Yukitamas

Fate/Profane Covenant

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.

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.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

From the car, Jason stared at the four armed inhuman and just sighed. “See Master, this is why I told you we should have sneaked instead. Now we wasted the element of surprise.” If it was up to him, Rider would have avoided all signs of trouble and just sneaked to the enemy base. But his master had to be a kid and want some action.

Oh well, great deeds are indeed the measure of a hero.

If he had to be honest that way his master acted, both helping and hindering at different times- that reminded him of someone. His relationship with her had many turns, but even now he could admit that he wouldn’t have been a hero without her. That was why he placed a hand on the dark coat of his master and concentrated.

In that moment, bitter memories returned. Of sweet dreams, cunning tricks and ruined endings- in the end both had been bad to each other. But that was why he still had to remember her; to not repeat those mistakes again. “That’s why Master, for the rest of this night you shall be the Witch. Be cunning, be bold, and above all- win.”

Having someone play her role reassured him, now if only he had his best friend too it would be like old times, or at least as close as it would get these days.

Leaping out of the vehicle, Rider of Black addressed the foreign hybrids, “Leave? After what you did to my future subjects? I would be a poor hero if I did that. No, we end this tonight, so bring out your servant and let’s end this.” In a flash, the mast of his ship appeared in his hands not bigger than any spear. Standing tall like a pole, the sail flowed proudly in the air, reminding all who could see of the pride of the Argonauts and their captain.

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The witch? a witch indeed. The man who witnesses and does terrible things while knowing the path that they walk so a hero could shine greater. A magic user who looks forward to the demise and collapse of glory. To say that he was in the role of the watch was not one he would dismiss.

Well, if he was told to live up to the expectations of filling in for the great witch it'd be rather difficult, but that wasn't a slight against himself or a matter of a lack of confidence. But as that burden, that role was pressed upon him he could only smile. The magical energy he drew from the land was almost intoxicating despite the pain as his circuits rotated and heated up in a way that he never would have achieved on his own. A technique to draw energy, and various ideas. He was not granted a new channel, nor did he inherit a path or knowledge. It was more like he was tracing another's work and yet...

"Μαρδοξ" The word twisted the air and the magical energy that was laced in it soon took form as a glass-like film that spread out from the mast of Rider. A bubble hardly ephemeral. It was a space that both defended and consecrated, washing away attacks as though it were but seafoam in comparison breaking against the bow. A space of glory, a space of heroes and adventure.

Yes, it was a spell that borrowed the concept of, and in this case, married with the presence of that legendary ship.

As he took his blade in hand and spoke more words of power, and messed with magical formula to improve and set upon his own gear further enchantment he looked and saw. The future, his actions, the outcomes, and the curse that he formed.

"Targets for extermination, Machia"
He saw the flow of mana, and he could meddle with the leylines even better than he could have ever thought was possible even with the eyes he had. The conditions were set, and the battlefield became the curse of extermination. The resonance with the Actor's role, the classification of the enemy...

Swiftly he cursed their enemies as he slipped out of the car. Oh you oni, you barbaric foreigners. Thy role is to be hunted down, destroyed as enemies of civilization.

The Actor rushed forth, his face shifting, his stance and pose focusing into that of clearly practiced muscle. Glory and radiance akin to that of a hero eminated from him as his fists flew out-

Ah, this was indeed the mighty hero, even as a mimicking shade of it... Theseus. A man who wrestled the great boars and minotaur into submission. Against him no monster could stand. A man who with his friend enacted genocide, Centauromachia.

While he...

The witch of treachery who would bring forth painful death unseen.

The clash in battle, the dead who fell, and his own wound even augmented in wrestling with such powerful foes in getting a strike that laid him low not in body, but spirit.

He saw that future, it was recorded in the writings.

Synchronization of events commencing.

His hand twisted into an inhuman shape. Of course he felt the pain, but it was no matter to him, it was simply the function of his arm after all.

He grabbed the bubble he saw.

The trading of blows, plunging his blade into the breast of a half-blood, searing away his mind even as he staggered from a not fatal but serious blow.

The future seen was recorded as an event that occurred. Cause was muddled, skipped as the Avesta wrote and copied, teaching the land and world what had already happened in his eyes, in the future.

The curse placed itself upon his target.

Blood gushed out, and his mind was seared. He was after all struck down by the blade.

Yet they had not clashed yet, they have not yet fought.

But that's not true is it? In that bubble it was what happened after all.

One done, three more to go. Borrowing another technique of the witch he blurred his presence with a veil of magical energy andcovered himself, becoming a ghostly shadow before splitting into two. Duplicates, fakes, blurred and obscured.

But what would come of their servant? and how far would he be pushed with these borrowed abilities? Best to keep it light for now.

Trusting in Assassin, Lancer engaged the enemies. Just as they wove between trees, his strikes speared out with enough of a ferocity that it seemed like the woods were coming alive to punish them for their intrusion. He was not the fastest of the Knights of the Spear, but still as a servant he could hunt them down. He was not one to spend his time too idly, driven by a fervor that bordered onto mania.

