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From the Ashes

I'll post tomorrow, sorry for the delay!

Fate / Astrolabe

Abigail

Her blue eyes slowly flickered open.

For a few moments her mind was swimming. She didn't know where she was, or what she was doing. She knew one thing for certain, and that was the fact she had been dead for hundreds of years.

The fact that she had been summoned as a Servant.

But beyond that...

For several moments there was simply nothing in her head but that one, simple fact. It was like she had awakened from extremely heavy sleep extremely suddenly, and been left with a head full of fog.

Slowly, however, gears in her mind began to turn. Her name. Her class. Her nature.

Just like waking up and being so groggy her mind didn't work, she had to catch up to herself.

"Mmm..."

One oversized sleeve rubbed at her eye as she sat up, body feeling considerably lighter as she did.

She brushed her blonde hair back as she drew herself completely into a sitting position.

The child known as Abigail Williams stretched her arms.

Tokyo.

This was the city of Tokyo, in the nation of Japan... it was somewhere so far away from where she had lived that it was hard for her to even think about it. But now she was here.

A part of her thought it would be appropriate to pray, thanking God for the knowledge to make all of this less frightening, but the rest of her couldn't help but be curious. She was summoned as a Servant, but...

"... Hello? Um..."

There was no-one here. Wasn't there supposed to be a summoner...?

All she could see was steel and concrete around her. And lights beyond the edge of the surface she was standing upon... Oh, was she on top of a building...?

Unsteadily, she rose to her feet, picking up the teddy bear that had appeared alongside her with one hand and clutching it to her chest as she proceeded to the edge of the building.

Abigail's blue eyes widened.

"Uwaah..."

A fantastical lightshow opened up before her. She had been granted knowledge, to be certain, but to see the glow of modern city, the lights spreading out in all directions around her, the vehicles moving far below...

It was so pretty...

... Not being able to share this view with someone was a shame, because it was pretty like a sunset over the ocean while the whales were out! In a different way, though.

It wasn't like anything she'd seen before in life.

After a few moments of awestruck staring, she peered over the edge of the building. She may not have known exactly why she had been summoned, but what she did know is that she had to get down.

"Hmmm... This building is so tall..."

But as a Servant, that wasn't an issue, was it?

Abigail stepped off the building.

The wind rushed past her, whipping her hair back. She clutched Yugo close to her chest with one hand, keeping her hat on with the other, as she descended.

She was a little jolted by her sudden landing, but it didn't hurt or anything like that.

The young blonde girl straightened.

"I hope I can figure out why I'm here..." she half murmured to herself, a small frown on her face as she did. As pretty as the lights were, she couldn't lose track of how strange this all was!

But there was something drawing her attention. Somehow, she felt compelled to head to the west of her location...

And so Abigail Williams went, seeking answers.

Fate / Astrolabe

The Key

• Name: Abigail Williams
• Class: Foreigner
• Appearance: "I'm a bad girl!" "A very bad girl."
• Personality: A young and innocent girl who seems to be the polite and friendly sort. Abigail tends to assume the best of others in most cases, and often appears not to fully understand some of the implications of her actions. Still, she is a sweet and friendly girl most of the time, and also fairly religious, given she was born in Puritan Salem. She is quite affectionate to those she considers to be her friends, and seems to enjoy playing and doing most things that a girl her age should be enjoying. Abigail deeply enjoys sweet things, especially pancakes, and most people would consider her to be a totally normal girl at first glance. Even when using her abilities, she sometimes seems rather skittish about them(even if she occasionally shows pride towards accomplishing victory in a difficult fight). She also adamantly insists she is not a witch, no matter how unusual her capabilities may seem. She will sometimes state that her actions mean she is a bad girl, as well. However, she she fully exerts her powers, her demeanor seems to change. Her tone of voice becomes far more calm, and she develops a sadistic edge, especially in combat. She also no longer displays a skittish reaction to any of her capabilities, instead embracing them. Abigail will also develop an interest in things inappropriate for her age, such as trying alcoholic beverages. It is unlikely, however, that she will take on her Outer Form without being pushed to do so first. Even with the change in attitude, it is clear the same girl is beneath the more sadistic and malevolent demeanor, and she will still use the powers to protect her friends.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B
  • Endurance: A
  • Agility: C
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: C
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Existence Outside the Domain: EX. In spite of being nothing more then a young girl in life, Abigail Williams has become the vessel for a portion of the Authority of an Evil God from beyond reality itself.
  • Insanity:: B. A skill capable of enforcing a mindset of 'anxiety and fear' upon human beings.
  • Divinity: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Prayer of Faith: C. Regardless of her nature, Abigail Williams cannot be considered anything more or less then a devout young girl from a time where religion was a part of everyday life. Her faith is capable of granting her some boons, even if the figure she prays to may not be the one she expects.
  • Mass Hysteria: B. The madness exuded by the evil god slumbering inside of a young girl. An assault on the sensibility of mankind that can cause shock, catatonia, and even fits of madness.
  • Witch Trial: A+. An innocent girl whose actions unconsciously invite the ire of others. Misfortune arises for those who fall into the cycle of hate, even if they do not realize it.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Qliphoth Rhizome ~ Hollow Tree Filled by a Remnant of Light
  • Rank: EX
  • Type: Anti-Unit
  • Appearance: You cannot grasp the true form of Abigail's Noble Phantasm!
  • Effects: The act of opening a gate via her link to the Evil God that resides beyond the final gate. Technically, it is a Noble Phantasm capable of assaulting the entire planet, but due to restrictions placed on it(possibly by Abigail herself) it is only capable of attacking a single target. When unleashed, the target is drawn beyond the gate, their mind and body assaulted by the presence of the outer god within a root of the Tree of Evil. While it is not impossible to survive this assault, it is an attack that can cause enormous damage to the target's mental and physical state and strip away and protections or enhancements they have placed upon themselves. In spite of its power, Abigail is reluctant to use something so devastating in nature.
• Alignment: Chaotic Evil
• Changes: N/A

