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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Seirei No Hai


The bar. What... Horrible timing. Roland silently cursed himself, having proposed and already having to leave. "Olivier, let me know of your answer when I return." He said, standing up, and making little bounces away as he ran off into the forest. His heart was racing, and in a way he wasn't sure what to think or say. Since after all, he and Olivier had been betrhothed. But that was centuries ago, and since then their time on the throne of heroes had made it difficult to say such things. In truth, he was worried.

Did she still love him? Was she humoring him? He had lost his arm. His honor, and his weapon! He had run off and nearly gotten himself killed. But worse... The time in which he had become engaged to her... Was before their deaths. His own actions had led to her death on that battlefield when he had ignored her advice. His mistake! He was making mistakes again. Did she hate him for that? Of course not, but could she? This was why he didn't think. This is why he acted at all times. He reached up, and with a flick of his wrist, his cloak fluttered away, landing on the forest floor. It would come back to him, but he would not hide his missing arm for now. He had nothing to hide. His bravery made that clear.

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@BlueHelix@Paradox Witch - Pelion's Pub

Pelion's Pub... Roland had expected it to at least have a broken sign or something. Probably expecting some servant to have tried attacking it at least once in the current period. As he took another deep drink of the rice wine he had made sure to take with him and his master, he could already feel that slight intoxication. His thoughts became more focused in a way, on the task at hand. Pushing aside his worries of Olivier's love. He passed the bottle over to his master, and let out a belch as his insides churned. Being a heroic spirit at the very least didn't strip away the needs and uses of alcohol. "Drink up master. You have to at least be buzzed before we can enter the pub. Chiron will need to do his work in there most likely." Roland said, giving the bottle a shake. If they needed to drink more at any point, there was another bottle strapped to his belt.

At the door, he could see another servant, hopefully they would all be on nice terms, since they would have to drink. "Pal if you need a drink, I have extra." The one armed paladin said, about ready to reach for his sword at a moment. He covered his mouth with his fist, coughing softly as another belch felt so close. He really shouldn't have been drinking so quickly. He stood by the door, a good few feet from the other servant, so it was clear he wasn't there for any desire to fight. They were both there for a drink, or in Roland's case, his life. "You know, you seem like a nice guy. Some kind of military sort?" Roland said, trying to make idle chatter as they waited for the horse man to arrive.

The door opened, and out came Chiron. All while the world seemed to end.
"Noble horse teacher, I request some help from you. And not just the booze." Roland said, scratching at his neck. "I am dying of poison, and I'm fairly sure you can help with that." He'd probably have been more eloquent, but he was trying to get drunk.
Woo, here I am.

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Seirei No Hai


"Olivier..." Roland spoke softly, a rare thing as they sat together in that clearing. "If you can help me retrieve my sword, that would be nice." He said, with a bit of a grumble to his words. "To be honest, Durandal was a gift from my uncle, and until I retrieve that, I am not worthy of his love or respect. How am I to greet him on the throne of heroes after this? Losing my symbol?" In truth, he would like it very much if Olivier found his foe, since the two of them would be victorious despite the odds.

"As for that giant." Roland had to laugh as he remembered the story. How Olivier had killed that man with his own weapon. "At the very least, that is something you have in common with that sword thief. Jack." Roland had been pondering it for a while, and he had it down exactly. Many heroic spirits had taken things, but there are few who not only could do in the way that green boy did, but with a golden glow. "The lights gave it away. It's the golden goose, or the golden harp. You know?" Reaching out, Roland's only good hand rested on Olivier's shoulder.

"I have fought while my brains leaked out my ears. I guess I can fight with a missing arm too." He may be at his lowest, but that meant one thing. When he rose, he would be higher than ever before. "My master will need me soon, but I have something I want to discuss with you first."

Roland fell to his knees before Olivier, weight on one, while the other was bent. As if he was about to propose to her. Like he had many many years ago, on the hills of his homeland, after he had faced her in battle. He thought back on that moment, a golden glow in the air and the sky about ready to burst. The paladins weren't there then. Then it was only Roland and Olivier, and Charlemagne watching from a distance. It had been a perfect moment, and every moment since then was perfection when the two were together.

"Olivier. Once I have regained my honor. Will you marry me?"


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By the River...


His name, is Damu Baka. And he's very lucky for a man who isn't a mage. And a man without a servant. His seals had washed off already, and he had come to accept that the man who told him this was lying. But still, he had a bottle in his hand, careful not to get a drop of water on himself, collecting this for the voice in his head. That voice that had lied to him earlier, but this wasn't nearly as bad as what could have happened earlier.

And so, the man, having finished his samples, tossed his rubber gloves away, and carried the samples away with him. The voice was very specific about where he should leave this stuff. And then he was gone again. Vanishing into the city again, until the voice needed him again. He still had a use for that man.

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_________________________________Master_________________________________
Attending Church
@Yukitamas - @EnterTheHero


"Suzaku..." Xerxes was in the main room, holding several vials of water. It was exactly what he expected, but at the very least it offered a great deal of interest. But while doing this, he was speaking to the Master of the man who had turned this church into a factory of sorts. "Tell me, how do you feel about Tesla's latest approval into the church?" He spoke softly, but it might as well have been an accusation. "I mean, we came to you. You can see our faces, and the faces of our servants. But this oni creature? She has expressed interest in hurting your servant, for fun no less. And worse, we know nothing about her or her master. She says she has none, but... I highly doubt a creature like that could be independently manifested."

He was placing the samples away for now, a sigh on his lips. "What if he returns with another? And another? I realize there is no harm in allies, but allies must be able to work, and be honest to each other. Is it possible..." Xerxes looked to Suzaku, as if silently commanding him to cut his contact with Tesla for a moment. "Maybe, your servant plans to betray you."

