@Ariamis: No, it wouldn't. There's much more to it then just fighting, even if fighting is important to it.
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
3 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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Estelle Varianbec
"Mmm mm, of course!" Estelle exulted. Yes, of course. She could only have summoned the strongest of Servants, even without the use of a catalyst, and having been given a catalyst for such a powerful and famous hero... Well, the outcome of this grail war was a foregone conclusion, wasn't it? Of course it was. That being said, that didn't mean it was time to completely forget any sort of tactical approach. The entire point of her plan was to ambush the next person who set foot outside of the Church. Of course they'd be able to register with the overseer first, but that was where the matter ended.
It didn't matter who it was. Lancer was going to crush them like an insect. These were all legendary figures of the past, but Lancer stood among them. It would take a high-grade Servant to pose any sort of challenge to him!
"We'll just need to wait out of sight," the dark-skinned little girl began, "Maybe on top of a building? As long as we can take them by surprise, that's what matters!"
@RolePlayerRoxas
Ciel, the Church Overseer
The Overseer sent by the Church was, perhaps, of a higher caliber in combat prowess then usual. This may have had something to do with the fates of the previous Overseers, though indeed the Fifth War's Overseer had perished in a manner that had not made such a thing matter. Regardless of that fact, they had selected someone very deliberately who could hold her own.
The blue-haired girl sat quietly, mulling over her lack of food and the current situation. She had just been contacted by one of the Masters who had yet to summon a Servant, and said Master had proceeded out back behind the Church to do exactly that. She could expect others to register soon enough, though the Master of Rider had already verified her summons quite a while ago. For now, she was simply awaiting the others in silence.
Sure enough, one of them arrived. Ciel rose from her feet and approached. A blonde-haired young woman had arrived, declaring her intent to participate. She was accompanied by a small, delicate girl, whom the blue-haired girl could assume was her Servant.
The Burial Agency Executor nodded, though she noted that the introduction was in a somewhat less... formal manner then she expected.
"Very well," she responded, simply, "Verify your name and the class of your Servant."
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Vita
Vita gave a glare towards Emilio. The way he was talking was no way to convince anybody to come along with them. Even she knew that. Besides, this girl hadn't done anything wrong, right? Why threaten her at all? It just made her annoyed. Nanoha could be kind of dumb sometimes, too, but it was at least in a different way that didn't go on about just up and killing somebody who wasn't even doing anything. No matter how bad Vita's temper was, she'd never consider doing something like that.
"They'll give you somewhere to stay, or something," Vita said as she stepped towards the huge, scythe-wielding girl, resting Eisen on her shoulder as she did. Privately she wondered if they actually had any rooms large enough for someone who was this tall, but maybe they'd work something out. The tiny redhead wasn't exactly the best when it came to being convincing, but as far as she knew that was the truth. If a fight broke out, so be it, but right now it looked like this girl wasn't going to be fighting anybody. So why not just tell her the truth? "They just want to talk to you."
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Mordred
"... Eh? It got bigger, huh?" Mordred questioned, resting Clarent on her shoulder as she approached the blob. It didn't seem to actually be doing much of anything, but that didn't mean it wasn't attempting something. And so, it was important to try and stop it. She wasn't the type to try and talk, and this thing didn't look like it was going to try and do any talking anyway. Swinging Clarent off her shoulder, the red knight darted forward.
"Let's go!"
She swung her blade down, red light crackling across it as she lashed out towards the foul-smelling creature.
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I'll try and get a post up tonight.
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There is only one thing that can keep evil in check.
Magic. The power of magical girls, whose abilities allow them to purify darkness and destroy the congregations of dark thoughts and negative emotions that form in the night. These dark amalgamations are impossible to harm with conventional weaponry, but to the girls who have been granted the power of magic it is possible to destroy them with ease. And so the creation of magical girls, the process of granting these girls the power of magic, began hundreds and hundreds of years ago. But every hundred years, it was discovered that a massive buildup of negative emotions would occur. These would form an incredibly powerful beast, a massive black stain on the world that could cause untold devastation. Only through the combined efforts of hundreds of magical girls was it possible to defeat the beast, and some among their numbers even perished or were grievously injured by the terrible battle.