Fate / Astrolabe

You know I have something else coming, but Mordred's ready.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

The grotesque fluid lurched forward, rusty blades flashing as it brought a foul-smelling tendril firmly downwards. The blades buried in the ground where Fanilly once stood.

What... was this? This hideous blob, smelling like rotten, fermenting meat, surging forward to try and attack her. She knew of creatures that had bodies made of slime, but this thing was no natural living being.

It lurched forward again, swinging tendrils of foul-smelling fluid and snapped and rusty metal it tried to catch her again. She couldn't reach the necromancer like this! Vosahnn's sister was so close, but she was still in the grip of that man...

In spite of his boasting he could kill her at any time, however, it was clear that the man was well aware of the repercussions of doing so. After all, if he didn't care he would have done it by now.

And yet he was still holding onto her, masked face watching carefully as Fanilly evaded the thrashing tentacles of slime. He knew that, if he were to kill her, his leverage would be gone.

"Do you know what this is?" she heard him comment, as she leaped away from another lashing liquid tendril, "I'll tell you."

He cocked his head.

"It's an undead. A liquified corpse. The dead can be frail at times, but... well..." he chuckled, "It's far harder to combat something like this, isn't it?"

That...

That sort of defacement of the dead... not only enslaving them, but converting their bodies into something like this...

Anger rose in Fanilly's heart. This couldn't be permitted. She couldn't let this continue! But how!? There didn't appear to be any vulnerabilities to the liquid undead...

"Tch...!"

Almost immediately as the axe began to swing down, the lightning mage drew back again. Moments later it became obvious why she had so quickly given up ground: The barrier she had put in place cracked, flashed, and then seemed to explode with enough force to knock a grown man off his feet, shattering like glass and scattering shards through the air that faded into nothingness.

"... Vorsik's axe, hm?" she commented, lightning crackling around her fingertips as she took another step back, "I hope his death was something he could be proud of, if nothing else."

She sighed.

"Damn that bastard," she said under her breath, eyes drifting to the necromancer for a moment before she raised one arm again, electricity surging from her shoulder to her palm as another circle of magical energy spread out ahead of her.

"Fine then. Let's do this," the mage grinned, but it seemed somehow hollow, "Let's put it to the test. The Lightning Magic of Elva Fraus against the Iron Rose Knights."

---

"My, such harsh spices... I suppose it makes sense, their lands are so cold, after all," commented the Princess as she considered Gillian's words. "We may sometimes see snow here, but I understand the lands of the Ingvarr see it almost all year round. It must be quite an experience for them, coming down to the south..."

Eliabelle considered this for a moment.

"It must be as surprising for them as it would be for us, if we were to go that far North," she concluded, nodding slightly to herself as she did.

But then...

"... Reon's... button...?"

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Fate / Astrolabe

@Tomotaxi: I guess that does work pretty well.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Okay just a little update, might be slightly delayed but still aiming to get it up today. I swear if it doesn't go up today it'll be tomorrow.

