Yukitamas

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@BlueHelix@Reallydumb@Kyoka

In The Woods, Southern Moor

A capable general.

That was something that some stories did not describe him as.

Yet he was a man with many things. It was only natural then that he gained things that he did not originally have. Sporting the armor that was the creation of the man of the era of electricity, and sporting the various sacks and vials of the dreaded poison that laid down even the greatest of heroes. What he held was a bounty indeed for any hero, but it was simply a small part of the hoard that would become the power of Persia.

That power, for now was partially on loan. The man beside him was clever, but he was not Iskander. No, despite acting now as a general with the help of Darius, this man was not Iskander.

An ally, a general under his control. He was not a enemy worth facing, an enemy worth devoting one’s existence towards. The hero Odysseus was indeed one of the most celebrated and famous of the modern era. Together they marched upon the swamp, and as they rode, Darius on his elephant of the dead, looking towards the Archer from time to time to consult him wordlessly as though playing at the role of a leader while being a berserker he found that it was a great hero at his side. A hero certainly on the level of him

Yet.

He was so incredibly different. The two men were both clever, and masters of war. Yet they were heroes of a different cloth, birds of a different feather. Even if Odysseus were to be the greatest military tactician in existence, Darius would not see him as a great foe.

For he did not have that drive, that burning drive like that one man.

Would he see Iskander? Would he see that drive?

In his madness, the drive and Iskander were one and the same. Similar to that knight who saw saint and knight as the same individual, the same soul.

Oh Iskander, oh Iskander. Who would be Iskander?

He felt the appearance of a servant as a master called their partner back with a command seal.

Was it you? Iskander!

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@floodtalon

Family History: The Aesworth are a offshoot family of the Aesaurum, when a set of twins was born during the third generation of the Aesaurum family. The "younger" twin was cast out to begin a new branch family uder the Aesworth name, while the Aesaurum continued with the "older" twin. The Aesaurum family is five generations old by now, with a crest age of 400.

Branch families work by someone who is beginning a new family/making a new crest being given a donation of a small part of an established family’s crest. This helps them skip the labour and problems of starting from scratch. In exchange they tie themselves to the donor family and sorta serve them like vassals to an extent.

What normally happens in this sort of scenario you’re describing is something like Sola-ui or Sakura. Aka something to tie them to another family for political connections, and also they get to sorta continue a line of magi.

People within the Spiritual Evocation department noticed her talents and recruited her quickly, giving her plenty of materials to work with and better herself with. 30 years passed since her birth, with the Clock Tower recognizing her achievements and awarding her with the title of Pride after heading a joint project within the Spiritual Evocation department

It seems a bit of a stretch to go from dead apostle hunts to becoming a lecturer. Sure she might be good, but I don’t think she’s really going to get the chance to show that off to the extent needed for that with her set up and background. Furthermore she doesn’t have the political standing for this.

The Clocktower provided extremely rare materials to facilitate the experiment, handing the project off to her to test if she was as good at Spiritual Evocation and Spiritual Surgery as others claimed. The combination of a Nature Spirit and a young dead boy, an exceedingly rare event that can only be done by human hands. To give human values to something not human, very few of these "Guardian Spirits" exist. They must be bound immediately if they are to continue to exist in this world, so the newly made Guardian Spirit was quickly bound to the Leyline of another Aesworth's land in Germany. It would likely take another few hundred years for the spirit to properly "become human" so to speak

Why was there a project to make a guardian spirit. Like what’s its purpose? Why is this a group project. If it’s being made by the department then it has to have some sort of reason. Magi don’t just make things for no reason, they especially don’t get together for big projects for no real reason. I don’t really see the purpose or need for them to make a guardian spirit, especially if they’re handing it to someone unrelated to the project.

So she makes a Guardian Spirit (with the help of other magi)

They offer her a nature spirit as something just to test if she is capable of doing something she claims she can do.

I’m afraid this just doesn’t really present a convincing line of reasoning.

