Cu Chulainn

Fate/esoterica

I'm sorry for taking long to write this post.

I'm not sorry for what Hasabe had just done.

Fate/esoterica

Wasabi Hasabe Evans

@Crusader Lord

The young man groaned as his Servant nagged him like his own mother. He was already used to this, but he can't help but just roll his eyes at it. Saber had a point, though. While Hasabe did buy a hunting shotgun and carries it in his car for protection, that won't stop a Servant attacking him head-on. Still, the idea of Saber following him around at all times... unnerved him.

"Fine," Hasabe said, scratching his head, "I'll let you follow me around in spiritual form, if that is what you think is best... but don't follow me into the bathroom or anything. That'll be really weird."

Hasabe's clearded his throat and turned away from his Servant, towards the door. Somebody had left a package for him, and according to his Servant, it surely wasn't from any opposition. He had planned to bring it in after he dropped the food off, and now inspecting it for any traps wouldn't be necessary. As Hasabe inspected the box, his expression turned into one that lacks amusement.

"It says it's from Japan, from a 'Mr. E.' Sounds like something my biological father would do..." Hasabe groaned at the bad pun, before he started to crack the box open. Inside laid a letter, as well as a rectangular-shaped object. He had decided to start reading the letter first, aloud.

"Hasabe,

I hope you have been practicing the ritual like I told you to. One wrong move, one misplaced reagent, or even one wrong word will cause... abnormalities in the summoning process. You should recieve this catalyst during the dawn of the Holy Grail War. I had taken great measures to assure you summon one of the strongest possible Servants in order to assure your victory. Remember to also visit the Church and check in with its Overseer. However, should you encounter another Servat and Master there, remember that the Church is neutral ground; you will remain safe.

Follow these steps, and your victory will be assured,
Mr. E."

Hasabe had a rather dumbfounded look kn his face. Thinking back to it, he indeed did all the wrong things Mr. E. mentioned when summoning his Servant... even his mother called him in the middle of the ritual. He felt bad to ignore her call, so he had to tell her he was busy. All the things he's done wrong in the ritual is what most likely lead to him summoning a strange Saber-class Servant. And to think he needed a catalyst too...

Well, there shouldn't be any harm in seeing what the catalyst is.

Hasabe took out the rectangular object from the box, unwrapping the meticulously wrapped bubble wrap off from it. It must be really valuable if you need this much bubble wrap in order to protect it. Once unwrapped, the object is revealed to be a... a fossilized snake's skin encased in glass? Hasabe stood up, holding the catalyst and walking over to his Servant.

"Saber, do you have any idea what this i-"

Before he could complete his sentence, Hasabe slipped on a sheet of bubblewrap. He managed to catch himself by grabbing onto a chair, but the catalyst had cracked, sending dust and broken glass all over the the floor. A spoiled feeling pulsed in Hasabe's stomach as an object that had taken great pains to have delivered to him now lays fractured right before him.

"Uh... I'll go get the dust pan..."

D&D 5e - Lost Mine of Phandelver

Seethe

Seethe was taken by surprised as he saw his barbarian companion crumple as he was hit by a dart. He heard a similar sound to what he heard when Bar was hit by a dart coming from the tree, except it ended rather abruptly, and what followed was a sound of... heavy coughing? Seethe looked toward the direction, seeing a diminutive figure choke up what appears to be a dart. Was that aimed at him, he thought?

Ridiculous, if it was, for even the gods know of Seethe's prestige so much that they would defend him against a measly dart from the dark!

The Wizard broke into a sprint, almost ten feet ahead, and diving into a roll, behind the large rock ahead of him. If these attackers planned to pepper him and his friends with darts, then he needs to find cover and stay low, in order to avoid their line of fire.

Seethe remained crouched down, drawing a wand from his belt and waving it in the air as minute magical sigils appeared floating right in front of him. He took a deep breath as he prepared the incantations, his eyes almost blazing with arcane magic, as if they were orbs of magical fire.

"These brigands wish to bring us harm! Steel me with a Mage's Arm...or! Armor!"

The magical words, while befuddled, came true, as Seethe centered the wand on himself, placing his palm on his chest as a shimmering spectral plate of armor surrounded him. The armor slowly faded away as it was cast, not disappearing completely, but just from view. The wizaed had hoped his completely defensive manuevering will allow his enemies to find themselves in a disadvantageous position for him to further set up a proper spell for...

