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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
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We have a Discord Server (Belial is in it already):
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Fate/Novus Apocrypha - The Ends Justify the Means!
Disclaimer: While the Type-Moon Wiki isn't the best source, it is the most accessible one. So do look it up for when you find some terms difficult to understand.
Summary
There was a story of an ambitious Magi who stole the manifestation of the Holy Grail and transported it to Romania, where sixty years later, he declared his secession from the Magus' Association and revealed his possession of said Grail to provoke a war which will shake the heavens and the earth. That man was Darnic Prestone Yggdmillenia... And this is not his story.
For in this timeline, he who stole the Grail was stolen from, throwing off his plans for vengance upon his fellow Magi. Darnic the Thief found that it was his turn to suffer theft, and all he can do was fume, for the Grail disappeared so perfectly that he could not find out who had stolen it. Several years later, in 2021, a new faction arose in the south of Greece, where Sparta once stood - These men and women proclaimed themselves the Philosopher Kings, harbingers of a world where Magi ruled over Mortals, and the Supernatural ruled over the Mundane.
And they had the Holy Grail - All they needed was a Holy Grail War to power it. And so Anastasios Palaiologos, leader of the Philosopher Kings, sent out a challenge to the Magus' Association and Yggdmillenia, telling them in simple terms that if they wanted the Grail, to 'come and get it!'.
Long story short, Anastasios and the Servant he summoned, Altera, massacred the initial forces Yggdmillenia and the Magus' Association sent, but not before those forces succeeded in activating the 'reserve system' of the Greater Holy Grail, allowing for the summoning of a whopping 21 Servants, allowing seven masters from the Magus' Association, Yggdmillenia, and the Philosopher Kings to fight it out to win the Spartan Holy Grail War!
Yes, I, Letter Bee, am running a Fate RP. And yes, 21 Servants and Masters is very ambitious, which is why the game only needs 3 Master-Servant Pairs from each side to actually start, with the rest being filled by NPCs until more players join. Here are the rules:
Rules:
1.) No Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Karna (Except as a Rider or Saber), or Heracles. No King Hassan, Alcides, and Quirinus, either. Or Merlin. Basically, if it's as powerful as any of the listed Servants, it is forbidden for Players' PC choices.
2.) No Powergaming or Godmoding. Metagaming is allowed only if you have Divination Magecraft or other forms of 'flawless' info-gathering.
3.) Be nice to others as well as the GM and Co-GMs.
4.) Players who leave or drop out will have their characters controlled by the GM and Co-GMs.
5.) Dead Apostles and Half-Demons exist in this setting but only the Philosopher Kings can have them as participants.
6.) You can only have the usual seven Servant Classes while GM NPCs have Shielder and Ruler. That means no Avengers, Foreigners, Savers, and none of your own Shielders and Rulers.
7.) Greek, Roman, and Byzantine Servants will not get a staging ground bonus from being summoned in Greece.
8.) New Rule: From now on, all New Character Sheets require 3 Approvals from the Main GM and Co-GMs to be fully permitted to play. Also, Co-GMs can override or put a moratorium on Main GM decisions if they feel like they are bad for the game itself.
Servants and Master Applications
Ugh, feeling uninspired today.
Hopefully, the others post too.
William Windsor and his Crew - Flashback
Outside Gill'home's habitable zone was the Gas Giant Gill'bright a planet the size of Jupiter around which the Windsor Autonomous Trading Fleet had constructed its own shipyards. These were ostensibly for the production of armed merchant ships which can survive the lawlessness of the frontier, but from the start, the shipyards were intended to be an illegal naval arsenal, capable of retrofitting armed merchantmen into warships or building the latter outright. Due to the Gill's Star System being seen as a 'cursed zone' by the Ascendancy plus copious amounts of bribery, this was overlooked. But now, William Windsor thought as the Queen Elizabeth moved closer to the Gas Giant, he had met Alexander Kherol, and found him to be someone who would not be fazed by superstition or money.
You can always turn back, Windsor's own mind whispered to him. Leave all thoughts of fighting behind, bow down to whoever rules the Post-War Ascendancy -
"Never," Windsor whispered to himself from his position on the ship's bridge, an insulated control room connected to the rest of the ship through cameras and sophisticated fiber-optics. As the rest of his crew turned to him in surprise, the young man said, "We're not turning back - Send a message to Shipmaster Calar and tell him to begin preperations to refit the Queen Elizabeth for war."
