Yukitamas

Fate/Edelweiss

Phoebe Parnallos Palation

Insight and a piercing gaze calmly watched his transformation.

The flow of magic energy, the stance and the presence of that man changed. Was he getting serious? Was he, now that he was facing danger making his proper “switch”? Some people were hardly all that good at properly flipping to their roles. It was the mark of a immature magus or someone with an incomplete preparations if you asked the oracle.

There was a great difference between someone who was magecraft, and someone who wielded magecraft, someone who held power and someone who was a magus.

He played at being a destroyer, at being a sun.

But the sun was already shining, wasn't it?

As he wove his next stage, his next spell and “changed” himself Phoebe had already been preparing another arrow.

Hunting scourging ribbons carrying the notion of calamity and plague flew forth. They split and danced through the sky, streaks that lit up the clouds in the night and flew in search. It was a worthy follow up to the beam that burned through him earlier, but it was not the end of the onslaught. In the wake of Apollos whispers of vengeance and justice, the Furies followed.

The second volley was prepared as the eyebeam shot forth.

The walls before Phoebe rose and shifted in response to the attack. Ilion met destroyer, blocking off the shine of magic energy from the bow that continued to bare its fangs at the charger.

The enemy was wielding no small amount of magic energy, but it could only output so much at a time especially without a longer incantation, magic circles or further mystic codes to amplify the energy. Using channels inferior to Phoebe’s own circuits and lesser than Phoebe’s access to mana, in a battle of raw power in their spells he wouldn’t be able to compete. The enemy healed well yet they had still spent vitality and were tormented by pain.

The spirits were being used as coin, yet the purse he held had already been pillaged in part. Yes, that opening was perhaps crippling in a battle between great foes.

If the battle was an even field instead of assaulting a fortress, a temple, and if he had not suffered such losses immediately then perhaps it would have been more of a proper battle. But no injury could be shrugged off, and no magecraft came without cost. He might survive a second blast, but how much more could he restore himself? Twice? Thrice? Perhaps even four times, but how much of his coin would be spent? His stores of spirits exhausted?

It was clear that he was the challenger, a struggling underdog even as a new shine of red washed away the dustclouds that came from wall meeting blow. The magic energy had not been stopped, had not diminished and in fact only grew.

The offshoot of the wall half crumbled in the wake of the beam of ether, exposing the archer that was aiming down with a baleful glow. Blood for blood, red for red. As the streaking sunbeams continued to hound the man directed both by their own aiming and also the curse that more and more twisted his fate towards the inevitability of being smote for his transgressions as he approached, they were joined by cursed bolts of dark red. Screaming Erinyes flew forth in retaliation as a second volley, almost like a shotgun blast aimed at his movement.

If the sunbeams that moved to blast his limbs apart and strike him with sickness were a grasping claw then this was a peerless spear aimed straight to impale and strike him down.

Fate/Edelweiss

Phoebe Parnallos Palation

Spirits were released, formed and molded into a shape, a individual ran at great speeds and magic energy.

Mhm, it’d take quite a while for him to even get close to the castle. But it could be a problem.

Phoebe was incredibly confident, held no fear. “Mhm, I wanted to watch how Rider did things but I guess I have to take care of this.”

So the sun took forth another arrow and sang.

It was not as if Phoebe was idle as the other master revealed his object, or prepared the magecraft to change his body. Already another powerful arrow was mostly ready. The distance that proved such a burden for Minoru was in a way his protection preventing him from being shot down as he prepared such a thing. However at the same time it also meant that Phoebe took the route of simply taking the time to prepare a higher count spell.

If the earlier shot had been a volley that turned into a shelling attack that blew holes in tthe ground and hunted down the targets mercilessly while hounding them into each other, setting the stage for Riders attack, even if those shots were merciless bullets that aimed to kill and surely would have struck down an average magus as mere “herding” strikes.

Then this one was…

This one was coiled on itself and built up in a focused condensed way. The magic energy brimming with the potent force of Phoebe aimed at its target and so those fingers let loose letting fly a smiting sunbeam as the man burst into motion. However.

It was not the rushing man that was the target. It was the bundle of spirits formed and molded into a shape, into a mold.

Indra was shot, struck down with what served as its core being struck through. The pinpoint accuracy against this secondary target was frightfully merciless, eyes that could glimpse further than mere sight, and knowledge directed by prophecy grasping where to strike and unravel it.

Even if it was a mass of spirits, the moment they were molded into a shell, into a familiar or existence of a singular existence then it held a core, a lynchpin to its existence. For humans it was a brain, to vampires the heart, for servants and all sorts of spirits a spiritual core and even gods held a divine core. No ghost, no familiar, and no mass was an exception.

In a battle where the herd was not with Phoebe then it was best to undermine any boons that the enemy was attempting to place. On top of that it was no small amount of spirits prepared quite clearly. The enemy had a large weakness in his attempt to be flexible, to be malleable. He did not prepare the spirits and have created familiars for he wished to create them as needed.

However that meant that he had to put them together in a more incomplete matter than crafting a proper familiar. It meant that he could not bring forth any great familiars of great age and careful work. It was much easier to strike them down as they rose. It was much easier to strike him as he prepared his creations. The fact that he had to bring such things and prepare them meant that losing such a mass of materials so immediately would be a loss for him now and in the long run that could not so easily be recovered.

That is why Phoebe waited for the right moment, the start of his charge as if making the sunbeam arrow the gun that signaled the mans sprint.

The second arrow was prepared and aimed at the slowed and now alone master.

He began chanting, so did Phoebe.

The magic circles around Phoebe changed as the arrow prepared focused on power and distance. That is to say, a divine decree of the distance between man and god. The cursed arrow became one soaked with the distortion that this man would be pushed away, repelled from Phoebe as it aimed, and grasping his movements, grasping his flow, fired.

It crashed into him, it burned into him. It was enough to rip through a car with its heat and power. But more than that it buckled his charge if he survived. Yes, he’d surely be repelled, and his approaches to the walls would surely become easier to see, easier to grasp. For he was cursed, and the oracle grasped fate.

“This isn’t a fight~

You’re just trying to get here without dying~”

@GOATPlumber

Fate/Edelweiss

It was a nice idyllic place.

Too peaceful, too calm. It pretended as if the world wasn't on the march to its final boring slumber. It pretended that it was surrounded in the beauty of nature even as it coddled those who threw away their value, who said they were done with life and walked about as shambling aged corpses.

Retirement was a silly thing. Simply grazing for no reason, stopping their pulse of hunger as Cull Yow.

The mountain overlooked the town, but the town wasn't quiite separated. It wasn't the best of land for a ritual despite the robustness. It seems like they were more trying to make it a dam rather than anything.

Was the distortion of this land really enough for something so great compared to the other rituals?

Well, at the very least a servant did descend.

"Those who don't work don't eat, or something like that. But the kind of work you do I guess is more like a lion king~" Phoebe had a few choice words, prodding at Rider and especially his friend. But the master had never truly pushed the issue. It was a small little quabble that seemed more insisted upon less because Phoebe believed in it but more because it was a fun point of conflict to push on.

Well, even Rider could understand that his master was just the most troublesome sort who actively chased that sort of meaningless strife and egging on.

It was a good warm up for the actual battles to come.

