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In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“She’s certainly spirited. I’m sure she’ll be quite a handful for the Grey’s to deal with when the time comes.” Thomas approaching Vladimir, joining the conversation as their party stood outside of the church, minus those who had already left of course. Turning towards the errant Saber’s master the older Magus raised a hand and gestures after the Servant’s retreating form with his cane. “Perhaps you should go save the poor Father from his fate?”

Chuckling to himself Thomas walked into the church, carrying or pulling his luggage behind him; he’d had to leave England in a bit of a hurry and as such was not able to bring as much as he would normally have liked, a single suitcase and one small satchel, but he had made sure to bring all of the accoutrements of his craft from his workshop back home. Anything else could be purchased as necessary.

The flight over had been uneventful and was both mercifully short and over far too soon; he did not need to spend the time becoming acquainted with his Servant like some of the others, what use was it trying to understand the mind of a Berserker after all, and had instead whiled the hours away with his carving. He had managed to produce three small statuettes over the course of the flight, fewer than he would have hoped, from blocks of wax he liked to keep on hand for just such a purpose; the figures now resided in the satchel he carried at his side.

Perhaps Mr King would admonish him for leaving wax shavings all over the floor of his fancy private plane once he found out about it, not that it would bother Thomas in the slightest.

“I’ll have to see these rooms you’ve prepared for us before I make a decision about where to setup. It may be wiser to spread ourselves out regardless; there might be power in numbers but there’s no reason to make ourselves a convenient target for the Grey’s either.”

@Reflection@vancexentan@ManyThings
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
After leaving the camp Oberon had been able to find the others simply enough, all of them in fact, looking a little worse for wear but otherwise unhurt and in one piece. Their reunion was interrupted however as a rather large orange Slime crested a rise and began to roll towards them; it took a moment for the sight to register, so unexpected was it in his mind to see a Slime outside of the setting of a cave that he couldn’t quite process it at first. When Digbie called out it snapped him out of his reverie and he took to the air again to prepare for combat.

It was larger than any he had seen back in the cave, which either meant it was stronger than any of the Slimes he had seen so far or it was a different kind of slime entirely; he used Monster and Magic Analysis on it to determine which of the two it was, then used Magic Analysis again to learn about its elemental weaknesses.

Ash attacked first, calling out something about not letting it touch her stuff before firing off a glob of something at the slime and dodging out of its way. “Your stuff?” Looking towards the area Ash seemed to be guarding, Oberon saw a collection of various parts and pieces of what might once have been one of the Rubber Frogs native to the area, at least judging by the long tongue and skin he could see with his Keen Sight.

Turning back to the Giant Slime, the Sprite considered how best to fight the creature. Blunt attacks likely wouldn’t work, since he didn’t expect surface level damage to do much to something like this; they would need to pierce its membrane to do any serious damage. However narrow, piercing attacks like his Mana Dart probably wouldn’t work either; any hole they made would heal too quickly and this thing didn’t exactly have internal organs that could be damaged.

Making his decision, Oberon flew off to the side, away from the others, and began to call and wave his arms to get the Slime’s attention. Whether or not it worked he would prepare and fire a Mana Slice at the creature, firing it directly at the Slime’s centre with the intention of slicing it open with the wide crescent blade of magic.



@Rune_Alchemist@Gardevoiran@Zeroth@Old Amsterdam
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Stabby a pixie who wants to learn the elements hmm? I have a rival it seems, or an apprentice. I will take you under my wing and teach you the ways of magic in this world until you inevitably grow more powerful than me and turn to evil; then we will have a climactic battle inside a volcano or some shit where I claim the high ground and cut your legs off.

Digbie can be Padme.

In all seriousness I like the sound of this character. Glad to have you aboard, if and when you do join.
In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Servant and Master both turned their heads towards Lancer as she spoke. Thomas regarded her curiously, one eyebrow raised and a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, appearing more amused than concerned with the former Valkyrie’s warning. “Oh I’m well aware of his history my dear, I made sure to do my research before today. A life of combat, a life of war, a life of *winning* those wars; a bloody life with a bloody end; challenging, I think, but not difficult, not for one like him. He will be… quite useful in the battles to come.”

The end of Thomas’ sentence trailed off as he turned to regard his Servant, noticing the way in which the old king looked at Lancer for the first time. The Berserker’s face was unchanged; his expression carved from granite, rough and unyielding, yet his eyes had changed and now held the most curious mix of emotions. The fury had not disappeared entirely, but it had abated, lowering from a boil to a simmer that lay underneath everything else; recognition, at least a hint of it, alongside a little bit of what Thomas could only describe as awe, or perhaps veneration. Closer to respect than admiration.

