We are under attack by a castle... I always knew that one day they would get sick of our shit and rise up. The society of the preservation of historical monuments tried to warn us, but WE DIDN'T LISTEN!
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Rostam
The Eastern Field
Rostam, his Master close in tow, approached the Eastern field where the meeting was to take place and quickly made himself at home. He had been happy to attend, an almost complete reversal of the frustration he would have experienced before the fulfillment of his wish. Now, with no desperate driving goal, he felt himself glad for the chance to test the hospitality of this so called Church, and their appointed men. He only wished that he had brought along finer clothes for the occasion. As it was, he had debated deeply with himself over whether or not to ride into the meeting. It was after all, the closest he could come to an affectation at this point.
He had decided against it in the end however, a Rider's most prized weapon would not be suitable to a strict peace talk.
So it was that, horseless and shed of armor, Rostam took his place on the meeting field dressed in simple but elegant clothing over which he wore his tiger striped dragon skin. This was the one thing he never took off.
Stalking slowly into the meeting clearing he paused, scanning the place and the long tables filled with food. Ruler himself seemed to be cooking something, much to his surprise, though he had broken off in favor of speaking with a newcomer, a man who was clearly a Servant as well.
Unclear as he was on precise rules of edicate here, Rostam abstained from the food for the time being instead inspecting some of the few people who had shown up.
His eyes came to rest on a grey haired man with a gloomy air. By the standards of the others around him he was a tall and well balanced hero, and Rostam could guess from a simple glance that he was a mighty champion. The size of the weapon slung across his back alone was impressive, and he found himself giving the Servant ornate armor an approving look. It was heavy and ornate, at once suggesting both wealth and strength to be able to carry and maintain it.
Slowly, as to not cause alarm, he made his way over the man, stopping only to see that his Master was still alright before approaching within a few paces of him, to look down on his strangely white hair.
"You seem to be a warrior of no small means, or nerve, to come to a peaceful meeting so bedecked. For myself, no clothes of this era fit me at all, but I still have put away my armor. I am Rostam, put away your sword and eat with me. It is improper for two great heroes to feast alone, especially in a foreign land.
@Moonlit Sonata @Holy Grail @Breo
sorry I have taken so long, I will post tomorow
@Holy Grail kk, I should be able to post today in reply if you get it out
Rostam
Rostam peered around the strange shrine with curiosity, eyeing the cross and the long rows of pews that filled the sanctuary. His eyes eventually made their way to Ruler. He admired the man's fine garb and aristocratic demeanor, wondering if he was the high cleric here, or if Ruler had simply commandeered this place of worship for the sake of the war.
Following close behind his Master Rostam towered over Ruler, stepping aside only to make way for the small scurrying human looking thing that followed them in to present its own questions. Rostam made a low noise of displeasure as it walked in front of them, beating his Master to the punch of getting answers from the official.
As his Master stepped forward and made her request, Rostam nodded solemnly.
"My Master requests formal audience with you without the ear of this lowly familiar." He rumbled, his voice proud, but not quite arrogant. "She is one who has the support of I, Rostam, the Chosen of Ohrmazd. You would do great honor to me, and Ohrmazd to accept!"
Alex Bradan
The Church
Alex shook his head slowly at the request Archer had made.
No, I do not wish to try Rulers patience by sending out my Servant while I use his sanctuary as a cover. We will go and you may return here to observe the other Servants, and pick through the survivors as you please.
Ruler was repeating himself now, going over the basic rules with the two newcomers, one of whom, a literal giant, had made Alex step quickly back into the pew rows at his alarming materialization. He looked up at the creature now, a walking mountain of muscle and steel, and read his formidable parameters with some dismay.
This one has high ranks in strength and endurance. His speed is average. I would guess he is some kind of famous monster. If you could put an arrow through his eye after some battle, I would call it wise.
Giving a quick nod to Ruler, and skirting a wide circle around the legs of the giant warrior, Alex quietly stepped from the Church, gesturing Archer to follow.
