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Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

"Worry not," Arturia said, doing her best to assure the crowd as they dispersed, "We will root out the source of these creatures and destroy it."

For now, it seemed they had time to themselves. For a moment, the blonde knight glanced towards her allies... To be honest, she wasn't sure what they would do if left to their own devices. The Roman Emperor was extremely exuberant and lacked any kind of restraint, and... well... it wasn't hard to understand Elizabeth Bathory's habits, even if the dragon girl had clearly been attempting to reform. That didn't mean leaving either of them to their own devices was a good idea, especially not when they were together.

After a few moments, the Saber-class Servant decided that it would be for the best to remain with them, to attempt to keep an eye on their behavior. More then, that, though...

... As long as she was here... Perhaps it would be possible for her to see how these people lived...

"... Perhaps we could visit the local market?" she asked, turning towards her fellow Servants.

Admittedly, this was in part for a desire to have food prepared with extremely fresh ingredients. This location seemed like it was a prime source of red meat and fresh fish, after all. The cold would keep it well-preserved, and it was likely harvested daily... fresh ingredients like that could be used well for preparing delicious meals!

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I'm fine with an elf as long as it's explained.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@KnightsTemplar: The Iron Roses are by and large human, so I'd need a bit of explanation at least.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@KnightsTemplar: Yes, it is.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

"Er... you need... faries..."

The Earl blinked, shaking his head weakly.

"... If... it would help the Iron Roses, then..." he trailed off. He seemed almost as if he was recovering from being quite drunk, at least to Fanilly's eyes. Given how mentally effecting the charm had been... well, it would have been surprising if he didn't have to spend some time recovering. Completely obfuscating all signs of battle from him... it was a powerful spell, wasn't it? Though she had to be honest that she didn't really know how such a thing worked.

"You may have it... ah, there's my sword!" he declared, his jovial attitude returning... for a moment, when in the middle of reaching for the weapon he suddenly let out a groan and clutched his forehead.

"Father!"

The younger Lord Achter quickly ran to his father's side.

"You said he would need rest... the servants and I will help take him to his room," he said, quickly, helping his father to his feet as the aforementioned servants approached to assist(aside from two, who had gone to fetch milk, honey, and bread for Indrau).

As the Earl was carefully taken to his room, Fanilly turned to face her knights. Now she had to decide how best to divide their forces.. Tiral was right. It would be best to take a small force in pursuit of the witch. In addition to the reasoning he had mentioned, there was still the possibility of a secondary orc assault on the town. It was best to leave it with defenders.

The problem was mostly in deciding who would remain here as a defender and who would go on the hunt.

"Sir Tiral, Dame Cymbeline, Sir Indrau," she began, "You will accompany myself and Sir Tyaethe, along with Sir Denvon, Dame Avina, Dame Vionne, and Sir Elex in pursuit of the witch."

She paused for moment.

"Everyone else will remain here, in order to bolster the town's defenses."

There. Fanilly had tried to pick the Knights she felt best suited to handling a powerful magic user. One with a blade that could cut magic, those who had assisted in removing the charm, and otherwise powerful combatants who would be able to overwhelm even a strong mage at close range. Everyone who was left behind was also a strong knight, but the town needed defense, after all.

"We will be departing quickly, so prepare yourselves."

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Indeed, after the knights had received the food and drink Indrau had requested, and been given time to clean their weapons and armor, Fanilly quickly set off astride her white mare, leading the team she had gathered into the forest one more.

It was important to take the witch down as quickly as possible, before she could launch any other attacks. The more time she was given, the more time she could prepare.

As for those left behind at the town, they were given the freedom to organize the potential defense. For the moment, however, the town's children had excitedly gone to see their defenders.

It wasn't every day that the Iron Roses came to Brennan, after all.

@Crusader Lord@Crimson Paladin@TheFake@Raineh Daze@Noodles@PKMNB0Y

Song and Dragon (Closed RP)

