Lonewolf685

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Will post Wednesday or Thursday.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Yeah curses are definitely moe af, how else one of its user is named Tamamo no Moe? :^)

@Nanashi Ninanai

Indeed :3 Soon everyone is going to be sporting a special little love spot on their neck so Tamamo can jolt them when they disrespect her Master~

And even though she wasn't summoned, Elizabeth Bathory will still be electrocuted up on the Throne of Heroes, cause Tama knows how to hold a grudge.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Looks at Babylonia post... Well, good thing Tamamo didn't hit up Babylon. Powers of Diplomacy, GO!

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

@ADamnFiddle

Tamamo and Himiko are going to have a loooooooooooooong talk about Ravel's curses. Primarily on how to make them even nastier and more varied in their afflictions. Everyone will cower in the rooms from the ominious aura seeping past the closed door of their slumber party of evil!

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

@PKMNB0Y

You mentioned Green Goat twice.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Sorry for the wait. IRL had me tied up.

BTW, does Saber not notice that Lancelot isn't a Berserker this time, or am I misreading things?

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Richard Montag - Babylonia

It struck Richard that he was about to receive a first hand account of a sorcery long thought impossible to achieve by the works of modern man, and here he was without the means to perceive or record what transpired with any more definition than the human eye offered. The thought occurred to him that he could endeavor to reinforce his ocular nerves, but just as quickly as it was thought he discarded the idea. Mysteries within mysteries was hardly a good idea when one didn't have the first inkling of an idea who this means of conveyance worked, and even if their was no risk involved, the mechanisms behind this were not likely to be the kind one perceives through the spectrum of light alone.

I suppose none of this amounts to anything if we don't succeed in our endeavors. Even Sorcery amounts to nil if no one is left to fathom its depths. The smartly dressed magi thought in a bemused fashion and followed in the footsteps of Keisuke to cross the threshold of time and space to land upon the sun kissed soil of a bygone era. He quickly removed his glasses as a bevy of sensory data assailed him.

It was as though stepping into an alien world, distinct from what they had just departed and hitting them with all the suddenness of escaping the summer heat by stepping into an air conditioned room. On a physical level there was an indescribable crispness to the air around them, undiluted from years of industrialization and filling Richard's lungs with each joyous breath. This didn't even begin to touch upon the prana radiating from the earth and buzzing about them in a wild abundance, a veritable bounty upon the world that was likely common place during the Age of Gods.

"Now if only we hadn't landed in such troubled times."

Donning his spectacles once more, Richard adjusted his gaze to take in the more immediate and physical details of their environment, finding they were confronted by the mundane and mystical in equal measure. Spearmen where something of a concern if he didn't keep his wits about him, as any Lancer would be quick to attest to their effectiveness in the hands of both peasant and hero alike. Luckily for the inhabitants, the time displaced magi and Servants had their eyes set for the temple mount and not invasion, or things could have been dicey.

"A-" He began to call for his servant only to let the word die on the tip of his tongue with the realization that calling out for an 'Assassin' while surrounded by paranoid soldiers could only spell disaster. Take up position two steps back and to the left of Keisuke, Richard followed suit in the pilgrimage to the ziggurats bowels whilst throwing his Servant a side long glance. "Partner, I'd rather we not leave a trail of deceased persons in our wake only to be greeted by an army when we endeavor to leave, so let's do as we do best and keep things...civil."

@GreenGoat @PKMNB0Y

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Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia

The vulpine servant had expected to come upon a miserable land, and her expectations were quickly surpassed by the macabre battlefield they settled upon. Were her master not snugly ensconced against her tail and a proud native of the Baltic regions, she may have considered making some sign of her displeasure with the local.

She'd been within moments of offering to burn the many corpses littered around their feet to spare her beloved the sight of them when Seyrun directed her to demonstrate the greatness of her Master's Servant by rescuing the local hero from his perilous tryst with a possible Valkyrie. This was not the situation Tamamo had expected to be thrust upon her, but the Caster would be damned if she disappointed Seyrun straight from the get go.