An alternate solution had to be found. To allow something like that to happen once more... it was unthinkable.
And so began the Hex Night. It was discovered that, while the regular usage of magic to defeat the ordinary buildups of darkness was not enough, an enormous outpouring of magic, many magical girls using their powers to their fullest, would break apart the giant amalgamation and cause it to manifest in smaller forms, as usual. The Hex Night, more accurately an event occurring for several weeks every twenty years, was created to push magical girls to their limits. An event in which they would use their abilities to their fullest, and the mass amounts of magic spent would prevent the creation of any terrible beasts ever again.
But the only way to push magical girls to such an extent was to pit them against one another.
For the Hex Night is a battle between magical girls, the prize being to wish for anything that the victor desires. Indeed, it can be called a battle royale, occurring once every twenty years in a different country.
This time, the Hex Night is to take place in the nation of Japan.
Who will claim the wish promised by victory in the Hex Night? A veteran magical girl? A new magical girl?
And is the Hex Night truly as it seems?
The abilities of magical girls come from a conceptual source of power. That is, each magical girl has their own Concept as a source of power. For example, a Magical Girl with the Concept of a fairytale as their source of power would have abilities based on that fairytale. Concepts can range wildly, from weapons to events to stories to nearly anything in history.
But this is not the end of the powers of a magical girl.
All magical girls wield some sort of item, be it a tool or a weapon or something else entirely. This item is their Archetype, something from stories or myths that grants them further powers, something related to their concept. A girl whose Concept is Cinderella could perhaps have the Pumpkin Carriage as her Archetype. However, when a girl first becomes a magical girl, they will not be aware of their Archetype. They must figure out what their Archetype's nature is on their own. This will unlock their most powerful abilities.
The Power of a magical girl's Concept and Archetype are influenced by a variety of factors. Age and fame are strong influences, but so to is the imagination inspired by them. This allows for more recent concepts, such as Wonderland, to be quite powerful in their own right.
The powers exhibited by magical girls are vast and broad. Some are straightforward, whereas some are more strange and difficult to use.
And all of them will be tested in the Hex Night of Magical Girls.
Magic. The power of magical girls, whose abilities allow them to purify darkness and destroy the congregations of dark thoughts and negative emotions that form in the night. These dark amalgamations are impossible to harm with conventional weaponry, but to the girls who have been granted the power of magic it is possible to destroy them with ease. And so the creation of magical girls, the process of granting these girls the power of magic, began hundreds and hundreds of years ago. But every hundred years, it was discovered that a massive buildup of negative emotions would occur. These would form an incredibly powerful beast, a massive black stain on the world that could cause untold devastation. Only through the combined efforts of hundreds of magical girls was it possible to defeat the beast, and some among their numbers even perished or were grievously injured by the terrible battle.
An alternate solution had to be found. To allow something like that to happen once more... it was unthinkable.
And so began the Hex Night. It was discovered that, while the regular usage of magic to defeat the ordinary buildups of darkness was not enough, an enormous outpouring of magic, many magical girls using their powers to their fullest, would break apart the giant amalgamation and cause it to manifest in smaller forms, as usual. The Hex Night, more accurately an event occurring for several weeks every twenty years, was created to push magical girls to their limits. An event in which they would use their abilities to their fullest, and the mass amounts of magic spent would prevent the creation of any terrible beasts ever again.
But the only way to push magical girls to such an extent was to pit them against one another.
For the Hex Night is a battle between magical girls, the prize being to wish for anything that the victor desires. Indeed, it can be called a battle royale, occurring once every twenty years in a different country.
This time, the Hex Night is to take place in the nation of Japan.
Who will claim the wish promised by victory in the Hex Night? A veteran magical girl? A new magical girl?
And is the Hex Night truly as it seems?
The abilities of magical girls come from a conceptual source of power. That is, each magical girl has their own Concept as a source of power. For example, a Magical Girl with the Concept of a fairytale as their source of power would have abilities based on that fairytale. Concepts can range wildly, from weapons to events to stories to nearly anything in history.
