Fandom Fate/Amzina Tiesa

[Birdsie]

1. We don't need help from those dumb noble family's, all they would do is use us anyway.

2. A small hotel room is enough, helps us blend in more too.

3. This red flower smells nice

3. We can use all the equipment we can get.

There we go! Updated, but will thou pick the path of the mystic, black dagger-piece?! :0

 

[Mion]

You are a wasteful child! Could have went for the dagg- oh, right, not enough Resources.

Pretty flower triumphs over stinky dagger!

 

[Birdsie]

Pretty flower triumphs over stinky dagger!

B-but OP Servant!!!

 

[Mion]

B-but OP Servant!!!

We don't need any OP servant or special power to win this war! We will win through our own strength!

The only thing OP is the friends that we will make along the way!

 

[Birdsie]

We don't need any OP servant or special power to win this war! We will win through our own strength!

The only thing OP is the friends that we will make along the way!

B-but the flower Servant s-- okay...

 

[Mion]

B-but the flower Servant s-- okay...

I know the flower servant is super fantastic! That's why I picked them!

 

[Birdsie]

I know the flower servant is super fantastic! That's why I picked them!

I was gonna say "sucks." The other Servant options are far better.

 

[Mion]

I was gonna say "sucks." The other Servant options are far better.

I mean the only other options are 0.5 and like 4+ so

 

[Birdsie]

I mean the only other options are 0.5 and like 4+ so

Come on, now. Servants are far more important than stinkly equipment or a bas-- okay. I see your point.

Well, it's your fault! The Heir would have 15 Resource Points + more and better options.

 

[HTCOR]

Archdemon Dalamus Ulom Rin Nyx HTCOR @Koss Captain Gabriel Mion Kalin Scarlet Truant
Choices: Female, 28, Katrina Robinson, no Sorcery Trait, no magecraft specialty. [Dispensing Character Sheet in the First Post.]

Note: If you want me to change the person narrating to player perspective, let me know at any time. I'd sure go for that, since it is easier for me to write that way. It's all up to you.


"So, what's the city like?" I ask the man driving me there. I look at him. He's...

1. A normal taxi driver. (Independent; we partake in the war because of our own will.)
2. An Einzbern homunculus. (Einzbern loyalty; we partake in the war because the Einzbern family pays us to win it for them. You also don't get to choose what Servant you summon or where your fortress is and they are pre-selected.)

"It's not bad," he replies. "Plenty of parks to go around. A few strange killings lately, too."

"I see," I smile mischievously. I am Katarina. Katarina Robinson. I am an independent magus, but that's in form only. I'm more of a freelance mercenary. But that's not important, right now. The city I am about to drive into? It's called Fuyuki. It is the evocation site of the Holy Grail War ever since its conception in 1800, or so I was told. In the upcoming ritual, I will have to summon a Heroic Spirit to fight in my name. A miracle, or so they say.

The man driving the car is taking me to...

[Spend 5 Resource Points.]

1. The Einzbern fortress. [Free, but only if you're loyal to the Einzbern family.]
2. A small hotel room I rented to act as my base of operations during the ritual. [-0.5 Resource Points.]
3. Sorry, did I say room? I meant the whole hotel floor that I rented. [-2 Resource Points.]
4. A Manse that I bought. [-3 Resource Points.]
5. A Mansion that I bought. [-5 Resource Points.]
6. A house where people "related" to me live. [0 Resource Points. Must spend 12% mana each morning to refresh the hypnosis on the civilian family that you are posing as the niece of.]

Next to me is a small, black case. Within it lies the catalyst from which I will summon my Servant. I slide over to it just to take a good look and see if its still there. Opening the case, reveals itself to me an ancient artifact. It's a... (note, the ones that are better cost more Resource Points. Also, all options with "Randomizer" have the chance to select one of many Servants.)

1. Random thing you stole when robbing a museum. [You don't have any starting knowledge of your Servant. Randomizer.]
2. A golden, ornamental sheath. One that radiates with confidence and virtue and makes even you; a person that likes destruction, as calm as the wind on a hill. When you touch it, you feel better, as if all your worries had been taken away by something. [Einzbern loyalty only.]
3. A red flower, the color of which is without the shadow of a doubt, identical to blood. It radiates emotions from a distance, such as passion, but most of all; hatred. Somehow, the flower is still alive and doesn't wilt even after it was taken out of the ground. [-1 Resource Point.]
4. A piece of black, obsidian-colored metal. It radiates a strong dark aura and touching it causes chills to run down your nervous system. [-4.5 Resource Points.]
5. Small, antique glass full of gunpowder and metal bits, within a transparent plastic container, to make sure none of it gets spilled. It smells like death and destruction, which is a thing you like. [-0.5 Resource Points.]
6. A wooden piece of an old, oak wood table. It has engravings on it and has an aura of duty. [-4 Resource Points. Randomizer?]
7. The first thing labeled an ancient artifact that you found and bought on ebay. (-0.5 Resource Points. Randomizer.]
8. You didn't buy any pathetic artifact. You will do the summoning without it! (Surefire Randomizer.]

