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Dido

Queen of Carthage
Outside of Fuyuki, Workshop

Avenger finished straightening her jacket, then set to fixing the tie. Satisfied with how she looked for now, she admired how she looked in the suit in the mirror. It was a surprisingly good look for her. However, she tired of looking at the reflection and returned to her master.

Since her summoning, Avenger had set up her defense and helped her master prepare the workshop when he wasn't tailoring an outfit or two. In the short time since the summoning circle had been used and the servant had donned her new suit, the workshop had been prepared to ward of unwanted guests.

Since night had fallen, it was about time to go out and either gather some info on the enemy or pick a fight to get to know the abilities of some of the others. Of course some might be out for blood, but it'd be a good bet the other servants were testing their opponents or plotting and preparing for the real war to come. Sure the war was on, but it was too early to start planning how to beat your enemies without any real information.

As Avenger finished her preparations, her master began to talk about the beginning of the war and heading out to fight others, particularly the one attacking his familiar. "I am sorry Master, but I must have forgotten my manners. I would rather not accept such an invitation." She paused and added, "I would much rather not walk into another master or servant's arms when there must be others in the other parts of the city. Maybe we can get the drop on one of them, and it shouldn't be too hard to either fix or replace your familiar depending on its condition later."

Avenger took on a more authoritative voice and said, "We should spy on one of the other masters in their workshop, perhaps the power players. If we don't do that we should explore the city and find another servant, one who is not calling us out."

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Dido

Queen of Carthage
Outside of Fuyuki, Workshop

Dido paused and offered an apologetic look, "I got ahead of myself. We should have gotten introductions out of the way to begin with."

She quickly crossed back across the room to her master, "Golem creation though. That seems it would be a very useful skill, especially for one who also practices rituals." She gave her master a smile and added, "I was married to a priest and know something of the arts myself, perhaps I could help you later, if there's time."

"Back to the subject at hand though," Dido said and gave a thoughtful look for only a moment before saying, "Adjusting some existing clothes would probably be easiest and fastest, so let's do that. Perhaps the garb of a man would help disguise me, at least until we have an idea of who we are fighting."
Dido

Queen of Carthage
Workshop, Outside of Fuyuki


The ritual circle began to glow an intense light as it drew a servant from the throne and the power to manifest their form from the grail. As the shapeless thing summoned took form and became the servant, the light began to fade from the circle and they were left standing in the dark room again. Standing inside the circle was a woman wearing a dress of red and gold.

As the summoning subsided, Dido took in her surroundings, and her summoner, her master. The darkness and the cramped space mattered little to her, much less than her reincarnation and the battle for the grail. The grail was what was important, and she would crush and burn all who stood in her way.

"Congratulations, my master," Dido said as she stepped from the summoning circle. She raised her hand and let her black flames dance across her hands with a smirk, "You have brought forth your key to the grail, and I will burn away your foes."

"Some know me as Dido, others as Elissa. You know me as I am now, as Avenger. My fire and passion shall be your sword and the walls of great Carthage your shield. This war its grail will be ours." She paused and looked down at her clothing, "Perhaps we should find something less conspicuous for me to wear. It would be useful to remain material and not draw too much attention."

@BlueHelix


Can't say this is the prettiest character sheet I've ever made but here's one for a servant.
In Dead 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
XC-13 surveyed the battlefield as the republic retreated and the cult pursued. The bodies of cultists and republic troopers littered the field, as well as the husks of crashed transports, many still smoking. That was of little consequence though, as the droid was more focused on surveying the surviving enemies. There seemed to be something going on by one of the transports, a single figure looking to recover someone or something. XC classified that as potentially important, but ultimately pointless if the rest of the task force was crushed. Past the field of corpses and smoking husks, XC could see the retreating Republic forces and the pursuing cultists. That would make the retreating task force and its' commanders the droid's priority.

With a target set, XC set out at a run to catch up to, and keep pace with, the retreating forces. XC could try and shoot the republic forces as it pursued, but that would mean it may also shoot friendlies, and while the cultists were expendable, they were also useful as fighters and fodder. Ultimately the droid was resigned to follow until the republic turned to fight back.
In Dead 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
As the ground shook and the mercs died, it mattered little to XC-13 just as it mattered little to the cult. Their only loyalty was money, as such they were even more expendable than the members of the cult, themselves. Rather than concern himself with the loss of life or defenses, the droid adjusted the setting on his sonic blaster to its maximum setting, checked that his flamethrower was functioning with a small burst, and readied his heavy blaster.

Once the bombing runs had ended, the rest of the cultists moved out into the ruins to repel the republic troops, and XC joined them. As he moved forward, toward the defensive fighting positions, he fired his blaster from his hip, more to suppress than to wound, as even a droid would have trouble being accurate with such a weapon without aiming and at such range. As he walked to the trenches blaster bolts whipped past his head, but XC was programmed not to know fear, of course he was also programmed to self-preserve, so he set up at the nearest trench, propping his blaster on the lip of trench and using that to help brace his aim.

XC could have chosen a target or a direction to fire, instead he chose to attack multiple republic groups. From a compartment in his abdomen, he produced a thermal detonator and 2 gas grenades. He lobbed the detonator into a cluster of confused looking commandos who appeared to be trying to rally. He then lobbed the two gas grenades at two larger groups, knowing they probably wouldn't kill but would probably disorient the troops with the cloud they created. Through the bodies he could catch glimpses of a red saber, but members of the cult could take care of themselves or they are dead weight. With that taken care of, he returned to his blaster, occasionally traversing across a group standing in the opening, but focusing his shots at the cover and over the heads of troops who'd found protection, to keep them getting brave.
In Dead 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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