Spiritual Evocation: The ability to evoke and control spirits, from the lowliest wraiths to even Guardian Spirits.

Please remove this bit.

Overall I am rejecting this sheet in its third iteration.

Once more I suggest that at this point that you go with another concept.

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@BlueHelix@Reallydumb

In The Woods, Southern Moor

Too long had he been idle, too long had he waited before returning to his battle. His eternal war with that man would never end, and every moment of peace was simply a break for him.

His emissary had not been successful, simply being plundered himself into the fuel of the enemy. Yet he was a man who was not like the many heroes of this war. He was one who was surrounded by defeat, who knew many failures and retreats. Such a small loss would not bother him, for he was the ruler who like a bird of fire rose again and again. Like a weed he propagated and withstood. He was a wall who defined himself in opposition to other great legends.

Yet his awaited foe did not come. The man called the Great did not come. He did not come he did not come he did not come. No matter where he waited, no matter how he awaited his arrival to the place that held a great bounty (fallen leyline) no matter how he waited by the ocean he did not come he did not come he did not come. Why was he not here, why did he not come with his unquenchable desire and greed?

The power of the empire was like the fuel for a legend that burned bright enough to cast its flame into the future as a great beacon to light the path. An anchor that helped to define human history.

He struggled against the man that could not be denied in his quest for the end of the world. Even the Persian Empire falling before him and claimed and repainted as his.

A failure, a terrible failure built upon the countless losses.

He had done his role diligently, but now he walked out as the conquerer. If that man would not come then he would lash out and search for him. So the army marched. A manifested army of the dead, or rather the undying marched. Their sights set for that moor, that marsh of the Rider who was the lord who defended his land.

He did not know of that servant, nor of his history. But in a sense there were similarities in their nature.

Riding upon a great elephant, accompanied by his vast legion. With a need to wage war verging on the need of madness, he descended into the moor, trampling a gouged path into the land with the arms of the Persian Emperor.

Iskander!

Oh Iskander!

Where are you?

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Rank: Brand

@floodtalon

Much too high. Her abilities and political standing is far from being worthy of the title of Brand.

For comparison, Lord Archibald Kayneth El-melloi is from a most prestigious family of 9 generations. He is a notable lecturer in the Clocktower said to be have entered the position at the youngest age in the history of his department. On top of being set up with immense talent and political standing, he also happens to be talented in furthering his relations and managing said political standing. He is a man who both was given all the tools to succeed, and held the talent to utilize said tools to their full potential.

He is a man stated to be someone who could have revolutionized a field of magecraft if he had not died prematurely.

Even then it is only due to his connections and his political marriage that connects him to the family of the head of a Clocktower Department on top of his abilities as the head of the Archibald family that he has become a lord and Brand.

Of course Kayneth does deserve his ranking as a magus, and potentially he could reach a very high level of Brand but…

The point is that you definitely don’t qualify for Brand.

Objective for the Grail: Elizabeth has no wish for the Grail, being sent by the Mages Association to destroy it with the assistance of the Servant she has summoned.

Alice will send you a PM with your objective for the grail. However what can safely be said is that your goal isn't to destroy the grail at this point. Please simply say that you're going to Fuyuki as a agent of the clock tower following their directive.

Each time, she came back with less injuries, more people returned from each hunt as she improved her Spiritual Surgery.

Spiritual Surgery does not keep people from dying to vampires. You also cannot heal people from having their heads crushed, or just straight up killed in numerous manners even if Spiritual Surgery did work for healing flesh wounds. Which it does not. (Citation for such.

Spiritual doctors are said to heal the soul and not the body. I guess this priest here is the real thing, in contrast to his looks."

Interlude 10-4 F/SN Heavens Feel Route

For guidelines on what Spiritual Surgery can do look at Kotomine Kirei. While he is overall not good at magecraft, he holds the trait of spiritual surgery and is very talented at it. Examples of what he has done are remove worms from Matou Sakura, because worms are circuits. Albeit with the help of command seals. Graft a spiritual thing onto the spirit of an Emiya Shirou (Heavens Feel spoilers I guess. If you know about it, you'll get what I'm referencing) Also transferring command seals.