It was no different from last time, although it was in his opinion a more palatable situation for them to deal with. Perhaps this time it would continue without a strange and sudden end as well?

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

Unfortunately he knew it would be rather boring to go to these villages and treat normal people. Especially with how they weren't willing to take care of their brewing plague. He could see the future after all. Although, the future was vague, and splintered in bubbles rather than a true path that dictated the future. Still, it was much too boring Well, he thought it was all silly to begin with, and he had what came close to a laugh with the other predictor of the future over it.

Well, he considered it a giggle shared between them anyway.

Really.

At this point this was just a plain normal and idyllic country-side rroad trip. Now mind, the annoyance of his servant by the demon, and his attitude in general was very amusing. If he had to choose a roadtrip he'd choose them as companions. Although some fresh meat, and the little Atlas girl would have made it more fun too.

Hmm? walking? why would they walk when they could take proper transportation? A car wasn't all that difficult to get for a magus after all, and he was interested in seeing the riding skill in action even at a low level.

"It's been hours since we've crossed that unofficial border. Are they really so lax that they won't send a committee to greet us? At this point I may as well make a flare to announce our presence. In fact I think I shall do that."
A flagrant provocation.

Now do come and send something worth our time.

The announcement of a victor shone in the sky of the Territory of the Purple Team.

The disappearance of the harlot empress, and the sinful that have yet to be punished was rather troubling. Not because he was plummeting towards the ground. That didn't matter at all. "he impact soaked into his feet and rushed through his body. But physical damage and energy without mystery or magical energy had no effect on a existence like a servant that existed as a high grade mystery. What broke was the ground instead as Lancer cratered the ground and ended up buried to his knees. With the leisure of a man finishing a work out he climbed out and stretched, all the while the magical energy that was supplying him slowly healed his wounds. He had taken his fair licks, and it seems like Assassin had gone through some pain. But they would heal in due time and if they continued their advance they'd likely be in fighting shape by the time that they came to another encounter.

Mph, really this was a bit disappointing.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

Rider and Assassin of Purple

Before Judah can land a hit on Rider of Purple, the boat tilted sharply to the left, hopefully enough to cause the Black Servants to lose their footing... Although the Vampires and Oni Mixed-Bloods were caught off-guard as well, almost falling off the ship. Assassin of Purple, however, kept her poise despite the tilt, and gave a small yawn as the ship righted itself a second later. She then looked at her Black Team counterpart, then the Lancer of Black, before saying her next words with deliberate arrogance and condescension.

"Huh, it seems you won't just fall over and die for us," she taunted, "Well, you ocean devils - No offense, Purple Rider - Have made a grave mistake in fighting a captain on his own ship! Valiant soldiers of the Imperial Army," she addressed the remaining Vampires and Oni Mixed-Bloods, "Charge! Sell your lives for your Soveriegn!"

The Purple Team troops charged with renewed abandon, with the Oni Mixed-Bloods losing themselves to their 'Inversion Impulse', granting them increased strength, control over fire, and telekinesis, the latter which was used to try and fling Lancer and Assassin of Black off the decks. Each Vampire and Oni Mixed-Blood can take up to three blows from a Servant before dying, and if they hit, it would be enough to make a Servant feel pain. And there were nineteen (now eighteen) Vampires and ninteen Oni Mixed-Bloods to face the two Servants. So Assassin of Purple hoped that once all of those had been eliminated, that the two Black Team Servants would at least be winded.

Nevertheless, if by some unfortunate chance, Assassin and Lancer of Black were unscathed... That would not alter their next moves. Once the ship's crew had fallen, Assassin of Purple would look at her Black counterpart and say, "It's TIME for punishment - Manual of Accusation!"

Judah would then find himself falling, falling downwards into a black pit, filled with toxic, acidic poison at the bottom, poison which could overcome even the extraordinary resilience of a Servant. To all outside, however, it all seemed as though he disappeared for a second, sinking into a deep dark hole, before being spat out, hopefully damaged.

As for Lancer of Black, he'd find Rider of Purple tipping over the ship once again, no, not tipping, it was actually doing a barrel roll!

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Blood Moon Dance

The bloody haze that they whipped each other into left the boat filled with a haze of slaughter. It was barbaric, it was inhuman... ah yes, it was much easier and better than slaying men by the thousands.

Of course, they were more dangerous enemies. The way one vampire faded into nothingness as he slammed a clawed gauntlet towards his face. The way a lithe lady, looking no less delicate than his niece, Elizabeth... although quite a bit less thirsty really. Locked his arm and dug her nails into his elbow's crook.

Ah, the pain bloomed, the pain bloomed indeed! "Ah, is this a pale moon-night dance?" he asked of her.

"Yes, of course, do you not know? It is always a ball, a party. The moment the fun ends my reason stops as well."

"Then what you seek is not victory, nor defeat, but a dance is it?" he asked of her before twirling the spear in his hand, slamming its shaft into her piercing arm with a speed that exceeded sound, shattering it into bloody gore and pale ivory splinters, all echoing out with the sickly sound of bone shattering and accentuated by... her moan.

