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Aboard the Santa Maria


Assassin reached the ship shortly after his companion, and materialised perched on the prow of the ship. He took a second to scan the ship, selecting his target before leaping into action.

The captain of this ship was the most obvious; standing tall and proud at the ship’s wheel. The owner of the booming voice, the boaster and heretic. Destroying him, and this unsightly ship along with him, would be most satisfying.

Across the rest of the deck, the crew of strange monsters and the little girl who commanded them… Certainly she was suspicious, and those creatures were likely to be dangerous to the others. Still, they were nothing more than small fry to him. The attack they were worthy of -

With a sudden motion, Judah leapt from his perch. With no fanfare of battle, or announcement of his intent to attack, he simply sprang towards the enemy. Perhaps this was the way of an Assassin. Or perhaps he thought his enemy deserved no warning, no words. They would need to impress him first for that.

Plucking a handful of short, stubbly hair from his face with his left hand, he threw them towards the gathered creatures and their leader. From anyone else, this would be nothing but a meaningless gesture of disrespect. But for Judah, this was certainly an ‘attack’. A storm of flechette daggers that flew towards the group, ready to tear through flesh and bone. There was little precision to it, so it could hardly be considered the expert knife-throws of an Assassin. Rather, it was a method of covering fire, pinning them down and forcing them on the defence, giving his teammate an opening.

But with his right hand-

Angel Jab!” He leapt towards the enemy Rider, fist quickly extending towards the large man’s chest. It was a punch that prioritised speed over power, a dazzlingly swift blow that lacked in power compared to the upper bound of his techniques.

Even so, this was a technique of his father’s that should be enough to take out an angel. A single strike that would be enough to decisively end the battle if the enemy took it fully.

Beneath the Santa Maria


How unsightly…” Judah muttered at the enemy’s arrogant proclamation. One who crawled on a pyramid of skulls? Such a person should be crawling on the ground, broken beneath his fists.

He glanced up at the ship, scrutinising it as much as possible. But it was of little use. He had little experience with those who travelled the high seas, and cared little for them. Whether they were pirate or admiral, explorer or merchant, it made no real difference.

A blessing indeed,” He mused at his companion’s own considerations. “Though is it a blessing to be able to fight our foes and put a stop to their efforts, or simply to be able to indulge in the thrill of the fight? Ah, if I were a younger man…

He paused for a moment, taking a quiet prayer and a long breath. “They who are put to death for The Lord’s sake shall awake to life beyond. Beast or Man, loveless or truthless, they shall know the light of The Lord.

Suddenly, his eyes opened in a wild stare, and his mouth split into a toothy grin. “Fight you at your strongest?” Came Assassin’s response. His voice boomed as loud as his enemy’s, sound flowing like wind across the ground, rustling through the trees and grass. He nodded towards his kneeling companion, and solidly grabbed one of the less spiked parts of his armour.



With a single swift motion, the armoured man beside him was flung into the sky, like a missile directed at the enemy’s ship.

Judah would follow himself in short order, but not so dramatically. It wouldn’t do to crash right into his ally, after all. Let the first volley be his.

@Yukitamas

Yggdmillenia Base


This team was a strange lot. But Judah had his own experience with strange families, of brothers, sisters, cousins and nephews that constituted a ‘nation’ unto themselves. It was only natural, then, that he had found himself here, among that group.

Whether this one’s leader was worthy of the name remained to be seen.

The discussions of tactics and magecraft flowed past him. Naturally, the monsters must be exterminated before any proper battle could begin. There needed to be little discussion of that.

Magecraft was for the magi. He had no interest in it. All that business of messing around with elements, and mana, and golems and the like, all seemed so unnecessary. Perhaps it was a heresy. But that was not his judgment to make. His dominion was over matters of earth, and man. Mages seemed beyond that, somehow. Concerned with their own private worlds. It was a matter for those of heaven to determine.

Though, if it was simply a case of distribution of blessings, birthrights, and the like - he could certainly understand that. The striving for perfection, refinement of their craft across generations - he could understand that too, though it differed from his attempts at perfection of the body.