But this is not the end of the powers of a magical girl.
All magical girls wield some sort of item, be it a tool or a weapon or something else entirely. This item is their Archetype, something from stories or myths that grants them further powers, something related to their concept. A girl whose Concept is Cinderella could perhaps have the Pumpkin Carriage as her Archetype. However, when a girl first becomes a magical girl, they will not be aware of their Archetype. They must figure out what their Archetype's nature is on their own. This will unlock their most powerful abilities.
The Power of a magical girl's Concept and Archetype are influenced by a variety of factors. Age and fame are strong influences, but so to is the imagination inspired by them. This allows for more recent concepts, such as Wonderland, to be quite powerful in their own right.
The powers exhibited by magical girls are vast and broad. Some are straightforward, whereas some are more strange and difficult to use.
And all of them will be tested in the Hex Night of Magical Girls.
+~Rules of the Hex Night~+
Battle May Commence at Any Time.
However, these battles must be kept from the eyes of those who have not been gifted with magic.
All magical girls are granted a single glass orb that symbolizes their participation in the Hex Night. This glass orb is known as their Hex Symbol.
A Magical Girl is considered defeated when she is unable to continue fighting, or she has surrendered. Once a magical girl has been defeated, the victor is granted their Hex Symbol so they may destroy it.
The destruction of her Hex Symbol removes a magical girl from consideration as a potential victor.
A magical girl who has been defeated may continue to participate in the Hex Night as an assistant to another magical girl.
The killing of humans is strictly prohibited. Any violation of this rule will result in immediate expulsion from the Hex Night as well as the removal of all abilities as a magical girl.
Battle May Commence at Any Time.
However, these battles must be kept from the eyes of those who have not been gifted with magic.
All magical girls are granted a single glass orb that symbolizes their participation in the Hex Night. This glass orb is known as their Hex Symbol.
A Magical Girl is considered defeated when she is unable to continue fighting, or she has surrendered. Once a magical girl has been defeated, the victor is granted their Hex Symbol so they may destroy it.
The destruction of her Hex Symbol removes a magical girl from consideration as a potential victor.
A magical girl who has been defeated may continue to participate in the Hex Night as an assistant to another magical girl.
The killing of humans is strictly prohibited. Any violation of this rule will result in immediate expulsion from the Hex Night as well as the removal of all abilities as a magical girl.
- Name:
- Age:
- Gender: Female
- Appearance:
- Personality:
- Skills:
- Brief Backstory:
- Magical Girl Appearance: (Usually, the eye color and hair color changes as well)
- Concept:
- Archetype:
- Abilities:
The empty plates were neatly stacked, to make room.
It had not been long, not at all, before the blonde knight discovered exactly how good food could truly be. Certainly, the first thoughts she had upon her summoning were brief doubts, but then steeling herself for the duty she had been given. The Preservation of the world, the salvation of humanity... these duties stood far above her own personal wishes, no matter how important she felt they were. At that point, however, what was necessary was for her to grow accustomed to this facility, and the Servants she would be working with. This had gone mostly well, insofar as she could tell, she have eventually made her way to the cafeteria, where those in charge had insisted on offering her a meal. When she had tried it...
... Her memories of food in Camelot had been poor, but now... now... this was incredible. The first dishes she had tried had been Japanese cuisine, then food of her native country, which far surpassed the meals she remembered from her past. For there, she had requested whatever meals that the cafeteria staff were able to surprise.
They seemed stunned, really, that someone like Arturia could put away the sheer volume of food she had, and so quickly as well. But nevertheless she had continued to eat, finishing her latest meal(a finely-seasoned and rare steak) with gusto.
She placed the empty plate aside.
"Ah, that was truly delicious."
At the call to the briefing room, the Saber-class Servant rose to her feet. It was time to do her duty as a knight.
