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Saber

There was naught but silence in the room, but for the sound of her Master working on something arcane. Her senses was turned outwards, trying to look for threats or anything else that might threaten her Master, thus she was immediately aware when the message appeared for her Master. The contents of the letter was unknown to her, but it was obvious what sort of letter it was from her master's reaction. An invitation of sorts, though to what, she did not know.

“Alright Saber, I have completed my work as a mage for the time being. But it appears that we have been invited to a party of sorts. Might you, a strong knight, be my escort for this 'party?'” Pausing for moment, her Master continued. “I am sorry if I had bothered you with my inquiry before. I do hope you do not hate me, but if that is the case I am sorry for my transgressions and hope we can possibly move past it. Perhaps I am getting a bit ahead of myself, but I still wish for you to attend this party with me. There might be other Masters attending as well, so it would be best for us to see the competition.”

Before? Perhaps her Master took that short bit of silence before her answer as some sort of slight. "Of course Master. I did not harbor such feelings in the first place. As thus, I would be honored to be your escort to this party."

Of course, if her Master had not thought of bringing her, she would have insisted on it, or find a way to be there without her Master knowing. There was no telling what sort of misfortune might fall upon her Master at this party or the way there.
Saber

Then... her wish was the restoration of her family. It was not a bad wish, for there were worse wishes out there. In fact, Saber could understand her Master for wanting to make that wish; she herself was impoverished, and had sought to better her fortunes before. Family was important after all.

Family...

“How about you then, Saber? I had disclosed what I want to an extent, but I had heard that most Heroic Spirits that are summoned desire something from the Grail. What would you want?

Memories of an old castle came unbidden, bringing with it the familiar smell of sweat and blood. The knight before her refused to fall, and had struck her with grievous wounds. And yet she fought on, defying her own battered body screaming in pain, inflicting wounds upon the knight to match hers. By now, both had wounds enough to fell any lesser man, but it was only a matter of time before Balyn...

"What I want from the Grail... You could say it is the restoration of my family." Glancing at whatever arcane things her master was doing, she continued."Apologies, I will leave you to your work undisturbed now."

Of course, Saber did not really leave the room, nor strayed far from her Master. There was that time she had suffered such humiliation from an accursed invisible knight after all.
Name:
Junko Grensweisse

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Appearance: Soon

Personality:
Bold and brash, but as the child of a rich family, is utterly oblivious to most things.

Background:
The Grensweisse family was an old family that traced its roots to the first Archmage Coldridia, during the founding of the Urek Kingdom. As such, they were a family that actively practices the art of magic, with most of the family members being a magician of some sort. Being utterly rich due to one of the sole source of magical goods in the Urek Kingdom, all of it's family members were expected to learn magic of some sort or the others.

This was expected of Junko as well.

However, she did not quite like all the rigmarole of being a magician as well as being taught all this literature, maths, ettiques, and all the other things a noble's daughter was expected to learn. After all, being caged up in some dreary castle was hardly what she wanted to do. So, after evading her maids, she made a masterful escape, by plunging headfirst into a cart of hay, knocking herself out on the hard floorboard, and taken by an oblivious farmer to the nearest city, Pergamon.

Equipments:
Standard armor pieces, well made but nothing special. A longsword, also well made. She avoids bringing anything that has her family's coat of arm on it.

Powers/Abilities: Pyromantic magic. She is hardly skilled in it, having learned only to channel her mana to manifest as flames. There is no incantations or actual spells that she actually knows of save small ones like Ignite.


Etherea

A world where elves, dwarves and magic still existed. Though magic had all but disappeared, the other races still mingled with the humans, conducting trades and the likes. Wizards and witches, people who practices magic was rare, and there were parts of the world that had never seen magic at all. While it was at a time that one could call 'peace', it was still a rather tumultuous time for the people on Etherea. Kingdoms warred with each other, elves and dwarves hated each others guts, and random villagers still complained about how dingoes ate their babies.

We are the adventurers that resulted as a product of this time. Whether freelance mercenaries, bold explorers of dungeons, or just some travelers braving the bandits and thugs of the poorly patrolled roads to sell some trinkets, we were called adventurers. There was no shortage of things to do, from dragons infesting a mountain, some cursed object spewing out goblins to the occasional giant chicken hunt. However, not all adventurers lived to a ripe old age. Live expectancy for someone who regularly risked their lives was low after all, and that's not even counting the myriad dark plots some adventurers may get tangled in, some having been spun for ages. Living past middle age was rare, and actually retiring was rarer, much less retiring in luxuries.

Not that it will stop us from trying though.

We start in Pergamon, a city in the Urek Kingdom, a bustling hub smack dab in the middle of a major trade route. The world will be constructed as we go along, as well as most of the lore and history of the world.

***

To those few curious souls that clicked on this, this is a just for fun RP I made for the purpose of rping with a friend, but instead of writing, we use drawings instead, hence why it was placed in Advanced. It may have some more people joining in(slim as it may be), but I will still hold out hope and place it here instead of 1x1. And no, I am not accepting any more people thats not from my skype group. Maybe there will be exceptions to the rule. Maybe.

As of now, the only other player is @ruinedblade
Uhm. @Cuccoruler is not advancing the plot or at least interjecting? Coz this will probably lead to someone being killed pretty soon.
@ACHTUNG
Terra Breaker

Her temper was already flaring when that idiot girl challenged her directly, staring straight into her eyes, but when she started on some drivel...

"You..." Terra wore a look of utter disgust, unable to really believe what she was hearing. "How stupid can you be? It was just a 'beast' you say? That 'beast' could tear apart a normal person with barely any trouble. That 'beast' could multiply itself every time it gets injured enough. How much chance does a normal person, even armed with a gun and well trained, would stand against that? Without people like us, without people with powers granted to them, that 'beast' would have multiplied, and be feasting on the entirety of London in just a few minutes. There are demons far worse than that dumb creature, and you dare stand here speaking of your books, dismissing them as a threat?"

It took all of her self-control to not just pick that idiot girl up by the ankles and started swinging her around while screaming bloody murder. It was just unfathomable that one could not see the dangers of even the lowest and dumbest of the demons. "Get out," Terra spat. "Get out of here, before I throw you off the building myself."
wow pls no lewd

this is a family rp ;w;
Nah man, gotta wait for the other people post. Else the IC will start getting cluttered up with our posts alone.
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