Well, good luck with all that, Master.” He said, scratching at his head as he watched the odd man slide under the table. “Call me back later if you need anything more. But right now, I’m heading out. There’s monsters to be killed, after all.” With that, he confidently strode from the room, brooking no argument to stay.

He began to follow the first Servant to leave, the one who talked of conquest and stakes

Oi, spikey!” He said in a voice a little too loud and clear to belong to an Assassin. “I’m coming along. Leave a few for me, alright?” His voice was confident, but there was just a tinge of worry to it. This team was a family, of sorts, and it wouldn’t do to have a brother run off alone and get himself killed.

Not for a moment did Judah worry that heading off in a group of only two would be dangerous, though.

The Hexamilion Wall


Kesi stood toward the centre of the room, in a position to be able to see as much of the room as possible, and to be visible herself. Her costume was airy, and she was thankful that the grail had not been stolen to some godforsaken country in the north. It was a costume she enjoyed wearing, a little eccentricity that was not out of place in the world of Magi.

As the child finished his piece, Kesi held her tongue as the enormous, muscled man first said his piece. A strange one, to be sure, and certainly one to be wary of. Though he seemed to be in his own world, that sort of thing wasn’t uncommon for those in this kind of situation. Still, he said nothing she could find any fault with, and she found herself nodding along with him, glad to be on the same ‘team’.

After he concluded, she began to speak. If he wanted to argue with his Servant, they had the ability to do that privately. “Yes, yes, an alliance against the actual threat here is certainly our best option,” Kesi said, a note of annoyance in her voice. Perhaps it was irritation at a child seeming to take the lead of the group, or perhaps the conclusion was so forgone to her that even discussing it felt like a waste of time.

Myself and Shielder shall be taking charge of the defence, naturally. Whether they’ll actually be foolish enough to attack directly is another matter entirely.” She spoke curtly, a faint hint of an accent in her voice that was difficult to place. “But each of us pursuing individual tactics would be the height of foolishness. Our enemies are numerous, so we should act as one.” With a voice of absolute confidence, it seemed she was taking control of the conversation.

The colony succeeds because it acts as a single being. No individual is too important to be sacrificed if necessary, even the queen. It was one of the lessons even humans had learned completely from nature. Those who do not cooperate will surely be killed by those who do.

And the first step of that...

The first matter of business will be to ensure all of our Servant’s identities and capabilities are shared. I would ask the same of the Magi here, but such a thing would be gauche, and much more difficult a conversation.” She paused, offering the space for another to volunteer that information first. Though she didn’t offer her own Servant’s abilities. Perhaps that was simply because she expected the others to have pieced it together from the information given, or perhaps it was an offer for her own Servant to talk. Perhaps it, too, was a test to see which Servants or Masters were most eager for cooperation.

Name: Kesi Shenouda

Age: 56

Faction: Red

Rank: ???

Persona
-Hard-working
-Cooperative
-Boisterous
-Controlling




Assassin: Strongest of the Twelve




True Name: Judah
Class: Assassin
Gender: Male
Attribute: Earth
Point of Origin: Genesis
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: Earth

Team: Black




Parameters

STR: A ||| END: C ||| AGI: B ||| MAN: C ||| LCK: A+


Class Skills

Presence Concealment: C

The capacity to hide one’s presence as a Servant. At this rank, it is suitable for spying, but drops considerably when preparing to attack.

Judah does not have the mindset of a true assassin, but gains this skil from anecdotes of night raids against opposing armies, as well as his stealthy visits to prostitutes and the selling of his brother into slavery. It’s not a skill he has much pride in.

Personal Skills

Jacob’s Limbs: A+++

A method of hand-to-hand combat, primarily utilising wrestling techniques. Inherited from Judah’s father, Jacob, the originator of the martial art. An unquestionably powerful combat style that, at this level, allows one to beat to death an ‘angel of destruction’ with only their own bare hands.