The magic energy and awareness that spread out from the fallen leyline, and the threat sensing diviniations that illuminated magic energy and aggressors left Phoebe idly hopping and skipping up the walls, rising on pillars and stairs that formed out of the dirt in response to a playful yet powerful voice, speaking out with the ease of a child in play, yet projecting loud enough to fill the entire space carrying the will of a singer.

Trained, intentional and enough of an expert in all that to make it almost sound like happenstance. Innocence that was grasped through all the things that weren't. To know and speak of these things was not to be it after all.

But at the same time there was still an innocent charm, a dark innocent charm to Phoebe even as the sheeply beauty took a lute in hand and leaned in against the massive strange sheep that stood waiting in the tall ramparts. Phoebe strummed and hummed as magic circles formed around spilling out from the magic crest.

"Rider, you're already on the way huh? Well, I'll be engaging first. I'm not gonna tell you its a signal but do what you think is right. I want to see how you differ from Lancer~"

The shape of the lute wavered like jelly, distorting and drooping away as if it were melting. For a moment the core and truth of the object could be seen in the shape of a string that curled around the mages hand before the ether resolidified in the shape of a bow. The bow was beautiful, carrying tweaks and ornamentation of wood and grooves and circuits that evoked the rays of the sun and lightning.

Yet the string that strung up an arrow forming out of ether was bloody red, almost cruel in how magic energy danced along its length.

"Witness me."

Phoebe incanted.

"Graze. Drawset long, wide barrel"

Another magic circle formed in front of Phoebe, one that'd increase the range of the magic bullet far enough to reach and storm against the ones radiating the signature of magus and servant. The magic bullet released with small dainty fingers that seemed smooth and kind yet gripped with a unrelenting uncompromising strength and intent letting it release with the grace of casting a dove out to fly. The arrow blazed through the air sizzling with magic energy before curving and splitting off into dozens of arrows that bombarded the area Berserker and his master marched.

It was one thing to be shot at in a open field with nothing obstructing the sun or the arrows. It was another to be marching up towards a castle, to walk around fields, to climb rocks, or move through the cliffside that held unkind terrain.

Yes, marching like this they may as well have been coming to their deaths. You didn't need an Oracle to tell you that.

The next step was to weave prophecy, curse. As Rider began his full engagement Phoebe watched with reinforced eyes not the master, but the servant that opposed them. Master Clairvoyance activate Would they be one that could be felled? Regardless, it was only natural to begin weaving a Prophecy (curse) that the guardian of the oracle would slay one with enough hubris to intrude upon a gods temple.

Fate/Edelweiss

Sheep May Safely Graze

Phoebe Parnallos Palation

Age: 34
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Affiliation: Trambelio/Democratic Faction
Clock Tower Rank: I have a pretty strong idea but its more fun to leave it to you!
Command Spell: A mark of seven Wings spreading with tips that end as horns cupped by a curve.

Background:
We must be beautiful so that his eyes and rays will be delighted when they see us like the first.

We must sing beautifully so the words that we speak in his stead are worthy.

We must see so we can guide people like his light.

The Branchidae were oracles from Didyma, descended from the shepherd lover of Apollo. Emissaries of his guidance, givers of his prophecy second only to the Pythia Given a touch of that love themselves they labored to dedicate themselves..

The passage of time did not erode it, nor the change of the people, the nations and their own faith around them.

It did not matter if they traveled elsewhere, if their services and titles had to change form.

They were a priesthood that continued to carry their blessings, their love. Even when they were exterminated by the King of Conquerors they persevered.

But they could not overcome the passing of the ages. The shard of love became an echo.

Proof was passed down through their clan, but the voices, the connection was severed. The earth itself became stagnant, weak, and the gods were separated from man fully.

They despaired, they lamented.

But as long as they held that proof they continued to be beautiful, so their god would adore something in this world. They continued to prophesize so the wisdom of their god would still be present in the world and direct the paths of man.

But with that distance their hearts could only endure for so long.

The remnants of the Branchidae in the age of humanity declined further and further.

It was only in the last few centuries that they reformed as a modern line of magi. The first Palation was an oracle born with potent insight and clairvoyance, gifted a shard of the future. He saw a beautiful figure, one that was the warmth that they felt as carriers, that they longed for.

They carried Apollos light to this day, but it wasn’t enough to warm them. They he decided, would have to gather it and bring forth someone that would truly be an Apollo.

With the truth of cultivating an Apollo they formed their path.

Personal Background:
When Phoebe was born their hearts cried out in elation, for they knew they had succeeded. In witnessing what they craved from another, outside of themselves, they felt warmed.

But what was a reward to the Palation simply was, to Phoebe. If their path was seeking that warmth from another what of that person themselves?

Their truth was far from fully completed. But as humans who simply wished to feel that warmth it was enough for them when Phoebe fully took on the position of heir and shone with the radiance they desired.

But that wouldn’t satisfy Phoebe.

-

Humans are so drab and ugly.

Humans are cute ugly with all the things they felt, the way they could dedicate so much and think so much about certain ideals or desires they had, only for them to collapse easily, thrown away and replaced with a new fancy. The way they say they think about others when it's all about themselves.

Did you love those things all that much if you’d give them up for me? Did you really care for it enough if you couldn’t stop me from ruining it?

It's fun to crush it~

Amusement and affection. It’s like a shepherd tending to a flock.

They were all sad because the world was how it was when you think about it. But it's humans who made the world like that. In other words humans were ugly because they made the world ugly. Their ugly actions were even uglier as it stacked on top of each other endlessly endlessly endlessly. Because none of them got what they wanted.

How can they stop if they're not sated? That sort of shamelessness is something that's so ugly but I like it. Its so innocent. There’s no way humans can be like beasts when they go so much further, acting more beastly than beasts. Consuming consuming longing.

Sometimes they were happy with each other, even if they didn't stop consuming even then..

But there’s no way to be happy with them. After all to me it was like looking at a flock. No one is as warm as what's inside me.. No wonder the others tried to make me for so long. How can a human compare?

After all you can tell a sheep from a sheep, a dog from a dog, but they’re just a sheep and a dog right? Do you look at a chicken and think it's something or someone special right off the bat?

I guess pets are special to people, but a farmer deals with dozens, hundreds. Even if you give them a name, even if you raise them and see them from birth to death they’re just another out of many. From where I stand a human’s like that to me~

A special another sometimes, but just another.. It must be like how the gods see people.

So just how special, how pretty was Branchus then?

The god Apollo could “lower” himself to a fitting someone, but wasn’t I that kind of someone? If I'm like that, why should I look downward instead of up? I’ll raise myself up to be an equal instead.

How could I end up interested in other humans as others, considering that?

Mhm.

I’ve destroyed a lot of people you know? But it’s not my fault its such a big fad. All those subspecies wars and catalyst fights going on… I ended up being drawn to one too. It seemed like it’d be fun. Plus I wanted to know something-

Were heroic spirits great enough to make me change my mind? Could there be humans shining bright or warm enough?

To an extent… yep!

My heart had changed. Humans could be grand, could be special. I still remember Lancer, I still remember the angry Archer when his master was scattered about. Even though he lost his master, even though he had no real wish, even though he had no real reason to stay anymore… He stayed for revenge and it burned so bright! It was only three days but those days were so fun.

I was hooked. I went to another, and another.

Most of them didn’t work out, not a single one of those others even brought out a ghost liner. But mhm…it still helped me realize something.