"It is droll! To wait for new playmates, to engage with the games with naught but the pawns being exchanged for centuries and centuries. To wait for a talented new upstart that can shift the balance is to wait for a miracle and wish... Is it not better to fight those who have one then?" she asked as she retreated, the arm that disappeared from her body remanifesting, knitting itself together with a reversal of time.

Lancer grinned.

"The dance that simply dances by itself, to end it is to stop being a dancer. If you are no dancer then you are no longer a lady of the night indeed. Then I shall bring the Guignol to the ballroom!"

A laughing aristocratic man lashed out with a blade surrounded by a dozen shackled souls, twelve eyes vibrating and layering their curse upon the man they were made to look upon and hate.

He was no monster in blood, but he held their abilities, their repute and in a way their existence. A man like a vampire who stood against true bloodsuckers.

The blood that flowed from his arm froze in the air before being flung away to paint the side of the captain's deck from the sheer force of Lancer's burst of movement forward. He slammed his spear into the cursed blade while fending off the strikes of an oni with his free hand.

A mana burst that brought a power on the level of a servant, but an ability and body that could not quite match Lancer, the seasoned blood-soaked knight that he was. A heart caving fist, the circuit burning curse that momentarily brought a pressure to him before he slammed his spear through the vampire's heart and pushed the swordsman through the floor of the ship, hard enough to impale him in its innards.

"I had known him for two centuries. A paltry amount of time. Yet he had never thrilled me as much as you do now!" the lady-beast cackled as Lancer twirled his spear to cut through a volley of ice darts fired at him. He had the skill, Magic Resistance, but he continued to block the spells that would have been mitigated to only a slight amount of damage so long as he had the luxury as he was swamped in this melee.

Ah, the rush of magical energy, the flood of mystery as a legend was reenacted. It was enough to distract and bring surprise to all the enemies that could be aptly called in a sense... fodder, for at least a moment. Assassin disappeared, and yet Lancer did not despair.

"Oh, are you not worried?"

"I ask that of you, lady. As your allies fall to their second sleep... or first in those who were born monsters. But no, you have your eyes only on reflecting the insanity of the moon! I see only the insanity of steel, and of men who profess to love and do not! Likewise, you do not fight for the reasons of your allies, you fight only for your dance!"

Their dance truly began. The vampire who took to giggle weaved through the blows of Vlad, devoting herself solely to defense. Perhaps to the chargrin of her allies as she ended up taking away one of the vectors of attack without providing one herself. The way she weaved into their space, it was like she was trying to get them involved... in fact she very much was.

Yet that did not mean lancer did not attack her at all, even if some other warriors may consider it a "waste" and that he should have focused and dealt with the other warriors. He was chosen as a dance partner, and he was Lord of Wallachia, the Shield of Christendom. How could he let a lady down even if she was so twisted that she burned without love, burned solely so she could find a reason to burn.

She was a longer just like him then. He could not be enflamed the same way by her as a woman who truly discovered their love and stood against the world, even if they were to waste away, or even take monstrous actions. Of course she was no human too which was a minus.

But yes, it was a bit like his cute niece at least.

Armor cracked from inhuman blows, blood flowed from where chunks burst from his body from overcharged explosions of energy from oni. But where they were able to strike him, he slayed them. He created spear after spear, showing his ability to not be tied to simply one spear as he left them all impaled.

Even a stubborn vampire who would not stop with his brain destroyed, his heart imploded, and his limbs scattered was made to kneel by the sheer amount of stake-like spears that impaled him. Dozens of weapons affixing and bending his body.

The battle became rather nasty for Lancer as well when Assassin disappeared as he had to deal with those that remained. But they were finished and only three remained.

A lady who stood upon one leg as her other one was still restoring from being dashed into mincemeat and dust, while her chipped nails that gave way to superior strength failed to prevent her arm from being split in half, and her torso carved away with a quarter chunk stolen.

"My... "
She gasped out in a chortle as though she were told an amusing joke, instead of being chopped up to her final death.

"You are quite intoxicating, knight."

"And you are hungry indeed."

"I do not like that you have eyes for another lady however."

"Ah, you noticed. Then I shall give you a parting gift for the night before I continue onto business!"

They rushed at each other. Lancer's arm wound back, eye confirming the location of the Assassin that had done who knows what to his ally.

The vampire pounced forth, a bloody deluge and a ruined body flung at the servant in a embrace of death.

The two met, but not with fist or blade.

Blood rushed out of Lancer's mouth... not from his wound, but that of hers as he dug his fangs and teeth into her shoulder. Her own fangs in turn ripped the side of her neck like a lovers... yes, kiss.

The spear flew towards Assassin as he entertained the lady for a moment before finally flinging her to the side.