Eventually it was determined that she was the best in the Clocktower at it and so she was given the legendary title of Brand. 70 years passed since her birth and she became one of the youngest Magus to ever achieve the title of Brand.

She would be far from the youngest to achieve Brand, if she achieved it at the age of 70. The organization known as the Clock Tower that has existed for 2000 years has seen many freaks after all.

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Number of Magic Circuits: A

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

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Elemental Affinity: Average One

Inconsistent with your backstory. She’s someone from a branch that had to prove herself yet she’s got god tier circuits and a super rare trait that’s considered very valuable.

Also too high quality yeah. If you were part of the main family it could be argued for but I’m not allowing this.

Otherwise remember that affinities aren't just I cast fireball. The different elements have meanings that are added to magecraft, and also are the font of different magecraft. Average One is amazing because it can mix those different meanings. Consider for example Kayneth using his mercury with his affinities of wind and water because of their meanings of flow.

General Magecraft: A Brand level Magus on top of being an Average One, Elizabeth has mastered every element to it's fullest and mastered most general Magecraft over her life.

I don’t know why you’re talking about elemental magecraft under General Magecraft. It’s also impossible to master every elemental to its fullest. It wouldn’t be possible even if you were like a 2000 year old dead apostle ancestor. It’s not happening.

Spiritual Surgery: The art of healing, to remove a wound without ever touching the flesh. Indeed, it is the act of "cursing" someone to remove infection. A technique that both the Archibalds and the Archisortes are famous for, Eizabeth has taken to a new level. There can be nobody in the Clocktower who rivals her skill in healing wounds of the body, the only thing she cannot heal would be the "soul" itself.

Spiritual Surgery does not heal the body. The Archibalds are not famous for it. she is definitely not the best at healing wounds within the Clocktower either.

Spiritual Evocation: The ability to direct things of a spiritual nature,

As the name suggests it is actually about evoking spirits.

to even a dematerialized Servant's spiritual core,

You’re not messing with a servant’s spiritual core when they’re astralized. You’re not messing with spiritual cores with this to begin with.

Elizabeth has mastered this to a degree unknown to the Archibalds, taking many wraiths and stitching them into a sort of artificial intelligence bound to her will. She then pushed that intelligence into her Mystic Code, turning it into an autonomous attacking device.

This is very far from unknown to the Archibalds and isn’t really that exceptional by their standards. It's a useful ability of a spirit medium, but it's not groundbreaking.

Crest: 700 Years old

The Archibald family has the age of 9 generations.

The Archisorte family being a branch family is at a maximum around 6 generations old.

700 isn’t gonna happen

Reduce it to 200-400

Imaginary Space: A Mystic Code utilizing imaginary number space to store anything. The Mystic Code itself is her gloves, simply channeling Mana into either glove lets her deposit or withdraw anything she wishes, within a reasonable size of course. She has a variety of weapons stored in the Imaginary Space to supplement her skill with all sorts of weapons, along with a few pre-stored spells in case she needs to get out of a pinch quickly.

Her affinity is not Imaginary Numbers. As such she cannot operate this mystic code.

Pre-stored spells do not exist. Spells don’t work like that. The Edelfelts have their method of jewel magecraft for a reason as an example.

You can instead utilize high-speed arias (talk real fast) for faster spell casting. Or utilize magic circles to prep the formula of spells that are higher level and then just add an aria/cast like normal.

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@Manythings @Enterthehero @Paradox Witch

Railroad Tracks. Battle For The Spear

There was an explosion, a conflict.

More importantly there was something of value, something that called out to Berserker. OR was it that he called out to it? Whatever the case there was something to take of value, and in that sense he and his master were united in desire.

But there were other tasks to take care of. The value of what appeared to be up for grabs was certainly high, but it was something far below the value of exposing a servant.