It was simple wasn’t it? We were in a world that’s ugly because people are a herd, and people are a herd because the world is ugly. In the past the gods were here, so people could be great, and people were great so the gods came. I’m one of those so the problem is the gods can’t be here.

You know why right?

The world is a bit ugly right now. So-

Sorry you had to die. But if the Nadelkiss are even half truthful about their big boast?

I only need to kill a half a dozen others now that I’m done with you, competing for the spot of a master!~

Bye bye. I’ll probably forget you. But don’t worry, your descendants will live in a world where they might shine! Even if they don’t, they’ll be happier living in a warmer world.

I’ll make sure of that.

Magecraft Information

Elemental Affinity: Fire/Air
Number of Magic Circuits: B
Quality of Magic Circuits: A+
Attributes:
Herding: Originally Guidance magecraft that comes from the element of Air. Directing and gathering, like a shepherd and their flock. A evolution that imparts and enforces as much as it leads. Its especially good at dealing with groups or categorizing.

Reinforcement: A type of magecraft that increases the meaning and performance of things.

Sun: Sunny-D. Magecraft that carries the attribute/meaning of sun.

Magecraft:
Heart Whisper (Carrier):
A pathogen inherited from the age of the gods by the family. A gift from the gods..

In the case of the Palation it is a bacteria that gives insight as a source of divine senses and feelings..

One does not have the overlooking view, or inhuman perspective of a god themselves. There is no point in having an oracle with the same viewpoint as the gods as your priest after all.

Instead it is akin to an advisory connection, whispering feelings and causing perception of a god’s sensory data in the Palation. In other words it is part of their senses, but is not their senses. A heart that whispers to them from the inside.

Its effect is similar to insight through a sixth sense, but its closer to advice from another perspective that holds a supernatural insight, along with reinforcement of feelings from what Apollo would probably feel about things. In a way it's vaguely reminiscent of a troublesome shepherds princes own skill derived from Apollo’s assistance.

Without this the Palation would have given up long ago.
A blessing that is a curse, a curse that is a blessing.

To Phoebe Heart’s Whisper is the first feeling, the first something recognition of someone else.
Acersecomes Fleece:
While the hair of a magus is considered a valuable tool for the Palation it holds a further meaning of being ones wool and fleece. Their hair is of an exceptional quality in magic energy and is aligned to be a “contract” with the “gods” as a natural alignment as a catalyst.

Cultivating it from birth, Phoebe’s hair is abundant, long and has never had to been cut This length is in of itself a ritual of youthfulness, just as the Acersecome
It's no strange thing that Phoebe looks so young even now.

Shepherd/Beast Magecraft:
Magecraft that invokes the meaning of animals and borrows their abilities.Rather than a magecraft that transforms oneself into an animal it is one that applies the status of beasts or draws out their nature in one’s self.

Primarily concerns sheep. However they are not the only beasts invoked. Overall the whole greek foundation is utilized with animals holding a connection to Apollo being the core mysteries.

Often magic bullets are given the nature of beasts or stories relating to them, items are layered with the shape or ideas and stories of animals and the self is treated as a sheep.

One is a master of animals and a pastoral ruler as much as one is a beast among the flock.

An oracle is but a docile sheep that accepts the blessings and guidance of the gods. Furthermore synchronization through herd behavior and status helps in passing down the crest. Crowned with it one is a king among [ruby=men]shee[/ruby] through the regalia of the [ruby=magic crest]golden fleece[/ruby]

No matter how tall a man stands they are but a man under the gods.

Yet-

Choral Poetic Incantation (Paean):
The means of incantation through Paeans, a tradition of poems traditionally expressed as a chorus.

Compression of Formula is achieved through utilizing connecting assistants or familiars as a “chorus” for a form of high speed incantation. On top of that musician skills allow for a strong balance of lyrical incantation choice balancing speed and power masterfully.

Beyond being the means for incantation it also branches out into the traditions of music itself being a form of magic in ancient greece.

Combined with Phoebe’s other mysteries the ability to tune groups and herds is top class.

Branchi-Hitching Beauty/Apollonic Invocation:
To be adored by Apollo, a beauty that invites Apollo, to be like Apollo

The evolution of the Palation from adoration to putting form to their idol. Their true path is the recreation of Apollo through magecraft and magecraft that revolves around the sun god as their foundation.

Originally they were oracles, humans through which the gods interacted with humans. No lesser than the bestial mortal forms they took in countless stories. To prepare sheep as shepherds that are apollo, sacrifice them to return them to the divine. Their magecraft was always about connecting and raising the earthly back to the divine.

Beauty and youth that makes one a lover that invites Apollo, a beauty that reflects the gods beauty. The one more attunes as an oracle and approaches the status of Apollo, the more the line is blurred until one is both Shrine of, and Apollo both.

When Phoebe was born the Palation felt the warmth that they had desired all along.

But one cannot warm one’s self with their own love.

Love for one’s self is simply affirmation, and excessive self-love can become a warping perspective viewing others.

I am your shepherd, so worship me ok?~

To sum it up, the elements of their magecraft being a beauty that establishes the presence of apollo, cultivation of status of apollo, cultivation of the status of an oracle, to deal with the bestial forms of Apollo, and the enactment of phenomena/miracles of Apollo through these lenses.

Stunningly Sunny Sheep:
The status of the self through layering the beauty that invites the sungod and cultivation of the Palation for a sheeply attribute.. Reinforcement through self-observation and affirmation from the herds.

The physical and spiritual are raised to a degree beyond normal reinforcement m agic.

There’s nothing sheepish about this level of specs or performance!

…At this point Phoebe’s existence is a bit of a minor charm effect too.

Magic Crest:
600 years

Defined as a fleece that is added to and passed down, both as a symbol of leadership and as something that garbs the self in the status of a sheep.

Mystic Codes

(String my Glee)
seirá mou Kéfi: Stretch My Sorrow To Song
Once they had a lyre that was said to have been created by Apollo himself.

All that was left after many centuries were the strings of sinew passed down as a relic.

The sorry moping overturned was symbolized in action by the first Palation using those strings for the formation of a mystic code that would become their regalia.

Two stories were gathered for the sake of revitalizing the lyre. The story of Marsyas and his flaying and use of his hide. The maiming of Zeus by Typhon. Both tales lead to destruction then restoration and lyre.. The recreation of a lyre broken in regret, the stringing of a lyre with Zeus’s sinews as part of the rite to save and restore him by Cadmus. Furthermore the association of Marsyas with shamans and wisemen disrobed of their positions/garbs was defined as the stripping and using of circuits.

In combination they added the materials of circuits from defeated magi, their sheep and selves.

The Lyre was reinvented as a sinew that can string into various forms. It is Phoebe’s bow, lyre, crook and more.

Its ability to amplify and tune is without a doubt top class. However its performance can further rise through a “theft” of “sinew”. A type of power attack that converts hp to power.

Crowned with Ram-ifications:
A crown, a headdress that helps connect with Apollo.A laurel in the shape of ram horns.The symbol of god and also excellence that’re grafted to her magic circuits.

They serve as a support mystic code that helps elevate her status.
Phoebe claims oracular clairvoyance is done as a receiver through these horn antennae.

But that’s a joke(?)

Lego Ilion:
In Greece magic is a power that can move and even raise the earth. From Orpheus, to in this case, Apollo raising the walls of Troy.

