Name: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Luminosit%C3%A..
Quote:
“Here's the work of the Lord!”
“My flag, defend our brethrens!"
"Luminosité Eternelle!”
Rank: A
Type: Barrier
Range: Short
Description:
Luminosité Eternelle: God is Here With Me ( 我が神はここにありてリュミノジテ・エテルネッル , Waga Kami wa Koko ni AriteRyuminojite Eterunerru ?) is the battle standard of Joan of Arc, the holy battle flag that she kept by her side all her life. Incidentally, Jeanne uses this flag mostly to attack in battle. “There’s a spear-point at the tip, so it’s a divine sign that this flag should be used to strike the enemy,” is what she says as an excuse each time one of the Servants she passes judgement on protests about it. It is her main weapon, kept in place of a sword on the battlefield, still potent enough to easily destroy Dragon Tooth Warriors, block strikes from enemy Servants, and pierce through obstacles with its tip.

The flag had inspired and uplifted her soldiers who had believed a saint walked amongst them, said to have continually protected her as she ran ahead in battle as the vanguard. There are various theories about the flag’s design, with many popular suggestions featuring angels or flowers (specifically, the iris flower). The Noble Phantasm is the crystallization of the legend of Joan of Arc waving her flag on the battlefield and fighting to the very end with hardly any wounds. By planting it into the ground, tightly grasping it, and activating it as a Noble Phantasm, it converts her EX-rank Magic Resistance into protection against all harm, both physical and spiritual. However, each time she uses it, she accumulates damages, so naturally she can’t withstand an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm multiple times in a row.[3] The protection is initiated by an angel's blessing, and it is centered around the flag within a range of 10. It brings about a light that completely isolates anyone within it and cuts them off from their surroundings, much like the divided water from the myth of Moses splitting the Red Sea. It is potent enough to isolate Ruler, Sieg, and Rider of Black from even the powerful final strike of Berserker of Red's Noble Phantasm, Crying Warmonger, that devastates the land and destroys half of Yggdmillennia's fortress without any harm coming to them. The downside to the ability is that the damage accumulates within the flag, causing it to begin to tear as she uses it, so naturally, she can't withstand an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm multiple times in a row. Also, only Heroic Spirits who had witnessed Jeanne’s legend in life—in other words, only Gilles, in his past form as a Marshal of France, can use this Noble Phantasm besides Jeanne.

Name: Sword of Saint Catherine
Quote: "Blade of God smite the enemys of our lord!"
Rank: C
Type: Short
Range: Short
Description: A weapon wielded by Saber though she never swung it in life. It is a sword that is tuned with the spirit of the fair maiden who now wields it. It serves a focal point for magical energy allowing her to channel her mana through the blade for more devastating strikes and to conjure flames into it. At the expense of great pain, and mana she can discharge it into a powerful medium range bubble of prana energy to hurt enemies though it is seldom used.

Casual Attire:

Viable catalysts include Remains of the Trojan Horse (used for all Servants connected in any way to the Trojan War), Remains of Hippolyta's Axe, or The Mask of Agamemnon.

Despite her vengeful nature, if Clytemnestra ever got the Holy Grail, her only wish would be to see her daughter Iphigenia again.

The capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear and become extremely difficult to be detected. The Rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.

The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master. At Rank B, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for 2 days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving Mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage.

A composite Skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify an army or country. Increases the ability of allies during group battles. Having been the Queen of Mycenae during her lifetime, Clytemnestra naturally possesses this Skill. However, its Rank is quite low due to the people of Mycenae’s scorn over her sacrilegious actions, including the killing of their celebrated King.

Despite Clytemnestra being born from human parents, her sister, the famous Helen of Troy, was said to have been fathered by Zeus, who appeared to her human mother in the form of a swan, seducing and impregnating her. Clytemnestra possesses a miniscule Rank of Divinity by being born from the same womb as Helen.

Clytemnestra’s personal Skill. It encompasses the unyielding belief that the self acts on a higher sense of justice, making all their actions “right” by default. Clytemnestra views herself not as a “petty woman” for her crimes, but as an instrument of that very justice. Servants possessing this Skill will always have a Lawful Neutral alignment, regardless of their actions. Makes it highly possible to completely resist charming, suggestion, temptation, mental corruption or alignment-altering magic.

