Gods, in order to become a power that protects humanity in times of need. A phenomenon. A natural occurrence brought forth by the wishes of mankind.
Time has no meaning in this place outside of reality: an instant lasts forever and an eternity could be over in an instant. There are no changes, only perfection.
He supposes this is what embracing Brahman must be like. He isn't disappointed, for he
knows: at the moment of his death he joined the Throne, but he also joined his Venerable Father back in Heaven. Two different and conflicting outcomes, yet they happened at the same time.
He doesn't know how it is possible, only that it
IS. Furthermore he isn't interested in an answer: all obeys the will of Krishna and Dharma, so all that happens is supposed to happen. What matters for him is to perform his duty as a protector: this is his role, thus he will perform it to the best of his abilities.
Besides answering the calls of those who pray for him and sending his wisdom and protection there is another event which is known to all the inhabitants of the Throne of Heroes.
The Holy Grail War: a grand ritual made by modern magi, it summons Heroic Spirits in tangible bodies to do battle. The reward for the last survivor and thus victor is a single wish of unlimited potential. Many eagerly await their chance to be summoned, to fix something which they had not been able to in life or to simple battle against worthy foes.
He isn't sure how to feel about it. His life was filled with misfortune and he died a tragic fate, yet he regrets nothing. How could he? He had a loving family, many great and loyal friends and until his death he managed to never break his sworn word. Surely a man couldn't ask for more?
But if he would be forced to choose one...he would ask for a rematch with his little brother. A fair one this time, where they both could do their best without the heavy weight of responsibility on their shoulders. He smiles. Yes, that would be nice.
His musings are interrupted when he feels another call: power reaches out through the ether, crossing the impossible distances of the immaterial plane to its destination, manifesting as a bright light in the nothingness before him.
He prepares himself to answer, when he stops. There is something strange with this call, it has more depth and power behind it than usual. A summoning? Furthermore, this power is so familiar...
The brightness increases.
'Father?' He thinks, but soon realize that, although it's similar to his Venerable Father's power, it's also fundamentally different. Intrigued he reaches out to touch the presence: like it was only waiting for him the light grows, enveloping him in a kind and warm brilliance.
"Please..."
Who is speaking? It sounds female, regal and proud, yet her voice is tinged with love and anxiety.
"I beg of you, please protect them and save their home."
Such tenderness...like the touch of a mother.
"I can't do it. He is preventing me for interfering. If His plans come to fruition all will be lost."
The brightness increases, hot energy roaring like a primordial flame flowing into him.
"I don't want to involve others, but this is the only alternative. You are the only one who I can ask, the only one with a chance of succeeding."
Even if the specifics escape him, the gist of the request is clear. He doesn't sense a single trace of lie in the other presence's words.
"Please, you are their only hope. They need a Hero."
Someone needs his help. How could he refuse?
"Worry not." He speaks, forcing his words out of the whirlpool of raging power with all the strength of his presence. "I heard your plea and found no lies in it. You speak the truth. Therefore it's my sworn duty to answer. You, who wish for life, know that I will do all its in my power to grant your desire. This I swear."
There is a pause, then the voice speaks again, relief evident in her tone.
"Thank you...
...Karna..."
The world
explodes.
[*]
He slowly opens his eyes, savoring for a moment the feelings only those with a solid body could enjoy, like the coolness of the air on his skin, the softness of the earth below him and the smell of healthy grass.
"Uhm...it is good to be back." He whispers with a tone full of fondness. He is resting supine on a bed of grass, his back leaning on the truck of a tree as if sleeping.
With a swift and cat-like movement he stands up, piercing blue eyes inspecting his surroundings. "No summoning circle...no summoner...This is indeed a strange summoning. I don't even know who and what I am supposed to protect." He muses with a faint smile.
"I suppose for now I will try to find where I am." He decides, not one to be fazed by such minor inconveniences.
"What is certain is..." He turns and admires the spectacle before him. "This is indeed a beautiful place."
He is...
[] In a field full of tall sunflowers.
[] In a very dark forest. Many presences can be felt, not all of them friendly.
[] In a forest with a very high concentration of magic in the air
[] In a forest of very tall bamboos. One could easily get lost in there.
[] In a field full of lilies-of-the-valley.
Also, it's...
[] Daytime.
[] Nighttime.
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With all the hints I put I will be sorely disappointed if nobody will correctly guess the setting.
What else? Ah yes: good luck. You will need it.
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INDEX
Stage 1:
Arrival,
Sunflowers,
Event Interrupt: Faeries,
Flower Master,
A Champion's Spirit,
Explaining Gensokyo,
Spell Cards system
Interlude:
Scarlet Weather
Stage 2:
Youkai Mountain,
Disciplining Unruly Fellows,
Lady of Misfortune,
Dance of Sun and Rain
Character Sheet
Gensokyo's Map
Danmaku Rules
Physical Prowess