Though Judah never practiced the art against an angel, or challenged ‘heaven’ in any sense, he certainly made use of it on a variety of foes of the earth, both human and beast.

Judah, as the strongest of Jacob’s children, was also the one who inherited his martial arts techniques the most directly. At this level, Judah can be considered a master among masters, second only to his father.

Bravery: A

A heroic bravery that allowed one to fight various beasts with only one’s fists. The ability to nullify mental interference effects such as fear, anger or fascination. Has the bonus effect of increasing one’s unarmed physical damage.

Though his younger self fell to various forms of mental trickery, his long penance and connection to YHVH means he’s unlikely to fall for them again in his more experienced state.

Blessed Body: B

The blessings of achieving success in all things that Judah received from his father, and the blessings of grace in every undertaking from his God. The capacity to ‘succeed’ as a king over earth, second only to YHVH and those who hear his direct words, similar to a certain descendant of his. In this sense, it’s an improvement to the body to allow one utter dominance

Every aspect of Judah’s body can be considered a ‘weapon’. His hairs, which harden and pierce his clothes when he’s angered, are as swords. His voice, loud enough to be heard in Canaan from Egypt, can shatter bones. His teeth, which can crush iron to dust.

Beyond even the capacity of martial arts to ‘turn one’s body into a weapon’, this is the quite literal interpretation of that.

In combination with the technique of Jacob’s Limbs and the damage bonus from Bravery, every single strike from his fists can be considered on the level of a Noble Phantasm release.

It’s enough to make one wonder just how scary he would be in his physical prime…


Assassin: Strongest of the Twelve




True Name: Judah
Class: Assassin
Gender: Male
Attribute: Earth
Point of Origin: Genesis
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: Earth

Team: ???




Parameters

STR: A ||| END: C ||| AGI: B ||| MAN: C ||| LCK: A+


Class Skills

Presence Concealment: C

The capacity to hide one’s presence as a Servant. At this rank, it is suitable for spying, but drops considerably when preparing to attack.

Judah does not have the mindset of a true assassin, but gains this skil from anecdotes of night raids against opposing armies, as well as his stealthy visits to prostitutes and the selling of his brother into slavery. It’s not a skill he has much pride in.

Personal Skills

Jacob’s Limbs: A+++

A method of hand-to-hand combat, primarily utilising wrestling techniques. Inherited from Judah’s father, Jacob, the originator of the martial art. An unquestionably powerful combat style that, at this level, allows one to beat to death an ‘angel of destruction’ with only their own bare hands.

Though Judah never practiced the art against an angel, or challenged ‘heaven’ in any sense, he certainly made use of it on a variety of foes of the earth, both human and beast.

Judah, as the strongest of Jacob’s children, was also the one who inherited his martial arts techniques the most directly. At this level, Judah can be considered a master among masters, second only to his father.

Bravery: A

A heroic bravery that allowed one to fight various beasts with only one’s fists. The ability to nullify mental interference effects such as fear, anger or fascination. Has the bonus effect of increasing one’s unarmed physical damage.

Though his younger self fell to various forms of mental trickery, his long penance and connection to YHVH means he’s unlikely to fall for them again in his more experienced state.

Blessed Body: B

The blessings of achieving success in all things that Judah received from his father, and the blessings of grace in every undertaking from his God. The capacity to ‘succeed’ as a king over earth, second only to YHVH and those who hear his direct words, similar to a certain descendant of his. In this sense, it’s an improvement to the body to allow one utter dominance

Every aspect of Judah’s body can be considered a ‘weapon’. His hairs, which harden and pierce his clothes when he’s angered, are as swords. His voice, loud enough to be heard in Canaan from Egypt, can shatter bones. His teeth, which can crush iron to dust.

Beyond even the capacity of martial arts to ‘turn one’s body into a weapon’, this is the quite literal interpretation of that.

In combination with the technique of Jacob’s Limbs and the damage bonus from Bravery, every single strike from his fists can be considered on the level of a Noble Phantasm release.

It’s enough to make one wonder just how scary he would be in his physical prime…


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