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@Slime@Dawnscroll Second Rider here for review



Hmmm...

*looks over notes*

Well...it's only 24,000, so it should be fine.

Important question:

What are the rules concerning army summoning NPs?
If I remember corrctly the available classes are Rider, Assassin, Lancer and Archer, Right?
I'm willing to submit another pair.
This place is kinda slow
Anyone still here?
@Slime
Already did.
@Shadow Daedalus
I am still interested, but recent health problems have caused me to leave the internet for a few days. I have posted. Will edit if need be, as I realize the quality may not be great.
Hatem stood quietly at the window, silently observing the streets below and the hustle and bustle of people going about their business. It had been almost a week since he had arrived in Judea, but he had barely left his apartment. Was he being too cautious? His mother had predicted he would die within the year, and a 'war' between mages seemed the most opportune time for the reaper to strike and rob him of his life. Idly, he caressed the medallion that hung loosely from his neck. He still remembered when the golden man had appeared before him, telling him of events to come as the Command Seals burned their way into his left hand. He had felt fear...

No. Do not dwell on that.

He turned from the window, determined to banish such thoughts from his mind. The apartment he stood in was bought cheap, rundown and sparsely furnished. An old sofa was located directly in the center, positioned in front of a boxy black and white tv. The kitchen held on the basics. A fridge, a cooker, a sink. Two doors left of to the bathroom and bedroom. It wasn't pretty, but he had lived in worse places.

Hatem's attention turned to the figure in the corner. His Servant. An impossibly beautiful woman with teal hair, clad in armor. Looking at her it would be nigh impossible to believe she was of the Berserker-Class. She was the furthest thing he could imagine from a 'Mad Warrior'. Calm, silent and solem, as if filled with a great sadness. She had only spoken once since her summoning, to confirm their contract. Since then she had been like a doll, never speaking but simply following him.

But madness takes many forms. It was only a matter of time until hers would reveal itself.

He had yet to encounter any of the other Masters. He had confined himself to his apartment, but he would eventually have to break his solitude. Hatem could attempt to plan his approach to the war, but without proper data his calculation were useless. His stomach ached as well. It had been days since he had ate a proper meal, surviving on the meager rations he had acquired when he first arrived.

He contemplated, then made his decision.

"Berserker" he called, evoking a slight turn of the head from his Servant. "We are going out. Assume spirit form"

Berserker complied. Her form faded, but he could still feel her presence. Grabbing his coat, the duo left.
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