Effects

Seethe
HP: 8/8
AC: 15

Seethe moved ten feet north before falling prone, granting him total cover from the goblins northside, and granting disadvantage to ranged attack rolls from the goblins southside. Seethe then casts Mage Armor on himself, granting him a total of 15 AC!

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, The Mystical Martin.

Cesar looked back and forth as his allies discussed what to do with the stone that turns into a bird at... dawn, was it? It didn't matter too much to him. He just knew that those overgrown seagulls were annoyingly vicious, and quite strong, as well. You'd need strength in order to not get blasted off by his thundering voice, anyway, Cesar would have thought.

Come to think of it, they were more of an annoyance than an actual threat. With a little training, though, they could prove to be quite the helpful allies, and mounts, as well! Hey, wait a minute...

Cesar snapped up, standing at a more erect pose, his eyebrows raised as if he had just thought of a "genius" idea.

"Hey, friends! I've just thought of a potential solution to our little- or should I say, unusually sized- seagull conundrum! Why don't we have one of us who is skilled at working with animals, or at least is the most attuned to nature," Cesar quipped, before looking directly at Theodore, "Aide in training these stubborne pájaros negros to serve us, eh? At best, they can serve as our mighty mounts as we trek through these mysterious lands! Worst case scenario, they can just serve as fodder! What does everyone say? Can I get a 'yay' for feathered mounts?"

"... Friends?"

Fate/esoterica

Berserker

@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord

"I'd hate to have my first fight against a coward who hides in the shadows, anyway!" Berserker added as Elizabeth replied to his Master. He gazed at the opposing Master, raising an eyebrow. The intensity of the golden flame in his eyes grew slightly as he looked her over, nodding with an impressed look on his face.

She has the spirit of a fighter in her, but doesn't sport a worrying amount of evil in her soul... which begs the question; why did she summon an Assassin, anyway? And I don't see Assassin anywhere, either... Berserker had communicated to his Master through their bond. Berserker was a bit disappointed, really... he actually would have preferred to be partnered up with a Master like the one before them. One with more... fight in them. Even his Master at least looked like the type that would summon Assassin, anyway. Berserker had found himself to feel awfully jealous. Maybe they could establish a trade? Or...

"Maybe we could team up, instead? You don't look like you'd be too bad, after all." Berserker said rather impulsively, raising a hand up to... shake? The expression on his face changed to a more friendly grin, with his eyes closed.

Damn it, Berserker...

D&D 5e - Lost Mine of Phandelver

Seethe

Seethe wished to investigate the scene, but he also didn't want to run right into an ambush. Luckily, it took only a bit of convincing in order to have Bar head over there first and spring any traps. He actually looks like he's going to do some rummaging for him, as well! The wizard figured that with enough training, even mongrels are able to figure out their dutie-

Wait, why is he taking out his axe?

Oh, gods!

Tyr, please grant us mercy!

Seethe stood, dumbfounded, clutching his stomach, feeling his lunch almost coming back up. Bar just... butchered one of the corpses! It's... horrifying! And utterly unrecognizable from whatever it was before! This is just... appalling! Seethe took a moment to swallow the scene he had just watched, making a huge gulp as he walked over.

The half-orc had noticed him walk over and raised its leg bone, seemingly offering it to the wizard, who shook his head in reply. Disgusting, Seethe thought, and bit his tongue before he would proceed to continue giving a piece of his mind. He can't blame the simpleton for not knowing common etiquette, after all...

"Well, this maybe wasn't a trap, after all, it seemed..." Seethed mentioned, as he started to think. The wizard figured at the very least that if he can determine when these horses expired, he'll be able to at least get an idea of how close any potential raiders are to their location.

"How warm was that horse when you started... preparing it, Bar?" The Genasi asked as he shuffled over to the other horse, staying a proper distance away from any blood splatters nearby.

"Living horses are warm, these not so much!" The Half Orc replied with a tusky grin. That helped. A lot.

"Thank you, and no thank you, Bar." Seethe waved off with as much politeness as he could manage. The antics of his party continued to amaze him, for the worst... well, at least they haven't gone too overboard. Seethe closed his eyes as he began an incantation, moving his hand in a coordinated motion. They were simple movements, really, and to a trained eye, it seemed as if Seethe was casting a very simple spell.

"A gory scene that made me gasp... Azuth, I ask for your grasp!

As Seethe said the magic words, an apparition in the shape of a hand slowly materialized floating near the wizard. He moved it over the horse that wasn't butchered, inspecting it for any signs of rot or rigor mortis. Seethe deducted that the horses have been dead for at least a day. Either these bandits are very patient, or just didn't bother to clean up. Most likely the latter, in this case.