Surprised as she was, she could only giggle and cackle as she disappeared off the side of the boat. "We shall dance again then! I shall bring my attire and proper decorations for such an occasion!" came her voice where she once was... along with the shriek of one of the half-bloods that apparently did not perish from his wound sustained in battle that also flung him off the boat. Instead he had managed to dig his nails into the boat and cling... Well, until his ally ripped him off and drained him as an in-flight snack. What hit the ground was a dainty elegant lady, restored, and a dry corpse.

Lancer in turn created another spear before slamming his foot into the ground to launch himself at the Assassin. His steel flashed, batting the splinters that erupted from his jump at her as a projectile

"The sinful must taste their own pain do you not know?" He rained down with his blows, his punishment and return gift for the Noble Phantasm. "It seems your noble phantasm is of that shape and form, then you yourself must know that you too must share in that as well!"

@HiddenBlue @Sakaki Chizuru @Unoedipal

Cheesy Interlude. Birth of a New Star?!

"Curious that they are revealing the abilities of one of their servants, even if it is Assassin is it not? I suppose they wish to try and make us fearful of being able to fight them even without their Knight Class Servants. Indeed, it seems that it is a bit of a struggle but... certainly not hopeless."

The man chuckled as he did his work. Despite his regrets, Rider was quite good at rounding up people and helping him deal with the natives. To deal with their ailments, and to burn away... ahem, metaphorically (and in a few cases not so metaphorically while no one was able to notice of course) the threat and illness that was threatening to spill wasn't very difficult. Especially as coordinating with the one he sometimes called and talked to as much as Rider. It was a trivial effort to figure out which cases to treat first. How to snip the potential spread.

No doubt the Faction of Purple utilized a charm spell, or a sort of charisma skill to convince the villagers to take these gifts... Still, it was a sort of strange sense of humor. Not that he didn't find it funny.

"Rider, what do you think, looking upon the modern people of what was once your land? Do you find them interesting? pitiful? or are they the same as always. The coward in the background, the Greek Choir in a play. To care for the people is the role of a hero, but the people is just the people until they rise up to become a person as well. I'm afraid no one here is very entertaining... they simply live their lives, not swimming against a river, nor awash with blessings. Yes, there is nothing to stir or change here with fortune or misfortune. Well, I suppose Purple has given them some sort of misfortune that we are now correcting. After all, it'd make our dear-" he raised his phone to his face "-Hearthrob happy, to help them."

He lowered the phone as he turned towards a new presence that he knew was coming. Well, not just because of his eyes but-

"Speaking of helping, our help has arrived."

"I've picked up the samples, and I am now here to deal with the ailments. Where are the sick. Do make sure they know their position, and the gravity of their situation in a way that does not encourage abnormal reactions of stress and distress. Orderly reactions and conduct as befitting their place as patients is important after all..."

"Ah, you've arrived."

It was a familiar face, one who was famed, and well known through the world. The doctor that defied death "Medicine will be advanced more with the sample I collected you know. All we are doing in these villages is staving the spread of something that has long failed to be a problem. Even mundane doctors of this era would be able to handle this... They are far inferior in skill and understanding, but this is a matter a child could deal with."

Asclepius, the doctor of the Argo, Paean, he whose corpus laid within Ophiuchus.

"...Heh, or so he would say no? Oh dear sister, oh dear captain!"
The doctor twisted, his visage twisting and wobbling as it changed into someone else's face.

...Or something...

"HOHOHO, Do you not enjoy my ability? my one and greatest talent! that is... to fill the stage and become all the stars within the sea of the sky. Call me Aether Dodona. But I am simply the Argonautica's Theater. I am not sure if my father has told you of me, but consider me a sister to your dear vessel. She requires a crew does she not? and it is the role of family to fulfill that! Well, I was made with that catalyst that brought you to this world you know..."

"Ah, you've arrived. Please, help us with our duties before we return to deliver the samples of the dead vampires and half-blood you salvaged from the battle with Purple to dear Heartthrob."

"Antonio has come as well, father."

"Oh, quite good. It has been tiring and hungry travel really. Are you hungry Rider? not in a physiological way of course, but would you enjoy some cheese too?"

He then finally took his phone again to return to his first conversation.

"A few corpses and pieces were able to be collected. They'll last long enough until you have a chance to take a look at them, dear. Is there anything else you'd like me to pick up from the corner supermarket?" Heckling her as though this were a normal piece of everyday life... Ah yes, it was fun indeed. For the man who hardly looked at anything normal, this mockery and dance of the normal was quite special indeed.

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First Blood

He flew, flew as fast as an arrow, piercing the sky like a bullet holding the speed that was worthy of being the Knight of the Spear.

"Bray, oh bray. You shall be the coin to pay the way, and the blood that fills the rivers of hell!"

He scrapped against the side of the boat, grunting out as he bumped into it a bit inelegantly. His low agility parameter meant that he was not as dextrous as one would have hoped... Perhaps another Lancer would have made a well curved arc, or twist like an arrow to pierce into one of the vampires at the side to take their lives.

Instead he kicked ahead and launched himself a second time. For a moment he shone under the light of the heavens, casting the host of the flying ship in his shadow. His white mane fluttered with his tattered cape and he descended like a brutal meteor.