A mystic code of mudbricks made with materials from the dirt of Troy. Packed in sundried laurel and circuits attuned to a certain wavelength to enact resonance through magic energy and inscribed formula. A formalwear of concept of “the creation of Troy's Walls” and the “Troy’s Walls”

Phoebe out of personal taste and to conveniently use modern culture has condensed it into the form of “legos”.

Its use lies in creating walls, fortifications, applying its concept as a boundary, or even wearing it as a conceptual defense. It's a high level defense that soaks up strong attacks without faltering. But flexibility is its greatest strength.

…It's said that stepping on smaller bits is very painful

Herds of Abundance/Apollon Pastoral (Familiar):
The Palation hunt and herd all sorts of animals. But their main stock is sheep who graze and roam under the sun. How wonderful their fleeces are, soft and filled with the warmth and comfort of the suns beams. How nice they smell clean and well groomed.

Their personalities are a bit problematic, inherited from who they were modeled after.. But their use as a familiar is undeniable, especially with their trait of herding that lets them merge together to a singular larger ram. Of course they can split apart into smaller individual units too. These Apollon exist as a herd rather than any single lifeform at this point.

It can be compared to divided spirits and enshrined gods. The parition of functions in a machine. From Delphi, Claros and Didyma. From Atepomarus, Belenus, Cunomaglus, Grannus, Vindonus and even more- The shrines, the places and the many facets of a god are many.

As a note each one is named as a unit designation and all of them have an ear tag that calls them Apollo.

(Rho Aias)Bronze Sun of the Fiery Heavens:

A bronze sphere that floats around Phoebe when activated.A mystic code that holds the meaning of Ajax the Great's shield.

Linking with Apollons in a sevenfold formation, Apollons are connected to the sphere treated as layers of hide. The defense of the sphere is applied while the combined hp of the Apollons are treated as a shield bar for the Aias. A powerful albeit callous defense…

Nonmagical Assets

All-Encompassing Power of Domination (Phoebus Pankration Overdrive)
The first mixed martial arts in history in a form practiced by the Palation.

A no nonsense martial arts for killing and destruction… or that’s what it is supposed to be. There’s a playful side that developed overtime with the need… or is it desire? To wrestle down their livestock and also deal with self-defense.

A form of pankration that originates as a wisdom passed down as the marital art invented by Apollo. However its also become a means of simply displaying one’s might to cow and play around with others as well.

A skill that brings ones entire ability out.

Ultimately Phoebe’s ability as a striking boxer, and a wrestler is very high.

Of course that’s before you add magecraft into the mix too.

Shooting Down Your Dream:
Experiencing a Subspecies Grail War, coming into conflict with all sorts of people and mages, Phoebe’s experience and ability as a combatant and archer both are built up from all sorts of encounters. Its more than enough to confidently consider anywhere a grazing ground.

Ritualistic Items:
Daggers, candles, incense. Basically all the more generic stuff for set up. Also includes the dead bodies of various small creatures for use.

Fate/Profane Covenant

That's a baseball!

A quick drawing of hardening runes, on her own clothes, on his clothes. It was a good enough defense to start against the blows of a master, and perhaps even against a servant. “Check with your master’s clairvoyance. They seem to be a lancer, but noting their class skills and parameters would be quite useful to know. As far as how we'll handle it.. We'll just continue a bit more as this game~"

IT was possible that they had a means of long-ranged attack that could strike back at them, or a curse of retaliation. However as far as curses went, she could defend herself, and with the type of magecraft her master had it was possible to defend himself with it, even if it could potentially be costly and sacrificial... But... Well, figuring out those surprises was part of the thrill, isn't it?

"Hmm, if you have any suggestions let me know. Other than that... If they start coming this way I'll set you down. Even if their master is powerful... well, you have your own abilities and I'll give you a rune or two as well just in case."

With that said she brought another stone to her hand and grinned before chucking it forward. If the last one was a probing sparkler, nothing more than a prank she set out just to see how things would play out. Then this was an actual bullet, a rune painted bullet.

One, three, five, ten…

It was a good way to test his capabilities, and perhaps they’d even be able to learn a skill of his. A thunderous spear that reminded her greatly of her own spells… My, well they already learned something in a sense. It’d be interesting to see what else he could bring forth.

Again and again she threw the same sort of stone, the same sort of attacking. It was an actual deadly version of the first playful toss she gave. Flaming sparkling balls, blindingly fast, blazing through the city sky as though it were a blip and momentary shooting star. Each of them blowing out and roaring against its target, whether it be the body of Lancer or his spear.

But then on the thirteenth it changed.

From a flaming stone to a thunderous stone, a stone that was difficult to feel as magical energy, a stone of chill and ice, a stone that exploded into a flash of light before yet another flaming one came.

A sudden shift, a sudden curveball. How would he deal with these as they changed?

Fate/Profane Covenant

Nightfall, Shinto's Sky

The shopping was pleasant to say the least. It was wasteful, but not ruinous, it was refreshing even as they were enveloped by a foreign and strange community. At his concerns she had laughed, after all they weren’t something to worry about.

“Magic isn’t something to be used frivolously, you know that most of all surely. I can tell that you’re not some random child that’s picked up some traits, there’s an air to you that shows that you’re a practitioner somewhere in your heart.”

She stuck out her tongue out playfully as she put on some rather gaudy looking sunglasses.She was in a pair of ripped jeans, wearing plasticy cheap bracelets instead of the druidic wear and jewelry she had came in. All over that was a casual summer jacket that only covered half her torso.

Well, she certainly was having her fun..

What was impressive perhaps was her ability to sniff out deals, and manage to work out some deals. The flow of fortune, the growing change in the land, and the surprising combination of shrewdness and a foreigner that could speak Japanese quite fluently led to an onslaught that left her with various good deals and lucky moments!

“To scam people with magic just for a bit of extra money is a waste… Although making sure you run into good opportunities and don’t lose things is fine I’d say.”

The lives of people and magic both had their value, and it wasn’t right to steal away the value of normal life with magic. Magic was something that would defend against the mysteries and distortions in the world, or something that one devoted themselves to. It wasn’t that magic served people, but rather than people served their ideals and magic with their lives.

“I’m a scholar in a sense, or an adventurer. But the main thing is I wanted to see all sorts of lands and people, all sorts of magic. I wanted to collect wisdom, simple as that. But there are a lot of mages and magicians who wanted to accomplish great things, to change order, to challenge the laws of the world… But doing something as great as that requires multiple lives, multiple generations.”

She smiled.

“I’m sure you know of it already. But I need to remind you of it in another way. All the people we’ll be fighting, defeating and killing… Even if the individual has deviated from that path or dream, even if they’ve rejected it or become a person who only lives for themselves chasing a small and pathetic little individual desire..”

As night fell she drew runes upon her clothes, and brought with a spell a synchronization of the flow of mana from the two to match the air of the city to help protect against detection.

“Each one of them is a magic user who inherited the tools and magic in service to that. Make sure you have the perspective to understand the weight of your own magic’s history, and make sure you have the resolve to crush those other paths for the sake of your own wish and history.”

Only one would be accepted by the grail. But more than that, was he really ready for all of this?

“Do not hate them, for they are the same as you. Do not hate yourself, for it is the natural way to live.’

At a point she picked up her master as the moon rose, and the two took to the air. The still contemporary dressed lady humming as she looked for some sort of target, runes of clairvoyance helping her see through the city.

“We should start however… with a playdate, a little bit of fun.”