Name: Labrys, the Axe that Slew a King

Quote: N/A

Rank: C

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1

Description: A ceremonial, double-bitted axe used by Clytemnestra to slay her husband Agamemnon. According to Greek myth, it is actually the legendary axe of the Queen of Amazons, Hippolyta, and has been wielded by remarkable Heroes of the Age of Gods, including Heracles. Had it materialized as the Noble Phantasm of a stronger Servant, its Rank and relative power would have been a lot higher. However, Clytemnestra, who was never trained as a warrior, in addition to being summoned under the weaker Assassin Class, is unable to unlock its full potential.
One of the armaments Clytemnestra is summoned with as a Servant is her special veil, which she calls “Imatio Thanatou”, aka “the cloth of death”, the cloth net she used to entangle Agamemnon before killing him. Clytemnestra can combine that net with her Noble Phantasm to great effect, making up for her lack of raw power. For as long as the net entangles them, the target is unable to escape or resist their murderer, and their attempts to free themselves become more difficult, requiring Agility, or Luck check to escape properly.

Name: Erinyes, the She-Dogs of Fury

Quote: "Hear the plight of I, Clytemnestra. I am my soul, which calls to you. Do what you are. Your work. She-Dogs of Fury! ERINYES!"

Rank: B++

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: -

Description: The Erinyes (also known as the Furies) are female chthonic deities of vengeance who tracked down egregiously impious wrongdoers with their hound’s noses and tormented them to death. They are Wraith-like Divine Spirits from the Age of Gods, with snakes for hair, dog's heads, coal-black bodies, bat's wings, and bloodshot eyes. In their hands they carry brass-studded scourges, and their victims die in torment.
Clytemnestra is able to invoke the Erinyes as a Noble Phantasm, much like she did in her myth. At that moment, her target will become "cursed". The Erinyes will gather all around them and assault them from the shadows, lashing at them with their scourges and tearing at their skin with their sharp talons. Their effectiveness and the amount of damage they can do is dependent on how geared towards Evil or the Chaotic their victim’s alignment is, or how much that person has committed deplorable crimes in life. The Noble Phantasm’s Rank receives boosts accordingly. To even activate this Noble Phantasm, Clytemnestra must first witness the target having committed a horrible crime (usually murder), or alternatively she needs to have definitive proof that the person has committed horrible crimes in the past (usually murder).
The Erinyes are independent Spirits possessing what equates to a Rank A of Presence Concealment, thus making it difficult to predict their attacks and guard against them. One can destroy them if their timing is good enough so as to strike them just as their Presence Concealment drops. However, their bodies will regenerate after a certain amount of time, at which point they'll immediately try to locate their victim and start tormenting them anew. Skills like Magic Resistance can lessen this curse's impact, provided their Rank is high enough. Having high defensive parameters, or possessing Skills that enhance endurance can also help lessen the damage and sustain oneself for a longer period of time than otherwise. However, if the curse is not lifted in an amount of time dependent on how capable the victim is of resisting it, they will ultimately die in agonizing pain and torment.
Once the Erinyes have found a victim to torment, they will never leave them in peace, even if Clytemnestra herself dies. For somebody to get freed completely from their curse, they would need to first pay penance for the crimes the Erinyes are accusing them of and make peace with themselves. Entering a place of holiness (such as a church) can also force the Erinyes to retreat temporarily.

Name Stalking
Rank B
Effect Something that may also be described as a wild instinct that includes magic power and the fives senses, she tracks down her master no matter how far the distance.

Name Shapeshifting
Rank C
Effect: Gives her the abilty to transform into a poisonous serpent and low ranking dragon forms (for flight) the dragons do not feature the traits commonly attributed to them and are more equaivalent to flying snakes if anything. Both forms are poisonous and the venom is a paralytic but not lethal.