A landing that pierced into a vampire, slamming a stake through his entire body down the middle.

Would he die from this he wondered? He too held some vampiric traits, but these were true monsters rejected by God. If he wouldn't... well.

He flung him off the boat while bringing forth a new spear with his other hand.

He'd hope he was soon enough, surely.

"Lancer of Black. Now scream out that it hurts. Your screams shall be your penance and your death your judgement!"

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@HiddenBlue @Sakaki Chizuru

Bzzt..

Bzzt...

Bzzt...

The device that was perhaps the symbol of the modern age, of easily proliferated information and communication. The mobile phone, shook and rang, letting out its cry and alert in service to its owner.

She certainly didn't need to look to know who it was from, nor he to hear the sudden interruption of the inquistive, almost forceful ringing that violated the quiet that was in one of the workshops of the Black Tree's land.

"Good moooorning-" came the strangely cheery voice of the other middle-easterner among their camp. The Persian cursemaker "-Heartthrob~" Ah there came the incessant nickname he had picked for her. It was something he had called her before they even had a chance to exchange names.

For better or worse, even before they were chosen as masters (an inevitability both of them knew clearly...) he had managed to, make himself memorable compared to the scores of magi Yggdmillenia, and sometimes he called to annoy her.

Although in this case he knew that she'd pick up. She knew he'd call.

It was very convenient. He could annoy her before he even did anything at all. Truly, there was no one else to wet his appetite like her around. Well, perhaps there would be in this war, facing down both Purple and Red... but he wouldn't raise his hopes too much. Plus they'd have to compete with the "familiarity" he was starting to grow after all.

In any case...

"Do you know what the morning bird sings so vibrantly, and annoys modern man with its symphony even as they desire a respite from their disorganized and unnatural ways? It's quite simple really. In any case, it does well to hear fresh news doesn't it? I'm sure you would prefer the usual transference of information but I shall tell you this directly with my voice as well."

He didn't need to look up at the sky for one of the mirrors rotating in his eyes to reflect the heavens and the ship sailing through it. Instead he looked over to Rider and raised his finger in a wagging motion, urging him to wait for him to finish his business.

"It seems that they've discovered my intrusion, although they seem more focused on our dear lord's servant... So I'm afraid that I'll slip away from this boring matter. Although I'll be aware enough of it nonetheless, as will you of course soon enough. It appears they are doing something quite naughty however. It isn't any of my concern, but it might effect some of the locals who do not have a proper fortune or providence. They're working with something quite old fashioned and yet normal... Smallpox seeded in the villages apparently, how quaint, no? Heartthrob?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh and began to march forth again, away from the inevitable conflict while beckoning Rider to follow.

"Still, if you would like I could go to some of the villages that would be a starting nexus point and vector, burn away the impurities and overturn the destiny of those wrapped up in their little game. Still, Smallpox, I'm sure that is a clue for you to utilize my dear. The first puzzle piece. Do you think it is something of one of their colleagues and a hobby, or is it an interest of one of their servants?"

Speaking of servants.. He slightly lifted the phone away from his face.

"Rider, I do not think there is much worth in us sticking around. But if you really do wish..."
he suddenly leaned backwards, bending his back and hanging in a L shape above the ground.

"I do not mind if you add to this show, as long as of course you do not reveal much about yourself, or get all that hurt. But I doubt I need to ask that of you. I'd rather the actor (demon) not take the stage yet either. So you'll fight by yourself... or your allies.

Either that or we can find a more proper stage for your debut."

@SSW

Ah blood, blood.. The need for blood. No it was not a need but a duty was it? A duty overwhelming, shackling and yet loving. His responsibility was to the land, his responsibility was to the lord. Such things must be slain, and erased.

He looked towards Assassin who he understood as a holy man as recognized by the Lord.

"You know what we must do, correct? Nay, what we are blessed to be able to do of course. To be able to indulge in the task is what separates man from beast perhaps, and yet staring up I do not see many men, nor beast. Having lost the love of a man, having lost the truth of a beast... what lies is something sad isn't it?"

His spear pointed up towards that boat.

"I understand they mean to spread a plague, but that matters not. What matters is that they have exposed themselves out of their fortress, and they may be struck down as invaders in their own land. Hah!" He barked out in amusement before kneeling down. "As an Assassin you may of course arrive to their flying ship in safety in astral form but... If I may ask your hand to arrive there in a timely fashion with your blessing."

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Pull my Demon Trigger

ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Yamadiya Amanigus:

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

I dunno probably Black

ʀᴀɴᴋ

Fes

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

>Observant
>Amused
>Outward
>Curious

ᴡɪꜱʜ

A person born with the sight, and more importantly, the viewpoint that not only came as a result of said sight, but embraced it, of one who would stand between worlds.

In other words, a man born as a magus.

Perhaps his first curiosity was to see if he would challenge the order laid within his own life. His own status as a magus, his own responsibilities and authorities that he would come to inherit.

Perhaps in another world he would have.