It had not been long, not at all, before the blonde knight discovered exactly how good food could truly be. Certainly, the first thoughts she had upon her summoning were brief doubts, but then steeling herself for the duty she had been given. The Preservation of the world, the salvation of humanity... these duties stood far above her own personal wishes, no matter how important she felt they were. At that point, however, what was necessary was for her to grow accustomed to this facility, and the Servants she would be working with. This had gone mostly well, insofar as she could tell, she have eventually made her way to the cafeteria, where those in charge had insisted on offering her a meal. When she had tried it...
... Her memories of food in Camelot had been poor, but now... now... this was incredible. The first dishes she had tried had been Japanese cuisine, then food of her native country, which far surpassed the meals she remembered from her past. For there, she had requested whatever meals that the cafeteria staff were able to surprise.
They seemed stunned, really, that someone like Arturia could put away the sheer volume of food she had, and so quickly as well. But nevertheless she had continued to eat, finishing her latest meal(a finely-seasoned and rare steak) with gusto.
She placed the empty plate aside.
"Ah, that was truly delicious."
At the call to the briefing room, the Saber-class Servant rose to her feet. It was time to do her duty as a knight.
Fanilly's shoulders slumped. Not only were those versed in magic preoccupied, but the manner in which the Earl's mind had been addled was... so strange. He'd become unable to recognize blood, weapons... it was as if those things simply weren't there. Lilianna made the wise decision to notify any approaching knights of their location, and a servant was quickly dispatched for just that purpose. This left Fanilly to try and figure out how she could help with this situation. She knew no magic, but if she could think of any way to help at all... the blonde knight-captain sighed to herself. This wasn't a problem she could solve, but perhaps... If nothing else, she could at least attempt to figure out how such a thing had happened.
"Earl Achter, do you remember anything strange happening recently?" asked the girl, stepping forward as she did. "Anything at all? Even if it doesn't seem out of the ordinary, er..."
She paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to word her next statement. But the Earl was swift to pick up on her intent.
"Ah, if you're wondering about anything out of the ordinary, there was a visitor less then a week ago!"
The Earl's son seemed confused.
"A visitor, father? I can't recall any," he began, "Are you certain?"
"Of course! She was a beautiful young woman, clad in a black dress," he boomed cheerfully.
The look on the face of his son said everything Fanilly needed to know. He didn't recall any young woman in a black dress, and if she had to guess... neither would anyone else.
"Lord Achter, did you father begin acting differently about a week ago?" she asked, turning to face the young man. After a few moments of hesitation, he nodded.
So the two matters were related...
Lyrie fidgeted. She had set Avlin's bone, and he was now resting comfortably as it mended, and for that she felt nothing but relief. But now she couldn't locate her cousin, nor could she find any of the other knights she had spoken to previously. Neither the somewhat intimidating mage, or the scary immortal knight, or... or... well, to be honest, there were more then a few who were kind of intimidating. Not in some rough, frightening way, but in a sort of manner that made her feel as if she couldn't attain the heights that they could. She knew it was perhaps bad to think like that, but it was hard not to at times... Regardless, she had entered the town and immediately become somewhat lost.
All she had wanted to do was speak to her cou-the Captain, and ask if there were any other duties she could fulfill. Surely there were wounded here, but what if there were more experienced healers then herself? What if she simply got in the way? What if-
She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a tug at one of her sleeves from behind.
"A-ah?"
Turning, and looking down, the small girl was greeted with the sight of a child. She looked no older then ten, with black hair and pale skin, and distinctive green eyes. She was clad in a wide-brimmed, pointed traveling hat, and a traveling coat to match. It was of fine make, but seemed out of place for a resident of the town. Still, what else could she have been?
"Oh, a respectable big sister type like you must be with those knights!" she said, excitedly. At this, Lyrie felt herself nearly burning with embarrassment. Respectable big sister type?! What would drive anyone to call her something like that?! She wasn't worth respecting or anything, she hadn't done anything worthy of being looked up to like that...
"... U-um, I'm a healer currently w-working with them, yes..." the blonde said, nervously.
"I heard the pretty blonde captain girl needed all the knights to go to the castle," she said, "So I thought I'd be a good girl and help!"