Name: Flame Coloured Kiss
Rank: A
Effect: It is what Kiyohime wishes from her Master. If it means she would be able to join her lips with her Master's, she would be willing to push aside every obstacle and become Super Kiyohime-chan. The compensation would be that the future of the Master would be fixed (as a groom), but that is just a trivial risk.

Communication is perfectly established between Kiyohime and her Master, but she will treat her Master as a 'loved one' and prohibits him/her from lying. If one lies and Kiyohime definitely saw through whatever lie was said, one Command Spell is automatically consumed.

Grant her Mental Pollution of EX level but no rank up to parameters.

Strength: E
Endurance: E
Agility: C
Magical Power: E
Good luck: E
Noble Phantasm: EX

Name: Samadhi Through Transforming Flames
Quote:
“Watch over me!"
"As of now I'll eliminate the liar."
"Samadhi Through Transforming Flames!!”
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 0(minimum) - 10 (maximum *achieved through the usage of the dragons breath*)
Description:
The range of her fiery breath is her most potent aspect due to it spewing forth in a cone it allows her to easily handle single units by herself (unless they are able to regenerate the damage through some defensive noble phantasm. However, a comparison of the damage she can do is that under a constant stream of her dragon breath, she can break through anything Caledborg II can, and in same cases more. However, unlike Caledborg II who does it instantly upon impact, she requires constantly exposing the enemy to her attack.

Her upper body features two claws which in terms of cutting power function as B rank noble-phantasm swords by power alone. They have no other special features.

Both of these are base level, without factoring in the fact that she is fighting in her homeland which would naturally make it slightly strong but her legend isn't as well known so the increase is slight at best.

Her stats also change in this form to better suit her status as a phantasmal beast. They become
Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): A+
Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): A+
Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): C+
Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): B
Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E

and she gains (due to her now Dragonic blood in this state):
Magical Resistance: A

Her appearance is a large white serpentine dragon, with claws featuring only on its upper body. It is capable of flight through some arcane means. This Transformation due to the amount of mana it expedites is almost impossible for her to pull it off by herself as a servant even with soul consumption. It requires a great deal of mana from the master in order to occur and be sustained. Making it a noble phantasm that is reliant on the master to have any extreme impact.

Dragon form:

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and her first aid kit

School of Magecraft: Air/Fire

Spells that he can use without tapping into the crest:

A pair of gloves, emblazoned with a rune representing strength, they increase base strength without reinforcement, they are mostly used as backup to when he is running low to using the reinforced state but they can also increase his overall punching force by a noticeable degree, so when he's wearing them, he means real business.

He also carries with him a first-aid kit containing a mixture of items from the mundane human items, to magical pills that function as adrenaline shots in order to stabilize the critically wounded. He has Kiyohime carry it with her in order for her to better function as the support. Not to mention he has taught her basic first-aid in order to use it. If she's never going to leave his side and is weak without using her phantasm, she might as well become his field medic as he protects her.

Tabitha Morgan, born to an Irish magus mother whom had left the moment she was born and thusly never around, and a father incapable of caring for a child, even if he tried. She was put into the care of her fathers grandmother whom lived in Japan at the age of 5. Surely to a blind girl this was the beginning of the next big adventure right? In this land that seemed to like the sun. She liked the sun too. It was warm, it was nice. It was reassuring like another's gentle touch.

Turns out life thought her happiness was a bit much, at the age of 7 she was diagnosed with a neuro-degenerative disorder, in which her nerves would slowly die, leading to loss of function in her limbs, and then eventually to either a heart attack or brain death via asphyxiation but the Little Tabitha stayed hoping, her grandmother would read her bedtime stories. Telling her about storys of big hulking dragons, and beautiful unicorns and knights that would always save the princess.

She loved those stories, somedays when she was in hospital, she'd run around her ward pretending to be a queen. To which the nurses would just laugh and then inform her to be quiet, other patients had to rest too. Soon though, the news came through that her grandmother had died sometime in her sleep. Of course Tabitha cried. She cried because she had no one to look after her. She was effectively homeless at this point burning through her own limited inheritance to be able to reside in the hospital to receive treatment for herself. She put on the adoption registries at the age of 8 but nobody wanted to look after a girl that was going to die, she wouldn't make them any money in the long term, they would just get attached to her and then lose her...