How very curious.

“I appreciate your input miss Lancer, but don’t waste your concern on an old man like me. Attend to your Master; he looks a little red in the face.”

@vancexentan
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Still gasping for breath, Oberon watched as the burgeoning spell in his hand deflated. Something unusual had been happening in the moments before he had realised he had been holding his breath, before he had broken his concentration; there had been something there, just escaping his grasp while still being within his reach, as he felt like he was walking a fine line between mediation and wakefulness. Was he imagining it?

He efforts had borne some kind of fruit, as his Mana Orb had begun to change shape and form once more, taking on a more ethereal appearance and airy quality to it; it had appeared flimsy, but it was still incomplete and he felt like he hadn’t seen its final shape before it had dissipated. Had he been successful is drawing Mana from the air then? Had that fine line between concentration and thoughtlessness allowed him to extract only the Mana he wanted from the surrounding environment and send it to the sphere instead of absorbing it? Or had he found something else in the middle of his experiments yet again?

“System: Open skills tab.”



Earth Wall, Aqua Sphere, Mana Drain and Wind Break; those were the four new skills which appeared on his list of incomplete skills. Aqua Sphere was obviously the name of whatever his Mana Orb was becoming when bathed in the stream and apparently he had inadvertently earned some progress towards Earth Wall when his Wall had sunk into the ground; speaking of which, his Wall skill had progressed considerably despite his feeling like he had not made much headway.

The two skills that most caught Oberon’s attention then, were the last two. Wind Break was the name of the diffuse, spinning orb that his Mana Orb had become, though unfortunately the name didn’t give him any indication of what kind of spell it would become aside from its elemental leanings. Mana Drain; was that because he had tried to draw Mana from the air, rather than simply opening himself up to the ambient Mana that surrounded him? A more direct method of replenishing his reserves apparently, one that would probably let his steal Mana from objects or creatures. Interesting. Less useful than Meditation for general use, but it could probably be used in combat whereas Meditation couldn’t and had the bonus of potentially denying an opponent access to their spells if he stole enough.

As he was thinking things over, Oberon began to look around the camp and came to the realisation that he was still alone. How long had it been since the others left? How long had he been asleep for that matter? Looking to the sky it seemed to still be light out, still a ways from nightfall at least, but with the trees surrounding him it was hard to see exactly where the sun was. Should he go look for them?

Taking flight, Oberon flew away from their camp, initially following Digbie’s trail of rock spires only to find they quickly ran out and following the general direction they had been heading after that. He kept himself a reasonable distance off of the ground as he flew, to make it harder for grounded creatures to ambush him, and used his Keen Sight to scan the area for signs of trouble or his allies. The Sprite relied on his Alert skill to warn him of any unnoticed dangers and cast a level 1 Shield on himself for extra security.



@Zeroth
In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@vancexentan We've seen Saber, Lancer, Archer and Berserker. Assassin I believe is being summoned elsewhere, so we're just waiting on Caster and Rider.
In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
As Thomas watched the abrupt end to the meeting, his own arrival going more or less unnoticed by those gathered, he couldn’t help but note that the dynamics that were at play in this group were… interesting, to say the least. A motlier assortment of mages could hardly be imagined, which begged the question of why the director had chosen to recruit this particular group to combat the Grey’s as opposed to simply forming the Black Faction using like-minded and trustworthy magus from within the Clocktower.

Perhaps Orson was the type to value individual strength over team cohesion, and though their particular talents were worth the potential issues that might come from infighting or disagreements between them. Or maybe he had other motives in mind. The presence of back-up Masters at this summoning, not to mention the fact Orson apparently had at least one catalyst on stand-by, did nothing to assuage Thomas’ suspicions; they only proved that the Director would be more than capable of replacing them if need be.

Thomas nodded in greeting to both the young student and the American casino owner as they were introduced, reaching up to adjust his glasses as he examined both of them in turn. Back-up Masters, prepared in case one of them should have failed to arrive, refused the invitation or should one of them, per chance, expire before this war was over?

How interesting.

Walking over to one of the pre-prepared summoning circles Thomas examined the ritual diagram laid out before him; not how he would have drawn it, not the medium he would have used, but unlike the mathematician of the artist he was not overly concerned with such details. “It’ll suffice.”

