Hadiz
The Final Solution. To Others.
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- Somewhere.
Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)
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False Start
[X] Form a whip of Mercury and lash Rider's horses, trying to stampede them towards Aaron.
--[X] As they charge, do a back flip out of the Chariot while flipping Aaron the bird.
---[X] Use your Magecraft to survive the fall and land on near Achilles.
You turn to stare at the horses, a plan already forming in your head.
Rider's proved useless, in spite of being Achilles of all Heroic Spirits, and now it's just you against the invisible Servant that had dispatched Rider with ease. And Aaron Gentles Yggdmillenia, whom your Master had warned you to avoid at all costs. You didn't have time to think as you took stock of your options.
You could jump, and attempt to rejoin Rider. You estimated your chances of having enough prana to ensure you survived the fall before, completely unbidden, the image of a rocket smashing into you in comedic slow motion imposes itself over your minds eye.
You could use your prana to use your lifeblood to disable the rocket launcher, and the previous image is joined by one of the two juggling grenades before tossing them into the chariot while laughing uproariously at the resulting explosion.
Fuck. That.
You channel prana through your veins, and a thin tendril of mercury shoots out from your outstretched palm, snapping at the hides of the beasts drawing Trois Tragoidia.
"Go! Run them down!" You shout, and the giant animals merely turn to glance at you, bored.
Why isn't it working?!
…Oh
You grab the reins, snapping them almost sheepishly, and instantly the horses seem to respond to your will, pulling the chariot around. As the mount completes a short circuit, circling around to face your enemies, you catch the blond magus standing there patiently, weapon still trained upon you.
"Are you done?" He asks, almost curiously. Your eyes narrow.
You crack the reins once more, and wind gathers at the hooves of the three horses before you, now flaring with mana. Another snap, and the chariot lurches forward, driving straight towards where the Master and presumably the Invisible Servant stood arrogantly, facing you. You look to the ground, and then at the ether-enriched quicksilver wrapped around your arm. Your blood.
You jumped back even as Xanthos, Balius, and Pedasos neighed and charged forward, falling through the air with an awkward backflip, your middle finger defiantly directed towards the older magus.
You don't see what happens next. As when you complete the flip, the wall of the building in front of you takes up the entirety of your vision, a solid dull red mass of brick.
Time for one more trick. The mercury on your arm shifts, transforming into a gleaming metal trowel. You lunge, shoving the appendage into the building, turning away even as bits of broken brick and mortar begin assailing your face during your descent. Unfortunate victims of your scheme to arrest your momentum and ensure your survival. After a brief, violent few seconds, you reach solid ground, landing without making a sound
There's nothing left
"Rider!" You hiss, the last bit of magecraft almost completely drying your reserves and now barely able to focus long enough to utilize more discreet methods of communication.
Who are you kidding? You're running on adrenaline now.
You look around in the ruined alleyway, desperate for any sign of your Servant, frantically seeking him out even as you feel the ground give way.
"Here, Master." You look down at the muffled voice emanating from beneath you, spotting a familiar mop of blond hair, your feet obscuring any part of his face below the temple.
You step off. Your vision dulls.
Achilles stands up.
You stare at one another for a long moment. Your breathing comes in short, heavy gasps.
"Time to run?" You ask.
You almost don't see the steam accompanying the words.
"I was just thinking the same thing." You and your Servant share a nod, followed by a quick handshake, before turning towards the alleyway, intent on escaping into the night. Only when a voice calls back down to you, leaving you cold.
"Not quite." A voice calls out from the shadows behind you. You turn, and look desperately for any sign of the approaching enemy, he must have escaped the horse's charge, somehow…
Master. Above us. You hear Rider's voice and instinctively look up, light glinting brightly off something metallic perched on the roof directly opposite you.
How nostalgic. The words leave a bitter taste, in the both of you.
"I refuse to die here." You mutter quietly. You sway slightly to the right.
"You won't leave here alive, Master of Red." The Invisible Servant replies, his voice arrogant. Cocky.
"ON THAT WE WILL HAVE TO DISAGREE!" A voice roars out, and in that moment a silver meteor strikes the ground a few feet ahead of you, creating a massive explosion that obscures your other senses even as you attempt to shield your eyes from the onslaught of debris. You blink as the dust settles down, and see a figure standing in the epicenter of the destruction. Shrouded in grey steel, their bulky armor obscuring all their features. But even so, they move with an almost catlike grace towards a shining silver sword, buried within a crater ahead of them. With absolute ease, the weapon is drawn from the earth and leveled forward. Pointing at…something.
Another Servant.
Possibly of Red.