Life really hated Tabitha Morgan but she still loved life.

Tabitha woke up from her sedation induced sleep. Judging by the silence, it was the middle of the night. She was feeling thirsty... If she remembered correctly the water machine was at the end of her ward. She positioned herself to the side of her bed. Dangling her feet over the end. She pushed herself gently off the bed. Her feet making a small splash...

Had the cleaners come again? She guessed they had, it'd be the only reason why water would be on the floor. She moved slowly and carefully, her hands out in front of her incase she walked into anything in order to prevent her from hurting herself. She had reached the end of the ward. The silence except for her tiptoes was frightening. Even the heartrate machines weren't making a noise. Had she gone deaf? No. She could hear her feet. Her foot stumbled on something. Someone had left out a toy? it was long and cylindrical. Probably a toy snake. She walked over it carefully, not wanting to disturb anyone. Her hand lightly grasping the water machine. She fumbled looking for a cup.

It was with this fumbling she heard a voice... in the room next to hers. Someone was recanting the words for some sort of ritual or poem to themselves, conversaing with another person that "The ritual is soon at hand my boy, soon we will have a servant.". The voice seemed happy with what it was saying. Then Tabitha accidentally dropped her cup. It then stopped and heavy footsteps coming in pairs began to be heard. The Footsteps were getting louder. She hid behind the water machine. She heard the door to her ward open, but not footsteps signifying that someone was coming in. She didn't want to get in trouble with these evil sorcerers that was in her imagination. The footsteps started again. This time the footsteps appeared to show that they were leaving the building (unbeknown to her, the man was going to grab the catalyst for his summoning.) She stepped out of her room into the hallway, the floor still wet. The cleaners had down a very good job at cleaning the floor it seemed. At least her bare-feet were getting clean in the 'water'. It was like a foot-bath.

She walked into the room the men she heard had been in. She tripped over something, long and cold. Her hands preventing her from falling on her face. She lifted her hands up and turned her head around the room only to hear that the men were coming back. Well if she was going to be caught she could at least pretend to be like them. Maybe they'll like her more.

"em, how did it go. Fill. fill. fill. fill. Fill," She began her hands dripping with 'water' onto what she didn't know as a summoning circle. "Breaking Asunder? with each filling?" She continued her voice unsure of the complete words. "Let the carda, cardan, cardinal four gates close" She was beginnning to stumble over herself as the footsteps got louder. "Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the kingdom rotate." She said as she breathed in. The man said something about declaring her vows or something like a wish. "Let it be known now that, you will serve me dutifully as a knight like I am a princess and I shall treat you kindly, we can make everyone happy is that okay? Answer if you submit to this wish?" She breathed in. "I swear to you an oath. Please don't leave me alone!" she yelled as the men opened the door to see their ritual ruined. As the beam of light showed the completion of the incarnation.

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As ritual proceeded, many strange things occured. The sound of a bell tolling began to ring. It was loud, loud enough to have shaken the blood ar the young Tabitha's feet, and yet, silent... it's as if the bell tolled in this room, and this room alone...

One, every second, until it reached it's twelfth toll. The sound of cawing and fluttering then flooded the room. One, two, up to six ravens flew out from the portal, encircling the summoning circle, cawing excitedly. It's as if they were calling for something, no, someone... A figure, a silhouette in what appeared to be armor, appeared within the circle, the light still flashing, obscuring him from any clear view. The ravens encircled him, before melding within him, with his shadow.

The light began to dim, and the figure, a knight in obsidian armor, shining like the night's sky, had appeared in the room.

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Death. Death is what called him here. The stench of death filled the air in this room, bodies everywhere, their blood forced out of their body, their souls, their essence, their prana has been used to call him forth, to have him manifested into this world, once again.

The armored figure took a step forward. In front of him, a woman who was drenched in death. No, not a woman, but a girl. A girl so close to death, she could have practically been one of the bodies in this room... but no, she was different. She was still alive... this could only have meant that she was the one who had called him forth. Yes, that's the only possibility, after all. The link has already been established, the contract filled, and all he needed was but to verify...

