Rune_Alchemist

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

~Tania and Lena~

@drewccapp@Spanner@BurningDaisies

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"Aaah, it's so wwwwarm in here." Tania's sighed with satisfaction as she made a beeline right for the fireplace, brushing past both Vander and Cain in the process. "My arms were about to freeze off." She took a seat next to the dog, letting Lena handle the talking for the most part. She'd prefer it that way, plus she'd get to snuggle the warm doggo so she did just that. The Fey queen reached out, and gave the dog a pat on the head. "Who's a good wittle boy!" In her hands, appeared a well sized stick. It was a completely fake illusory stick, but the silly mutt wouldn't likely know that.

Meanwhile, Lena was dealing with Cain and another seemingly fairly rowdy person. Lena got the feeling she had seen him somewhere before, though couldn't readily place him. No matter, really, he was being quite rude to the man working there and she had business here as well, so she'd at least display some proper manners. She gave the janitor a soft smile as he asked what they were there for, unlike a certain rude someone else she wouldn't mention.

"Aha, a bit of both, I think." She replied warmly, a sharp contrast to Vyrmain. "Simply put, we aren't...exactly from around here, and have been traveling for quite some time and do need a place to lodge." The dullahan glanced over to Tania, giving her sharp glare, a clear message to behave herself, though the small fey merely stuck her tongue out and continued to wave the stick over the dogs head before throwing it in a random direction in order to get him to 'play fetch' "Forgive the little one." Lena said with a sigh. "She's weary of traveling and has a...very short attention span." She turned her head back towards Mahon. "As for the adventurer's lodge...we ran into a man on our way in who told us of some problems you may be having with some troublesome Fey. We might be able to help with that."

~Senna~

@Hammerman@13org@BurningDaisies

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Senna watched the events unfold with mild amusement. Selena was being her usual happy self. At least, that was her usual demeanor from the way Senna saw it, in the short while she had known her. Would be a shame if something happened to her. Perhaps that was the real reason she was watching from above? Hm, maybe. She couldn't decide if it was because she was hoping for a chance to jump a random stranger or because she felt somewhat attached to the other people she seemed to be stuck in this situation with.

Heh.

It was enough. Just enough. Enough to keep her agitation down, watching the scene, thinking of the various outcomes and various ways she could possibly 'play' with either of the two of them. The kid or the guard captain. Violence or conversing? She could just...hop down, say hi to Selena and see his reaction to a demon getting along seemingly so well with a human. It'd be funny, at least. In fact, she thought about just disappearing quietly and waiting on Selena and the others to finish before deciding what to do next. She didn't fit in with these people. Never did. Neither back in the real world, or here it seemed.

She watched the captain quietly leave, almost making a move to jump down and greet Selena as he left. It'd be best if she kept a low profile. It seemed though, fate would not give her the chance. Another guard - a subordinate of his likely, ran through the crowd. She couldn't really make out what was being said - but she knew that she had been seen. The guard captain looked up towards her, and his face immediately contorted into a scowl followed by a growl.

"Demon...!" Steel was in his hand faster than she thought he'd be able to achieve it. Still, though...he was weak. She could tell. "Take the boy and run!"

Tsk...so predictable. So predictable it was boring. There was a low whisper in the back of her mind. Under her helmet, she opened her mouth, exhaling sharply. Control herself. She could do that. Her hands gripped the roof of the building, tearing into them with unnatural strength. It was easy enough. Perhaps they'd like to converse, hm? A sensible thing to tell the child to leave. So she'd jump down there - a whistling in the air just as the man had barely finished speaking. In a flash, Bloodlust had been drawn. The silver, unholy blade gleaming in the sunlight as it sliced cleanly through the bolt, the useless pieces falling towards the ground.

Her mouth curved upwards as sharp, vicious teeth painted a macabre smile on her visage.

So she'd jump down there...and give them something to be afraid of.