Fate / Astrolabe

Knight of Rebellion

• Name: Mordred
• Class: Saber
• Appearance: "You've run out of luck, because your opponent is Mordred!"
• Personality: Mordred is a surly, arrogant, and supremely violent individual with a massive amount of personal issues. She's got an extremely short temper and, in spite of her insistence about her knighthood and heirdom to the throne, a tendency to kick, punch, and even bite if she feels she must in a fight. In battle and indeed in all matters, she is also insistent Mordred loves battle, the more violent and intense the better, and shows absolutely no mercy to her opponents. Indeed, she is seemingly utterly without mercy. It may be surprising to some, then, that Mordred absolutely refuses to involve innocent civilians, will take no actions that could harm them, and will even do her best to defend them. In spite of how violent, rude, and arrogant she is, indeed it can be said that there are some traits of the blonde girl that can be considered knightly. Speaking of which, while Mordred has no issue with others knowing she is female, she utterly loathes being treated as girl. No matter who it is, no matter what the situation, she will immediately threaten anyone who calls her a girl with violence with absolutely no hesitation. At the same time, calling her a boy is likely to earn the same reaction. On the subject of her 'father', it can be said that Mordred outwardly hates her, but deeper down her feelings are far more confused. Mordred at once admires and loves King Arthur, but also despises and resents her in the same breath. She will not take praise of 'Father' well, but she will also become angry if 'Father' is insulted. She will take any chance she gets to wear something other then her armor, though she is also not a fan of anything overtly girly. She prefers shorts, tank tops, tube tops, jackets, and basically anything comfortable and easy to wear. She also greatly enjoys eating. She is also a rather immature, childish individual, prone to distractions and complaining.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B+
  • Endurance: A
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: D
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Riding: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Instinct: B. A finely-tuned battle sense bordering on precognition. It becomes possible to understand the best course of action in battle in an instant. At a rank of B, even a surprise attack using high-power firearms is likely to be evaded.
  • Mana Burst: A. The capacity to infuse one's weaponry and body with magical energy. For Mordred, this takes the form of what appears to be red lightning, and can be utilized to enhance her speed, defend herself, and deliver devastating blows even if she is entirely unarmed.
  • Battle Continuation: B. Even mortal injury can be survived for some time, allowing Mordred to continue fighting. Rather then a capacity to survive, it is best defined as a stubborn refusal to acknowledge death no matter how obvious it may be.
  • Charisma: C-. A high degree of personal appeal, permitting the ability to command others and bring out their best capabilites. While Mordred lacks in experience at commanding a country, her attitude and instincts offer her some capacity to persuade and command others.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Clarent: Radiant and Brilliant Royal Sword
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit
  • Appearance: The beautiful sword that slew King Arthur
  • Effects: A sword that marks the nature of a king, wielded by one who was never a king. As such, its inherent enhancement capabilities are lost when it is wielded by Mordred. In spite of this, Mordred continues to wield it due to its nature as a symbol of kingship and its status as a fine blade merely for its physical abilities. However, it possesses considerable capability as a conduit for the channeling of magical energy, marking it as a powerfully destructive weapon with the capacity to annihilate entire armies when used for such a purpose.
  
  
  • Name: Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: N/A
  • Effects: The most powerful attack that can be unleashed through Clarent. Channeling magical energy and her own hatred and confused feelings towards King Arthur, Mordred unleashes a blast of magical energy capable of utterly annihilating hundreds of soldiers in a single destructive wave. A hideous attack driven by the same feelings that lead to Mordred's rebellion, it gives Clarent the image of an evil sword with a demonic nature before it tears through its targets. A devastating attack, it nevertheless is far too destructive to be utilized in populated areas.
  
  
  • Name: Secret of Pedigree: Helmet of Hidden Infidelity
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
  • Appearance: Mordred's Helmet
  • Effects: A helmet worn by Mordred to conceal her identity. It was not by her choice, but rather by the order of her mother, Morgan le Fay. Possessed of an obfuscating nature, it conceals her parameters and true name regardless of any action she performs. As long as she wears the helmet, even if she were to say her own name it would be impossible to connect it to Mordred herself. Even her Master's understanding of the Servant they have summoned is limited by this Noble Phantasm. However, it must be removed in order to use Clarent Blood Arthur, and Mordred herself personally boasts great dislike for the helmet.
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Changes: N/A