Rider approaches you, standing by your side even as he focuses on the new arrival, "Are you Saber of Red?" He asks. You can not see his expression
"Indeed." The figure ahead of you responds, his voice obscured by a metallic tinge, "Although I had honestly expected better from the Hero Achilles. To allow your Master to reach such a state is most pitiful for a Servant. I shall have to re-evaluate my hopes for this Red Faction."
Rider turns to look at you.
Another explosion echoes down from above, and then-"HALT! You dare flee from a fight between Heroic Spirits, Assassin?!"
"Perhaps, Saber of the Red. But I have more pressing engagements to attend to." A loud metallic groaning is Saber's only reply as their legs twist, cracking the earth with the force they exude upon it, simply launching in some random direction, halting in midair as they swing their blade down against something you could not see.
The enemy Servant. You take one last, shuddering breath.
You take a step forward, seeking to escape the coming carnage. Only your foot slips on the ruined ground, and as you fall headfirst to the ground, darkness fills your vision.
What do you see?
[] The Lion, dragging out the unseen foe
[] The Old Man, facing the worthy adversary
[] The Prince, observing the powerful enemy
[] The Ruler, who only ever had one opponent
--[X] As they charge, do a back flip out of the Chariot while flipping Aaron the bird.
---[X] Use your Magecraft to survive the fall and land on near Achilles.
You turn to stare at the horses, a plan already forming in your head.
Rider's proved useless, in spite of being Achilles of all Heroic Spirits, and now it's just you against the invisible Servant that had dispatched Rider with ease. And Aaron Gentles Yggdmillenia, whom your Master had warned you to avoid at all costs. You didn't have time to think as you took stock of your options.
You could jump, and attempt to rejoin Rider. You estimated your chances of having enough prana to ensure you survived the fall before, completely unbidden, the image of a rocket smashing into you in comedic slow motion imposes itself over your minds eye.
You could use your prana to use your lifeblood to disable the rocket launcher, and the previous image is joined by one of the two juggling grenades before tossing them into the chariot while laughing uproariously at the resulting explosion.
Fuck. That.
You channel prana through your veins, and a thin tendril of mercury shoots out from your outstretched palm, snapping at the hides of the beasts drawing Trois Tragoidia.
"Go! Run them down!" You shout, and the giant animals merely turn to glance at you, bored.
Why isn't it working?!
Troias Tragōidia: Tempestuous Immortal Chariot
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Army
Rider's three-horsed chariot that is able to move through the sky. Summoned by whistling with two fingers in his mouth, it appears from the sky, controlled by reins on the driver's stand. It is drawn by three strong-muscled horses, two immortal divine horses bestowed by sea god Poseidon, Xanthos and Balius, and lesser than the other two, a "fine and famous" great horse pillaged from a city, Pedasos. It boasts extraordinary power, firmly charging and "riding like lightning", which is very difficult to stop. Using it, he tramples throughout the battlefield with godspeed, easily trampling one-ton golems and scraping up the ground simply from riding it, increasing in damage dealt proportionally to its increase in speed. It can be likened to a "giant galloping lawnmower" at its highest speed
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Army
Rider's three-horsed chariot that is able to move through the sky. Summoned by whistling with two fingers in his mouth, it appears from the sky, controlled by reins on the driver's stand. It is drawn by three strong-muscled horses, two immortal divine horses bestowed by sea god Poseidon, Xanthos and Balius, and lesser than the other two, a "fine and famous" great horse pillaged from a city, Pedasos. It boasts extraordinary power, firmly charging and "riding like lightning", which is very difficult to stop. Using it, he tramples throughout the battlefield with godspeed, easily trampling one-ton golems and scraping up the ground simply from riding it, increasing in damage dealt proportionally to its increase in speed. It can be likened to a "giant galloping lawnmower" at its highest speed
…Oh
You grab the reins, snapping them almost sheepishly, and instantly the horses seem to respond to your will, pulling the chariot around. As the mount completes a short circuit, circling around to face your enemies, you catch the blond magus standing there patiently, weapon still trained upon you.
"Are you done?" He asks, almost curiously. Your eyes narrow.
You crack the reins once more, and wind gathers at the hooves of the three horses before you, now flaring with mana. Another snap, and the chariot lurches forward, driving straight towards where the Master and presumably the Invisible Servant stood arrogantly, facing you. You look to the ground, and then at the ether-enriched quicksilver wrapped around your arm. Your blood.
You jumped back even as Xanthos, Balius, and Pedasos neighed and charged forward, falling through the air with an awkward backflip, your middle finger defiantly directed towards the older magus.
You don't see what happens next. As when you complete the flip, the wall of the building in front of you takes up the entirety of your vision, a solid dull red mass of brick.