The armored demon jumped from the roof onto the ground in front of Selena, between her and the Guard captain. She was crouched low to the ground, hands resting on the ground as Bloodlust had been sheathed cleanly again within seconds. By now, she was exerting her demonic aura to its full capacity - not caring who might feel it. An intense, heavy, oppressive aura filled the area as she stood slowly to her full height.

"Tsk," She exhaled sharply. "Didn't your mother teach you manners...attacking someone is just rude, you know." She chuckled darkly, in her usual sultry tone. There was a throbbing in her skull, sweet whispers of violence and excitement flooded her mind with a single urge. She tried to suppress them, but there was already blood in the air. She could sense it. These soldiers, guards...they smelled of it. The throbbing whispers in her head intensified, demanding, screaming, yelling for her to paint this day in a beautiful sanguine paint.

"Ah...and here I was considering just passing through without any sort of trouble. Quite a heartwarming scene this was, after all, wasn't it Selena? Even calmed my baser desires." She chuckled darkly again. "But...I suppose...if it is tragedy you fools want...then tragedy you will get. I wonder how you'll feel if you know that attacking me has lead to the destruction of this entire town? Not that you'll know." Before she could give Theomars a moment to think about what that meant - Bloodlust had already been drawn. Almost too fast for the eye to follow, Senna closed the distance between them in almost a single instant. Theomars would feel an intense pain in his chest. The guards eyes went wide with shock. How did she move so fast?

The sanguine blade was impaled perfectly in his chest - whatever armor or natural defenses he had been wearing, didn't seem to matter at all. Senna twisted the blade, the lifeblood of this man seeping out through the wound, onto the ground beneath him. She licked her lips under her helmet.

"Captain!" Katenka's voice barely registered to Senna.

"Oh sweet, songs..." She laughed. The blood from the wound began to seemingly coagulate, the unholy blade drawing the blood along it. Like pulsing veins, the blood fed into the blade as it enlarged - going so far to even cover Senna's hand in a hard, pulsing red substance. "How I've missed thee." In one swift motion, she grabbed his head with her free hand as his feet failed him, having nearly all of his blood drawn out of his body. In a sweet, mocking tone she gave him his final words. "Enjoy the afterlife, darling."

She tossed the guard captain to the side, his shriveled, bloodless body falling to the ground as she removed the blade from his body. However, the blade was no longer a gleaming sword. The blood around the blade coagulated as she pulled it out, elongating the blade and solidifying alongside it as it transformed into an entirely different, beast of a weapon. A vicious looking halberd, almost twice as tall as a man. The vicious looking blade was large, extending at least halfway down the blades handle. Upon it was twisted and riddled with spikes, pulsing as the blood moved along the weapon.

Before Selena or anyone else could stop her, she moved onto her next target - Katenka. Senna crouched low before jumping, throwing her entire strength into the leap in an almost bestial like nature. The guardswoman not even having time to draw her own weapon as Senna was upon her. The obscene halberd sliced at her, the guards woman barely having time to dodge the initial strike but was not prepared for the follow up. Senna landed on her feet, immediately pivoting and slamming the halberd right into Katenka's midsection - using just enough force to cripple her as the demon walked over to her.

"My, my." Senna giggled. "And here I was hoping you could at least entertain me. Such a pity. I might have let you live." She kicked Katenka in the face, sending the out of breath woman flat on the ground as she writhed in pain. "No, no, instead...you get a special, death." She laughed. "A special little curse...just...for you! So sing, sing!" In an instant, Katenka's blood seemingly started to rebel against her own body. It leaked from her eyes, mouth, and ears as veins popped and bulged beneath flesh. It lasted only seconds before ruptures formed along her body - blood spraying from the wounds and coating Senna's own black armor in shades of red.

"Ah...such a sweet smell..." She laughed. "Such intoxicatingly sweet smells!" She turned her head towards the civilian population Those who had watched the display, only could watch on in horror as merely a few seconds passed, and two guardsmen were slaughtered in front of them. "I wonder...if I can paint this entire town in that scent?" By now, any hope that someone might have had at stopping her seemed to evaporate as all of the demons reason was lost. For a second, she simply stood there, laughing quietly before she turned towards the civilians.