Voices began to speak to Tabitha, all in whispered tones. Five figures, it sounded like, spoke to her at once, incoherently. It was as if a maddening cacophony began to play in her head.

Then the sixth voice spoke, interrogatingly, yet, gentle. It was louder, much louder than the rest, and clearer... and as it spoke, the rest of the voices followed along, melodiously.

Young lady... is it you that called upon me? Are you the one that is to be my Master?

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"I did, so I guess I am-" She started about to start conversing with the voice in her head aloud but...

"What the fuck are you doing Miss!" One of the men called out, the sound of steel grating against steel could be heard as he pulled something out. "I was just trying to be like you!" Tabitha said in defence. Her wide eyes unable to actually look at anything, they were just wide in defence like she was scared of the shouting but her unfocused eyes unable to look at the eyes of the aggressor.

Her mind was in a panic, and unbeknown to her due to her complete lack of magecraft knowledge, rider could hear every single word of it. "Oh no no no no no no no. Don't hurt me please, don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong. I..." Was what was coming over the mental link between both of them. It was obviously directed at the shouting man. Who was walking over to her, and picking her up by the collar of her nightwear. "A little runt like you just ruined hours of work, We spent ages setting all this up, and a brat just comes in and ruins it, maybe if we kill you we can just start over." He said pressing something cold against the artery in her neck. The other man was at the door fearful of the armoured horseman.

The shadows began to dance within the armored figure's hands as he stepped forward. They stretche outward, molding and shaping like clay in his hand, until it became a discernable shape; a blackened, broad longsword, fit for a knight. He then closed the distance, rather quickly- he was nimble, for an armored man,- swinging his sword, and decapitating the man holding his Master with one, clean cut.

The first death he has delivered within this war. He made certain to absorb the prana of the man he killed. He had to. His Master was young, and likely won't be able to supply him with the prana he needs to stay manifested... and her life was endanger, still, as well.

The sound of running interrupted this. The other man booked it, leaving his ally to die. Such cowardice, but who wouldn't have ran when the harbinger of death stands right before you? The knight had just pointed at hand at the man's direction, and a black beast jumped out from his shadow. It growled menacingly before roaring, the roar belonging to that of a lion. It then proceeded to chase after the coward of a man, faster than any normal lion can run.

The shadowy lion found its prey, cornering him at a dead end at the end of the corridor, and proceeded to pounce on him, breaking a few of his bones. It was as if it had the combined stength of five of its kind; a phantasmal beast, and one of far greater strength than most normal ones. It roared once again, gloomy drool dripping onto the man's face, as the sound of clanking armor was heard coming down the hall between the wards. The armored Servant had walked forth, his shadowy sword shifting into what appears to be a whip fashioned from a human spine. It cracked the whip forward, calling the beast back, the lion stepping off the man and walking behind the Servant. Trailing blood for the wet bloodied floor on its 'paws'.

The man tried to crawl away, but he couldn't. His legs were broken, and so was one of his arms. All he could do was look forward at his imminent demise. There, he laid, face to face with Death itself. The knight raised his free hand, slowly, the man being startled as it rose. Then, he pointed a finger at him, and the lion's growls grew louder, as if more of them were called. Then one, two, as many as five lions leaped for the man, beginning to tear him to shreds. The last thing he saw was the knight, walking off, as his blood added to that which was already spilt.

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The Servant entered the room where the girl, his Master, had awaited him. She called him his knight, he recalled. A far cry to what he actually is, but still, she wished for one, and it would be fair enough to act upon her wishes, for the time they'll have to spend together.

"I am your Servant, Rider." The voices spoke in her head, once again. "And you are the one that is to serve as my Master in this War."

When Rider had returned, and the sounds of the lions had faded, he would find... Tabitha huddled in the corner with her eyes wide open in fear but staring blankly at the ground. She was unresponsive for a few moments but eventually calmed down. He was a bad man, he didn't deserve to die... But Mr Knight had to protect her... "Master?" She said trying to look in a direction where he thought he would be, but slightly off, due to him speaking through the mind and not through his mouth. "I'm your master...? So that makes me a queen right? or a princess? I'm a princess..." She said her innocent mind thinking of what it meant. "So, as a princess... I order you to tell about yourself after I tell you about me!" She said loudly, the only person whom would even be able to hear in the hospital floor was rider. No help would come. She was alone with the servant she had unwittingly summoned.

