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<Snipped quote by Dealdric>

All Servant slots are either taken or being worked on. We have two open Master slots (for Rider and Berserker).

Alignment is just your usual Chaotic/Lawful/Neutral/Good/Evil thing that all Servants have.


Alice and I are buddies. So I'm willing to try and make a Master to go with her Berserker. Though that may not work well with the rules.
His skills are a bit skimpy. You should join the Discord group, and Alice and I can probably help you fluff it up more.
@Kyuuzen It's more an aspect of trying to match a 1888's asthetic. It'd be impossible to get a relic for characters who weren't even born yet.
@Kyuuzen not your fault. Character was under identity lockdown until like 2 days ago.
While you're not late, you're apping a character that is already in the RP.

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Paradox Witch


Roland's heart was thumping as he spilled his guts onto the table. Metaphorically of course. He wasn't dead, yet. His body had begun to relax, falling back into the chair, eyes focused onto Chiron. There was indeed a fire. Burning, pounding, pumping. The worst part of it, Roland was a bit of a romantic era hero. Tragedy was all part of the story. But, as he was relaxing, his mind was settling.

He reached out, hand gripping a cup of wine. The cup felt light in his hands, and he brought it slowly to his lips. Was the cure to his woes really so... Fragile? "Chiron. I am could never become a monster. Because when has a hero ever become a monster?" There are, in this world, many cases where that has become the case. Those that didn't die young were the villains of another heroes story. Or they merely faded away, unable to keep up with the demands of their bodies. Though, with such confidence, Roland may very well manage to avoid such a fate.

The liquid touched his lips, and poured down his throat. Like a river it washed away the toxins. It flooded his system with strength, and he was lucky to have been gripping the cup was gently, because as his power returned to him, his sudden rise in strength applied pressure to the cup, nearly breaking it open. He placed the cup down, empty to a drop.

Power. He felt great. He felt... Like a hero once more. Standing up, Roland clenched his fist and looked into the distance.

The Hero Returns


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Attending Church
@Yukitamas - @EnterTheHero@Scallop@floodtalon@Kyoka


Suzaku gave the response that Xerxes had expected. Not denying, but not fully agreeing either. A good middle of the road answer that anybody can accept. After all, it probably wasn't an answer most would comfortably accept. But while Suzaku was a hunter, Xerxes was a doctor, and worse, a man with strange morals. In fact, as the two had spoken, he had in his hand a chalice, glancing into it in brief moments, studying the land, and chasing after ghosts.
"Well Suzaku, it seems we already know where the Master is." He said, slowly raising the cup for the man to peer into it. There, was the master of Berserker, as clear as can be. It wasn't hard to piece the two together. "Ask me to find him later, and I'm sure I'll have success there again." Xerxes smiled, and placed the cup down, cutting his connection quickly to avoid being spotted.

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One a positive, the giant tree was blown apart. On a negative, Darius was already out being busy. On a positive, Xerxes and the others had access to a rather fair amount of familiars that began to scamper. Entire roots were picked up, and carried away, the town probably watching as the mage's familiars scampered about, collecting everything they could, and then vanishing back to the crew all the way in the church.

"You know, this tree could be useful."

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Paradox Witch


It was good to know the chubby horse man could see his woes. And while Roland would normally turn down another drink, since he had been drinking in preparation, he wasn't about to turn down another thing of booze. He stepped in, checking back on his master, who he needed to protect more than any other. Satisfied that the bar was safe, he took a seat, turning his focus to Chiron now that he didn't need to worry so much about standing straight.

"You see... Chiron. I have been hit with a numbah 10." He glanced at the bartender, who had already begun work on a Number 10 (With a side of fries). "No, that's not what I meant." He said, correcting the man as quickly as possible. His uncle would kill him if he started spending money recklessly. "I cannot fight like this. My body moves fasta' than reflexes let me go. This poison, in my body... I can survive it. I can. But it's done something to my body. It's degrading me." He wasn't sure how he could really explain it. "If you can lessen the poison, to a point where my body can safely ignore it, without the degrading of my self, that would be... Very very very-" Roland did at least ten more 'very's before he was stopped by a member of the staff lightly tapping him on the back of the head. "Thank you... Very nice of you."

Leaning back, Roland clutched his temples. "Chiron, we are willing to make a trade. I do not need a new arm. I will find my sword on my own terms. But while my body is fighting this poison to the degree it is, I cannot be certain I can help anybody. And worse, I cannot look upon my love in this state I am." Tears began to collect around his cheeks. "Olivier means so much to me. I can't use words to describe her beauty. She makes a puddle of my thoughts when I look at her. I..." He choked. "I have to fight. There are others who would take her from me. They are Saracens, they are all thieves!" His hand gripped the table, as his drunken mind snapped to a sudden focus. The other heroes in the war. They were all thieves, and images of that green one flashed through his mind like fireworks. "It cannot continue like this."

"I need to prove to Olivier that I am capable of being the man she loved. That I am not the fool who led her to a meaningless death!" Roland stood, banging a hand against the table. "I realize this may all sound small. That it may sound like a mortal squabble to a man who raised a generation of heroes. But however meaningless in the grand scheme of things, it is the sun and sky and heavens to me!"

Roland fell back down, as overdramatic as they came. "Please, help me protect Olivier. To be finally married to Olivier... I would defeat every hero in this war, and the next hundred."
Finished up the history, and added some techniques.
So, are there any more masters joining? If not, I'm making a master for my own Lancer, because I can't make one for other players.
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