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Acceptances, Round 2. All of the following character sheets are considered accepted, and may be moved into the characters tab as they are currently written in-thread.



HP 550/550 SP 350/350 MP 370/370


Lew slowly approached everyone else, seemingly clutching onto his staff as if it were a cane. Indeed, the gauntlet he had endured the night before was something no mere man could endure without a slight loss of touch. Of course, such a toll on one's sanity would drag a common man to madness. It was a good thing Lew was no common man, however. After spending about what felt like 54 hours into the game, Lew had passed out as soon as he took his headgear on. He had planned to sleep for eight hours, but he was only able to get sleep for about six of those hours before his phone notifications lit up, woken up by his friends. While Lew certainly had a duty to take care of himself, there were more pressing matters to attend to. He needed to help his friends and, more importantly, he needed to accrue more favor with his goddess.

Lew needed to earn the privilege of having his entire body crushed by the Lady of the Alabaster Scales.

As Lew made his way to the group, it was more than apparent that something truly changed, not just physically, but mentally. His eyes seemed hollow, and his expression seemed to lack the humanity he once seemed to have. Perhaps it was what he encountered during his solo grinding near the river? Bits of Kappa and used talismans hang off of some of the many barbs attached to his new set of armor. Whatever he went through was harrowing enough for him to devote most of his points into END. Such a focus in his stats also seemed to have contributed to his mental change, having turned up his Pain Sensitivity to a nice 20% so he could feel some of the pain his monstrous END had taken away from him. He looked to everyone else, seeing their new gear and equipment, and gave a sullen nod. As soon as Ari finished the tale of her escapades, Lew walked over to her, almost menacingly.

"Oi, take these." Lew hollered towards the party's resident catgirl, before pulling out his Discarded Turtle Shell and Primitive Slingshot. Whether she took it or not didn't matter to Lew. In the end, those items were naught but garbage to him. Turning to the rest, he listened to their proposed plans of action so far, listening silently. Once Amulak made his suggestions of fulfilling his goals, however, Lew finally spoke up.

"Killing an NPC kid? Nah, kids probably don't give enough EXP. I'll come with you to whatever the tunnel is, though. I need a better staff, one that hits harder. That said, I've got a few important things to say. One, I worship a snake waifu now. If you do something against her teachings, I'll whack you. Two, I've decided to join the priesthood, but that doesn't mean I'll be primarily healing. Hopefully I can craft talismans, but for now, I'm stuck with buying them. And three... Whatever you do, don't solo the kappas. That's all. Guess we'll meet up once we're done shopping and killing kids or whatever."

Lew then meandered off towards the temple once more, in order to by more talismans and maybe an actual talisman holder. Perhaps the temple sold cosmetic costumes to cover up his hideously mix-matched armor as well...
Malphas
Leap of Faith, ???
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Malphas was startled at the sudden appearance of the wall covering his escape, his heart sinking low at this final roadblock to escape. For a moment, Malphas had began to lose hope, his face in a state of shock. To be cornered like a rat by this hulking behemoth, with no where else to run aside from back into the complex. With his energy fading, there was not much else Malphas could do, no miracle he could truly accomplish. All that was left now was to crumble down and hope his end is swift...

"... No."

Before he could fully lose hope, thoughts of the past filled his head. The faces of his followers. Their unwavering belief. Their willingness to do anything to accomplish his dreams. Malphas knew that he could not die here, not without creating the paradise he had once promised those who had followed him. He must live in their place to truly fulfill their dreams. If not, then what sort of leader would he even be?

Malphas took a few paces back from the wall, keeping note of the giant's slow but steady approach. Taking a deep breath and turning to the giant only briefly, he shouted out the loudest he can, a final boast to the giant, as well as anyone else within earshot in this gods-forsaken complex. Malphas could hope that, at the very least, his fellow escapee Narkissa could also hear him.

"You fool! Don't you know I can fly?!"

Mankind had always looked to the vast sky, a belief that the heavens above held the realm of the divine. The more that man understood the heavens, the more man had further fixated on such a lofty realm. Building tall towers to reach the skies, inventing objects such as telescopes to observe the stars, even going so far as to craft flying contraptions to soar the heavens... Humans had always had a fixation on reaching the skies. Perhaps mankind's greatest achievement was truly reaching the heavens, surpassing the confines of Earth and landing onto the Moon for but a brief moment. What was once thought to be a miracle became a reality.

It could be said that the best example of mankind's endless ingenuity is the ability of flight.