The moment she found a fun seeming target a stone and a rune made for a good baseball pitch to get attention and frighten them a little bit. How will they react she wondered with a little bit of a trick?

Shinto: Park

They managed to procure some sort of clothing for another day. But at this time, it was operational hours. It had spent with the operator and the familiar known as Archer the day, after handling the strange need to buy normal clothing of some sort… (It was a quick affair really as it bought what fit best, was functional and what was fast to find. There was no time to waste on such frivolities after all.) A dissemination of the information and knowledge that had been collected by former operations and units. Discussion of various anti-servant tactics devised, of all sorts of magecraft, and discussion of possibilities with the capabilities of Archer.

It also spoke of the operating parameters and directives.

Namely that of the threat evaluation levels.

Black, Green, Violet, Orange, Yellow. Categorized by the noble colors.

If Black was something that could only called the level of a hoodlum with a pistol.

Then green was a prepared magus that had knowledge of what they were doing, and some form of magecraft meant for combat that could defeat a trained person with a gun. Often Greens were rather rare, after all magi were primarily researchers.

Violets were those who could take on groups, who would be at a level that they could be called a proper threat. Something that could be called a danger that would be able to fight and engage with a combat focused Freelancer or familiar.

Orange was an evaluation where one was considered to be getting close to the levels of an anti-magus specialist like an Executor.

In other words, it was only at this level that the unit was expected to fight with full lethal intent and no restriction on the usage of weapons.

Yellow... The lowest of the primaries, yet a shining jewel among the Noble Colors still.

There was no expectation for any Yellows. If there were, then it’d likely require the assistance of Archer to survive.

The expectation was that the Einzberns would be able to send and create combat units on the level of high oranges. Victory would be difficult. But victory was the purpose of the unit, even failing and perishing so long as victory was claimed was acceptable.

To rampage until the operations and the objective of the visit to Fuyuki was accomplished. To prove one’s abilities and bring honor to the family.

“Archer, send it in.”

It was an order to swing a firework, an attention grabbing flare with one obvious meaning to be had in a park that had few people there at this time of night. Even less, that is to say, no one once they were scared off by the sudden burst of noise and light, the grounds sanctified as a battlefield by the combined magics of the two.

Come and fight.

It was time to visit the old battlefield.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Khairi Ilunga

Outskirts/Forest

@Yukitamas

Khairi couldn't help but raise a brow at the Caster's use fo big sister as she spoke, but shrugged it off since, given how he had chosen to summon her. . . she wasn't exactly wrong in that. Whatever the outcome of this war, Tlachtga was considered a part of his family now. An odd thought, to be certain, but she was no more eccentric a member than any of his ancestors by blood.

Though none of his ancestors had managed to take flight as easily as this woman did and he was unable to hold back the look of wonder on his face as he saw her floating above him with seeming easy. It reminded the young man of some of his childhood dreams about using his own skill with magecraft. Common sense told him that he should be more cautious with this excursion and that passing under the illusory veil of such a powerful Magi was the proper way to engage in recon. . .

"Well. . . if you're offering I guess it'd be rude to decline the offer." Khairi attempted to keep some measure of composure about himself, though it would be clear that the idea of taking flight had won out over his more grounded sense of common sense. "If you're going to be walking about, are you thinking of purchasing anything? One could turn deserves another so I could give you a budget if you really want to feel the full tourist experience."

@Raijinslayer

Outskirts/Forest -> probably Shinto

“A budget?”
She grinned.

“Of course! To shop is to become part of the circulation of goods and value, to enjoy and admire the craftsmanship and enjoy the tastes of a culture.” Ah yeah.. She definitely was the sort to visit flea markets, bazaars and enjoy all sorts of street food. Khairi was getting a sort of insight into Caster as a person and simple woman in all sorts of ways as she giggled and skipped around playfully while talking about what she saw looking over the city with magic. How she spoke of the knowledge she knew from the grail, and how it differed from actually seeing things with magical senses.

“I’m looking forward to seeing it with my own two eyes, my nose, and even my ears. The crackle and popping of oil, the sizzling of meat, the steamy wafting of rice, it’s quite nice you know.”

She was a woman who visited countless lands, who learned of many techniques both mundane and mysterious. Even this adventure as a Ghost Liner, not the true person and a fabrication, an illusory manifestation of myth in a world that declared her an impossible existence. Was just another trip and adventure to her.

“I am very curious of the sort of books that they have, and also of clothes. There are brand new fabrics of all sorts, although some of them don’t seem all that great for magic. But I think they’ll be fun to wear. How much do you have? Oh never mind, I’m sure I can manage one way or another.”

A few magical words, prayers and signs. Auspiciousness, blessings, favor and joy.

It wasn’t really cheating, but they’d surely come across good fortune, and they would likely get some good sales and find what they’d enjoy.

“Now now.”

She smirked devilishly like a witch even as she weaved the flow of their lives and fortunes.

“This is the war of your one and only desire, a grand wish that can distort even the world right?... Fufufu… fufufufufu! I sure hope you weren’t planning on skimping on it. Even if it costs your entire life savings I’ll make sure we end up with plenty a treat!...

A witch indeed. It was a simple little human desire that turned her from a wise druid and understanding mother. But perhaps that was the fault of the festival that had become associated with her? Well, it couldn't be blamed completely.. Her master would surely understand that she was that sort of person in life, and that the manifestation known as a servant didn't fall too far from the tree as far as candied apples go.

"Oh, if we run out of money I’m sure we can have money as a treat that we ask of the people who want to come through the forest~”

Wait isn't that just extortion?!

Fate/Profane Covenant

@Raijinslayer

”Ahahaha. I guess you wouldn’t be wrong. That was most of my legend really.” She rose up to her feet from a stump she had been using as a momentary chair. “But there is something to see here, there’s something to see everywhere! This is a completely foreign land to both you and I, a forest in the east, and a very different land. You can feel the difference in the flow, the way the air meets with the land, the lightning right? It must be very different from your home… If I were to guess going off how the general mana and vitality of the land is… Well, it’d be diminished, but my home would still be what it was. Ireland and this Island are as different as two islands could be.”

Still, as much as she wanted to explore she ended up nodding along with his voiced concerns. “Two points. You said why you might be hesitant, so you get some points. If that’s the case big sister can help out you know? There are two choices, and you get to pick one.”

She gave a hop and hummed a little noise. The waves of magical energy coming from her spiked for a moment before settling down back to normal. Most importantly… she didn’t come down. She floated in the air, flying with her first mystic code and creation. This was different from simply flying as a spiritual body. Her physical body, her materialized self was ignoring the pull of the earth.

“I worked on it first thing of course. It took a bit of hassle but it’s what my father and I made. It’s fun to fly you know. We can either walk through town, and I’ll make sure a spell is cast on you so no one pays any attention to you… But well, sometimes good things happen if you walk around as a foreigner you know? It can be dangerous, and you might see sad truths and things about people and a new land… But it lets you experience it in a different way too you know? It’s a bit of courage but it’s a step worth taking.”

She let out a sigh and raised a hand “Well, I don’t mean to badmouth you or complain. It’s just one option out of many. Sometimes it’s good to not be part of the flow, to be an observer too. But I thought the world was a lot more ah… what’s the word? globalized? “

Indeed, it wasn’t just someone like her that had the flying machine or various spells that could visit one end of the planet from another. It was that anyone in the world, as long as they had some money, could hop on a plane and end up in a matter of hours on a completely different landmass. Hundreds and hundreds a flight a day, people shifting back and forth between the world like blood going through veins.