But he saw beauty in the way of life, and more importantly.. Fun. To go against what was expected of him was not something that aligned with his desires. So he became the heir of the Amanigus, and rose to become one of their greater heads. Everything came so naturally after all.

Of course he was more aggressive than most of his family in utilizing, and strengthening the claws to the Root. He relished in it even, excessively so.

A man who simply pursues what he desires, while also interested in the goals and desires of others. It’s not a surprise he ended up attracted to the Holy Grail War then.

Outsider that he was, he had no loyalty or ties to the Western Association. It was only natural then that he’d offer his services to the organization that stood separately, that he could enter as a partner.

His wish? To advance his craft and reach the Root of course.

But if he had to pick another one, it would be to challenge all sorts of possibilities...

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴀʟ

ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

The feeling of pushing one’s hand out through a bubble without it breaking.

Qᴜᴀɴᴛɪᴛʏ

D

Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

A

ᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ

Air & Fire

ᴍᴀɢᴇᴄʀᴀꜰᴛ

Middle Eastern Curses:

An expert on curses, a given considering his focus and ability as a demon master.

Primarily based on the Zoroastrianism Cultured Sphere. But general Middle Eastern theory and formulas are incorporated as part of his knowledge and ability as well.

The focus and expertise is primarily in Blessings and Curses that enforce a proper course of action and consequence. The layering of a effect that will reward or punish that which strays into the place of the cause.

Bounded Fields:

As an aside, combining the Avesta and his knowledge and eyes, he’s rather good at setting up boundaries. It’s not a surprise is it? To understand the world means one can separate and divide it up into parts.

Seven Reflection. Heavenly Ring

A special eye that sees the future and through realms and boundaries. Originally a simple eye of clairvoyance and observation, it’s power and meaning was enhanced through the placement of six magical mirrors. Rather than something to increase the power of the mystic eye itself it is a placement that increases its coverage and turns its concept into that of the Jam-eJam, the omniscient scrying cup of Jamshid.

Seven rings observe the seven heavens and witness creation.

In other words, it is a form of clairvoyance possessed from birth, further augmented and altered with addition, adjustment and meaning-impartment.

Seeing the future, being able to understand things, and having non-standard eyesight.

Tawrich and Hordad (Demon Limbs)

The two demons and the great works that have been passed down through the Amanigus. In a sense, they are the mystery and means to pass down the status and ability of being the family’s heir. No lesser than any Magic Crest of the western magic world’s doctrine.

Rather than being independent demons given names, they are demons modeled in form and given the status of the Deva and Amesha from Zoroastrianism.

In other words he refers to them, like his family has, via their purpose. The Deva and Amesha representing destruction and wholeness. Their true forms are the ultimate of beasts if released. An angel that grasps for the future and a demonic beast whose claws rend the destined conclusion.

Hordad born from the desire to bring forth the future, and Tawrich born from the desire to defy order. Both are born of their relation to the Avesta (order), being two wishes (curses) in response to order and the future.

Hordad that pulls the future and conclusion of things to the present, bringing an end of what lies among the path. One could say it is a guaranteer and guardian of the future, and carries an attribute of reinforcement that elevates curses.

However it’s true potential lies in synchronization with the Unlimited Rulebook. The records written are treated as facts that have already occurred, only in the future. Bringing forth the result is only easy, it’s simply reminding the world and others of the script after all.

Bringing forth the result even without the process carried out. It is both a sublime curse and the epitome of order.

Tawrich the beast is one that thrashes against the shackles of order. Taking stock of the future recorded and seen, grasping in its claws that which is understood. It crushes order and carves a new path within chaos.

The possibility narrowed from many by eye and record to one is cleaved through. What should be will not, and the curse of the future is overthrown with a curse of chaos.

Tawrich is a demon of ruin that reaps anything in its path, but most of all it is a reaper of order, and absolutes.

In other words it is a demon that could be said to be a counter curse.

It goes without saying that it serves well as a defense from other curses, and serves as a fine counter-curse system.

ᴄʀᴇꜱᴛ

Imagine having a crest.

N/A

ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ cᴏᴅᴇ

Unlimited Rulebook.: The Final (Resulting) Record of Creation

An automatic phenomena recording mystic code. Even more the heart of the family magecraft and path than the demon limbs. It is the scribed down Avesta created by his ancestors long ago transformed.

Synchronized with the world and Yamadiya himself, it records the world through the world’s view and memories, and the eyes that see the world. Of course, this means its records also extend to the future as foreseen by his eyes.

Events that will happen, events that have happened. Of course there is a difference between those two categories, any normal person would tell you that.

But would Yamadiya say so?

It is also the means that his family passes down magical knowledge The records of previous members and their magic present in the book which is transferred by the synchronization with it.

Daena Goggles:

A set of goggles made of three lenses. A means to both hide the Seven Reflections, and also enhance his purview and sight. It is a means to “observe”, with the three lenses made to align with heaven, hell and earth.

The goggles help process information and data of the environment, the flow of leylines and allow for the evaluation of “Daena”. One could say it is similar to a detect alignment spell in a certain game.

