[centre][h1][color=00aeef]Ludwig Von Gravenheim Krauste[/color][/h1][/centre]
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Ludwig's eyes grazed over the area, eyes wide in astonishment at what sort of laboratory had been set up. The plant was what was piquing his interest more. A plant that could dig into the rocks and dry land, without any sort of nutrients from soil? It was simply...odd. The man Xerxes, he was odd as well. Persian descent was what he had gathered so far, the name Xerxes resembled that of the ancient man Ludwig had heard about when researching servants.

With the curtain drawn, Ludwig's eyes shot back to Xerxes, his time of revelation and thinking cut short by the man's need to continue on the conversation. [color=00aeef]"Raise your own chickens? My, that was not what I took you for at all Xerxes,  my apologies, I myself never had chickens so eggs was never much on the table."[/color] he let out a short laugh and shook his head. Living in a cave? And here he took this Xerxes as some fancy royal magus.

He smirked at the mention of the mind controlled master. That had been on his mind all night, and truth be told he wanted to see the man's reaction to Xerxes after the effects were worn off. [color=00aeef]"Ah yes, the foolish man who claimed that he had summoned the mighty Heracles! I'm glad you were able to remove his mental interference's, I worried my methods would be too brutal on the poor man's mind, I'm right in saying he possesses no magical circuits whatsoever?"[/color]

He watched Berserker from the corner of his eye, finding it amusing that such a mild mannered and thought out man that Xerxes appeared to be would have such a relentless and somewhat 'slow' servant like berserker. Of course he was a great Servant as was plain to see, but from what he had learned, the Grail chose who was perfect for you when it came to compatibility. So far him and Archer weren't incompatible, they just never had much time to chat.

Xerxes started talking and he raised a brow, subconsciously tightening his mask at the mention of his family's name. People were killed...whatever did he mean by that. He brushed it off and decided it was best to follow through with the comments on his own motives. [color=00aeef]"You know about the Krauste family? My, I knew my involvement in this war wasn't a secret but you must have done your research. Yes it is true, the lab at home is perfect, secluded, ingredients abound in the wildlife but...."[/color] he trailed off, his mind interrupted by a recent memory he was already trying to erase. [color=00aeef]"The family sought to have a participant in this war, myself, a potion crafter, would normally not be an option, but circumstances brought them to want me to participate. Truth be told Xerxes, I don't aim for victory in this war, I don't have much of a wish to put forward in the end. I barely know how this works truth be told, all I'm here for is to make up for something I have done. If I survive this war, that's my goal. If I win, Archer may have her wish, you and Suzaku too, hence why i saw this alliance fit."[/color] 

He paused and turned to Xerxes. [color=00aeef]"I have another reason I am here, I needed certain ingredients only this war could provide, I'm making something some may call, Taboo."[/color] he looked to Xerxes with a curious look before continuing his rambling. [color=00aeef]"Alas, you know me but I do not know you, tell me, what was it like back in Persia and what brings you to this battlefield of the magus"[/color]


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[h1]Lady Trieu[/h1]
[h3]Forest Near The Coast, North Moor, Shinto - 
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Trieu had spent the night guarding her master. Wondering the moors as her master set up their workshop. She enjoyed her company, but she worried she was being too in over her head. At no point did this Polish woman strike her as a warrior set out to conquer her dreams and find her goal at the end of this onslaught. yet she was impressive, her skills was something that she herself could not commit herself to undertaking and for that she was grateful with such a master.

She looked down at her master on her back and gave her a sincere smile, crouching down beside her and listening to what she had to say. It was cute that it had bothered her, she really did not care for the official bonds and titles of master and servant, another aspect she was proud of her Master for. She let out a solemn sigh and stood up look down at her. This place, it was set up to protect from Masters and Servants, it was definitely the goal of her master, and looking at her exhausted body she knew she wanted to rest but wanted Rider to explore.

For that she was grateful.

[color=2e3192]"Very well Master, if you feel safe here I shall set off. I will not travel far but if I am too far away to aid you, please do not hold off on using a command seal to summon me back"[/color] She announced as she got to her feet and began to walk. [color=2e3192]"May the gods be kind to you Master, and may they shine on our victory, I will return soon."[/color]

With that she departed, her two swords by her side and her hope with her master. When she fought, she would be defending her, always.

[h1] Eastern Farms [/h1]

She found herself walking to the harbour, passing through the farms as she did so. Something felt off about this city of Fuyuki. Yes it was an Asian city, but it did not remind her of home. She missed Vietnam and she hoped, when this war was over she could visit it again. For now, japan was her battleground and she would make all those that stood in her way pay. 

Eyes wide open and moving elegantly she strode through the farms. Slowly, she began to stop. There was a lack of animals around these parts, she could tell that was unnatural even here. She was hoping to hear bustle from this place called Shinto town, but again  nothing. Somebody around these parts was up to something. With a deep sigh she drew her First Sword. Advancing towards the Harbour, anyone in the Farms or the Harbour would feel a strange sensation in their minds as the mental interference started weak, but it would grow stronger. She was tired of being on the sidelines, now she would see what the competition was.