Her cou-the Captain needed everyone? Lyrie paused for a moment. She knew that Sir Tiral had gone off to the forest to investigate something... she nodded to herself. She'd tell them and then return to her duties as a healer.
"Ah, er, thank you!" said Lyrie, turning on her heel and quickly making to head out of town, "You're a good girl!"
The little girl waved to her.
And smiled.
"U-um..." Feeree shifted awkwardly. This was a lot of things the little fairy had clearly never thought about. It was possible she'd never even seen an orc prior to this time. Kopuro was still holding her in a defensive fashion. However, when Fleuri offered the former of the two fairies a feather, she was quick to snatch it up.
"Uwaah, it's so pretty!" she said, quickly distracted from her previous uncertainty as she held it up in both hands, "I wanna use it to make a dress! Or... or a hat! Or... or..."
She trailed off, remembering the situation.
"... U-um... Sorry."
At the very least it was clear she felt guilty about it.
Meanwhile, fairies almost flooded into Indrau's hand, swiftly distracted from any theft attempts at the promise of a gift. At least they tried, but it was clear enough that there was really only enough room for one to stand comfortably soon enough, so most of them relented and allowed a single fairy to land. She was blonde, with bright, blue eyes.
"Feeree told me about her," she said, "So I went looked and I found her again! She was by the big rock with the old ruins around it! Um... humans call it... Old Falthier, right?"
Old Falthier? The ruins were ancient, a relic of Thaln's earliest days. Was it possible the 'dark lady' had made a base there?
Kopuro, at this news, folded her arms.
"Hmph. I'm not going to tolerate mistreating Feeree, even if she's really stupid," the pigtailed fairy began.
"... I... y-you really don't have to try and speak up for me, Kopuro..." protested the other fairy weakly.
"But it looks like we have a common enemy!" declared Kopuro, thrusting on finger skyward, "That dark lady used one of us to do something really bad, and I won't forgive her for that! Even if it would have been avoided if Feeree didn't act so dumb!"
"... Y-you can stop now, Kopuro..."
"That's right! Just because Feeree can be a total idiot doesn't mean someone can just go taking advantage of her!"
"... Please stop, I-I think they get the idea..."
"She's our idiot!"
"Kopuro..."
Feeree didn't seem particularly upset, but it was clear she didn't exactly like the way Kopuro was calling her an idiot, even if it was seemingly with the best intentions.
"Earl Achter, do you remember anything strange happening recently?" asked the girl, stepping forward as she did. "Anything at all? Even if it doesn't seem out of the ordinary, er..."
She paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to word her next statement. But the Earl was swift to pick up on her intent.
"Ah, if you're wondering about anything out of the ordinary, there was a visitor less then a week ago!"
The Earl's son seemed confused.
"A visitor, father? I can't recall any," he began, "Are you certain?"
"Of course! She was a beautiful young woman, clad in a black dress," he boomed cheerfully.
The look on the face of his son said everything Fanilly needed to know. He didn't recall any young woman in a black dress, and if she had to guess... neither would anyone else.
"Lord Achter, did you father begin acting differently about a week ago?" she asked, turning to face the young man. After a few moments of hesitation, he nodded.
So the two matters were related...
Lyrie fidgeted. She had set Avlin's bone, and he was now resting comfortably as it mended, and for that she felt nothing but relief. But now she couldn't locate her cousin, nor could she find any of the other knights she had spoken to previously. Neither the somewhat intimidating mage, or the scary immortal knight, or... or... well, to be honest, there were more then a few who were kind of intimidating. Not in some rough, frightening way, but in a sort of manner that made her feel as if she couldn't attain the heights that they could. She knew it was perhaps bad to think like that, but it was hard not to at times... Regardless, she had entered the town and immediately become somewhat lost.
All she had wanted to do was speak to her cou-the Captain, and ask if there were any other duties she could fulfill. Surely there were wounded here, but what if there were more experienced healers then herself? What if she simply got in the way? What if-
She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a tug at one of her sleeves from behind.
"A-ah?"