It was a dire accusation, but not one that hadn't been asked before. Servants and master may be compatible to a degree, but total ability to work together? Xerxes at least knew he had control over his Berserker. And Ludwig's Archer was not the traitorous sort. But this Tesla was a man from the future. A future none of them had experienced yet. They didn't know his legends, not like their servants did. Not even pondering the possibility would be poor judgement for the both of them, especially since Tesla had proven to be such a powerful man, and worse, and archer with the ability to move independently of his master's will.

"I don't mean to judge, but maybe, we should consider the chance that he may kill you, and replace you with another master if he finds one more in line with his beliefs. You don't need him forever, but a man like that. If he could hop from master to master, he may very well seek to keep his operations alive even once the war is over."
I have Lancer, and my Master character is currently int he works. I'd be willing to discuss him more once he gets further along.

As for my Lancer, I'm open to pretty much anybody who wants an easy to use servant that doesn't require a lot of mana.
This character is no where NEAR done, since I got WAY too involved in his backstory. But I promise I'll have more up soon and let you know. Just a sneak peek before somebody else tries to take Musician.



We need to figure out where the Crew is starting, because some people have bounties that seem a bit too high. This is like New World levels.
Honestly, for a character I have some ideas I might want to resurrect. I might use one of my Ohaka Clan shinobi for this. Since they're pretty deplorable.

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Attending Church
@Yukitamas - @Scallop@floodtalon


Fingers brushed along Tesla's skin, and already an alchemical kit was on the table. A sample of blood to start, cleaning the wound and investigating the area around it. Xerxes had a long life, and that meant he had learned a great deal of skills. One of which was identifying poisons. He could tell almost immediatly that Tesla's blood was abnormally thick. A sign of possible stroke? The yellowing of the skin around the wounds could hint at something else. The blood alone meant that this case may require something more... Powerful than traditional medical magic.

Walking around Tesla, he reached out and held up a light, grumbling as the pupils were already dilated. Arsenic poisoning could explain this, and unfortunately it was difficult to pin down without checking it earlier at the source.
"Wisdom I have in spades." Xerxes joked, already applying stitching to the areas. "You though, have symptoms in spades. This poison has roots going back from ancient Egypt, to the modern day. It's not just a good poison, it's a kind that has withstood the test of time. There are very few that I can list that match that description." He explained, clearly running through the list. He wasn't about to name any, but arsenic came up again. Was this an Egyptian poisoner? There was clearly a lack of experience on display in the poisoning process, but that could be ruled out as merely being a result of Tesla falling into a river full of it, diluting it with water.

A good smack on Tesla's back would answer another question, awkward reaction times. Even for a servant there was something off in the timing. "I want you to relax, but I also have something that may ease your troubles." The persian master sighed, and turned to Ludwig. "Ludwig, I need you to go into the basement, and snap off a branch of the plant I've been growing." He expected that to be done quickly, and he had a mortar and pestal already out to grind the branch into a fine powder.

At this time, his alchemical research was done. And the mage let out a sigh of contempt. "You are lucky to be alive. You have two kinds of magical signatures, both foreign to your body. The first comes from the wounds, and the second is with the poison. I can't determine without further study, but the energy inside your body is aligned with spirits. Not a traditional kind of poisoning."

Placing the kit down, he finally let himself relax. "I want you to tell me everything you remember after falling into the water. Any kind of symptoms, or other things you might have seen. The oni is not responsible for all of this." He could have teased the man about this, but he doubted it would do either of them good.
"Right now, you have symptoms of Arsenic poisoning. It's nearly impossible to detect in the body, but as you are a servant, it's not some hack poisoner. I want you to ponder on any servants who may use arsenic, since that can give us a starting point." With a sigh, he finished grinding the plant into a powder, and had begun to stir it into a tea. "But, you will be fine if you drink this." The herbal tea, made from the Haoma, a mythical plant of persia that could cure any poison known of this earth.

"I will have to have somebody investigate the water, and possibly get a better reading than what can be found on your body." Xerxes said, putting his equipment away by the time Tesla had finished his new arm. "As for what you can do for me, I want you to create a weapon for my protection. I'll explain the details... In private."

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage@Cu Chulainn@Seirei No Hai


There was something... Something comforting in the way Rider spoke. As Roland had finally let out some frustration, he turned his mind to listening. And despite never turning to look the other servant in the eyes, he felt a kinship.
"Rider, you remind me of my uncle." Roland said, to break the silence in the moments before he was walking away. "My uncle did indeed mourn my death, but he used it as a stepping stone. He took what I had given, and defeated his enemies. That was the purpose of my death. To make my uncle greater, and to become a stone so that he could sit upon his throne. I guarantee that those you called friends were watching you from where they sat in the heavens. You cannot be a king, if you did not have those stepping stones."

He adjusted his cloak, and finally exposed the bandages that covered the spot where he had lost his arm. Maybe, he shouldn't hide it. He was alone now, and he hoped that what he had to say gave Rider some comfort as well. He reached for the blade, and pulled it from the dirt, taking it as his own noble phantasm. He could tell that this blade had been passed around, and now, it had become his. He accepted gifts so easily. But this one? He wouldn't allow it to leave him. This blade, he would protect until he had taken back his own.

"When my master is able, I know a place to go." He said, to himself mostly. He had only been there once, but the name of the man who ran it had been echoing in his head since he'd learned it. There was a healer who he could rely on, more than any other. "Chiron. I will be coming for you." He said, and placed Rider's blade into the sheath that once held Durandal. "And when I am done, I shall return this to the man who gave it to me."
Been seeing you around a lot reflection.


I've had a lot more free time.
Interest thrown in.
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