[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag - Babylonia[/h2][/color] It struck Richard that he was about to receive a first hand account of a sorcery long thought impossible to achieve by the works of modern man, and here he was without the means to perceive or record what transpired with any more definition than the human eye offered. The thought occurred to him that he could endeavor to reinforce his ocular nerves, but just as quickly as it was thought he discarded the idea. Mysteries within mysteries was hardly a good idea when one didn't have the first inkling of an idea who this means of conveyance worked, and even if their was no risk involved, the mechanisms behind this were not likely to be the kind one perceives through the spectrum of light alone. [color=olive][i]I suppose none of this amounts to anything if we don't succeed in our endeavors. Even Sorcery amounts to nil if no one is left to fathom its depths.[/i][/color] The smartly dressed magi thought in a bemused fashion and followed in the footsteps of Keisuke to cross the threshold of time and space to land upon the sun kissed soil of a bygone era. He quickly removed his glasses as a bevy of sensory data assailed him. It was as though stepping into an alien world, distinct from what they had just departed and hitting them with all the suddenness of escaping the summer heat by stepping into an air conditioned room. On a physical level there was an indescribable crispness to the air around them, undiluted from years of industrialization and filling Richard's lungs with each joyous breath. This didn't even begin to touch upon the prana radiating from the earth and buzzing about them in a wild abundance, a veritable bounty upon the world that was likely common place during the Age of Gods. [color=olive]"Now if only we hadn't landed in such troubled times."[/color] Donning his spectacles once more, Richard adjusted his gaze to take in the more immediate and physical details of their environment, finding they were confronted by the mundane and mystical in equal measure. Spearmen where something of a concern if he didn't keep his wits about him, as any Lancer would be quick to attest to their effectiveness in the hands of both peasant and hero alike. Luckily for the inhabitants, the time displaced magi and Servants had their eyes set for the temple mount and not invasion, or things could have been dicey. [color=olive]"A-"[/color] He began to call for his servant only to let the word die on the tip of his tongue with the realization that calling out for an 'Assassin' while surrounded by paranoid soldiers could only spell disaster. Take up position two steps back and to the left of Keisuke, Richard followed suit in the pilgrimage to the ziggurats bowels whilst throwing his Servant a side long glance. [color=olive]"Partner, I'd rather we not leave a trail of deceased persons in our wake only to be greeted by an army when we endeavor to leave, so let's do as we do best and keep things...civil."[/color] [@GreenGoat] [@PKMNB0Y] [hr] [color=C71585][h2]Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia[/h2][/color] The vulpine servant had expected to come upon a miserable land, and her expectations were quickly surpassed by the macabre battlefield they settled upon. Were her master not snugly ensconced against her tail and a proud native of the Baltic regions, she may have considered making some sign of her displeasure with the local. She'd been within moments of offering to burn the many corpses littered around their feet to spare her beloved the sight of them when Seyrun directed her to demonstrate the greatness of her Master's Servant by rescuing the local hero from his perilous tryst with a possible Valkyrie. This was not the situation Tamamo had expected to be thrust upon her, but the Caster would be damned if she disappointed Seyrun straight from the get go. [color=C71585]"I'm deeply touched by your concern for me, Master, but I will not be felled so easily. If Yomi could not part me from your embrace, what hope does this Valkyrie have against us!?"[/color] Wisdom dictated that sending one of the knight's in to aid the swordsman would have been the wiser choice, though Tamamo was not one to be constrained by the logic of lesser Masters, like those who cowered behind their knight while spewing fire with reckless abandon. Nor was she the type to be usurped by a child's drawing made manifest, no matter how flawless the butler's form may have been. Without need for incantation, the Aspect of the Sun Goddess molded her prana into a trio of rectangular slips of paper fanned outwards within the palm of her hand. These ofuda glowed with a dark scarlet aura which smoldered with an intensity befitting the labors of a Caster's magecraft. [color=C71585]"Sir Swordsman, my Master has declared you to be in the right at this hour, so brace yourself for my divine intervention and don't waste this generous opportunity!"[/color] Tamamo took a step forward, her platform sandals coincidentally smashing the head of one of the stubborn deceased in a manner none too dissimilar to the butler's opening strike, and through the trio of magically charged paper to aid the swordsman. Her aim was unerring and beyond repute, sending them exactly wear Caster wished them to go. The ground five feet behind Lancer, where they blossomed outwards in a marvelous display of fire and force to throw the Valkyrie forward onto the swordsman expectant sword. Hopefully. [@KoL] [@ADamnFiddle][@Nanashi Ninanai] [hr] [color=gold][h2]Margarita Reynard - Scandinavia[/h2][/color] [color=gold]"Edaltaud. What a marvelous creation, Faust."[/color] Margarita spoke, terse but honest in her praise of Caster's creation. What weariness she may have possessed in regards to the act of summoning demons was dispelled upon finding a dapper butler where she had envisioned a towering grotesque beast of scales, horns, and rippling muscle. Add to the fact they were presently surrounded by the Dead, a sadly common occurrence in her line of work, and there really wasn't any time for doubts. The seasoned Enforcer drew out her muskets from beneath her traveling cloak, feeling a solid sense of surety wash over her as both barrels thrummed with collected prana. It was always something of a guilty pleasure to hear others in the business criticize such an ignoble choice of armament while they banded around their enchanted rings and assorted jewelry. They offered such little space to weave the magecraft and engrave runes, as opposed to the long barrel of a firearm whose insides could be blanketed in finely woven mysteries with greater density. [color=gold]"Careful with your fire. The Dead may be burn, but it is not an instantaneous demise. If they grab you, you will surely burn along with them!"[/color] Margarita barked, not in the least bit interested to be caught in such a rancid conflagration. Seeing one of their number was shaken already- A state she wouldn't readily criticize given these were extraordinary circumstances- she left the corpses in her immediate area to the demon butler while she raised Fox & Hound at those around Walgrave. A firm squeeze of both triggers sent gray orbs of condensed Ether hurtling from the barrels and through the heads of the corpses closest to him. His Servant likely would have sufficed in this matter, but assuaging the nerves of others would do well to keeping the group stable. [@VitaVitaAR] [@Beloss] [hr]