Shipmaster Calar was a Korta from the ex-vassal worlds who stayed loyal to the Autonomous Fleet despite his species being free from their forced oaths to the Ascendancy. Older than Windsor, he had served as one of the young man's father figures when his actual father had died in a freak accident long ago, and despite his earlier doubts, Windsor trusted him. As the small Elephant-like Alien sent a holographic projection to the bridge, he lifted his trunk as if to pat Windsor on the head, before saying in a hoary voice, "The time has come, eh?"
Windsor nodded, then said, "Yes. This ship's trading days are done for now - It must become a vessel for war."
War. He didn't love it, and only studied it the same way he studied disease, in order to cure it whenever it cropped up and to find new ways to resist ever having to use it. But in order to achieve his aims, he was going to have to use force - How he hated it, and how he hated how he felt there was no other choice! Shipmaster Calar's holographic projection patted him on the head then, saying, "There, there, Will - You know that there are some things worth fighting for."
Doubt left Windsor, at least for this moment, and the certainty of his vision filled him once more. Evidence backed him up, he was not going to concede his vision of a future to anyone, not even to someone who had superior military capabilities to him. He was merely going to adapt, to find someone who had the brains and training to match Grand Admiral Kherol's military mind. And of course, bend his resources to finding out more about the Grand Admiral's past and personality - Know thy enemy is an old proverb, after all...
Outside Gill'home's habitable zone was the Gas Giant Gill'bright a planet the size of Jupiter around which the Windsor Autonomous Trading Fleet had constructed its own shipyards. These were ostensibly for the production of armed merchant ships which can survive the lawlessness of the frontier, but from the start, the shipyards were intended to be an illegal naval arsenal, capable of retrofitting armed merchantmen into warships or building the latter outright. Due to the Gill's Star System being seen as a 'cursed zone' by the Ascendancy plus copious amounts of bribery, this was overlooked. But now, William Windsor thought as the Queen Elizabeth moved closer to the Gas Giant, he had met Alexander Kherol, and found him to be someone who would not be fazed by superstition or money.
You can always turn back, Windsor's own mind whispered to him. Leave all thoughts of fighting behind, bow down to whoever rules the Post-War Ascendancy -
"Never," Windsor whispered to himself from his position on the ship's bridge, an insulated control room connected to the rest of the ship through cameras and sophisticated fiber-optics. As the rest of his crew turned to him in surprise, the young man said, "We're not turning back - Send a message to Shipmaster Calar and tell him to begin preperations to refit the Queen Elizabeth for war."
Shipmaster Calar was a Korta from the ex-vassal worlds who stayed loyal to the Autonomous Fleet despite his species being free from their forced oaths to the Ascendancy. Older than Windsor, he had served as one of the young man's father figures when his actual father had died in a freak accident long ago, and despite his earlier doubts, Windsor trusted him. As the small Elephant-like Alien sent a holographic projection to the bridge, he lifted his trunk as if to pat Windsor on the head, before saying in a hoary voice, "The time has come, eh?"
Windsor nodded, then said, "Yes. This ship's trading days are done for now - It must become a vessel for war."
War. He didn't love it, and only studied it the same way he studied disease, in order to cure it whenever it cropped up and to find new ways to resist ever having to use it. But in order to achieve his aims, he was going to have to use force - How he hated it, and how he hated how he felt there was no other choice! Shipmaster Calar's holographic projection patted him on the head then, saying, "There, there, Will - You know that there are some things worth fighting for."
Doubt left Windsor, at least for this moment, and the certainty of his vision filled him once more. Evidence backed him up, he was not going to concede his vision of a future to anyone, not even to someone who had superior military capabilities to him. He was merely going to adapt, to find someone who had the brains and training to match Grand Admiral Kherol's military mind. And of course, bend his resources to finding out more about the Grand Admiral's past and personality - Know thy enemy is an old proverb, after all...
can i app arjuna rider
How powerful is that?
I'll put down a potentially interested as well.
Also Karna rider is OP, plz no. He had a chariot that could stand against the world itself.
Isn't said chariot Mana-intensive?