• Name: Ange Vandarvayon
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Prospective Sword Saint
• Personality: A proud and dedicated daughter of the Vandarvayon family, the younger of a pair of sisters. Certainly, she has a great deal of pride in herself, and in her future as a Vandarvayon Sword Saint, the swordplay of her bloodline passing to both her and her elder sister. Ange views herself as a sentinel, a knight of the land, and this assessment of herself is hardly incorrect in regards to the Vandarvayon family's history. This pride in her family, her skills, all of it is compounded by a deeply competitive streak. And, well, while she's patient with her own training she is not patient with others, easily becoming irritable and angry when people behave in a manner she views as foolish or stupid. This attitude makes her a rather fiery girl, but at the same time she is also rather easily flustered or embarrassed. Ange may have a short temper, but she strongly believes in justice and her duty as a knight of the land and a future Sword Saint. She will never back down from a fight and matters of duty are to be unquestionably fulfilled in her mind. A Vandarvayon Knight does not back down, justice will be done. That is a solid, unwavering, unshakable fact in Ange's mind. To that end, she cares both about the extermination of evil and the defense of the innocent. She firmly believes that she is one of the most skilled wielders of the blade in the entire country... short of her sister.
• Native/Not?: Native
• Abilities: Ange is a daughter of the Vandarvayon family, and as such her future prospect is to become a Sword Saint. A title bequeathed only to those with incredible, inhuman skill with a blade, via both technique and magical capability, even a prospective Sword Saint is a force to be reckoned with. Ange possesses the lightning fast swordplay of the Vandarvayon family, making her offensive technique in melee an onslaught of rapid blows with a sturdy and sharp blade capable of cutting through even solid plate armor. However, this is not the only ability that Ange possesses. Additionally, she is capable of magic. Mostly this is to enhance her blade, lacing the edges and tip with mana in order to further augment its cutting capability, or release a slicing wind. However, she can also summon a set of six phantom blades to follow behind her. The can be launched as projectiles, but also wielded for a brief time if Ange is disarmed, though they will quickly break. Her family's crowning technique, one Ange has yet to master, is Dragonslayer, a blow with a sword intended to slice through even the strongest dragon's scales and skewer its heart. It is an ultimate shieldbreaker, a magically-enhanced defense-piercing sword technique that she cannot yet freely perform.
• History:
• Other: N/A

Still need to do history but that's everything I have right now.

Heroes of Ironridge: A Fantasy Adventure RP

Considering something witchy, maybe.

Fate/esoterica

Saber

Ah...? Why... why was her Master so blatantly referring to her as such? If there was an enemy Servant so close by, surely they would notice and-

They would notice...

In spite of her initial reaction of confusion, Saber swiftly put two and two together. Her Lord had spoken as such intentionally. It was unlikely that any normal patrons of the fast food restaurant would take notice of such a thing, far too busy with their own conversations. But a Master and Servant, however, would very likely take a clear notice of someone being referred to by the name of one of the seven classes. There was no way it could be a coincidence, not here. Not now.

"... I would like to investigate the town further," the white-haired girl replied, doing her best to give a subtle glance around the restaurant for any reactions. "I believe it could only be of benefit to us if we are both as familiar with the surrounding area as possible."

It wasn't merely a response designed to draw out a reaction. It was genuine. This town was to be a secret battlefield between Heroic Spirits. The Catacombs beneath, the forests, even the amusement park, all of it could pose as a potential site for a battle to the death between Servants. As such, thorough understanding and exploration of each potential battlefield was absolutely a necessity.

It was possible they would be tested in one of them quite soon.

@RolePlayerRoxas@KoL@Raineh Daze

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Caster

We are granted these temporary bodies for the purpose of battle, Caster replied, simply, to her Master's comments, In fact, there are some cases in which a Servant is indeed weakened from their state in life, though others have gained attributes they did not possess in life due to the nature of their legend.

The dematerialized Servant's attention shifted, now, to the execution of her Master's plan and to the battle ensuing between the other two Servants. While their identities were difficult to discern, what could be intuited was their classes. To begin with, the large, bearded man was wielding what appeared to be a form of Asian lance, though Caster's knowledge of weaponry was hardly enough to determine anything else in more detail. Certainly, she knew of other legends and history from the knowledge granted to her by the Grail, but she could not say that she recognized anything further then 'this Servant is Asian in origin'.

That being said, it did allow her to determine the class of the Servant in question. He was, most likely, Lancer.

As for the other, the girl... that was somewhat more difficult. Naturally, the assumption with one who appeared as such would be one of the less martial classes, such as Assassin. However, that guess was shot down almost immediately by the very direct engagement the girl was involved in. Even Assassin-class Servants capable of direct conflict would likely not engage in such a battle in such a manner.

The most likely option, in this light, was Berserker. But what Berserker had the appearance of a young girl? To her knowledge, there was no figure who stood out as the likely option.

Caster waited and watched, ready to spirit her Master away if things did not go as planned, confident she could obscure her nature well enough if need be.

@RolePlayerRoxas@KoL@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord

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Estelle Varianbec

What? Why had...

Why did a family have to come here? To stumble in, right now, right here? Why did they have to appear just like that, in the middle of their battle? What had they been thinking? Why were they here?!

Estelle narrowed her eyes. The secrecy of the Holy Grail War, and of magecraft, was important above everything else. In the normal course of things, that would have given them a necessary duty. That was to kill any witnesses, no matter what. But an entire family... making all of them disappear... wouldn't that draw attention?

... A young girl, a young boy, their mother...