A general could not secure all points, an emperor could not pave every road in his kingdom. For an emperor, a general was but one man and his lands were large, his ambitions and needs even larger.

Yet an empire was only strong because an emperor could take into hand that which was beyond one man. The power of Berserker was not that of the lone hero, no. The power of Berserker was the power, and riches of his nation.

So the emissary of Berserker went in his stead. What blazed through the city with a speed was not the servant himself, even as it sped through with a momentum beyond most creations of the modern age.

No, what passed through the streets was not a servant, nor a beast. Clattering and ringing, it was a chaotic and noisy canopy of noise. It was the sound of an army marching to war, amplified in the mess of a most strange method of transportation. Bones creaked, armor clanged against the ground.

The distance from the church to the railway was devoured, and after traveling on top of the rails to its destination the emissary of the Emperor burst through the wreckage of the already mangled train to fly towards the familiar that had managed to grab the spear. The form of it revealed as a ball, a mass of skeletons wrapped together. A Skeleton Ball

Falling upon the zombies that swarmed, it bounced after crushing the various bodies that had been gathered and then infested. Gore, poison and filth covered the ball as it finally collided with the familiar with the spear without any drop in speed.

Falling upon the familiar, a dozen hands reached out for the spear while another dozen grabbed at it, seeking to halt the momentum of that familiar and pull the spear along with it to pry it into its grasp.

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@Dosthou

Technically? at the bridge -> Church

The golem was a giant among its kind. Massive, huge. Normally such a golem would be more than the rival of almost anything that a magus
could design in the modern day.

Unfortunately said golem was in the Fuyuki City where a magus had designed something that completely overshadowed it. The Grail War System to summon and bind small emanations that derived from Heroic Spirits, servants.

A golem of such size would normally be able to fight a servant. Yet this was a rushed job, constructed from materials that were not quite as aged or deep in mystery as those of a high quality. There were foundations and meaning to be tapped upon with wood. But in the face of the Persian King it was not quite enough.

An ax ripped through an arm, while a fist met another. The clash was something that sent ripples through the land. Almost tearing apart the ground as much as the golem had been trying to.

But what broke was not the arm of the, admittedly massive giant in relation to the normal human, of a man, but the gnarled trunk-like arm that burst from the impact that traveled through its seams. Unarmed, the golem toppled without balance from the result of the clash.

The end result was a forgone conclusion. Berserker summoned a number of his soldiers to fetch the smaller chunks while he himself dismantled and chucked into his noble phantasm, the various parts of the golem piece by piece.

Ah, the storm was ending. Darius watched for a moment the climatic end to the chaos that engulfed Miyama before returning to the church. He was, if nothing else, a loyal and dutiful mad-man.

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@dosthou @Sageage

Interlude III

[Remains of Tragedy / Reparation for victory (3)]

Ruler - Hercules

Burning Miyama Town

There was a desperation in the fight of Lancer against Ruler. Of course that was to be expected. To simply overcome a calamity was in the nature of heroes, even if it was a struggle. But to overcome a greater hero, to be a hero who aided calamity against the one who stood above all others?

The strike against him was one that rang true, yet by the virtue of the proof of his deeds it was judged unable to contend with him. Ah, how disappointing. In the end the boy was but a lily yet to blossom. To the one who had reached the end of the twelve-step journey one immature could not contend with him.

Yet even then there was no restraint on Ruler’s part. There was no denying Lancer’s ability. Many servants would have been crushed already by the effort of Ruler, even if there were some who would not only be able to stand their ground, but also strike at him and force him back.

As such he decided to bat away the lancer, sending it flying far away with a simple backhand. He did not underestimate this Lancer, nor did he take the wasteful path of being too cautious. To simply deprive the Lancer of possibilities was acceptable.

His axe swung down. Even he could not prevent Lancer’s step in for a final blow. Or rather, even if he did it was a waste of time and effort. Knowing that Lancer’s Noble Phantasm could not harm him the servant had to rely on but his raw strength. It could hurt him, but to slay him once, let alone defeat him was a near impossibility for that youth in this situation. He was prepared to take a bit of damage, for there was no other hero nearly as robust as he. If the price to finish this battle and end this obstruction was this then he had no problems. It would strike soon after, their strikes almost in parallel to end the duel.