He emerged from the Church, scanning the surrounding area for potential ambushers or discrete spying familiars.
Away to the east he could feel the prana of the two combating Berserkers ebbing away into nothing. Moving quickly, wasting no time in getting away from the church he gestured towards the sky where a few of his seagull familiars were gliding in slow lazy spirals. They decended, alighing on his wrist as he moved down the street.
"I will leave it to you Archer. Once I am clear of this district and you are satisfied that we have not been followed, feel free to try to hunt down one of the Berserks while they are weak from fighting. Either this, or you may return to the Church to pick out a target of your choice. Just be sure not to provoke Ruler by keeping to close."
@Moonlit Sonata @Holy Grail @Cu Chulainn
@Holy GrailYou gona post soon Holy Grail?
Rostam
Rostam had followed the curious yellow chariot closely in spirit form as it crossed the city. It was a fascinating contraption, and he wondered if he would be able to pilot one himself at some point. His high rank in Riding allowed him to see how the machine was operated quite easily, and if he could but grasp the controls, he knew he should be able to use it without issue.
Ultimately though he knew it was useless. Only two mounts had ever been able to bear his tremendous weight, and besides the seat from which the taxi was operated was far to small for his frame, just as most everything in this queer day and age seemed to be.
Easily keeping pace with his Master, Rider waited for the car to depart before shimmering into existence beside the small conjurer. The building before them was some kind of temple (A Catholic Church his grail given knowledge whispered to him), and seemed to have a high vaulted roof, much to his delight.
Rostam frowned however, when the contents of the building became clearer to him. There were at least 3 Servants inside all at once, no- make that 2. He could feel a Servant departing as he spoke, shifting to spirit form and flying away.
Not to far away he could feel the power of an additional two Servants clashing with one another, and for a moment contemplated going to see what they were about. He hesitated however, and decided against it for now. It would not do to leave his Master alone here. Though his wound had closed and he no longer bled, a lingering weakness from his injury was still noticeable to him, making him less than eager for battle at the moment.
"Be aware Master, there are already two Servants here. It is time to meet some of your competitors I think."
Dematerializing once again to be able to fit through the door, Rostam followed his Master in, and reappeared on the other side behind her as she entered.
Towering over everyone else in the room Rostam put his hands on his hips and surveyed the assembled crowd with an stern expression.
"Hullo!" He rumbled. [color=f7941d]"We are here to announce ourselves! Attend to my Master Priest, for I am a favored Servant of Orz...." He trailed off, looking down at the floor of the church. "Why is there a pile of cardboard boxes on the floor?"
@Holy Grail @Moonlit Sonata
@Holy Grail @ConstantlyComic you guys should seriously check out the Badass of the Week website, its a great resource for Servant ideas. This website is basically nothing but a giant list of potential Servants. Most are from modern times, but about a third are either historical or mythical enough to fit the bill.
I learned about the Necromancer Skuld from him, as well as Yuknoom Ch'een II and a looooong list of others that I hope to play someday but probably will never get to.
I learned about the Necromancer Skuld from him, as well as Yuknoom Ch'een II and a looooong list of others that I hope to play someday but probably will never get to.
@Holy Grail Well, she cant be due to Nasuverse shenanigans since they have her rolled up into Nursery Rhyme along with a few other fairy tale archetype girls.
Speaking of Fairy Tale girls, I always wanted to roll Vasilisa the Beautiful. Basically, a russian fairy tale girl that has a skull mounted on a stick, that shoots fireballs out of its eyes, along with a bunch of other whacky magic item shit.
Speaking of Fairy Tale girls, I always wanted to roll Vasilisa the Beautiful. Basically, a russian fairy tale girl that has a skull mounted on a stick, that shoots fireballs out of its eyes, along with a bunch of other whacky magic item shit.
@Holy Grail Alice never acted like this girl does at all. Also, shouldn't Alice be folded into the legend of Nursery Rhyme?
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