"The sun is high
The feast has begun
the streets will run red
Men will flee
but none shall escape
so let the feast of blood begin."

Sanguine colors drenched her vision. She leaped at the nearest grouping of civilians who had started to scream and flee. She swung widely, the 'blood blade' beyond the edge of the weapon cutting down a handful of the defenseless souls in nearly an instant.

Screams erupted.

Blood was spilled

the streets ran red.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

<Snipped quote by Rune_Alchemist>

Give her a good reason and Yasha will gladly punch a hole through both Gilfrey and the know it all Katenka

@13org

You're first gonna have to subdue Senna, because if no one does...

well.

use your imagination of what a half crazed demon of bloodlust is gonna do to this town.

Pokémon: Start

Okay, I'll finally stop feeling lazy and get to work on a post.
Probably should be up sometime by this evening or tomorrow morning.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Oh boy

Here we go.

Someone's attacked the demon.

Everything's downhill from here, folks.

Fate/Moribund Swarm

Alrighty everyone! Here's a german master for ya.

Gabriel Schultheiß

Name/Nickname/Titles:
Gabriel Johann Schultheiß

Gender:
Male

Age:
Legal age - 26
Real age - 23

Personality:
Calm and collected, Gabriel speaks with a formal tone and hardly ever loses his cool over something. He is a very goal oriented and focused person and extremely competitive and ambitious, and as his training dictates, has been trained to keep calm in most situations. The somewhat slender man prefers talk and civility over fighting, and prefers to talk things out instead of immediately charging in head first. That said, he is no stranger to violence. The SS trains well, and beats out any form of weakness one might have during training for the position.

Despite his amicability and openness, the harsh training the SS undergo have had somewhat of an effect on him. He absolutely hates insubordination and orders are to be followed without question, to the letter. At least, in theory. He is loathe to break any sort of rules, but he does understand that sometimes plans need to chance depending on the situation presented with them. Even so - he has been sent by the SS to oversee this operation, and will see it succeed and will suffer no insubordination. Insubordination and opponents will be met with ruthless brutality.

His feelings towards Germany and the current political climate is somewhat mixed, truthfully. He himself, questions the direction the country is in, but after seeing the absolutely deplorable conditions the Germans were forced to live in - and that he himself grew up in - after World War 1, he is hesitant to call it a bad thing.

Appearance:
With bright, blond hair and blue eyes, Gabriel is almost a perfect example of what the current ruling party in Germany wants in a soldier. Standing at just five foot seven, Gabriel's only slightly detracting factor is his somewhat slight build and eternally seeming youthful appearance that doesn't seem to boast much musculature. Even so though he quickly distinguished himself among both the SS.

He is particularly fond of a white and gold military suit, as it is a designation of his special status as a Magus of the SS as well as the technical commander of the current operation. It has the usual Insignia of the SS-TV on his collar. In all, his appearance is not exactly what one would expect of the ruthlessness of someone who works in the Death Camps.

Biography:
Born in 1916 in the middle of the Great War, Gabriel lost his parents towards the end of the war. As a result, he never knew his parents that well, just vague memories and recollections. However, luckily for him he was taken in by his grandparents that lived in Munich, where he quickly learned that he was what was known in a certain underground world as a 'Magus'. Still, his family was nowhere near a very notable family - compared to certain larger groups and more secretive societies, his family was compared to children playing with magic cards.

Still his Grandparents taught and so he learned Magecraft. Even so, it never played a particular large part in his life to start with. His grandparents were insistent that such craft not be the focus of his life, as it would certainly only lead to troublesome things. So he spent his time learning more mundane topics. History, maths, sciences, etc. Other things. Still, his life was far from easy post great war. After the war, Germans were forced to live in harsh conditions and as such, thoughts of revenge and a desire to help German people with Magecraft grew. So against his grandparents wishes, he decided to learn Magecraft. He quickly became fascinated with it, taking to it like a moth to a flame and despite his own discovery that his aptitude for it wasn't the best, he cared not. He carried on like this for most of his teenage and youthful years.