Ah, what a different world indeed.

“But… well the locals are different from us… The other option then is to not even walk among then.” She grinned. “I can let you fly and watch you know.”

Fate/Profane Covenant

@Raijinslayer @Turboshitter @Syndrome @Cu Chulainn

Outskirts/Forest

Hoping for a city-side visit

“The world is quite different isn’t it?” The words came with a wistful quality as she took in a breath of the smells of the forest. In a way everything felt lesser… diminished, as though things were more fake. Ironic considering that she, and what she was weaving were ultimately illusions and replications. She sang to herself as she placed down a pumpkin brimming with a mischievous light. A container for souls, a beacon to mislay those on their path. One already lost makes themselves home, and one with purpose ends up following suit.

Yet for the master of the forest the will-o-wisps were hardly a threat. They were fun little lights, and ironically were pretty much landmarks for her.

How refreshing it was after a mere few hours compared to the city, or even the state of the forest before they came to it. The wind blew in a cleansing cycle, bringing forth the miasma (feelings) of man to the forest to be colored and converted into mischievous sprites. A light in every household, a bonfire in the sun-lit castle.

The castle was stained in its own mysteries, and just like the city and the land known as Fuyuki it had its own master… But ah, for a woman who traveled the world and understood many of the mysteries of the world, who held knowledge and mystery descended from the gods, collected from a long past era…

Ah, it was perhaps a bit mean to break open the paths, to open it up so she could take, so she could sway the flow. But she was sure that the owner of the land wouldn’t be all that mad. After all the land was being revitalized, society cleaned up. An excitement and bustle weaved in with magical energy and mystery, and the sun’s warmth shined upon the land.

The forest was… well, it wasn’t like people should be coming in so only the ones who lived in here in that manor who once controlled this place were the only ones to get mad no doubt.

Soon there would be many strange things roaming in the night, but that was not the concern of the common folk. For those who would play tricks in the night… well. She’ll just have to show she was the most dyed color, the greatest mystery of them all.

“There are a lot of things I’d like to see however. As much as I could explore with a familiar or two, there’s too much to experience as one’s self. If I wanted to be a wizard in their tower I would’ve lived a very different life you know? It’d be too boring to simply wait for night. Surely you won’t begrudge me a break?”

Of course she could have studied and explored the city, hiding away in her castle and while doing further work. Of course she could have lied and said that it was necessary for her to personally check the city. But she didn’t, there was no need she felt. It was important to clarify one’s intentions, to showcase one’s desires.

And for her? Well, she wanted to have fun and learn things.

“Worry not, I’ll do my work properly as a servant. But any apprentice or master still needs some time to enjoy and learn. Mhm, maybe I am technically a familiar but I can’t say I feel like too much of one~ I want to see the other participants of this war, I want to see their magics, I want to see the other heroes and I want to see this city. Of course some of it is actually relevant to our work too. But most of all I want to play some tricks, and see if anyone will bring us a treat.”

Shinto: Center Building

There was a change in the city’s environment, not that it could understand. There was a drastic change in the flow of the leylines, and something was infused into the city. However what it was, it could not figure it out.

“Archer, you hold knowledge of magic as well. Do you understand what is going on?” It did not understand. Of course it couldn’t, it was a matter of enjoyment, and spirits. To a weapon like the unit the idea of a festival was hard to understand emotionally, even if it knew intellectually and logically what one was.

“..If it will not have an effect on projected operations, then it is not a big worry. Field work is necessary for further familiarization of the environment and operating grounds before the hunt begins. Utilize your clairvoyance skill and project your sight through our link so I may gain a tactical understanding of the streets and city faster as well. Are there any problems or suggestions to alter my supplied course of action?”" The Spartoi asked of not just Archer, but the third member that was in the suite... who was well, a chicken.

“Bwak… yeah of course. If you’re gonna go out you can’t go out in your combat gear like that. You’ll need to have a spell that keeps attention off you from normies you know!”

“Normies?” it blinked. The operator had some strange words and terminology sometimes. Was this part of being a bird brain?

“Can’t you put the outfit in the sash for now anyway? It’d be more efficient to wear normal clothes and not have to use magecraft until we move into the next phase Bwkah.”

“...That is logical in its own way. But there is a problem.”

The unit tilted its head to the side. “What exactly are normal clothes if not operating clothes? This clothing suits my function and purpose, it was created for my usage. Is that not normal?”

A suitcase of bills, a sash of military ordinance and magical armaments..

Well, there was a sort of t-shirt that came with her uniform and defensive gear?...

"...This isn't going to work is it?"

Fate/Profane Covenant

Trick or Treat

"Oh do tell me you've brought something new and fun. Something I have not heard or seen, a new little tidbit of information, a novel formula, or even a brand new poem. Or at least a trick if you want to take something from me. To have no trick or treat is just not fun and the worst of all."

True Name: Tlachtga

Title(s): The Hollow’s Witch. Spear of the Earth.

Class: Caster

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Gods to Age of Faeries

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality:
A druidess, wisewoman and mother. Yet despite all that she comes off as a spirited young woman in various aspects despite the many many years she lived traveling with her father across the world.

A spirit of adventure and whimsy that never left her even after being taken advantage of by one of the men that the two had learned of foreign arts and knowledge of, the apostle of the Messiah, Simon Magus. Nor even when she struggled in the childbirth that led to her death.

A lady who departed, even wracked with pain and blood, with a smile to offer her three newborns and a whisper of promises of their bright future.

This natural inclination was only increased by her association with the holiday that’s all about merriment, pleasure, treats and tricks. Perhaps she was always meant to be a Halloween Witch?

Her attitude is whimsical not in the sense of the fey, or monsters and spirits who play tricks. But rather of a curious and knowledge-hungry lady. However is it because of her experiences late in life, or because of the attribute of Hallow’s End? Compared to the woman that makes up the records of this Ghost Liner she does enjoy more schadenfreude type humor than the woman who walked the earth, and can sometimes be mean without even thinking about that as her intent at times.

Still she is not fundamentally an evil witch or anything like that.

After all she is just a person, even if she is wise.

Motivation for the Holy Grail:

To have another life, to study the workings of the Holy Grail War and the means that modern magi have decided to pursue to fulfill their own wishes.

My, it’s even collected an assortment of great heroes too!

She awaits an answer from those who participate, and perhaps she shall end up the victor who will mark it as a monument to their second and new wishes just as those runes in Italy left the tale of those warriors and sages long gone.

Appearance: A woman with the appearance that holds the beauty and vibrancy of the prime of her maturation, and the energy of youth. Keen eyes that know the world and arcane lore carefully look at all sorts of things… although perhaps not as carefully as some others, deciding that knowing the general nature of things at first is enough, and that if it’s important she’ll get to it again later as she moves onto the next thing in the interest of spreading her awareness wider.

Clad in various sorts of wear fitting for a wise-woman, and carrying a trusty satchel that carries much more than it looks like it should be able to hold. The bounty of the western world’s forests and lands, along with various tools and traveling supplies are always on hand, and the smell of both earth and ozone seem to accompany her at all times.

Most importantly however…

She has a little purse dedicated solely to candy that appeals to everyone’s tastes.