Making an entire family disappear...

Unbidden, a feeling of loss suddenly rose in the small girl's heart. She had never known her family, and-

No, she had to focus. She wasn't created to fail.

But... making an entire family disappear was... it would be too noticeable, wouldn't it?

Lancer, she began, after a moment's pause, ... A... apprehend them. I'll alter their memories, they'll simply witnessing recall a car accident or something else like that. Hmph... walking around like that...

@RolePlayerRoxas@KoL@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord

Fate/esoterica

Estelle Varianbec

From the very start, there were a few things that were immediately evident as the battle between Servants began. To begin with, no matter what the small girl had prepared herself for, what she saw now was entirely beyond it. Her Lancer's performance was incredible, exhibiting enough power to effortlessly shatter concrete, and she could even hear the eruptions of air pressure from here. Even a skilled magus such as herself, someone who was born for this, was taken aback by the sheer strength and swiftness on display.

So, this was a battle between Servants, was it?

The other thing she noted, after her initial surprise, was the way in which the enemy Servant had dodged the initial blow from Lancer. That was a surprise too... and the most obvious conclusion it lead Estelle to was that their enemy was neither Caster nor Assassin. This made sense, she supposed. By appearances it would have seemed obvious that the enemy belonged to one of the two classes least likely to exhibit strong martial prowess. However, neither Caster nor Assassin would have benefited from so obviously exposing themselves. Even if the Servant preferred not to enter spirit form, and desired to lean about the town first-hand, travelling to the Church so blatantly at this time of night would have made it obvious what they were.

Even if Servants of those classes did want to explore the town without entering spirit form, so close to the Church, and so obviously, seemed unlikely to say the least.

But that left the question of the enemy's class. They wielded no weapon, and had just yanked a tree from the ground. This left two likely options, in the end: Rider, or Berserker.

A strong servant of any class could perform such a feat of strength, so the small, tan-skinned girl's guesses were based entirely off of the the lack of a visible weapon of any kind.

A Rider-class Servant's Noble Phantasm(or indeed, Noble Phantasms) were likely to be very strong, and make up the bulk of the Servant's power. It was possible the enemy wanted to avoid showing their hand too early. Berserker seemed somewhat more likely, however, though it seemed to Estelle that the enemy was not using Mad Enhancement at the moment.

Still, though, what potential Berserker looked like that?

Well, it didn't matter. Estelle smiled to herself.

Lancer would destroy his enemy. She hadn't summoned one of the strongest figures who could occupy the class, using a catalyst granted to her by her family, just for show.

That being said...

Estelle eyed the streets below, walking across the rooftop as she did. If she could locate the enemy Servant's Master quickly... Well, forcing them to surrender would be easy. Estelle knew she could overpower most potential enemy magi, after all...

If they didn't surrender, she'd kill them.

Not that she felt particularly inclined to stop the battle right now. She was confident, after all, that Lancer would win. But telling the enemy Master how doomed they were seemed like it would be entertaining.

@Crusader Lord@RoleplayerRoxas@Raineh Daze

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Konpaku Youmu

There hadn't really been any time for Youmu to actually explore the phenomenon known as fanart. Instead, she'd been far too busy keeping up with Yuyuko-sama, following her the entire time as they traveled around town. To be honest, she welcomed sleep after all of that. Especially given that she'd been trying her hardest... and she was going to sleep with Yuyuko-sama so close by. She'd been worried, before, that she would go to sleep concerned about her mistress, wondering if everything was going well, wondering if she was needed. But now, well... Yuyuko-sama was here. Youmu didn't have to worry about such things, because she could simply hear if she was needed from Yuyuko-sama directly. That, and, well, it was comforting to have someone she had known for so long in this world as well, for the duration of their stay here.

It put the small girl more at ease. That being said, it couldn't be denied that Yuyuko-sama was also something of a rather silly person, and... well... she was sometimes a bit odd to deal with. That didn't mean that she wasn't thankful.

And, of course, tonight... well, she was used to working at all times of the day and night, so Youmu was quick on her feet, swiftly preparing for the meeting. She didn't know how this whole 'video conference' thing worked, but it seemed quite simple in the end once she got there.

They'd speak to someone else through a screen, who was somewhere else entirely.

Only, when she got there...

"H... Hinanawi Tenshi!?" exclaimed the white-haired girl, any semblance of politeness shattered in an instant. To think, she'd see that girl here of all places! "I could ask the same thing of you!"

Even if those around her weren't aware of the circumstances that surrounded Tenshi, they could certainly pick up on the fact that Youmu did not exactly enjoy learning she was present in this world.

"I can't comprehend how anyone could entrust someone like you with something so important!"

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze@KoL@Rin@TheFake@Crusader Lord