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The Burning Sword and The Seven Rings (Loosely based on Sonic and the Secret Rings) (Interest check)

To be honest, if this does kick off, I have an idea for Uhu the wind spirit just being storybook shadow.

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

I have a few characters I could use for this. (I can probably do a Rider or Lancer.)

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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On a Roof in Miyama Town
@ReallyDumb@Scallop@floodtalon@Froppy

Roland wore armor of course, and despite the attack to his legs, armor did what it was supposed to do. Take the impact. The back of his legs took the blunt force, but Jack never did get to sawing before the horn went off. The blarring sound of his oliphant filled the air, and then it was back in his armory, fading away as he felt the burden of that drain on his mana. That and his master's own. Had he possessed further mana, he might have used Oliphant again, to keep blowing the flames away, but that didn't seem to be possible as he could see them darkening. Now black, and he cursed his poor luck. Why of all things was this happening?

His gaze turned to the boy in green, ready to slay the interfering party. "You dare attack somebody trying to save lives? You are a real crook, and not worthy of being a hero!" His hand reached for Durandal, but that didn't last long as he could feel more approaching servants. Friends of the green boy? He turned to look, and right there, in a bridal carry was some kind of horned demon, and a man with a terrible fashion sense. Must be a Serbian, they have no sense of taste.

He turned his attention away from the archer, or was that serbian man a caster? He was using lightning, that crashed around him. But Roland's heart was already leaping about, bravery unwilling to let him retreat. There was no greater valor than a fight like this.
Master, I am outnumbered. Send me more of those fighting moves of yours. Roland said, transmitting the message to his master. Who he hoped was staying safe. He needed all the close quarters skills he could, as a mere glance could tell him the person with the sword was clearly a berserker, and not human. Good. It wouldn't be a fair fight otherwise.
BRB Editing this next bit.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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On a Roof in Miyama Town - Fighting Jack
@ReallyDumb

Roland was on the top of a roof. Already establish. The thing about roofs is, they're usually pretty tiled. And tiles, if you run on them, are loud. They have a distinct noise to boot. It's not the sound of running on a cobbled pavement. No, that's harder to distingush when people are running about. Second, the jump required to get up onto the roof. It was the sudden clatter of the tiles that alerted Roland of the arrival of another servant. After all, who else could, or even would make the jump onto a rooftop? Then there was the clattering. Sure he was focused on his horn, but there was no fool alive who could miss the sound of a full blown sprint going on behind him.

Thankfully, it was Roland's cape that helped him out here. That long, flowing cape that drifted down to his legs. It was good for more than just looking good. It hid his body from those standing behind him. In the moment where Jack was closest, Roland leapt. Flipping actually. The other servant was shorter, something he had guessed from the distance between the sounds of the strides on the rooftop. His cape blocked Jack's view, and as Roland had been standing on the edge, that was where Jack would be as Roland landed, his own speed rather phenomenal despite it all. In fact, he'd say he and Jack were matched for speed. But no sword swing could move faster than what Roland did next.

His hands were still on his Oliphant. His lips pressed against it. Roland landed on the roof, the tiles cracking beneath his feet. His cheeks puffed. In a matter of time that was less than a second from when Jack attacked, Roland was attacking on his own. The true name of his weapon already spoken, he breathed into it...

BWEEEEEEEEEEM!

Had he been standing on the edge like he had planned, the building he stood upon would have been fine. But with Jack in front of him, the shockwave was deafening. In an instant, fast as sound itself... NO, Faster! A sonic boom! The entire area in front of Roland was a blast zone. Should it hit, the force of the Oliphant would knock Jack back. Back, into the burning house and into the cursed flames. The ground below Jack's feet splintered, leaving him with nothing to stand on, nothing to kick off of. Only the fire to catch him.

There were no words. Despite his nature, Roland had a goal to accomplish. It was a shame that Jack may be a casualty of it.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Church Hilltop
@Scallop@Kyoka@EnterTheHero-@Yukitamas

It was Ludwig's reaction that amused Xerxes the most. Resting his head in his hand, he watched the young mage reel at the sudden knowledge now at his hands. While he rarely told others just how old he was, a mere one hundred years still amazed in a way that satisfied. In fact, watching the boy's reactions all throughout were a bit of a blessing. Ludwig seemed to be the kind of person who wore his expressions on his sleeves, something Xerxes had once done. But by the time he was fifty he had long learned to create the perfect poker face. A little help from his dear friend Bahadur. Long dead by now, but that man was responsible for the man Xerxes was now.