Bio: The red-haired daughter of the Arch-Druid Mug Ruith. The apprentice, and fellow adventurer that saw and travelled through the world. She learned from him and the many wise-men and practitioners that they encountered over the hundreds of years they traveled not just Ireland and Britain, but the mainland itself.

In an adventure she took alone she explored Rome, finding herself drawn to the land that was the symbol of mankind and perhaps of the age that they were transitioning into, away from faeries and dragons, from gods and mystery. That was not to say that it did not hold great occultic knowledge, or culture, and indeed it was a great mixing pot, the golden capital that collected all blessings and wealths.

It was in that land that she surprisingly found a treasure of knowledge that came from the north, undiscovered by others, unlocked and inherited by her. A path that made her more than just the shade of her father, and a path that she would pass on in the future as one of her two marks upon the world.

Her end came after learning from the Apostle of the Messiah and his arcane ways before his repentance and baptism. Overcome by lust for his female student, Tlachtga was raped. Impregnated with triplets, she eventually gave birth and died, but not without whispering her blessings and hopes for her children that would grow to become chieftains themselves.

Where she dies marked the Hill of the Ward, the mound Tlachtga. The site of the Samhain ritual that formed the basis of the Hallow’s End Ritual.

Just as the sun died and sunk into the earth before it would rise again, she has come forth as a hallow’s end witch.

Ah, what shall we see in this new world today?

Equipment: A Druid Staff created and given to her by her father.

Parameters:
Strength: E Mana: A
Endurance: E+ Luck: D
Agility: D Noble Phantasm: A

Class Skills:

Territory Creation: A+:
The ability to create a territory to gather magical energy, and a alien space that supports the caster. A druid from the age of the gods who lived through to the beginning of the Age of Man and the Age of Faeries. Creating a Temple greater than a workshop is possible.

Beyond that the creation of a festival to expand her territory, and to create a support infrastructure that involves and utilizes civilization and the people of the land is within her abilities too.

Ah, what was it that they said?

Trick or treat!

Item Creation: A:
A skill of the Caster class. It is possible to construct magical items, from implements of war, to items meant for daily use. All sorts of different articles can be made at will. The wisdom of the druids allow for various draughts, mystic codes and handy items and medicines to be made. Of course some more foreign tricks can be included too.

By no means does she have access to the wondrous machine of her father, the Roth Rámach. But creating a mimicry of it is within her knowledge and abilities, and utilizing her own unique knowledge that she acquired separate of her father.

Personal Skills:

Divinity: D

Daughter of the Arch Druid Mug Ruith that is thought to be by some scholars to be a god of the Sun or Storm. Coupled with her own connection to a grand festival and ritual honoring the god Lugh, and the sun her rank is while low, a tangible connection to the divine and aptitude.

Varangian Runes (Lombardy): A
The secret of the runes that came from Scandinavia. Discovered in her life and legend, Caster has studied and disseminated the sacred knowledge passed down through the sacred stones left in the land of Italy.

What was recorded is not just the sacred knowledge and magic crest of the great god Wotan, but also the stories of the adventurers, warriors and heroes that fought and perished in the land. Whether it be unnamed and forgotten heroes, or the Vanagarian Guard.

Perhaps it is because of her connection to a certain festival, but sometimes as she traces those symbols it looks as though the hands of others who have long passed from this world overlay her own slender fingers to draw with her.

Wisdom of Mug Ruith:B
The inheritance of the wisdom and teachings of her father, Mug Ruith. The apprentice, assistant and travel companion of the great Archdruid. While not on the level of Mug Ruith himself, the mysteries and magical knowledge she has learned both from, and alongside him mark her in ability as a peer to the greatest of druids.

Perhaps it is no surprise that she does not quite reach the same heights without giving up her sight and becoming blind as her father.

Beyond that, knowledge of various curiosities and foreign lands were engraved into her heart through their wondrous journeys.

..Of course this includes the knowledge taught to them by the Apostle, Simon Magus. A bit of an ultimately unpleasant tale. Although she does not begrudge the knowledge or magic itself.

Noble Phantasm
Darkest Half Brightest Flame
True Name: Samhain Tlachtga
Title: Bonfired Festival Around The Sun-Grave.
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-City
Range: 1-70
Maximum Number of Targets: 800
Description:
The castle that is her grave, the end of summer, the descent of the sun.

The beginning of winter and the new year.

The fall of the sun, yet the promise of the retreat of darkness.

A time of debts to be settled, for wars to be stopped with the onset of the cold. However it is not a day or ritual that has the attribute of halting, or freezing. But rather the attribute of renewal and decision.

It was when the future was looked to and decided while the past lingered in the form of visiting ancestors. The Sun would be celebrated and its return and vibrant energy worshipped.

A castle that is close to the sun, similar to the castle that holds the place closest to the moon. This closeness is not about physical distance, but rather a spiritual attribute. Yet it is still a grave, and a castle that is inherently as such, connected to the hill it is built upon and the earth. The connection of heaven and earth, of the rotation of the celestial body and the circuits of the planet.

The connection of heaven to earth, of life to death, wax to wane. The grave that is the home of the sun, the festivals that collect light and illumination.

The hill of Tlachtga to which a bonfire that gathered all the flames from every household is fed. A festival that supports the grave-castle of the sun, and sweeps the city into a ritual now known as Halloween in the modern day.

A blessing of providence and light upon all, and the sanctity of community and household is upheld.

Dragon Mud Warrior

"It's time to crush the foe. Engaging in battle/victory."

Name: A-1-R E(limnation)+/GS (Grail Scalper) model. Series: H(ippolyta) Number: M (13)/GC

Unit Title: MGS

Titles: Spartoi. Ransomer. Geis of Defeat. Grail Scalper. Monina’s Blade.

Sex: Irrelevant. Female.

Alignment: Lawful Gun/Bone

History:
The Monina family of Thebes has always been an odd distant sort. Their power and wealth could not be denied however, living in a spiritually powerful land and being a name with influence within their sphere. Their influence comes from their patent, and the commerce and power born from their product.

A family that makes warriors, or rather, artificial soldiers, utilizing the mystery of the Spartoi.

A Guard in a box, a killer in a box. Such a direct and easy selling point, on top of competitive prices and guaranteed quality made them an easy name among those who required muscle for various purposes. A few of their products were said to even leak outside of the magical community, leading to the rise and fall of various regimes and cartels…

With the proliferation of holy grail wars their reputation has only risen as various magi who have decided to wage battle bought the products of the Monina. Not only that they have even sent some of their veteran products and personal guard that have completed their contracts and duties to participate in such contests to varying levels of success.

Now on the cusp of rising to the position of the Second Owner of Thebes, the future of the Monina looks bright indeed.

When it was heard that the ritual of the Einzbern was to be reignited, the original Holy Grail of the Holy Grail War system rediscovered, the Monina found themselves preparing a dedicated response and candidate. Oh? For the holy grail? No, not at all. Their interest is in proving the ability of their Spartoi as the premiere soldier of the modern magical world, and to compete against the creators of true homunculi.

A house-grown A-1-R of the E model, series H was chosen as the candidate at the end of a ritualistic tournament of newly grown models of every line in production (and a few that aren’t. Units made with the refined records from various subspecies grail wars and services. The losers were utilized for their magic circuits to help create weapons. The survivor was in turn recycled for their circuits for a special support unit (familiar), and its memories and experiences were disseminated for the creation of a new model standard. The Grail Scalpers.