The horses looked rather familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it how they did... Seethe brought his mage hand around the scene, inspecting the saddle bags. As expected, they were looted clean. Seethe looked around for a bit before he also noticed an empty map case. Grabbing it with his mage hand and bringing it over, Seethe had suddenly come to a realization just who these horses belonged to.

"These horses belonged to the dwarves, Gundren and Sildar!"

Effects

Seethe
HP: 8/8
AC: 12

Seethe wandered over to the scene, investigating what had happend and rolling a 19 (14 + 5) and figuring out that the horses belonged to our (possibly late) Dwarf friends. In the middle of his investigation, the wizard also casts Mage Hand in order to help search the scene. He's not touching carrion with his bare hands, after all!

Fate/esoterica

Sorry I've been slower to the draw with my posts. I'll have one up in a bit.

D&D 5e - Lost Mine of Phandelver

Seethe

Color code: "Speaking" and thinking.
[[2, disgusting]]

Seethe finished tying and brushing his long, vibrantly orange hair. It tends to get rather wild when he traveled across long distances due to his own sweat, much to his dismay. The young wizard was unsure why the Lord's Alliance had sent him doing errands for a dwarf. He sees such simple work as a waste of his talents. He was sent to watch over the Halruaan, and observe her skills on the field... not that they even faced any real dangers yet. As far as character goes, she's a pretty open book, and was rather easy to converse with. Halruaa seemed like an interesting place, and an ideal destination in the future. She even liked his cooking, or at least, that was what he was lead to believe. Still, all this pointless escorting is starting to get on Seethe's nerves. He has yet to voice his distaste to the party, however, and has kept his graceful bearing throughout their venture.

Seethe was displeased that he had to be the one to lead everyone forward. Well, almost. He agreed that axe-swinging mongrel, as he himself would describe, should helm the front. If they were ambushed, then the mongrel will charge in and take the hits for him, anyway. That oaf thought a punch would be a great way to greet your allies! Of course, what else do you expect from these common apes? Seethe thought to himself as he had another glance at the barbarian, staying a proper distance away from his naked, possibly sweaty form.

The rest of Seethe's party was a rather mixed lot. First, there was the bard. Normally, bards are rather annoying to him, and for good reason; they reminded him too much of the Harpers. A real pest of a group, he thought. They demanded equal rights to all people... ridiculous. How could they not understand that the common people need to be lead by the noble and intelligent? The high should stay high, and the low should be kept low, Seethe had come to believe. At least this bard is quiet, and rather bashful, as well, when compared.

Then there was the priest. In the Genasi's mind, religion was only a way to control the masses. He saw the gods as extraplanar debt-keepers who give their followers power in exchange for worship. Despite such, it's not like the wizard could deny the powers of such mythical beings. Many of the incantations of his spells pay homage to Azuth, and even Seethe found himself sometimes in (very brief) moments of prayer to the Sun God, Amaunator. Sure, religion is a good tactic to keep the masses in check, but there are a few who do quite the opposite, and to his knowledge the girl worshipped a very tricky sort of god. It didn't help that every time he was around her, his perfectly combed hair would have a strand sticking out...

Finally, there was the one that looked the most like a commoner. A thin man who seemed to have kept mostly to himself. In fact, it doesn't seem like he knew how to talk, either. Has the intelligence of the common people declined so low that they aren't even able to speak? Well, at least ue was able to listen, it seemed. Still, though, something seemed off about this quiet man, and Seethe just quite couldn't put his finger on it. It's as if every (very, very) few times they have interacted with eachother, he suffered a light dizzying spell... The wizard figured he'd have to keep wary of whoever, or whatever this commoner is, and what sort of power he was hiding.

"If we are to get attacked by the bandits that roam here," Seethe ran on for the millionth time, "Remember not to get too close to them until after I can set up my spells and break their lines. Unless you find it advantageous to fight while you're down, then by all means, go ahead and rush in like a raving mad barbarian. No offense, Bar." Seethe had said. And yes, he has asked for his allies to accommodate to this strategy almost every day, in fear (or hope) of bandits actually attacking them. He joined the alliance to bring down the roving vagabonds and the deadly denizens of the natural and magical world who threaten civilization, anyway, not escort a caravan for some dwarf.

Fate/esoterica

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@Crusader Lord

You should be careful with those threats! The act of killing is no laughing matter. People die when they are killed.

D&D 5e - Lost Mine of Phandelver

@Samdragonx

Eyup! Sorry for the late reply, but yeah! That's the array!