"You Ludwig, right now, are the only mage who knows in this war." Xerxes said, cheeks turned up into a smile. "You remind me very much of myself, so if I lied to you, that would be truly dishonest, wouldn't you say? But, you are not the only mage I have ever told this. There are a select few in Persia I have placed my trust in. They watch over my possessions while I am out and about. Should I die, my wills are extensive, and I expect they shall know what to do with my collection." It was clear just in the way that he talked that he had planned ahead in this case. Should he die, which was likely, he didn't plan to leave heartache behind.

"Then there were the few I met at the Clocktower. I was a teacher at one point, but it was a short lived career. I just couldn't stay in one place long. As for how I have lived so long..." Xerxes said, as if that explained so much. But before he could continue, he paused. A word had popped into his head. Something from Berserker? That word... FIRE. "I-I apologize, Ludwig, but I have to check something. He grabbed a coat from one of the boxes he had littered around the room, and rushed up the stairs. His mystic codes still firmly attached to his belt, as if expecting an attack. But up there...

Berserker stood by the window, gaze drifting out across the distance. Across the river smoke could be seen drifting into the sky, and darkening much of the sky. The fire was just starting, and already Xerxes knew something was wrong. But he didn't move, he stood there for a moment, thinking of it. That was the foreigner district most likely. Let it burn. The Matous could suffer for it. But... "ARCHER! LUDWIG!" He shouted, already making a move towards the door. There were valuables in the foreigner district. Keep playing the good doctor routine, say the right words, and he could very well find himself in a position where the Matous owed him. No, not just the Matous. The Tohsakas too.

"There is a fire in the foreigner district! Archer, I need you to survey the damage. Berserker, Ludwig and I will follow. We have to be careful, the fire could very well be an attempt to draw out other masters and their servants." He explained as soon as the others had arrived. "You should find where your servant went. He may be in danger." Xerxes said, directing that to Suzaku. "We may need him."

They had to move fast.

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At the Bar... Not for long though.
@Sageage@Paradox Witch

Horse. Horse and horse. It was indeed as strange as he had expected. Without even a hello, his master had been kidnapped by the horseman with the intent to make him drink some kind of alcohol. Hopefully it wasn't expensive. Taking a seat, Roland let out a sigh, amused for the most part. "Horse man, if my Master dies from alcohol poisoning, I will make sure to kill you before I fade away, got that?" He declared, eyes narrowed, but a hint of a smile was telling enough that he was being playful. Just don't actually test him on it.

But as he gazed out the window, he turned to the foreigner district. Mind drifting to Olivier. What was she up to? Was she fighting the Matou master? Could she be fighting another servant? He was excited at the idea of it, and his heart skipped a beat as the first sign of smoke. That wasn't right. Standing up, he walked to the window, eyes narrowed as the smoke became dense, and his heart skipped another beat. "MASTER! The Foreigner district is ablaze!" He shouted, grabbing at the horse masked man. "I will leave you here for your own safety, but I must go stop the fire." He said, pulling his cloak up, and making his way for the door. Even if the flame went out immedietly, he was worried. He was... Afraid for Olivier's safety. The fire could very well be a fight, or the attack of a servant!

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Miyami Town @Froppy

Roland tossed a bike aside as he crossed the bridge. Naturally he had of course been riding it, since it was easier than simply running all that distance. This was not the only bike he had stolen of course. It was the second. The first he had stolen right outside the pub, and had been half-way down the street when he snapped the handlebar right off trying to turn. These bikes were so fragile...

But as he looked upon the blaze, it had only grown since he had last seen it. Leaping onto a builiding adjacent to the flames, he reached for his Oliphant, the unicorn horn materializing into his hand. It was a curved horn, with a spiraled look to it like that of a shell plucked from the ocean. "Oliphant... ROAR LIKE THE HEAVENS!" Roland declared, his voice filling the air, before he placed his lips to the horn.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

It was like a sonic boom. A blast of the horn echoed through the entire district, alerting all who could hear it. But the ones responsible for the fire? Their hearts were filled with fear, and they ran. The charisma of the Oni broke on all in the city, and nobody would be adding to the blaze from now on. But, the blaze was already set.

The force of his horn struck the fire, and if it was a normal fire he'd had snuffed it out all at once. But that wasn't the case. But with luck, he had managed to curtail the flames, by blowing away enough of the flames from the force of his horn.

Fate/Darkened Moon - Reboot made by VanceXentan - PVE Styled Great Grail War

If more than two people show interest and it works out, I'm interested in throwing my hat in again. Probably with a different servant. Since Poe was probably too much for the previous RP.

I have a more classical kind of Caster (Amenhotep) or I could always bring out a Berserker idea I've had lying about. (Either Dong Zhuo or Rostam.)