The fist of Percival met the body of Hercules. Bone shattered, and the impact rippled through the youth’s body, wild waves of force shaking and tearing his arm apart, metal whined and distorted, bending from the force of Percival’s flesh and bone that pressed against it. Mangled meat was all that was left from the impact, and the only reason it could be called an arm in shape was because of the distorted red armor that drooled crimson liquid in dripping torrents as though it was the hungry jaws of a wolf. Barely maintaining its shape as it twisted and expanded out. The shape was recognizable as a thing meant to be cariciture of an arm, but no longer could it be called so. This level of damage was on par with the result of a certain mystic eye, inflected upon one’s self.

The blow was of an immense power. Reaching above A+ strength, matching the power of that oni, or perhaps even exceeding it. In this situation, putting all that he did in it, it was a blow that was self-destructive to Percival. But it was not something that could topple Ruler. But...

Then

Hercules

Stopped

The roar of Percival filled his ears and the sound of the flames and battling servants in the background faded away. His momentum was halted by the blow.

This was not the result that should have come from a blow even of this strength.

Hercules’s body also broke. The force of the punch caving in his chest and ripping his spiritual core, rendering it a lethal blow even to him.

Hercules died.

A second punch came from Percival and he felt the force from the first still pushing him back, making him unable to react.

Even with the resistance gained from Godhand the blow was enough to knock him down, to topple the greatest of heroes and harm him. In truth it was more like a push in what it had achieved, but it was no less an impressive and yet self-ruining blow.

With a crash that left an imprint of Ruler on the ground, his body treating the streets like snow for all the resistance it held against him. The greatest hero fell.

He looked up at the young man, at Lancer who seemed to stand taller than before, even as he shook from his wounds and condition, barely able to stand. His mangled arms healed, and yet Hercules could see traces of where his ruptured arms had threatened to rip through his arm as slight traces in the red-metal.

He was quite truthfully… confused.

Ah, there was indeed a tragedy occurring. Yet even in standing against the hero as an obstacle to salvation there was a blessed youth who did something that seemed impossible. A lamentable thing to see such a miracle happen for such a cause.

It was beneath him to be dazed. But there was a moment of confusion, of surprise. How did that happen?

How did this young boy strike him down like that?

For a moment, for one moment where the world seemed to pause for any who were watching, Hercules laid down and pondered.

But then the reality of the situation sunk back in. In time much less than a whole second Hercules sprung into action. Magical energy collected and the keen hand of Hercules rained down like the heads of dragons. His fists slammed into the already torn apart ground, creating a hole, a cavern. Even in a time like this his instinct was to protect. Both for the sake of his neutral position as a administrator of the grail war, and as a hero. To protect children was something he dearly desired.

He grabbed Lancer and together the two fell into the ground. His body was a shield, and hidden from the full-brunt of that world they would survive.

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@dosthou @Sageage

Interlude III

[Remains of Tragedy / Reparation for victory (2)]

Ruler ?

Burning Miyama Town

Even with experience and great battles many heroes would not have been able to respond to Lancer’s advance in such a manner. In this battlefield where Lancer was covered in great blessings and given greater power there were few even in this war that could match his strength blow for blow as a hero.

But the charge of the spear even in the midst of the black flames, ashes and smokes that would have been a threatening blow, that rose above the rank of A in power was repelled. More than repelled, Ruler twisting his body for a powerful swing that dispersed the clouds. It was as if where Ruler stood nothing could encroach. Not even these curses, not even this suffering. If anything his presence advanced into it with each moment of the fight.

But it was not as if his swing was to allow him to see. To begin with he intercepted Percival’s blow and overwhelmed it. The youth found his charge completely stopped, pushed back. Without much time to recover and prepare for his counter attack, Ruler’s ax was already in motion, crossing the distance between them in an instance.