Not even a second after Malphas's boast, he ran towards the wall. At that moment, he leaped for the stars, hoping he could squeeze in one more miracle to surpass this stone obstacle. Perhaps this earthen barrier was a metaphor for the Earth itself, an obstacle Malphas had to surpass if he truly wished to be one with the Heavens. Or perhaps the wall was a mere reminder of the insurmountable odds that mankind would face on their road to progress. None of this mattered to Malphas in the end. Either he would leap across the wall and find salvation, or he would be crushed by the Guardian, the last vestiges of true humanity leaving this domain...

Or the impossible could happen, and Malphas could have jumped at the same time the giant swung its sword down at him, likely avoiding a lethal blow and perhaps opening his way to freedom.
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The Great Holy Grail war. Seven heroes of Red. Seven heroes of Blue. And the fools who summoned them.

An imitation of Troy, that battleground of the demigods. But none of them can truly understand the hell they have unleashed. None of them fought on those beaches, for those gates. None understand the true tragedy that the Gods unleashed against those shining heroes.

Who will destroy? Who will be destroyed?

Who will break free of the fate that has been ordained?
Who will be drowned in despair?
Blue Team Base

Hektor stood in his study, facing a large window, arms folded behind his back. The time had finally come. It felt like he had been waiting for aeons, and yet he could have made use of so much more time. Even now, at the eve of the war, he could only afford a moment away from the work, just to take a small glimpse at the summoning.

The window overlooked the courtyard, the place where the team had summoned their Servants. It was a strange-looking bunch, Masters and Servants alike. Some of them hardly Magi, some of them hardly human. But none of that mattered. They were here, and the success of the ritual was up to them. It was too late to worry whether they could do it. The die was cast.

Seeing the servants, Hektor’s heart panged. He was taken back, mentally, to all those years ago. Recalling his own partner, he briefly smiled. But that was the only thing worth remembering fondly - those torturous hyenas, that disgusting worm-man vampire, and the horrifying woman summoned by the Einzberns - the rest of it was a black hole of fear. Though he needed to supervise the Grail, to make sure the ritual could succeed - perhaps that was partially an excuse. He had no desire to go through that hell again.

The group’s opponents had already arrived, but they, too, were a necessary part. This was to be a war between heroes, after all. Those who were doomed, and those who were chosen by fate. But perhaps, here, fate could be overturned.

If only he had been able to prepare more, but understanding the Grail alone had taken so long, let alone integrating it into his own systems. Giving a brief hand signal to the group below, all the acknowledgement they required, before turning away from the window. Perhaps he would never see any of them again.
Road to Çanakkale

A helmeted man in black rode his brown horse slowly across the Turkish countryside, the sun acting as a beacon for his destination, and the sea remaining by his side. The trip was a mostly quiet and uneventful one. Of course, given the circumstances, such a slow journey was required, if not needed. The rider woefully possessed only a modest proficiency in horseback riding. Still, he did not want to be cooped up in a crowded bus, nor did he desire to be driven here by someone else. In life, he was a skilled rider, and his mother even told him so!

It was a shame that the Ruler class did not possess the “Riding” skill.

Ah, I’m running a bit late, it seems…” Ruler sighed, disappointed at his lack of promptness. The war probably already started by now! It was a bit annoying that he was summoned in Istanbul, of all places… Still, it was nice to visit that city once more. It was nice to see that such a place was properly maintained even now. It didn’t help that Istanbul and the destination of the Holy Grail War were on two opposing sides of a bay. Perhaps taking a boat would have been the more responsible choice? Ruler began to ruminate on the idea, before chuckling to himself moments after. Riding a boat to Troy is possibly the worst thing to do, after all!

~Fate/Iliou Persis~

The Year is 2004. Decades ago, during the Third Holy Grail War, the conflict ended prematurely as the Greater Grail was taken by one of the war’s participants. The blueprints of the ritual were spread around, and many lesser grail wars have sprouted up all around the world, as various mercenaries and magi fight over these imitations.

But now, the stolen Grail has surfaced, in the town of Çanakkale, in Turkey. Near to the ruins of the ancient city of Troy, the value of its spiritual land is excellent. With a collection of outcast Magi, the Grail’s thief has summoned an entire team of Servants, leading to a failsafe that allows a second team to oppose them.

There is the Blue Team, gathered by the mysterious magus Hektor Bahadir to complete a grand ritual that will change the world. The team’s aim is to utilise the Holy Grail system to recreate the Trojan war, but this time, have the defenders win. The cursed ritual designed to end the age of heroes - reversing it might even bring back that lost age.

A gathering of visionaries, idealists, fools and mercenaries, united in the will to change the world. But will their dreams really go as planned?