Time for one more trick. The mercury on your arm shifts, transforming into a gleaming metal trowel. You lunge, shoving the appendage into the building, turning away even as bits of broken brick and mortar begin assailing your face during your descent. Unfortunate victims of your scheme to arrest your momentum and ensure your survival. After a brief, violent few seconds, you reach solid ground, landing without making a sound
There's nothing left
"Rider!" You hiss, the last bit of magecraft almost completely drying your reserves and now barely able to focus long enough to utilize more discreet methods of communication.
Who are you kidding? You're running on adrenaline now.
You look around in the ruined alleyway, desperate for any sign of your Servant, frantically seeking him out even as you feel the ground give way.
"Here, Master." You look down at the muffled voice emanating from beneath you, spotting a familiar mop of blond hair, your feet obscuring any part of his face below the temple.
You step off. Your vision dulls.
Achilles stands up.
You stare at one another for a long moment. Your breathing comes in short, heavy gasps.
"Time to run?" You ask.
You almost don't see the steam accompanying the words.
"I was just thinking the same thing." You and your Servant share a nod, followed by a quick handshake, before turning towards the alleyway, intent on escaping into the night. Only when a voice calls back down to you, leaving you cold.
"Not quite." A voice calls out from the shadows behind you. You turn, and look desperately for any sign of the approaching enemy, he must have escaped the horse's charge, somehow…
Master. Above us. You hear Rider's voice and instinctively look up, light glinting brightly off something metallic perched on the roof directly opposite you.
How nostalgic. The words leave a bitter taste, in the both of you.
"I refuse to die here." You mutter quietly. You sway slightly to the right.
"You won't leave here alive, Master of Red." The Invisible Servant replies, his voice arrogant. Cocky.
"ON THAT WE WILL HAVE TO DISAGREE!" A voice roars out, and in that moment a silver meteor strikes the ground a few feet ahead of you, creating a massive explosion that obscures your other senses even as you attempt to shield your eyes from the onslaught of debris. You blink as the dust settles down, and see a figure standing in the epicenter of the destruction. Shrouded in grey steel, their bulky armor obscuring all their features. But even so, they move with an almost catlike grace towards a shining silver sword, buried within a crater ahead of them. With absolute ease, the weapon is drawn from the earth and leveled forward. Pointing at…something.
Another Servant.
Possibly of Red.
Rider approaches you, standing by your side even as he focuses on the new arrival, "Are you Saber of Red?" He asks. You can not see his expression
"Indeed." The figure ahead of you responds, his voice obscured by a metallic tinge, "Although I had honestly expected better from the Hero Achilles. To allow your Master to reach such a state is most pitiful for a Servant. I shall have to re-evaluate my hopes for this Red Faction."
Rider turns to look at you.
Another explosion echoes down from above, and then-"HALT! You dare flee from a fight between Heroic Spirits, Assassin?!"
"Perhaps, Saber of the Red. But I have more pressing engagements to attend to." A loud metallic groaning is Saber's only reply as their legs twist, cracking the earth with the force they exude upon it, simply launching in some random direction, halting in midair as they swing their blade down against something you could not see.
The enemy Servant. You take one last, shuddering breath.
You take a step forward, seeking to escape the coming carnage. Only your foot slips on the ruined ground, and as you fall headfirst to the ground, darkness fills your vision.
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What do you see?
[] The Lion, dragging out the unseen foe
[] The Old Man, facing the worthy adversary
[] The Prince, observing the powerful enemy
[] The Ruler, who only ever had one opponent
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] The Old Man, facing the worthy adversary.
Here's hoping this means we have a proper Hassan ("Old Man of the Mountain") as Assassin of Red.
Here's hoping this means we have a proper Hassan ("Old Man of the Mountain") as Assassin of Red.
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
That description of Ruler...maybe it's the long argument I'm still stuck in, in one of the other Fate quests, but that sounds like Gilgamesh to me.
After all, he is the rules.
After all, he is the rules.
ArcticMan94
Esarus thar no'Darador
[X] The Lion, dragging out the unseen foe
Please be Mordred, please be Mordred, please be Mordred...
Please be Mordred, please be Mordred, please be Mordred...
Mortifer
Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.
- Location
- Under a rock.
A lot of invisitext here.
Illusion
Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
Hey, at least we did a sick backflip. So we got that going for us.
I feel pretty bad about having you all get rekt
So I'll just let you know that Gilgamesh's perspective is not one of those four options
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Namer
ᵘʷᵘ
- Location
- Bangladesh
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Our Saber, most likely.
Chiron? Going by the original servants. Or maybe The Old Man of the Mountain.
Very likely to be Vlad III, Lancer of Black, Prince of Wallachia, the Impaler Prince.
This could also be Mordred. One opponent referring to Arturia. But our Saber looks way too much like Mordred, so...
[X] The Ruler, who only ever had one opponent
So, we should get an outside view of the war.
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Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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- Location
- Italy
[X] The Ruler, who only ever had one opponent