One’s Farr(Glory) and Daena (self-judgement and worth) are judged and evaluated, also bringing forth an understanding of one’s Force of Providence.

Useful for understanding if certain countermeasures and purification methods might be useful against a target.

The flow of the planet, the flow of the heavens and mantles.

Do you not see the spinning of the world?

How do you weave your worth in all that?

Agiaries Lamp:

The Blade (Lamp) passed down the family.

While said to be a sword, it’s more like a casing for the fire of purity born from an ember from one of the temples.

Hosting an ages old flame burning as the heart, protected from taint and the outside world by the blade. The steel is warm to the touch, and light radiates through it when activated as a mystic code.

What scorches those who are cut by it is not the flame, but rather the light that radiates from the flames. A spiritual attack that burns with the light of purity. it is in the end a good spooky sword that does spiritual damage along with normal weapon damage, and corrective damage against chaotic (out of order) beings.

Just as one likens Ahura Mazda to the Sun and the glory and goodness that radiates from him as sunlight. So too does the mystery and purity of this blade strike true without any contact with the flame.

Of course it’s a symbolic ritual tool, and an aide for magecraft as well.

Dog-hide Toe-boots:

A simple mystic code that is made from the treated hide of a dog and companion. A beast treated with the same status and respect as owed to a human. In other words, the boots of the dog substitute for the presence of another person. In rituals that require multiple people they can substitute and stand-in for members and lack of numbers.

In this case their purpose is three-fold.

A dexterous pair of boots that aid in agility. A pair of boots that help substitute in formulas for spell casting and ritual casting for a second person, and finally the "substitution" of what Yamadiya lacks in a human sense, his arms.

When his demons are sent forth his feet become his new "hands" so to speak.

Non-magical skills

can you give me a... foot?: Turns out he's pretty good at doing things with his feet. Whether it's drawing magical circles, handling a few tools, or moving around to chase after his visions..

Well, when one has to live with the possibility of sending out their arms it's an important skill to have just in case.

Even his ability to defend himself is on par with his ability if he were to use his arms without their demonic abilities.

Swordfighting:

While not on the level of a Knight of the Church, his ability with a blade is one that is skilled enough to hold his own against the dangers of the magical world.

Added with his future sight and understanding, he one of those who overcome a difference in skill and power with special abilities and insight.

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Lancer of Black

DRIVE THEM FORTH, LAY THEM LOW FOR THE CROWS TO FEAST UPON. Spill blood... yes... blood and terror! See them break, see them run in terror, weak in faith and waylaid from truth.

Break those infidels and leave them impaled!

...Ah... to think such greed and impropriety festered in Wallachia as well.

Oh Lord, where then... may a true honest man lie. Tell me I ask, abandoned and alone...

Vlad III

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Black

ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ

Man

Alignment

Lawful Good

ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

- Depiction in history
Vlad III, ruler of Wallachia who truly existed in the 15th century.
He was the hero that hold on to Wallachia's independence against the imminent threat of the Turks. He is also known as the shield of Christianity.
For the sake of protecting Wallachia to the very end against the Turkish army, he is known for his severe conduct, such as bringing to justice the nobles who had ruined his domain and sentencing to death by impalement the twenty thousand Turkish enemy soldiers. Those are undeniably acts with the intention to protect his country, but due to its excessive brutality, he would later be be made as the model of the novelist Bram Stoker's horror novel "Dracula".
To begin with, Dracula was a title he had appointed for himself, meaning "son of dragon".
His father, Vlad II was a knight of the Order of the Dragon belonging to the Holy ROman Empire, and it is the origin of his self appointed title of Dracul.
Count Vlad believes in the love for the Lord and amends injustice as his duty as a noble demands it. However, the feudal lords wallowing in the wealth of the privileged class dislike his honorable poverty, and so the military man who had protected Christianity fell by the hands of machination.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

>Bloody
>Lawful
>Crazed
>Vampiric
>Knight of God
>A Lonely Seeker
>A Quest for Godly Love

ᴡɪꜱʜ

Not a large amount of interest. It is a fake after all, and hardly godly. However if he were to claim it and be pressed for a wish...

Indeed, he would love to see something... beautiful.

ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ

STR: B
CON: A
AGI: E
MGI: A
LCK: D
NP: C

ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Magic Resistance: C
Invalidate magic with chant 2 verses or less.
Unable to defend against large scale magic such as Great Thaumaturgy and Ritual Spells.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Battle Continuation: A.

Gives one the strength and vitality to escape from even the most dire of situations. It also gives one the ability to successfully retreated to allied territory if defeated.

Protection of Faith: A+++
A skill possessed only by those who have sacrificed themselves to a single religious view.
It is called a protection, but it is not a grace given by a higher being.
What is there is an absoluteness of one's mind and body, born from faith.
...When it is too high, it causes abnormality in one's personality.

Innocent Monster: A
By means of images born from his deed during his live, his past and state of being had been twisted and the title of monster is granted. His abilities and figure ended up transformed.
Incidentally, this skill cannot be removed.