"I'm Tabitha Morgan, A 9 year old girl. This is my hospital ward. Someone left water on the floor. I'm scared. I think that man was trying to hurt me." She said quickly without pause between her sentences as if her lungs would burst, telling the servant about herself in order to break the mood and try to make it slightly more happy. It was getting sad. Tabitha didn't like sad. "Just... Take me on an adventure before I end up leaving this world..." She finished quietly.

Rider groaned. Or at least, that's what he would have done, in the event he had a head. His Master is wholly inexperienced, and by the looks of it, blind, at that. She even thinks the blood on the floor is water. Rider felt as if this war will be a short one for him. He always has the worst luck, it seemed...

But still, it's rare that he would be summoned at all. He's already a hero that bridges on the rules for the Holy Grail War, anyway. Rider detests his form, and if he were to ever obtain his godhood back, he'll have to win. He'll have to at least try, even with a crippled Master.

Rider resolved to take her to the Church, so that she could learn more about the War from its Overseer while he thought of what to do next. She'll have a safe place to stay, at least for the beginning of the War

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Tabitha would hear the sound of sinister magecraft shifting, as if from a cartoon, before the slight galloping of an animal, followed by a neigh. A horse, from out of nowhere. Rider has already been mounted on the horse, and put his hand out.

"Take my hand, then, Master. I will take you somewhere safer..."

Name: Coiste Bodhar - Phantasmal Direhorse

Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1 - 50
Maximum Targets: 6

Description: Takes the form of a pack of six demonic horses with glowing red eyes mounted by Rider. They are actually split bodies of Rider. Because of this, they cannot possibly be separated from him.

An embodiment of Rider's legend as a courier of death. When not manifested, they appear as a shadowy horse figure melded with Rider's shadow. Seperation of up to five horses is possible, although Rider must either remain mounted on one, or keep one within his shadow at all times. Their shape isn't limited to a horse, being able to take the shape of any beast Rider deems fit for the circumstances. Hounds, rats, or even sharks are an example, so long as the amount is limited to six bodies. They share perception with Rider, although their presence can be easily detected. This, along with their lack of long range, makes this Phantasm unsuitable for spying tasks.

Individually, they are weaker than a Servant, although they are as strong as the animal they split themselves to, being potentially able to overwhelm a human. They can combine their bodies with each other in order to increase their strength, wirh the cost of reducing their strategic advantage in numbers.

Name: Capall Bhais - Harbingar of Death

Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1 - 2
Maximum Targets: 1

Description: This Noble Phantasm can only be active once two certain conditions are met: Rider must have managed to pin his target beneath his mount, and Rider must know their true name. Rider's limited speech only allows him to speak the name of one whose death he heralds, which he utilizes in this Noble Phantasm. All of the other five Coiste Bodhar begin to coil around the pinned target, enveloping him/her in shadows. When Rider invokes the name of the target, and the name of the Noble Phantasm, it inflicts death upon the target. While the target is enveloped in this darkness, no other being, Servant or not, may interfere or interact with the target. Rider, on the other hand, can be interrupted from using this ability.

This ability, once active, cannot be nullified no matter how high the target's Magic Resistance is, as it is a form of heralding one's fate rather than Magecraft. Those with a high Rank of Saint and/or Protection of the Faith may be able to nullify this ability. A LCK check may also nullify this ability. Those who manage to escape this ability through these methods are immune to this Noble Phantasm until the dawn of the next night, for the Horseman only calls for the deaths of wayward souls at night.

Believed to be a type of unseelie fairy, described as a headless person dressed in black armor and carrying its head under one arm.

The headless horseman appears as an omen of death to families in Ireland. He is possessed of supernatural sight. Legends said that when the headless horseman stops riding, that is where a person is due to die. He calls out their name, at which point they immediately perish. All gates fly open to let rider and coach through, no matter how firmly they are locked, so no one is truly safe from the attentions of this fairy.