William Windsor and his Crew - Flashback
If the Windsor Autonomous Trading Fleet had a homeworld, it was not one dedicated to production or commerce. If the various trading flotillas flying under the Windsor Banner had a place to put down roots, it was not in a place where its glories or that of Humanity's were preached, but rather in the site of its greatest failure of judgement. For William Windsor, like his mother and grandfather before him, had chosen to set up shop in the orbit of Gill'home, the homeworld of the Gill species, now restored to its former glory after the Ascendancy's Xenocide.
As he walked the green-and-gold corridors of his mothership, Queen Elizabeth, William Windsor thought about how despite the reparations the Autonomous Fleet had given the Gill, the cycle of revenge was still turning - Maybe it would never be stopped by anything he can do, maybe the GIll would still hate him and other Humans as a species no matter how much they strove for atonement.
And as William Windsor pressed the button opening the observation deck, seeing Gill'home's perfect azure globe of blue waters, the Master Trader thought to himself that he didn't care a whit about whether his family's attempts to atone for the Ascendancy's crimes would stop the cycle of revenge or not. What mattered was that they followed their conscience instead of losing themselves in the quest for money and power like the rest of the Ascendancy's rich and powerful - They had chosen to be outcasts despite their wealth and defiantly flaunted their status as outsiders to those offended. Even the attire he wore, a green silken suit capped off by a flowing silver cape, was outlandish and anachronistic enough that the 'real' elites back in the Core Worlds would scoff in disgust.
And he was fine with that, really.
What he wasn't fine with, however, was facing the intelligent and intimidating Grand Admiral Alexander Kherol, a man not easily daunted or decived by the equivalent of cheap parlor tricks or displays of wealth. He knew he cannot defeat the man easily, if at all, yet a clash between their opposing visions was inescapable, inevitable. And Windsor knew his vision was worth fighting for, even if, he thought as he looked around the observation deck, he had to fight for it -
"You are not alone," Elizabeth Windsor's voice cut through the silence, as the aging woman, Windsor's mother, entered the room. "William, none of the Autonomous Fleet's leaders ever acted alone or with only sycophants and blind minions - You don't need to start doing the former."
Dressed in a gown of Imperial Purple, a woolen pink shawl draped on her shoulders, Elizabeth Windsor seemed physically weak, but her son knew better to underestimate the wisdom she held or disaparge her kindness. Nevertheless as she placed her arm on his shoulder, William Windsor dared to doubt as he responded, "Mother - No, Mom - You're right. But how can I be sure that the people I do have are truly with me? I bind people to me using two things - One is money and another is the shared feeling of being cast out by the closed minds of the Ascendancy's elites. And in my darker days," Such as now, he thought, "I think they're mostly with me for the former and the latter is easily cast aside once the Ascendancy offers to accept them back."
Her wrinkled, but still fair, face smiling, brusing her greying hair with her other hand, Elizabeth said, "William, when I met your father, he bound me to him not by promising me riches and power, but by shared commitments, by respecting my intelligence. As long as you give them a credible cause to fight for, and respect them as people, those whom you want to fight beside you will fight like lions."
She then changed the subject, "Now tell me, the boy who came to you, the boy who was so earnest... Do you trust him?"
Windsor nodded and said, "Yes, I do. It all sounds so outlandish, what he said, but it's not impossible. That, and I did some investigating - He does love his parents and they actually love him. Enough to risk the regime's wrath should certain revelations come to light. I've also sent a few agents to Masser Secundus and Academy City - They've found supporting evidence there as well." Looking at his mother, the dark-skinned-blond said, "If we can act on this evidence as quickly as possible, we might stand a chance of fixing the mess Humanity has been in since the end of the Commonwealth."
A pause as he steeled himself, "Weapons, ships, troops and logistics, all are nothing if not animated by a good enough reason to use them. We must make sure that even if the Ascendancy can match us in any other way, our vision will be the breath of fresh air they lack."
Elizabeth Windsor spoke, "The Return to Democracy, the balancing of Individual and Community, and the belief that the Strong must not harm the Weak, but the Weak should not be content with staying such. And finally, coexistence. Coexistence without loss, victory without war. We will fight for that vision, my son, and that rotteness the Ascendancy represents will be cut out with a hot knife..."