It was around 1933 when Hitler and the NSDAP came to complete power in Germany. Gabriel was 17 at the time, and was quickly swept up by the appeals that the party could help Germany. A year later when the 'Junker Schools' were founded to train SS officers, he leapt at the chance to join. Of course, not anyone could just be taken in as a candidate. Sure, he fit the profile of the 'Ideal German Citizien' but that wasn't enough. He had little to no combat training. Against his grandparents wishes, he stole the family jewels, so to speak, altering his appearance so none would be able to identify him.

Of course, that's where Magecraft came into play. he managed to at first, insert himself into one of the Reichswehr as part of the Chancellors secret plans for military expansion. He forged some papers as well as his age, stating how long he had been a part of it. Stating he was a fresh recruit from before then and three years older than he actually was as well as altering the memory of those he had too. He received his his first military training from here where he quickly distinguished himself from his peers with excellence in training as well as determined and goal focused attitude.

It was in 1934 when the first Junker Schools founded - A Leadership school specifically designed to train SS officers. He leapt at the chance to become one of them. The training by far, was not what most would willingly go through. The schools were designed to teach the officer cadet to be adaptable, able to handle any order given to them as well as instill a sense of racial superiority and nationalist ideologies. Of course, Gabriel was no exception and underwent just as harsh conditions as everyone else. Still, after nineteen months of the harsh training, in 1935 he was a fully fledged member of the SS - one of their more prominent members to boot.

It was then, he was recruited into the SS-TV - that is, the special regiments designed to specifically oversee and work in the the concentration camps. So he went to Dachau in order to have further training as well as a role in this absolutely horrid state of affairs. Just following orders, is all. Even so, he still questions the harsh conditions on the people there, but he never voiced such concerns. That would be treason, and he'd already gotten himself this far into it, it would be difficult to back out now.

Eventually, he completed the special type of SS-TV training required of those working in the Death Camps. For a few years, while he never oversaw a Camp himself he was a well respected member among those in Buchenwald where he was transferred later.

However, when word and talk of the Holy Grail surfaced, he was chosen among all the others to oversee the operation as it was well known within the higher up of the SS that he was at least into more...occult things, and as such had a fairly large influence within the regime. Loyal, likely not to break protocol or betray the Chancellor - he was the perfect candidate.

So he performed the summoning ritual, and headed off to Japan.

Origin:
'Order'

Elemental Affinity:
Fire and Wind

Number of Magic Circuits:
C

Quality of Magic Circuits:
C

Od:
B

Magecraft:
Unfortunately, Gabriel is no great mage no matter what the NSDAP or the Thule society wants. Aside from his Od, his Magic Circuits and the quality of them, just isn't top of the line. Not that many know this - its a well kept secret he plays close to his vest.

His most notable use of this, is use Fire and Wind related magecraft, to make small electrical currents to have a stun effect on people. Perhaps with a bit of practice he could do more with it, but there is a limit to what he's capable of with his magic circuits.

He is somewhat versed in Memory manipulation. While not extremely strong, against normal people it helped him get ahead in his own life since he is effectively able to erase his presence from peoples memories as well as give himself an alibi in the form of inserting himself into one, should he have need of it. It is how he got into the SS training classes at a Junker School as a student, initially.

Knows some rudimentary healing Magecraft, though it's nothing special and isn't going to be healing anyone from any major injury.