Turning, and looking down, the small girl was greeted with the sight of a child. She looked no older then ten, with black hair and pale skin, and distinctive green eyes. She was clad in a wide-brimmed, pointed traveling hat, and a traveling coat to match. It was of fine make, but seemed out of place for a resident of the town. Still, what else could she have been?
"Oh, a respectable big sister type like you must be with those knights!" she said, excitedly. At this, Lyrie felt herself nearly burning with embarrassment. Respectable big sister type?! What would drive anyone to call her something like that?! She wasn't worth respecting or anything, she hadn't done anything worthy of being looked up to like that...
"... U-um, I'm a healer currently w-working with them, yes..." the blonde said, nervously.
"I heard the pretty blonde captain girl needed all the knights to go to the castle," she said, "So I thought I'd be a good girl and help!"
Her cou-the Captain needed everyone? Lyrie paused for a moment. She knew that Sir Tiral had gone off to the forest to investigate something... she nodded to herself. She'd tell them and then return to her duties as a healer.
"Ah, er, thank you!" said Lyrie, turning on her heel and quickly making to head out of town, "You're a good girl!"
The little girl waved to her.
And smiled.
"U-um..." Feeree shifted awkwardly. This was a lot of things the little fairy had clearly never thought about. It was possible she'd never even seen an orc prior to this time. Kopuro was still holding her in a defensive fashion. However, when Fleuri offered the former of the two fairies a feather, she was quick to snatch it up.
"Uwaah, it's so pretty!" she said, quickly distracted from her previous uncertainty as she held it up in both hands, "I wanna use it to make a dress! Or... or a hat! Or... or..."
She trailed off, remembering the situation.
"... U-um... Sorry."
At the very least it was clear she felt guilty about it.
Meanwhile, fairies almost flooded into Indrau's hand, swiftly distracted from any theft attempts at the promise of a gift. At least they tried, but it was clear enough that there was really only enough room for one to stand comfortably soon enough, so most of them relented and allowed a single fairy to land. She was blonde, with bright, blue eyes.
"Feeree told me about her," she said, "So I went looked and I found her again! She was by the big rock with the old ruins around it! Um... humans call it... Old Falthier, right?"
Old Falthier? The ruins were ancient, a relic of Thaln's earliest days. Was it possible the 'dark lady' had made a base there?
Kopuro, at this news, folded her arms.
"Hmph. I'm not going to tolerate mistreating Feeree, even if she's really stupid," the pigtailed fairy began.
"... I... y-you really don't have to try and speak up for me, Kopuro..." protested the other fairy weakly.
"But it looks like we have a common enemy!" declared Kopuro, thrusting on finger skyward, "That dark lady used one of us to do something really bad, and I won't forgive her for that! Even if it would have been avoided if Feeree didn't act so dumb!"
"... Y-you can stop now, Kopuro..."
"That's right! Just because Feeree can be a total idiot doesn't mean someone can just go taking advantage of her!"
"... Please stop, I-I think they get the idea..."
"She's our idiot!"
"Kopuro..."
Feeree didn't seem particularly upset, but it was clear she didn't exactly like the way Kopuro was calling her an idiot, even if it was seemingly with the best intentions.
Saber
Saber was not unhappy, to say the least. Early on, after being summoned, she had asked if it was permissible for her to remain materialized, as long as it was not a strain for her Master. It wasn't necessary, but deep down the white-haired Servant desired not to be hidden, but to serve her Lord openly, if it were allowed. Yes, to loyally serve a Lord was Saber's one desire in this holy grail war. To be honest, she hadn't expected to be summoned in a Christian place of worship, by a nun no less. She had no problem with being summoned as such with it, but she would have expected those belonging to the Christian faith to aim for summoning a Saint or some other figure from their beliefs. She was thankful for this chance regardless. As long as her Lord was just, she would follow her.
... Certainly, she had to quickly deny the existence of a a certain feature... but the small girl who had summoned her had otherwise seemed... seemed... well, to be honest, Saber had no interacted with her much prior. No, instead most of her time had been spent with the nun who acted as support, who had provided her with the white sweater and long pants she currently wore. It was a comfortable outfit that was easy to move in, which meant she could swiftly act in defense of her Lord if necessary. She hoped, at least somewhat, to get to know her Lord better, but if the small nun did not wish to speak of such things it was not her place to ask.