"I'm deeply touched by your concern for me, Master, but I will not be felled so easily. If Yomi could not part me from your embrace, what hope does this Valkyrie have against us!?" Wisdom dictated that sending one of the knight's in to aid the swordsman would have been the wiser choice, though Tamamo was not one to be constrained by the logic of lesser Masters, like those who cowered behind their knight while spewing fire with reckless abandon. Nor was she the type to be usurped by a child's drawing made manifest, no matter how flawless the butler's form may have been.

Without need for incantation, the Aspect of the Sun Goddess molded her prana into a trio of rectangular slips of paper fanned outwards within the palm of her hand. These ofuda glowed with a dark scarlet aura which smoldered with an intensity befitting the labors of a Caster's magecraft.

"Sir Swordsman, my Master has declared you to be in the right at this hour, so brace yourself for my divine intervention and don't waste this generous opportunity!"

Tamamo took a step forward, her platform sandals coincidentally smashing the head of one of the stubborn deceased in a manner none too dissimilar to the butler's opening strike, and through the trio of magically charged paper to aid the swordsman. Her aim was unerring and beyond repute, sending them exactly wear Caster wished them to go.

The ground five feet behind Lancer, where they blossomed outwards in a marvelous display of fire and force to throw the Valkyrie forward onto the swordsman expectant sword.

Hopefully.

@KoL @ADamnFiddle@Nanashi Ninanai

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Margarita Reynard - Scandinavia

"Edaltaud. What a marvelous creation, Faust."

Margarita spoke, terse but honest in her praise of Caster's creation. What weariness she may have possessed in regards to the act of summoning demons was dispelled upon finding a dapper butler where she had envisioned a towering grotesque beast of scales, horns, and rippling muscle. Add to the fact they were presently surrounded by the Dead, a sadly common occurrence in her line of work, and there really wasn't any time for doubts.

The seasoned Enforcer drew out her muskets from beneath her traveling cloak, feeling a solid sense of surety wash over her as both barrels thrummed with collected prana. It was always something of a guilty pleasure to hear others in the business criticize such an ignoble choice of armament while they banded around their enchanted rings and assorted jewelry. They offered such little space to weave the magecraft and engrave runes, as opposed to the long barrel of a firearm whose insides could be blanketed in finely woven mysteries with greater density.

"Careful with your fire. The Dead may be burn, but it is not an instantaneous demise. If they grab you, you will surely burn along with them!" Margarita barked, not in the least bit interested to be caught in such a rancid conflagration. Seeing one of their number was shaken already- A state she wouldn't readily criticize given these were extraordinary circumstances- she left the corpses in her immediate area to the demon butler while she raised Fox & Hound at those around Walgrave. A firm squeeze of both triggers sent gray orbs of condensed Ether hurtling from the barrels and through the heads of the corpses closest to him.

His Servant likely would have sufficed in this matter, but assuaging the nerves of others would do well to keeping the group stable.

@VitaVitaAR @Beloss

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The War of the Three

As of now I'm officially going off on hiatus from War of the Three. Consider the initial lamia all impaled on the spikes while Suparna got locked out and went home. KoL and Windel have my notes on the challenge, but they can do as they like to tailor to their styles if they want. Don't know when I will come back, but for now I need a vacation from PvP.

Ciao.

@Lmpkio @Grombus @KoL @floodtalon @The 42nd Gecko @Mega Birb @Awesomoman64 @Ryonara @Flamelord @Lucius Cypher @Banana @TheWindel

God's Shattering [Concluded]

Poor Eleonor, everyone just wants to force themselves on her, or outright reject being forced upon by her. If only she had a devoted maid who adored her for all her faults and would do anything to be with her...