Equipment:
Mystic Code: Emerald Pendant (Rank C)
A simple emerald pendant, one of the sole heirlooms of his family. In essence, it is a simple item which allows one to temporarily alter their appearance to whatever they desire for a predetermined duration of time at the cost of some energy. It will wear off after awhile, but as long as the Magus is aware of the time and how much energy they put into it it shouldn't be much of a problem. Other Magus will be able to tell at least, there is a spell being cast though they may not know the exact nature of it. He passes it off as a 'simple protection spell'

Mystic Code: Amplifier (Rank B)
A simple blade given to him to help amplify his magic, though the effectiveness is somewhat questionable. It is made of a super-conductive metal to help conduct electrical currents to aid with his particular affinities.

Walther PP pistol. Simple, effective, standard issue firearm.

Skills:
Gabriel has training in close quarters combat, how to use a number of different firearms as well as was trained in how to use a sword.
Is also fairly good at cooking. Surprisingly, likes to spend his free time doing that.

Highschool DxD: The Devils' Due [ENDED]

~Suzue Yamazaki~

"Try not to be too harsh on them, alright?" Suzue frowned. She knew some of the tendencies of the others of the peerage were more...sadistically inclined. Oh sure, she liked teasing people every now and then but...well, some children simply couldn't learn until it was too late. The spider sighed, shaking her head and putting on a friendly smile as she was ordered to take care of the priest by Delilah. "Of course, Delilah. I will see to the priest with Kael and Asia."

First thing was first. This was a cafe, and she had a standard of hospitality to set for everyone. Suzue hummed a soft tune as the priest roused to consciousness, quickly moving around the room as she prepared some tea for the priest. It wouldn't be much, but it would hopefully help him relax a little. Or who knows, maybe it'd make him think they were trying to poison him.

"Hmm~" Suzue laughed softly as she worked quickly. "We should be thanking you, sir, for protecting our King from that fireball. Not that a simple fireball would have done her much harm, though." The spider set a teacup on a plate alongside a few small sandwiches for the priest, taking a seat next to him on the couch as she handed them to him. "Don't worry about the Cafe, hm? We'll have it cleaned up soon enough." She paused, smiling softly as she let the priest gather his thoughts for a moment before continuing. "I don't mean to sound too forward, dear, but perhaps you could tell us some information about those...troublesome children." A look of expectancy crossed her features. She really did hope he would cooperate.

Digimon: Tamer's Bureau

~Kameo~

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"E-eh? Where do you think you're going?" Upon receiving no reply from Rachel as she waltzed off, Kameo harrumphed in mild annoyance. "Is she always like that?" She questioned with a frown, before sighing and walking back into the building alongside Yumeko. As she walked inside, Swimmon floated next to her as they found numerous turtle things inside of the cabin. Kamemon, as Tinkermon introduced them. When asked for information, the digimon flatly refused unless they were paid bits.

"Eeeeh?" Kameo frowned, pouting slightly. "Come on, we're digimon tamers! Heroes of justice! Allies of peace! Come on, you have no reason whatsoever to not help us ya stingy tortoise."

"O-oh dear. Kameo, please don't."

"Aww, come on Swimmon! They're being ridiculous. Splash 'em for me!"

"I refuse."

"Well fine!" Kameo harrumphed. "Hey hey, cat thing!" kameo said, bouncing over to the Gatomon. "Since those tortoise are being stingy, you think you could help us at least? Any information about bad stuff going on around here?"

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~Rachel~

As they left the others, Rachel made a beeline for the lake shore. She wanted to take a look at how it worked - that was her main motivation in things like this, after all. Maybe she should spend more time in the digital world after this. It would be interesting, wouldn't it? Or at least, it would help kill the boredom and tedium she faced on daily basis at home. Not that she would admit easily that she was enjoying everyone or their company, though.

Before she could get a chance to inspect the supposed healing waters, her thoughts were interrupted.

"O-oi...who's the crybaby?" Impmon frowned as Ranamon rushed over to Rachel, pulling on her clothes and tearfully asking for help. Rachel frowned, unsure of how to respond to this. "H-hey, you alright there?" Impmon continued after seeing Rachel's hesitation.

Fate/Moribund Swarm

@Over Illusion

Here we are!