The Burning Sword and The Seven Rings (Loosely based on Sonic and the Secret Rings) (Interest check)

Bringing this back up I notice. You might want to rewrite the story to be honest. Might attract more attention, and as people said before, you might want to open it up more, so you aren't playing the de-facto hero and the rest are side characters.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Current Things that can be done about the massive fire:
- Roland has a Noble Phantasm that can help.
- Xerxes Kaveh is great with curses, and can lessen the damage to a smallish area. As well as remove all food for the fire.
- Reiki Matou is going to get people clear of the fire.
- Ruler is going to help.
- Destroy nearby buildings so the fire can't spread to them.
- Build trenches.
- Trolius is going to be helping with the evacuation.
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MORE WILL BE ADDED TO THIS AS PEOPLE MENTION IDEAS.

Sword of Imulvaerta (Open, Accepting Any and All Applicants)

You know, some details on the world / goal of this RP would be nice. Simply because the sword seems like a big mcguffin, and knowing what the world is like is important to an RP like this.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Church Hilltop
@Scallop

Xerxes could tell that Ludwig was interested in the Haoma. But if he knew its true properties... Well, Xerxes would tell him in time. Not that he had a reason not to for now, but all mages here in this war had something to keep secret. Not that he really had anything to hide beyond this. He was a bit too open about who he could be.

"Well, chickens made good company. I guess I just saw something in such a humble lifestyle as raising chickens. Not all mages are born to wealth, Ludwig. Some like myself have to go out and create their fortunes." It was a simple lesson sure, but Xerxes could be a bit of a mentor to younger mages. Considering his age though, that qualified almost every other mage on the planet. He expected Ludwig would be shocked, or even deny it at first if he told him just how long lived he was.

He was rather amused by how the boy kept a mask on him at all times. He expected the Krauste heir to be paranoid. Most mages would be when placed with such a high honor, and all the risk of ruining ones family name. Xerxes though had long come to terms with his choices, and didn't regret them one bit. But youth must carry that burden, while Xerxes had sought to abandon it. Selfish, probably but he would have rather done it a million more times than have to live his life in a cave. A life with nothing of value, rather than serving others from the darkness, and leaving only one day in a year.

"I haven't really checked his magic circuit count. But he has next to no magical resistance, or ability to resist it. I suspect that if he does have circuits, then they are dormant, or in such a poor quality and count that he may never have qualified for a mage." Xerxes said all while lighting another of the odd blue flamed lamps.

He had been observing Ludwig and his servant for a time. Well, mostly since they entered the church. But he did his research. He still wasn't sure just who Ludwig had summoned, but that may not be a real issue. In truth, archers were an interesting class. They came in a far greater variety than something as overly violent as a berserker. But Xerxes considered himself lucky to have his servant either way. He did so find a good use in something like Darius. Maybe he should spend some time with the archers. Get to know them more. The man named Tesla was from the future, and Xerxes had an tiny interest in trying to insert himself into the man's legend. Probably as an investor.

"Well, to be honest, as I said earlier, I have no wish for the grail. Maybe Berserker does, but I do not. I am a healer, seeking to help the civilians who may be injured. I was tracking a mage who I believed was seeking to get civilians injured. I ended up ambushed by the Matous and their crest worms, and well... You know the rest of the story." Xerxes said, keeping it all rather simple and easy to explain. "As for you, and your taboo research... I consider that worth pursuing. All things that have been for the betterment of humanity was once labeled as taboo. Galileo was considered a treasonous man because he dared question the church. But his actions revealed to the people that we are not the center of the galaxy. The man above use, Tesla. The way he talks you'd think the things he has done were unconceivable at the time. Taboo. To control lightning." Xerxes smiled, and finally took a seat. "If you require help, I will see what I can do to help you, achieve a dream as great as Tesla's."

"As for Persia." There was a long pause, as Xerxes gazed off into the distance. "It has changed so much since I was born. I left for a time to see the world, but when I returned... I have been alive for over a century." Xerxes said, turning his gaze to see Ludwig's reaction. "Impressive, isn't it? That I can look so young, despite having lived long enough to live through the fall of the Zand Kingdom, and the rise of a new empire in its place. You will find few of my countrymen who love the Qajar. We have lost lands to other countries, that we once held sacred. My own family lived high in the mountains, and our traditions are strong. I am the last of my family, and I do not regret it. They lived in caves, never seeing the sun. And it was only time before our lands were taken, and my family... If I was to make a wish, it would be to have somebody to pass this all onto. The secret to live to be a hundred years old. In a month, I will be celebrating my 130th birthday." A lie. He was far older. But Ludwig didn't need to know that.