God's Shattering [Concluded]

Lorelai

The Abyssal Knight roused from her self-destructive ruminations by the tug on her arm, resulting in Lorelai being figuratively and literally dragged into reality in pursuit of the abducting slime. It was a struggle to get her feet under her against the harshness of Solanne's pulling, but it was what she needed to ground herself once again and begin running of her own volition after the vulgarity spewing beastkin.

"So stupid of me. This isn't a thrice damned puzzle to get frustrated over, and I'm not the only hurt here either." Lorelai scolded herself in a more reasonable manner, dispelling her worries with a wild shake of her hair. Slimes were rarely fast eaters, so by all accounts there should be time left to liberate Eleonor before any lasting harm is done, if they could only find her, that is.

Luckily for the party, they had happened upon a very adept tracker keenly suited for this kind of work.

"Forget the exit, we are going after Eleonor if I have to collapse this entire damn sewer to do it!" Lorelai barked over the rattle of her greaves slamming into the sewer's stone work with each frenzied step in Ruxen's wake. Vaguely, she could tell that the outsiders who had crashed into the church were trying to ask something of them, though the odds of Lorelai responding with anything intelligible during her dash were Nil.

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Yet while they still struggled to pursue, Eleonor had already been ferried to her destination.

From within the confines of the corrosive slime she would have a poor sense of direction through the viscous mass and murky waters, and shock absorbing nature made every bend and turn nearly imperceptible if she were not focusing with all her wits for the subtle shifts in the slime's body. The exception to this came in the form of a long, steep decline in elevation where the slime rocketed down the channel and into a central cavern that had a startling degree of clarity with it form methodically placed lights in the walls and ceiling.

It was a circular chamber 200 meters in diameter with a vaulted ceiling some 20 feet above, and five arched tunnels, each being no taller then 8 feet but 3 times that in width, leading into it like the points of a pentagon, including that of the one she arrived in. Along the walls were stone walkways, with bridges going over the tunnel's mouths to allow one the luxury of walking the circumference of the room without needing to leap over the rancid water. Across the room from where Eleonor entered was a stretch of wall with a square indentation in the wall and the unmistakable box shape of a lift waiting at the bottom with boundless lengths of chain shooting up past the ceiling to lift its occupants to parts unknown among the surface, but that was little more then a pipe dream if Eleonor was even able to perceive it.

The dominant feature of this room- No, the entire sewer system, was what lay in the center of the room. What came about from the five currents of sewage and slime converging together was a massive whirlpool dominating the majority of the space there, some 180 meters of the room roiling in a downwards spiral that would crush any poor soul caught without sooner then it would drown them.

This didn't pertain to the slime, however, as the very moment it entered the room, it banked hard to the left and dragged the Crimson Knight onto the stone walkway, averting a swift end beneath countless tons of sewage. It spat her out without a care for decorum and not a gesture in parting before it flung itself back into the waters and slid into the current to resume its duties. If it had left her alone, Eleonor would have only been confronted with a hearty jog around a room twice as large as an Olympic running track, but fate was a cruel mistress to the Luxonne family, and was liable to heap misery upon misery whenever the opportunity struck.

So it was that Eleonor, no doubt coughing and sputtering from ingesting slime in her commute, would find soft, delicate, and cold hands reach down to cup her cheeks with angelic tenderness. They were wet to the touch, much the same as Eleonor was, and gently beckoned for the Knight to look upon a familiar face. A countenance many a church goer was familiar with, which now oozed a tan slime from her eyes, ears, and lips while a vibrant red light shone through her soaked robes to dance upon Eleonor's features.

"O' my faithless friend. It was not long ago I had been saving the souls of Deva's people, yet now I seem to have been given a new calling." The robed woman spoke, her voice as crystal clear as it was before even with the slime pouring from her lips. "This work is rather important, gross as it may be, and I do believe it has put me in a most blessed position to save you from yourself, Elly."


@KoL@TheWindel@McFazzer