Thank you muchly for helping me understand some Fate mechanics again xD

Lion of the North

Name:
Gustavus Adolphus the Great

Class:
Archer

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Gustavus stands at a fairly tall five foot ten, with a head full of scruffy long golden blond hair and blue eyes. He has a very youthful appearance, unlike the portraits of him in the past consist of. He comments this was more of what his appearance was in his youth, though he never had this much hair. The hair in question falls to his shoulders, often falling over them and coming to a rest on his neck. He still seems fond of a military uniform of white, blues, and golds.

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral

Personality:
Gustavus' personality is...well, perhaps not exactly what one might expect. Or perhaps it is. Friendly, amicable, a little on the jovial side. He likes people, and can found chatting up random strangers, regardless of their standing or position in whatever society they are in. He likes people, and people tend to like his charm and find themselves drawn to his charisma regardless of their own position. Indeed, even as a servant it seems he still has a tendency to be both loved by the Nobility and those in power, and by the little people. He doesn't really act very 'kingly' as far as a number of people are concerned, but perhaps this is why he is liked so well?

He doesn't like sitting still, and always can be found doing something if he has free time. During battle, he takes a somewhat more serious approach. He always aims to end battles quickly and swiftly. This means that despite being an archer, he has a tendency to want to fight on the front lines, regardless of his status as such. He himself really doesn't like sitting back while watching his allies fight in his stead. He'd be a poor king simply to lead from the safety of his castle while his men risk their necks.

However - since becoming a servant instead of devoting everything to God, Country, and King - he is no longer a King or views himself as such. He devotes everything to the cause of his master, and is extremely loyal to that cause. This however, might cause some conflicts, especially if his master is of the less nobly aligned. Gustavus strove for peace in an Era marked by constant warfare, even if his detractors sometime say he had plans to conquer the entire region. He only did so, because at the time he saw that as the only way the constant strife was going to end.

While he himself admits he is no saint, he has very little interest in causing new wars, but will not hesitate to jump into one to take command and save people, be they his or innocent bystanders regardless.

History:
Gustavus' history doesn't deviate too much from established history. Born in Stockholm, he was the oldest son of Duke Charles. At the time, the king of Sweden was his cousin, Sigismund. At least, until Charles forced Sigismund to give up the throne in 1599, a premonition of the strife to come in the Thirty Years war. He reigned as regent, until he collected the throne as Charles IX of Sweden. In 1611, his father died and left him the throne at just 16 years old. He inherited a series of wars from his father, much to his dismay.

Gustavus never liked war. He never liked seriously fighting even if he was good at it, but war was something that was going to be the foundation of his life, it seemed. When he took the throne, he made several radical military, political, and economic reforms in order to modernize Sweden and help protect his people and country from the Catholics and other invaders. Most notably, was the unification of the Aristocracy and Crown. He was able to enact policies in where the aristocrats were to use their wealth to help the state. He was able to gain both the cooperation of the Aristocrats as well as the love of the common folk.

He died in the Battle of Lutzen in 1632 after being separated from his men in the battlefield. After being shot in the arm below the elbow, losing his horse as it was shot in the neck and only falling when he was shot in the back and stabbed with a bayonet - and even then, survived until an enemy soldier shot him point blank in the face.

Weapon:
A simple, but well made Sabre is his main choice of weapon in life.

Parameters:

• STR: Rank C
• CON: Rank B
• AGI: Rank C
• MGI: Rank E
• LCK: Rank C

Class Skills:
Independent Action: A
A skill that denotes a servant is able to take action independent of their master. Typically seen as a mixed blessing, Gustavus has a high ability in this skill allowing him to take action without being ordered to by his master. Being a king and military commander, he often led charges on the front line alongside his troops and being able to act independently upon the battlefield is a needed skill for any soldier. It was in one such charge, he was killed after becoming separated from his men. Additionally, under the event his master is injured or otherwise disposed, it allows him to remain in this world longer, if only even for a week.