In fear of the headless rider, men alone in the fields at night cower behind the bushes because of his reputation with a whip, made from the spine of human corpses. With his whip he can accurately remove the eyes of all mortals foolish enough to spy on his ventures. Since he has no head, he is somewhat defective in his physical sight and the dullahan resents those with skilled vision.

The dullahan has limited speech. He can only speak once on each journey he undertakes, and that is when he pulls up a home and calls out the name of the person who is dying.

Incidentally, there is a theory among modern scholars, which defends that the dullahan was not some Grim Reaper-like figure that robbed human lives, but rather something more closely resembling the Valkyries of Norse Mythology: a spirit that had the role of leading the souls of people to the other world.

In truth, the origins of the headless knight are the embodiment of an ancient Celtic god, Crom Dubh, or Black Crom, also known as Crom Cruach. Crom Dubh was worshipped by the prehistoric king, Tighermas, who ruled in Ireland about fifteen hundred years ago and who legitimized human sacrifice to heathen idols. He was venerated as a fertility god. At the same time, he was the god of heaven. This is a stereotype that repeats itself over and over again in Africa, through Egypt and many more countries. One finds this stereotype in the concept of Crum Dubh. He was both a fertility and a seed god. He was represented with seed carried on his back. He is often personified as grain.

It is described that Crom Dubh demanded human lives each year, the most favored method of sacrifice was decapitation. The worship of Crom continued in Ireland until the sixth century, when Christian missionaries arrived from Scotland. They denounced all such worship and under their influence, the old sacrificial religions of Ireland began to lose favor. In later times, he came to be considered an evil god as Christianity spread through Europe as part of the suppression by Christians of the worship of Pagan deities. The element "dubh" (black, dark) had sinister connotations in Christianity, this also perhaps leading to a large part of the eventual association.

Nonetheless, Crom Dubh was not to be denied his annual quota of souls, and was believed that he took on a physical form which became known as the dullahan or far dorocha (meaning dark man), the tangible embodiment of death.

With times, the believe of the populace has reduced what once was a proper Divine Spirit, what had became god after becoming objects of worship, into an "anti-hero closer to a monster", an anti-hero who became as such due to the dark thoughts of humans. The more the folklore spread, the more the thought of populace implanted into his legend. Thus, the headless horseman was born.

Gan Ceann, meaning "without a head" in Irish, has become the truest name associated with him. His old true name as a god, Crom Dubh, has long since been reduced to almost nothing due the believe of the populace.

When using these spells, Kaldera must be completely focused on using the spells, if interrupted in any way the spell is broken, the chains no longer penetrate into the magical circuits and the magus can once again use magic, if anything they will feel pain from it.

Also if high enough magical attack or defense, it can be dodged or deflected.

Li Shuwen

Lancer's True Name is Li Shuwen, a legendary martial artist from China who, despite born in modern times, carved many legends. A Chinese martial artist from Yanshan County, Hebei - Cangzhou (1864~1934). Having been born in the deathbed of the Qing Dynasty, Li Shuwen distinguished himself soon after beginning to take lessons in Bajíquán, ascending to the point of being extolled as the strongest in the history of Chinese martial arts. A prominent martial artist in the history of Chinese martial arts, renowned as "a second strike is needless, so long there is one it will suffice". Otherwise he is known as Demon Fist Master of the Bajíquán. Rather than learning 1,000 techniques, he personified a literal one-hit kill by thoroughly polishing up a single technique.

The progenitor of the Li clan's branch of Bají, Li Shuwen excelled in the use of spear to the point of being nicknamed "Divine Spear Li". The "Six Harmony Great Spear" that he used was a basic weapon of the Bají-branch and, if one is to accept this extreme logic, it can be said that the unarmed techniques of the Bají-branch (the Bajíquán) are nothing but preliminary steps to learn the techniques of this great spear.

It is said he have brought too much hatred due to killing too many opponents and finally had his life ended by being served poison from the victims relatives.