Faster, stronger. It was not just supreme ability that drove Ruler’s overwhelming presence and the pressure that pushed beyond the horrors of the flames, of disaster. It was his radiant pride and glow as a hero.

Faster, stronger. There were people in need beyond this servant. There was a frenzy to him, a controlled frenzy that built up. Each strike was deliberate, each blow flowing into each other. For blows of such great power to seem graceful, for them to weave together in the design of a warrior was an awe-inducing sight.

It was natural for even heroes to be impressed.

Why?

Because he (Ruler) was the greatest of heroes.

His cursed body of steel was something that could defeat most servants by its lonesome. In the class that sealed his mind in madness he was still the one who would stand at the top of such a ritual.

But it was him, the hero, the one who quelled calamities, who slew monsters and overcame impossibilities again and again. To that which was considered impossible even to the heroes who conquered the limits of humanity he was a higher ranked existence.

He was the greatest hero of the world.

Hercules.

And that’s why this knight would not keep him from those who needed saving.

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@dosthou @Sageage

Interlude III

[Remains of Tragedy / Reparation for victory (1)]

Ruler ?

Burning Miyama Town

The trouble in Miyama was something that could not be ignored. The threat to the ritual could not be ignored. The role of a Ruler, his role in this war was the preservation of the authority of the grail, to protect the ritual.

As such the fire was something that he could not allow to spread or continue burning.

As a hero his role was that of one who saved people, who conquered monsters and vanquished evils. Calamities beyond mankind’s ability to overcome, forces that were far beyond human limits.

This was an absolute terror and evil visited upon the world and people, a great calamity visited upon the people of Miyama town, no, Fuyuki City. People burned, houses were being swept up by the flames. The battling servants only added to its strength and their continued disputes and battles only threatened to make things worse.

So he had to act, and put a stop to it. It was not only a matter of duty, It was a need, a call that he had to answer. A hero could not look upon such injustice and not act. A hero could not see such horror and remain unmoved.

So that is why he could not let a servant stand before him, nor would not. This fight was different from the one with that Caster. While the Lancer before him was a participant that Ruler should avoid fighting, the fact remained that the highest priority was the sanctity and safety of the Holy Grail War. It was not a battle that he should have, but it was a battle that he would earnestly fight. The Lancer had become an obstruction to Ruler. Just like that Caster. Yet the transgression that Lancer was committing was far greater.

From his satchel came a weapon, a great golden axe the size of many normal men. His cursed body hefted it with ease and his great power before he burst into a charge that left the winds screeching in torture. With godly speed the axe fell upon Lancer, and as a natural result the blow that would shake the foundations of the entire district sent the young boy flying. The power from the strike rippled out into their surroundings, and what was in their near vicinity that was not shredded into bits was sent high into the air like the star-like bolts that had marked the beginning of the war.

In a sense they were what declared the beginning of a new conflict, and resolution. That this was a incident that would be seen to personally by him.

Yet…

There was a sliver of surprise that flickered through Ruler’s mind. It was not enough to make him halt or hesitate, and he charged in again, following the wake of the blow. That strike had surely hit, yet it was met with a force practically equal. That was far from the strength that had been attributed by the servant. Yet that the blow had matched his own was an undeniable truth.

The flames licked at Ruler’s body, yet did not even leave a single burn, not even the slightest hint that would be a small bother like the bite of a insect. Let alone what the great scorching flames that burned even the soul would surely bring.

It was not that his body resisted these flames. It was simply that these flames could not burn him at all.

An unfortunate consequence came from this as the curse of Ruler’s body was leeched, bound to the flames as a divine mystery now spread into it.

But Ruler stood unharmed, even as he moved further into the flaming town.

Ah, so that was it. That armor, that servant. In this fire, in the midst of this tragedy it now made sense how he could stand against him. Yet that did not change anything. But perhaps now this child could give him a small amount of enjoyment in battle.

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As Alice said, yep!