Fate / Astrolabe

Knight of Rebellion

• Name: Mordred
• Class: Saber
• Appearance: "You've run out of luck, because your opponent is Mordred!"
• Personality: Mordred is a surly, arrogant, and supremely violent individual with a massive amount of personal issues. She's got an extremely short temper and, in spite of her insistence about her knighthood and heirdom to the throne, a tendency to kick, punch, and even bite if she feels she must in a fight. In battle and indeed in all matters, she is also insistent Mordred loves battle, the more violent and intense the better, and shows absolutely no mercy to her opponents. Indeed, she is seemingly utterly without mercy. It may be surprising to some, then, that Mordred absolutely refuses to involve innocent civilians, will take no actions that could harm them, and will even do her best to defend them. In spite of how violent, rude, and arrogant she is, indeed it can be said that there are some traits of the blonde girl that can be considered knightly. Speaking of which, while Mordred has no issue with others knowing she is female, she utterly loathes being treated as girl. No matter who it is, no matter what the situation, she will immediately threaten anyone who calls her a girl with violence with absolutely no hesitation. At the same time, calling her a boy is likely to earn the same reaction. On the subject of her 'father', it can be said that Mordred outwardly hates her, but deeper down her feelings are far more confused. Mordred at once admires and loves King Arthur, but also despises and resents her in the same breath. She will not take praise of 'Father' well, but she will also become angry if 'Father' is insulted. She will take any chance she gets to wear something other then her armor, though she is also not a fan of anything overtly girly. She prefers shorts, tank tops, tube tops, jackets, and basically anything comfortable and easy to wear. She also greatly enjoys eating. She is also a rather immature, childish individual, prone to distractions and complaining.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B+
  • Endurance: A
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: D
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Riding: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Instinct: B. A finely-tuned battle sense bordering on precognition. It becomes possible to understand the best course of action in battle in an instant. At a rank of B, even a surprise attack using high-power firearms is likely to be evaded.
  • Mana Burst: A. The capacity to infuse one's weaponry and body with magical energy. For Mordred, this takes the form of what appears to be red lightning, and can be utilized to enhance her speed, defend herself, and deliver devastating blows even if she is entirely unarmed.
  • Battle Continuation: B. Even mortal injury can be survived for some time, allowing Mordred to continue fighting. Rather then a capacity to survive, it is best defined as a stubborn refusal to acknowledge death no matter how obvious it may be.
  • Charisma: C-. A high degree of personal appeal, permitting the ability to command others and bring out their best capabilites. While Mordred lacks in experience at commanding a country, her attitude and instincts offer her some capacity to persuade and command others.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Clarent: Radiant and Brilliant Royal Sword
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit
  • Appearance: The beautiful sword that slew King Arthur
  • Effects: A sword that marks the nature of a king, wielded by one who was never a king. As such, its inherent enhancement capabilities are lost when it is wielded by Mordred. In spite of this, Mordred continues to wield it due to its nature as a symbol of kingship and its status as a fine blade merely for its physical abilities. However, it possesses considerable capability as a conduit for the channeling of magical energy, marking it as a powerfully destructive weapon with the capacity to annihilate entire armies when used for such a purpose.
  
  
  • Name: Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: N/A
  • Effects: The most powerful attack that can be unleashed through Clarent. Channeling magical energy and her own hatred and confused feelings towards King Arthur, Mordred unleashes a blast of magical energy capable of utterly annihilating hundreds of soldiers in a single destructive wave. A hideous attack driven by the same feelings that lead to Mordred's rebellion, it gives Clarent the image of an evil sword with a demonic nature before it tears through its targets. A devastating attack, it nevertheless is far too destructive to be utilized in populated areas.
  
  
  • Name: Secret of Pedigree: Helmet of Hidden Infidelity
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
  • Appearance: Mordred's Helmet
  • Effects: A helmet worn by Mordred to conceal her identity. It was not by her choice, but rather by the order of her mother, Morgan le Fay. Possessed of an obfuscating nature, it conceals her parameters and true name regardless of any action she performs. As long as she wears the helmet, even if she were to say her own name it would be impossible to connect it to Mordred herself. Even her Master's understanding of the Servant they have summoned is limited by this Noble Phantasm. However, it must be removed in order to use Clarent Blood Arthur, and Mordred herself personally boasts great dislike for the helmet.
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Changes: N/A

Fate/Eternum — Reboot

@Tomotaxi: I believe it is for now, either is fine.

In any case finally finished my post, sorry for the delay.