@Cu Chulainn I am guessing Odysseus is going to go out and scout/try to murder some people, while Alex sits back on his boat trying to scry on people in between episodes of The Deadliest Catch.
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@Holy Grail This seems like a perfect cut away spot to skip to the next day. You could just use his question as an ironic prompt for the time skip, since everyone knows what the answer will be.
Rostam
Edge of Meadow, Southern Forest, Town Outskirts
"Are...are you sure there is nothing you would wish of the Holy Grail? No use you can consider fighting to claim it for?"
Rostam looked back down on the small homunculus who had called him up, registering the distress in her voice. Of course it was natural for her to be upset since she had likely expended great amounts of time and effort to summon him. He scratched his beard, thinking for a moment on his current situation. Despite just meeting her, he did feel mildly obligated to the woman, she had after all summoned him, and he had been perfectly willing to follow her orders before his excellent turn of good fortune.
Besides, something else did bother him when he thought about it. The judgment of Ohrmazd had come upon him, and yet he still lived. Surely that was, to some extent proof that he still had things to accomplish in this time. While his one true wish was fulfilled, he would have been lying if he had said that he was totally free of other desires. Indeed, it was these desires that he originally believed he was seeking when he lept through time to manifest himself here.
It was only when the arrow struck him down, that he realized the true wish that had driven him to try for the grail, and then it was fulfilled.
At the same time however, those other wishes now seemed trivial. Minor whims that held little power over him. Still, the fact remained that he was alive. It would be of no sense to kill himself, or cause this girl who he did not know undue grief.
Yes, it could be said that even a minor whim was something that one could strive for if no other option presented itself. For him then, this war could be something like a fanciful expedition to a distant land when one grew bored with the pleasure gardens of the capitol.
He briefly reviewed a small checklist of things that now occurred to him which he might wish for, as a man might choose between which dessert he might eat, after having consumed a feast which had already satisfied him in every regard.
The Crystal Throne of Lohrasp was lost in this era, it would be nice to see it restored perhaps. Then there was always the possibility that some champion had been summoned who would prove interesting. That was certainly something which might be worth pursuing. Of course, if some vile servant of Angra Mainyu had been summoned in this war it would be a pleasure to slaughter them. Then there was always the prospect of sampling what new pleasures and novelties this age had to offer while he was waiting for the next battle to come.
Really, when he thought about it, continuing on in this war would at least be amusing if nothing else.
"Hmmmm." He gave Lorelei an apologetic smile, like an indulgent parent consoling a disappointed child. "Perhaps I spoke too soon. One does tend to accumulate desires after having lived for a few hundred years. I am alive still, so I suppose that I can trust that some purpose or another will manifest itself for my presence here. Very well, for now I will continue to serve you as if you were my Master, provided that you prove to be reasonable of course."
He shifted again against the tree, trying to get up. It seemed to take considerable effort, but finally he managed it, towering over Lorelei, standing on shaky feet.
He glanced over at the tremendous white horse which was grazing contentedly in the meadow a few dozen yards away. He shrugged. To keep up pretenses he should probably dismiss it at some point, but for now he saw no need. If this was to be a pleasure cruise through the modern age, then there was no sense in denying his beloved friend his grass.
If this was to be a pleasure cruise though, it would also make little sense to stay camped in the woods like this.
"Ah, my lady. Do you have any Palace or Iwan that we could stay at while we are in the country? My current injuries are irritating, and I would be greatly satisfied if I could recover in apartments appropriate to my tastes."
@Holy Grail
@Holy Grail
yeah I have another post in me today.
we will need to try and get to the time skip as soon as possible so we dont fall behind.
yeah I have another post in me today.
we will need to try and get to the time skip as soon as possible so we dont fall behind.
Walgrave
Walgrave shook his head in irritation at the sharp howling of his wolves. His flames, herto being projected in sharp probing bursts, fell short and stopped. The old magus cast a hateful glare at the offending pack leader, and then glanced over at his Servant who was still holding down the front.
It apeared now that the wolves, driven by some terrible instinct were massing to break the center of their casting formation while keeping the advanced Servants occupied. Walgrave hesitated for a moment, hand twitching as he contemplated unleashing his most devistating incantations upon the beasts. This oncoming V formation would undoubtedly be targeted by the spells of the Casters as it came on. Instead, Walgrave looked to the advanced party, specifically to Nevsky who was being hounded by one of the beasts. If he could free up him, the Rider would be able to hit the flank of the formation with a cavalry charge.