Opposing them is the Red Team, put together by the Magus Association to stop this threat. Though it isn’t considered the highest possible priority, a team of powerful Magi have been assembled to dismantle this ritual and return anything salvageable to the Clock Tower in London.

But is maintaining the status quo as mystery continues to die really the best idea? And is their summoning of Heroic Spirits simply playing into the enemy’s hands?

From stealthily stealing away the Palladium, to delivering a payload of soldiers to the gates of Troy, many key objectives were performed by the Achaeans to secure their victory. This war will also have these Side Objectives as the Blue team attempts to complete the ritual and the Red team attempts to disrupt it. Specific examples include claiming and keeping territory, stealing items, etc. In other words, if a normal Grail War is a Deathmatch, and an Apocrypha style war is a Team Deathmatch, this war will also have Capture the Flag, Payload, and King of the Hill game modes, among others.
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Malphas
Almost there...!, ???
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Malphas ran for dear life, hitting the dirt hard as the giant fired its magical blast towards the gatehouse. The use of magic to accelerate his movements were really getting to him as well, but Malphas knew that such inconveniences were the least of his worries. Quickly getting up and restoring his footing, his body started to run only on adrenaline as he continued his pace forward. Looking back at the giant, Malphas surmised he would be able to outrun it. He just needed to anticipate its next attack.

Like Narkissa, Malphas also made his way out to the gate. After being spotted and focused on, it seemed the best course of action in Malphas's case was to just cut his chances and leave while he still could, following the woman's lead and running opposite of where she is. Hopefully he'll be able to find his own out there in the wild, for there was nothing left here that might interest him in the slightest. As he picked up the pace, he began to think on himself, his capabilities, and his core beliefs. His physical prowess, while among the best a human could be, was quickly draining, and the use of magic surely would make things worse for him. This meant that Malphas could only do what he had done his entire life.

At this moment, Malphas began to put all his faith in himself.

HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00


Lew nodded once again at Shirin once more, scratching behind his head. It seems that he'll have to do the tried-and-true-method of training that most other games entail. First things first, Lew will go ahead and get one of his prerequisites out of the way. Being lead towards a shrine room just behind the donation box, Lew was told to place his hand on the polished ivory disc, gleaming with a prismatic sheen. A feeling of warmth traveled through Lew's body as he felt the energy being sapped from him as he donated his MP to this relic. The feeling was quite strange, one he was too embarrassed to describe. Once his MP was successfully donated, the next thing to do was to buy new gear...

After going through the process of exchanging his silver coins to Rishi, next on the list was procuring more equipment. In this case, Lew decided to grab himself a staff at first. While Lew cannot cast spells just yet, being comfortable with fighting using a pewter staff would help him out in the long run. Lew also purchased a few player-made talismans, purchasing a couple of basic talismans and a few healing talismans. After a bit of bargaining and budgeting, Lew ended up with 10 basic attack talismans, 5 burst heal talismans, and 5 regeneration talismans,

Happy with his purchases and his jingly jangly staff, Lew finally made his way back to the Keystone, making his queries regarding the classes offered by his faith. After being enlightened as such, Lew decided the best thing to do now was to look for somewhere to solo level. He'd might as well make up for the lost time he spent while his allies were likely doing their own thing. While Lew was a bit worried about Ari, he figured in the end she was probably fine. In the end, he did not have any more catgirls to worry about. He now has a snake girl to simp over.

Seeing that Donovan's plan to sacrifice himself ended up backfiring, the group's options of survival seemed limited. Surely if they split up, they could more easily ensure their individual survival. Still, there is the risk of at least one of theirs to get caught out. As much as Malphas wouldn't mind another one of his allies to take such a sacrifice, he knew he had just as much of a chance to be that unlucky fool ending up getting crushed by that giant. With a similar mindset, doing that would be less than ideal as well.

Malphas knew that in this specific instance, they would have to stand together.

"O, Goddess, please grant us your second miracle! One of celerity, of mobility, of swiftness! Aid us in our plight and hasten our flight!"

As he uttered his miraculous words aloud, he attempted to imitate what Donovan had done just earlier. Pushing the limits of his Goddess-given form and further enhancing his abilities with his magical gifts. While doing so, he also deviated his movement to the far right side of the field, beginning his split with the rest as they make their way to the gatehouse. Hopefully his two companions will catch on to his enhanced speed, and believing that his ability to "make miracles" is something to truly take note of.

It wouldn't be a complete lie, either. These poor lost souls truly do have the aptitude for greatness. All they had to do was believe.
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