Magic Resistance: E
In his life, Gustavus never encountered magic or magecraft much. As such, his skill with this is unfortunately rather low. He can not cancel spells, but magic damage is reduced by a marginal amount.

Personal Skills:

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Bravery of Lions: A
A special type of Charisma earned from his legends and myth as the 'Lion of the North' and 'The Lion of Midnight'. Gustavus was a king who led his troops to victory upon the battlefield alongside them. He was respected among the battlefield, often taking the head of the charge himself alongside his troops as fearless as a Lion. As a fearless Lion, his bravery and charisma rubs off on others in the battlefield and encourages them to fight.

Military Tactics: B
A military genius, he led his nation and men to many victories using new methods of strategy and tactics. A skill not for use against one on one situations, but rather against entire armies. It increases ones own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, as well as when dealing against another Anti-Army Phantasm.

Krigsfadern - Innovation: A
Innovation, a special skill granted to heroes who brought about a revolution in an era. Krigsfadern - so called the 'Father of Modern Warfare' by many, and Gustavus' version of this skill of revolutionizing and forming the basis of warfare for the next two centuries. It is the conception of his military and progressive political and economic reforms. Against servants that are still caught in medieval times and use blade and mounts, it offers plus corrections against their more 'primitive' way of fighting. Essentially, most servants from before the 1600s. However, against magic and other such creatures the effect diminishes greatly and depending, skills and stats may drop. Casters especially.

Reformation of an Empire: B
In life, Gustavus, with the help of his aides were able to completely reform the nobility and he was close friends with most of the highly influential aristocrats. At the same time, he used his power to help the common folk, and in kingdoms he conquered, he famously made the nobility give the commoners more autonomy. He was a rare thing in the seventeenth century - a king beloved by both nobility and the common folk. The manifestation of this ability does away with the stagnancy of old and brings about a new age. In effect, it heals the wounds of his allies to some extent, removes all negative statuses brought about by a battle or age, ends all arguments and brings them together, creating a bright, new dawn for an empire and all those in it and leads them to victory.

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Noble Phantasm:

Der Löwe aus Mitternacht

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Name:
Der Löwe aus Mitternacht
Title:
Fury of the Lion
Rank:
C+
NP Type:
Anti-Army
Range:
1~5
Maximum Number of Targets:
40
Description:
Gustavus was well known at the time to have made great innovative strategies among the battlefield, especially in regards to equipping his soldiers with light muskets and introduced a perfected form of Salvo fire at near pointblank range. It was extremely effective in war, able to mow down cavalry within seconds and follow it up with a devastating charge of pikes and swords. This Noble phantasm is a remnant of this innovation, and he is able to summon several of these light muskets and artillery canon and fire upon a foe at close range multiple times. It does not take much energy, and easily deployable if somewhat lower powered. Damage and effectiveness is increased against Rider Classes.

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Name:
Der Löwe aus Mitternacht
Title:
Mighty roar of the Lion
Rank:
A+
NP Type:
Anti-Army
Range:
10-50
Maximum Number of Targets:
200
Description:
Aside from his equipping his infantry with light muskets able to fire a hail of bullets, he also equipped them with extremely mobile, light artillery that could take a more active role in battle instead of just being passive observers. The second use of his Noble Phantasm, is to summon these cannon in fully and launch a devastating, all out attack across a large area, destroying nearly everything within it. However, it loses its Buff against Rider class. It is extremely high powered and devastating, and once deployed can fire a hail of artillery canon upon an enemy for an extremely devastating attack, reducing most of the ground to craters.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

sorry for the delay here. Hopefully I'll have a post up tomorrow afternoon.

Fate/Stay Night & Fate/Apocrypha-inspired Roleplay

@Over Illusion

Hm~

I am posting tentative interest here. I admittedly, am not the most well versed in fate lore only really knowing Fate/Extra as well as what's in the English version of Grand Order.

If that's alright, I wouldn't mind joining this and taking one of those German spots.