Walgrave closed his eyes, focusing on the beast that was trying to devour Riders horse, and began the incantation for unleashing his Niter Fulminate Blast. His chant rose to a hoarse shout, and with a sound like gunshot, he rained down burning steel and flame on the wolf who was trying to unhorse his Servant.
Sinfjotli
Snarling in frustration at its sudden shift to defensive action, Sinfjotli pressed his attack, running forward and thrusting his spear at the beast with ferocious rapidity. With his snakelike reflexes he focused on bringing his target to the earth with a fatal blow. He well knew the nature of wolves, and even at this moment was sure that the rest were doing something else while this one kept him occupied, but if he turned his back to rush to the larger groups aid his would simply expose his back to the formidable monster.
Relying on his great natural ability he threw his all into overwhelming the wolf's agility with his own.
@PKMNB0Y @Flamelord
@PKMNB0Y
I'm going to try and raise A Damn Fiddle one more time. Until then I will skip Pavel's post for this round. Assume he continues to spawn more illusionary solders for now.
I'm going to try and raise A Damn Fiddle one more time. Until then I will skip Pavel's post for this round. Assume he continues to spawn more illusionary solders for now.
Rostam
Edge of Meadow, Southern Forest, Town Outskirts
Slowly, as if waking from a deep sleep Rostam seemed to become aware of the small homunculus who was apologising to him. He blinked a few times, his eyes focusing on her at last as the last of his chuckles subsided.
He tried to speak, but produced only an incomprehensible gurgling noise until, clearing his throat, he spat out a huge quantity of blood and began again.
"So... I still live." The voice of Rostam was a slow sonorous baritone that seemed to come from somewhere under the earth. "Forgive me my lady, I was... greatly distracted until now. I am Rostam, Servant of the Rider class."
He shifted against the tree trunk he had been braced against, his tremendous weight causing the tree to shudder and sway. He looked down on himself for the first time, inspecting his slowly healing injury with fascination, before wiping the blood from his beard with the back of his hand as best as he was able.
"Do not blame yourself for the attack. It was not the dart of any enemy which struck me down, but the judgment of Ohrmazd. It would have fallen on me even were I sealed in a vault of adamant."
Rostam turned his eyes up to the stars, looking weary and pained, but still happy for all that. "I must apologise again however, my lady. I cannot help you achieve the Grail I'm afraid, for I no longer have any use for it. Through the perfect workings of Asha, my wish has been granted without even having to lift a finger."
Alex Bradan
The Scuttle, docked in the Fuyuki harbor.
Alex had never paid much attention to mythology as a boy, and had looked into it even less as an adult. Beyond those figures which have become directly correlated with the zodiac and Astrology as a whole, his knowledge trailed off sharply. For him, the summoning of this peculiar familiar had been simply part of the ritual. That what he was calling up had once been a famous hero was something that had come to him only as a footnote in his hasty research on the topic of the ritual which his cards had insisted he participate. In short, Alex was one of the last people who might be expected to marvel over, or understand the history behind the abilities of a Servant.
But even for such a man the claims of Archer now gave him pause. He had before been half impressed, half wary of this strange inhuman man who radiated prana so powerfully. Now though as Archer made his claims of having contended with a god of the sea, his legacy suggested itself to him for the first time.
The idea of having summoned a legendary mariner from some bygone age, one who had contended with the ancient spiritual masters of the sea themselves now occurred to him, and he felt a quiet twinge of awe.
"Good, that's... good. If we can harass the enemy untill they are forced to come looking for us, then they will eventually converge on this spot, at which point we can sail away leaving them facing each other. If we play our cards right we may be able to bait them into killing eachother."
He reached into his pocket, drawing forth a map of the city, and pointed to the bridge in the center of town, the station front to the east, and the shopping district. "Ideally I plan to set up listening posts for you here, here and here. With a bounded field around each one in a high location this should give you nearly full command of the town and river."
He checked his watch, frowning at the time. The night was still young, but even so, he was latter to the party than he hoped to be.
"For tonight though, we need to accomplish a specific task. The church here," He tapped the far south east corner of the map. "is the home of the moderators of this ritual. We will need to report in to them to let them know of our existence before we are declared outlaws. I would prefer not to move about openly at night like this, but it is still early. I guess we had better get going."
@Cu Chulainn @Holy Grail
Sorry I have taken so long, again work has been rough this past week. Nows a me day off tho.
@Moonlit Sonata
Alex Bradan spent the time before the fall of night reading his cards and scouting remotely with his seagull familiars.
Alex Bradan spent the time before the fall of night reading his cards and scouting remotely with his seagull familiars.
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