Saber would due her best to dutifully follow her Lord's wishes... but with some concern she noted she had not yet been asked about her identity. As the red-eyed girl understood, the matter of a Servant's identity would generally aid their Master greatly in the Grail War. But now was not the best time to attempt to explain herself. She was meant to obscure her identity as best as she could, to prevent anyone from discovering her nature.
And regardless, at the moment, Saber was astonished by the sheer amount of food her Master ordered. She was so small...
"Ah... d'Antibes-sama," she began, pausing for only a moment. No... she had to look out for her Master... "Is... is it healthy for you to eat that much?"
If the nun became ill during a fight from all that food, it could be very dangerous...
... Technically speaking, Saber didn't need to eat, either, but it would would look strange if she didn't.
"And, ah, I would like to try a cheeseburger."
@Raineh Daze
Estelle Varianbec
Estelle smiled. That was what she wanted to hear, she wanted to hear that her Servant was ready to deliver carnage and destruction upon their opponents in this Holy Grail War. Still smiling brightly at her Servant, the small girl hopped off of the front step as she made to lead her Servant to the front gate of the Varianbec estate. Yes, indeed, not only had she summoned a powerful Servant, her Lancer was completely unbeatable. At least that's how she felt about the matter, knowing the origins of this one revered as a God of War. She knew that he'd be prepared to go out as soon as possible, to destroy their opponents swiftly and without pause. It didn't matter who they were or what their cause was, they would all be killed equally. Though... she wasn't cruel. She'd accept surrender from the Masters. It wasn't necessary to kill them, the threat of another contract being formed was slim if Servants were the primary targets. They'd be allowed to escape to the safety of the Church. If they were somewhat likable she might even escort them there. But if they attempted to persist, they'd find no mercy from the diminutive girl.
"I'm certain that some of the enemy Masters will be going to the Church to speak to the Overseer," declared Estelle cheerfully, practically skipping as she passed through the gate. "So we'll ambush them on their way back to... wherever it is they'll be going!"
She placed her hand to her mouth and giggled.
"You'll be able to fight to your heart's content, Lancer," she added. Really, her Lancer was an honorable figure, but you didn't get the title of a God of War without taking at least some kind of joy in battle, now, did you? "Why, if the Masters surrender, they'll even be close to the Church when they have to run off in tears!"
Estelle giggled again. Yes... the first Master she saw was in for a nasty surprise...
@RolePlayerRoxas
It was a warm summer night in Redrock. The streets were not empty, but the people on them were sparse. While it was not a small town, it was not an enormous city, either. It was a location that straddled the line between town and city, and therefore the nightlife was also a reflection of this. Some people were out on the streets, and yet many remained in their homes. This night was ideal for the beginning. There were many locations in which someone who desired to remain unseen could inhabit. The forest outside of Redrock. The burnt-out remains of the Rickert mansion in the North, left as a monument to the tragic deaths that had occurred there. The unseen catacombs beneath the city that were as old as the nation. For tonight was the beginning of something that the relatively peaceful town of Redrock had never before encountered. Tonight would be the beginning of a battle that had once thought to have been silenced, but was no longer.
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
She had prepared in advance.
The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.
She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.
Her Servant.
She had summoned him two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned him, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long he stayed corporeal.
For there was, truly, no question of her victory.
Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.
"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.
Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.
"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"
With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.
It was time.
"Lancer," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"
Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.
@RolePlayerRoxas@Rin@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Drifting Pollen@KoL@CrystalApple
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
She had prepared in advance.
The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.
She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.
Her Servant.
She had summoned him two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned him, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long he stayed corporeal.
For there was, truly, no question of her victory.
Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.
"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.
Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.
"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"
With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.
It was time.
"Lancer," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"
Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.
@RolePlayerRoxas@Rin@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Drifting Pollen@KoL@CrystalApple
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