Military Tactics: B

An instinctive ability for utilizing tactical knowledge in battlefields where a large number of people are mobilized. An advantageous modifier is acquired when using one’s own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when conversely dealing with an opposing Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ

Kazikli Bey
Stronghold of Impalement

Rank: C
Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Range: 0~50
Maximum target: 300 person

From the grounds of the surroundings, a countless number of spears grows and judge the enemy. A demonic torture castle (Drakulya) of iron hammer and curse, unleashed from the demonic spear. Because it targets every hostile enemy soldiers, it is a Noble Phantasm that shows its true value during battles of one-against-many.
Perhaps due to its origin, it possesses the special characteristic of increasing the pain depending on the enemy's sins of depravity and immorality. Increases destructive power against target for purge; enemies who had comitted "desertion", "immorality", and "violence".

At the time Vlad III was alive, punishing commoners with impalement wasn’t unusual in the Balkan Peninsula and Northern Mediterranean Sea areas.

But then, after Vlad III took up the role as Wallachia’s lord and leader for the second time, he became fed up with the extreme corruption and depravity of the nobles in his country.

He decided that the decline of Wallachia was due to these nobles, and took decisive action against unprecedented numbers of them. His primary method of enforcement and punishment was impalement.
In Wallachia, where nobles and commoners had previously been subject to very different treatment and rules, it’s presumed that Vlad’s actions were extremely shocking.

There was surely no one in the land who did not feel the severity and horror of Lord Vlad’s actions.
After routing the nobles, impalement became Vlad’s favorite method of punishment, and in 1459 he even went so far as to impale the emissary of the Ottoman Empire (Turkish Empire) alive, among other deeds.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

It had not been long since he had been summoned.

Yet, already he saw that the state of things were not so dissimilar to the events and campaigns of his life.

A great enemy that the world should rally against, yet politics and desires flared. The focuses of honeyed-tongued politicians and lords aimed not towards their duties and their true difficulties, but instead on more meaningless squabbles that came with the assumptions that they needed not worry about their duties.

No, in a way it was shirking it wasn't it?

It was a unpleasant night that brayed for blood. He allowed a voice to form in his head, one that gaggled and demanded judgement. It was a voice with little sway, to be truthful. However to give it word and allow it audience helped to drown out the unpleasantness of what surrounded him... Yes, it was much easier to let such things drown out the things around him. There was no reason to disappoint those who expected and demanded the Devil, no?

If man who was around him would show gross and veiled, snake-like conduct like the one that slithered through paradise and brought a tainted fall from the garden. Then he would become the Dracul, the dragonic devil to bring forth the judgement of God. No man could be so brutal, no man could defy the great Sultan so. He must be a monster, evil in the guise of man.

Then what were they? who played at being made in the image of he who was holy and loving?

What was a man if they were a loveless beast?

Ah...

But even a pious man could not love alone. Love required people to gather together. Love god with each other, love each other with the blessing of god.

He was bereft of love...

"I shall be visiting the lands of the infidels and those who have transgressed with their offense towards us. Do not fret master, I will of course return."
After all his Battle Continuation skill that was born of his battles and legend was one that ensured that even if he was struck down by wounds that would fell even great legends that he would claw his way back home...

Yes, it was a promise, tinged in blood.

"It is fine if I lay claim to their lands? yes? I'm afraid I lack a flag so it shall have to be with stakes."

And so he left, making for the lands of the faction of Purple. The blood-hungering knight, the vampire Dracul. Ah, what sort of depraved monsters would he be able to impale in the name of the lord?

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Kelp-scented Voyage

Well, it was much too potentially organized to be as fun as it could be. But the fact that it was one "grand" group facing down the world, and a vastly superior host in terms of numbers...

Even if they were to hold one that could even reach the rank of Grand as per the organization and structure of the western political body, or have a host of heroes on the level of the Saber of Black...

No, they would not last very long he felt. He didn't need his eyes to see that. So it would only do to see what they were like before it was too late.

"Rider, shall we go? There's an adventure to be had."
He smiled under his mask.

"A legend to forge, oh hero."
More importantly.. how would his hero, the center of glory and the embodiment of rot fare and feel of all this?

The future was hazy in Greece, holding a lack of clarity that he had never encountered in his life before. However, his eyes were still something to not underestimate. His sight was grand, he could see the world and the heavens and the the imperceptible seafoam that others felt time was, was akin to a well-built and familiar concrete road to his senses.

There was nothing fleeting about the past, nothing uncertain about the future. Even if it shifted again and again and again, rolling like a kaldeioscope it still fell within order.

A infinite amount of futures between 0 and 1 still was limited by what laid between 0 and 1. To determine the future was to to simply decide what shape that order should take. In that he was supreme.. yes.. supreme and unchallenged, until he met that one current colleague.

Of course working together even they could deal with the haze and uncertainty that plagued them with the existence of heroes.

So he would call even as he walked away. He would talk.

It was very interesting after all, and that was what he craved.

Order, and the luxury of being the only one to truly understand it so he in turn could know that he alone in heaven was the blessed, chaotic one.

Ah, let us be entertained.