Placing his heavy carrying case on the ground, laying it flat, the Magus undid the clasps and opened the lid. The inside was lined with red fabric, most of the interior filled in so that the object inside wouldn’t jostle as he carried it, not that he would be able to damage the thing in any way if it did. Reaching inside the case Thomas pulled out a heavy oaken club, clearly quite old, six feet in length, banded with iron and bearing the scars of battle; notches and grooves lined its length, where it had clashed with swords and axes and other weapons and won, dark stains covering most of it where blood had soaked the weapon and not been wiped clean afterwards, the hue of the wood changing over time.

“Twelve hundred years old and still on one piece... whether or not this is the genuine article remains to be seen. If it is, then I’ll have Zealand’s mightiest King on my side.”

The club was placed in the centre of the circle, or as much in the centre as it could be when it was nearly wider than the diagram itself. Stepping back, Thomas cleared his throat and began to intone the words of the summoning ritual.

Let silver and fury be the essence.
Let stone, and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the colour I hold the standard for.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom of heaven itself rotate.
Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.
Let it be declared now;
Your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your might.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

Wind howled within the confined space of the hall, centred around the glowing lines of Thomas’ summoning circle so as not to disturb the others despite its intensity; only Thomas’s clothes were whipped up, only he felt their chill as it ran down his spine. It was an unusually violent reaction, perhaps due to the unusually violent nature of the Servant being summoned.

A boom of thunder tore the air apart as the Servant appeared. There was no fanfare, no sparkling lights or glorious entrance; just what was once an empty space finding itself suddenly occupied by a bloody-minded Viking as a sound like the world exploding rang out. The mana which had lit the circle slowly faded out, seeing to take some of the light out of the room with it, at least in the vicinity of the summoning, the red marks on Thomas’s hand and the glint of barely restrained fury in the Servant’s eyes glowing all the brighter for it.

The new arrival stood tall, taller than Thomas, and imposing; he wore nothing but a fur pelt around his waist and a cloak fashioned from the plundered fur of a bear, the rest of his body bare to expose a muscular form untouched by blade or spear or arrow. Not a single scar could be seen. Berserker, for with that appearance he could be nothing else, wielded a solid oaken club in each clenched fist, the weapons held with white-knuckle intensity as if the warrior was already eager to bludgeon something. The weapons were nearly identical to the one still lying at the Servant’s feet.

“I am your Master.”

From the moment he had been summoned Berserker’s eyes had been locked on Thomas’ own; the Servant gave no impression of understanding the sentence that had been spoken, there was nothing within his eyes to suggest comprehension, acceptance or rejection of the declaration. Only rage.
In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oh, I see. Well, Bryn was banished before the end of the Age of the Gods for sure, otherwise Odin wouldn't be meddling in the affairs of the mortals as directly as he does in her backstory. Or at least I think this must be the case since you know... the Nasuverse likes to be vague about lots of things.


Hmm, that's a good point but it does make things a little bit iffy as far as Harald's backstory is concerned. He supposedly received divine guidance from Odin before all of his battles which allowed him to win decisively each time despite the fact that he lived in what should be the Age of Man, having been born in the 7th century.

Either way what's certain is that Sigurd's story takes place around the the tail end of the 5th, to beginning of the 6th century. No matter how you look at it, Bryn was sleeping under Odin's curse for at least a few centuries before her beloved knight came to wake her up.

Nevertheless, if Harald ever fought with Sigurd (as his backstory states) it's more or less certain that they would know one another.


That was a different Sigurd; Sigurd Hring, father of Ragnor Lodbrok. Harald was king of Sweden and Denmark during the 8th century, so after the time Brynhildr was still around and well after when she was still taking warriors to Valhalla from the sounds of it.

Bryn was a really well known figure during that time, after all. Plus, her armor and spear are canonically made of mythril, a metal that doesn't exist on this world but anyone involved with Norse mythology probably should be able to recognize on sight.

Brynhildr is really a super distinguished figure in the lore.


Harald would absolutely know who Brynhildr was, as I expect most vikings would, although given his current mental state it's likely a bit of a moot point. He's not a raving madman all of the time though, so maybe there will be some recognition there.

Thanks for the input.
In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I know the basics of Brynhildr's story but I couldn't find anything that suggested when it happened, in terms of what year or even what century.

I'm mostly just trying to figure out if Bryn was still a Valkyrie when Harald lived, ruled and died and whether she would have any idea of who he was because of her duties. It's not important, since Berserker won't show her any recognition either way, just wondering.
In Fate/Crimson Dusk → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Does anyone know roughly when Brynhildr lost her divinity and was cursed? I'm trying to figure out to what degree she and Berserker would be aware of each other, or at least to what degree she would know of him.

Though, Harald escorted himself to Valhalla for what it's worth. He wasn't collected by a Valkyrie like most.
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