This process was repeated again with the first batch of 26 of the GS model units, with the 25 that died turned into circuits for equipment once more.

The final survivor and winner was number 13, MGS.

Her mission is to travel to Fuyuki and prove the superiority of the Monina Spartoi

Personality:
A tool born for battle and covert operations. To preserve mystery, to achieve victory, to honor contracts, gain profit and glory. Those are the guiding principles of the Spartoi.

In other words, Kleos for herself, Kleos for her creators. To be a model that inherits the records of a successful model is to carry on the burden of Kleos of the past generation.

Her tendencies are to be aggressive, to be swift. A weapon that prefers to be on the offensive, and enjoys flexibility and mobility. Despite what may seem like a lack of caution, MGS has won against 25 of equal base models as their first task in their life service record.

To begin with, the survival of this unit is not the priority, so perhaps it all works out just fine?

Magecraft:
Quality of Circuits: E

Quantity of Circuits: C

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Attribute: Soaking (To permeate, and disseminate. Colors and directions are taken in, and blending with the world is a matter of course. An attribute that can both greatly relate to, and set the color of an environment.)

Magecraft:

Spartoi:
The existence of a homunculus colored in the energy of a dragon. By no means does this grant a magical core, or lungs that are spiritual worlds. The spiritual level of the Monina creations are due to focus, about on par as a normal homunculus, despite the ingredients and expertise of the creators. The level as a lifeform is still low, but higher than most homunculi, and the magical energy and od is fashioned after that of a dragon’s.

Knowledge of the earth blends with service records from previous units and ancestral models.

A newborn warrior with experiences of countless battles.

Bone Rattling Awakening (Ancestral Return):
A utilization of the base of their body, the dirt of Albion mingled with mystery and the existence of animals, and the savagery and animalistic descent associated with the War God Ares in the modern day. A sort of Ancestral Return caused by a self-hypnosis trigger (magecraft) that brings a state of savagery, and regression. An Amazon’s rage.

Old Soldiers, Old Fields. Shrine of Red Mist:
The establishment of a shrine to the war god Ares through battle. The sounds of preparing for battle, rituals to anoint one’s self as a warrior, and the noises from one’s beating heart, the clashing of metal and war form a color that stirs up the earth, leylines and establish a boundary of a “battlefield”.

A battle/temple where Ares could exist, a battle in which the old ways are brought to the throe and savagery is given precedence. Savagery and Glory are made to go hand in hand, and the greater the Kleos the further performance synchronizes with the ideal.

A burden similar to the Knight King of the Paladins

Mystic Codes:

Jewel of Discord: A pretty jewel that has the use of being a wavelength adjuster, in other words a pocket tuner of sorts. A tuner of discordance that puts MGS into flux at a new wavelength separate from its normal existence.. Normally this would be a negative effect, but in synchronization with the concept of the Spartoi and the god Ares it is an abandoning of structure, civility and humanness to become a full tool of war.

To kill everything around. Everyone at this battlefield is an enemy.

Finally it is also used in conjunction with the greatest weapon this unit possesses beyond itself.

Trophy of the Victor, Fangs of the Fallen:

An armory of weapons created from the bodies and circuits of the the fallen from the original classification tournament.. High-quality armaments to fill an armory. Generally they take the shape of traditional weaponry fashioned in modernistic ways. MGS’s reliables are that of Xiphos based knives.

Knives, blades, folding spears and javelins, shields. All of these things are of course necessary!

Still not all of them are always carried at one time and frankly usually only a third of the total armory is brought out in any given fight.



Photon Ray
Wavelength Unscrambler Destructor. Mars Drop:
A direct smiting weapon that incorporates the circuits of all the failed MGS units, the knowledge of the Monina as crafters, and various formulas and tweaks cultivated from countless wars.

The weapon works through the utilization of the Jewel of Discord, and the rotation and records of the 25 homunculi that were turned into the magical core of the weapon. A wavelength scrambler that becomes a vortex of chaos, violence and magical energy that tears apart all sorts of spiritual bodies. Against those who are physical and non-spiritual it is still a dangerous weapon that may cause circuit damage, or even through vicinity of its firing path, cause painful and magecraft inhibiting clashing between the circuit and land, or self and magic crest.

The special weapon created just for the Holy Grail War to damage servants. The concept comes from that of the sword of god. The weapon of Atilla the Hun linked to divine right, protection and the destruction born from the divine. In other words, the precedent for a mortal to utilize the weapon of the great War God.

Of course being a worshiper makes it much better than some random Scourge of God...

War God’s Scarf:

A support Mystic Code prepared from various circuits, and blood-soaked threads. Originally it was built as a priestess’s wear that invokes the idea of the War God’s Sash passed down to his children, the Amazons. Rather than something that carries divine od, it is something that carries the curses (blessings) of the war god as something that allows for unending war. To carry armaments, to create ammunition. It is what allows for quick switching of weapons and non-stop combat without a need for rest.

It is akin to a cheat item from a certain stealth action game that takes the form of a Bandana and a self-drugging.

Although it seems that something akin to cursed tranquilizer darts are something that's being made lately too..

Lastly it acts as an emergency sustainer in fields of inoperability (an area where the world is cut off from access). An operational time of three minutes can be given as a sort of battery, supplanting the land and earth with the blessing of the divine (air).

of course this is just an emergency measure.

Spartoi Battlesuit:
A defensive suit that provides adequate protection against threats. Hostile Interference is reduced at a level beyond the protection of an Albion Diving Suit, and magical energy is dispersed and soaked into the atmosphere and fabric rather than the wielder through the attribute. Made out of materials from the Spirit Tomb Albion, and the help of a partnering school.

In terms of effectiveness against physical interference it is of course, something that's beyond the level of modern military gear as well.



Rooster Familiar: Ialmenus
The lifeform and familiar that was made of the winner of the first selection tournament. The familiar shipped with MGS as their support operator. An observer that relays information to the family, and also analyzes the feed of information.

His ability to fight is on par with a decent quality battle familiar, as is fitting a sacred beast of Ares.

To foretell and curse one with victory, to foretell the coming of the sun.

Despite whatever you might think he is however definitely not an emergency ration.

His name is Ialmenus.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items:

Combat Skills:
Utilization of all sorts of weapons, knowledge of Grecian martial arts and styles primarily. However knowledge of all sorts of battle styles and techniques past and present are known due to records of enemies.

Cleaning:
Good at polishing, cleaning and taking care of weapons.

Ransoming:
A matter of technique at engaging in combat in a non-lethal manner to disable foes. Even knowledge on how to disable foes with magic crests and circuits so as to capture them is known. Beyond combat is also the ability to set up negotiations for ransoming and selling of captured beings.

It's important to make a profit after all.

Negotiation and commerce equipment:

The connections of partnership and certification with Dark Amazon, and various magical world vendors. Seal-geis scrolls, and other negotiation equipment. With this sort of set up, ordering new goods and getting delivery in just a day or two is a matter of course.

An emergency allowance for a delivery that would take onlyfrom Britain/the Clock Tower 4 hours is given. However this can only be done twice.

A couple of guns:
A few pieces of modern ordinance.

Reliable, and usable weapons. Ranging from a Shrike 5.56, to a high-power, tranquillizer gun with a SIG-Sauer P226 as the base. More than enough to fill the first quarter of an action stealth game's inventory with.

Modified with custom orders and tweaking to better make use of the abilities of its users. Notably in terms of weight, heft, and caliber.