If the Windsor Autonomous Trading Fleet had a homeworld, it was not one dedicated to production or commerce. If the various trading flotillas flying under the Windsor Banner had a place to put down roots, it was not in a place where its glories or that of Humanity's were preached, but rather in the site of its greatest failure of judgement. For William Windsor, like his mother and grandfather before him, had chosen to set up shop in the orbit of Gill'home, the homeworld of the Gill species, now restored to its former glory after the Ascendancy's Xenocide.
As he walked the green-and-gold corridors of his mothership, Queen Elizabeth, William Windsor thought about how despite the reparations the Autonomous Fleet had given the Gill, the cycle of revenge was still turning - Maybe it would never be stopped by anything he can do, maybe the GIll would still hate him and other Humans as a species no matter how much they strove for atonement.
And as William Windsor pressed the button opening the observation deck, seeing Gill'home's perfect azure globe of blue waters, the Master Trader thought to himself that he didn't care a whit about whether his family's attempts to atone for the Ascendancy's crimes would stop the cycle of revenge or not. What mattered was that they followed their conscience instead of losing themselves in the quest for money and power like the rest of the Ascendancy's rich and powerful - They had chosen to be outcasts despite their wealth and defiantly flaunted their status as outsiders to those offended. Even the attire he wore, a green silken suit capped off by a flowing silver cape, was outlandish and anachronistic enough that the 'real' elites back in the Core Worlds would scoff in disgust.
And he was fine with that, really.
What he wasn't fine with, however, was facing the intelligent and intimidating Grand Admiral Alexander Kherol, a man not easily daunted or decived by the equivalent of cheap parlor tricks or displays of wealth. He knew he cannot defeat the man easily, if at all, yet a clash between their opposing visions was inescapable, inevitable. And Windsor knew his vision was worth fighting for, even if, he thought as he looked around the observation deck, he had to fight for it -
"You are not alone," Elizabeth Windsor's voice cut through the silence, as the aging woman, Windsor's mother, entered the room. "William, none of the Autonomous Fleet's leaders ever acted alone or with only sycophants and blind minions - You don't need to start doing the former."
Dressed in a gown of Imperial Purple, a woolen pink shawl draped on her shoulders, Elizabeth Windsor seemed physically weak, but her son knew better to underestimate the wisdom she held or disaparge her kindness. Nevertheless as she placed her arm on his shoulder, William Windsor dared to doubt as he responded, "Mother - No, Mom - You're right. But how can I be sure that the people I do have are truly with me? I bind people to me using two things - One is money and another is the shared feeling of being cast out by the closed minds of the Ascendancy's elites. And in my darker days," Such as now, he thought, "I think they're mostly with me for the former and the latter is easily cast aside once the Ascendancy offers to accept them back."
Her wrinkled, but still fair, face smiling, brusing her greying hair with her other hand, Elizabeth said, "William, when I met your father, he bound me to him not by promising me riches and power, but by shared commitments, by respecting my intelligence. As long as you give them a credible cause to fight for, and respect them as people, those whom you want to fight beside you will fight like lions."
She then changed the subject, "Now tell me, the boy who came to you, the boy who was so earnest... Do you trust him?"
Windsor nodded and said, "Yes, I do. It all sounds so outlandish, what he said, but it's not impossible. That, and I did some investigating - He does love his parents and they actually love him. Enough to risk the regime's wrath should certain revelations come to light. I've also sent a few agents to Masser Secundus and Academy City - They've found supporting evidence there as well." Looking at his mother, the dark-skinned-blond said, "If we can act on this evidence as quickly as possible, we might stand a chance of fixing the mess Humanity has been in since the end of the Commonwealth."
A pause as he steeled himself, "Weapons, ships, troops and logistics, all are nothing if not animated by a good enough reason to use them. We must make sure that even if the Ascendancy can match us in any other way, our vision will be the breath of fresh air they lack."
Elizabeth Windsor spoke, "The Return to Democracy, the balancing of Individual and Community, and the belief that the Strong must not harm the Weak, but the Weak should not be content with staying such. And finally, coexistence. Coexistence without loss, victory without war. We will fight for that vision, my son, and that rotteness the Ascendancy represents will be cut out with a hot knife..."
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