And in the back of your car, there is another thing. A bag full of equipment.

1. A few guns and grenades. [-1 Resource Point.]
2. Several guns and grenades, plus bits of primitive body armor. [-2 Resource Points.]
3. The best military equipment from Germany. [-3 Resource Points.]

1.

We're not apart of those people. We fight for ourselves.

2.

Whole Hotel Floor. That way, we can set up different things in different rooms. Hurrah.

3.

We need no pathetic artifact- the Grail grants us the best that we'll need.

4.

Best Equipment from Germany. Oh hell yeah.

Total Spent: 5 Resources

 

[Mion]

Come on, now. Servants are far more important than stinkly equipment or a bas-- okay. I see your point.

Well, it's your fault! The Heir would have 15 Resource Points + more and better options.

I do not regret my choices! Gimme the rose!!!

 

[Mion]

1.

We're not apart of those people. We fight for ourselves.

2.

Whole Hotel Floor. That way, we can set up different things in different rooms. Hurrah.

3.

We need no pathetic artifact- the Grail grants us the best that we'll need.

4.

Best Equipment from Germany. Oh hell yeah.

Total Spent: 5 Resources

Why do we need a whole hotel floor? We are harms way, people should be hiding from us! We don't need a base!

 

[HTCOR]

Why do we need a whole hotel floor? We are harms way, people should be hiding from us! We don't need a base!

Hm. Hmmmm.


And it would be much more obvious. You're right.


Downgrade to regular hotel room. Acquire good mystic code with them.

Kick ass.

 

[Birdsie]

1.

We're not apart of those people. We fight for ourselves.

2.

Whole Hotel Floor. That way, we can set up different things in different rooms. Hurrah.

3.

We need no pathetic artifact- the Grail grants us the best that we'll need.

4.

Best Equipment from Germany. Oh hell yeah.

Total Spent: 5 Resources

Why do we need a whole hotel floor? We are harms way, people should be hiding from us! We don't need a base!

I just want to remind you both that the best equipment from Germany in this case means:

 

[HTCOR]

We'll still want a set of Mystic Codes to assist us.

That, and our equipment is decent. I, personally think that random is better, as we'll be more synced with the Servant.

 

[Mion]

We'll still want a set of Mystic Codes to assist us.

That, and our equipment is decent. I, personally think that random is better, as we'll be more synced with the Servant.

If we are going Random Servant, Hotel Room for summoning, German Weapons + Mystic Code then I am in.

Mystic code isn't special power since we would have gotten it from effort.

 

[Birdsie]

We'll still want a set of Mystic Codes to assist us.

That, and our equipment is decent. I, personally think that random is better, as we'll be more synced with the Servant.

If we are going Random Servant, Hotel Room for summoning, German Weapons + Mystic Code then I am in.

Mystic code isn't special power since we would have gotten it from effort.

Okay, let's see, I assume that means Lancelot concurs to Ciphrus' plan?

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

Okay, let's see, I assume that means Lancelot concurs to Ciphrus' plan?

As do I

 

[Birdsie]

Archdemon Dalamus Ulom Rin Nyx HTCOR @Koss Captain Gabriel Mion Kalin Scarlet Truant
Choices: Independent, Hotel room, No catalyst, Best equipment from Germany & Mystic Code.

You were--well, you are without the catalyst. You decided that you don't have the time or the money to buy a decent catalyst and instead decided to rely on the rumors that you heard that summoning a Servant without a catalyst will result in a Servant similar to the summoner. Is it true? You have no idea, but the worst possible outcome is that you'll be back to finding a catalyst.

Instead, in the black case is a Mystic Code you've had prepared for the Holy Grail War. It cost you a few bits and pieces of your bone structure and with it -- Origin Rounds were made. A single-action, 6-round cylinder feed that shoots rounds that were given the magical concept of 'destruction.' Extremely potent weapon, a Smith & Wesson No. 3 Revolver. You only have 18 rounds for it, just enough for 3 full reloads. You shouldn't waste them and use them wisely, as each round contains a little bit of you, and literally, an actual bit of you. In fact, these bullets are so precious to you that you haven't tested it yet, just to be safe and not waste that one, cherished shot.

Finally, the taxi stops. "We're here," the cabbie says, almost cheerfully.

You grab the case with the illegal firearm and walk out through the door, then get your baggage from the back of the taxi. The case contains mostly German-made weapons: an MP40 with dual magazines (64 rounds maximum,) with eight full magazines, three stalk hand grenades, and the newly conceived Walther P38 pistol with three magazines. You also have a gasmask, a few filters, several explosive charges and a remote detonator. Like any proper young lady, you also brought a change of clothes with you as well as a shitload of money for food and other expenses. Other than that, a lot more equipment is scheduled to arrive today; TNT, IEDs, and a lot of other fun stuff.

You walk into the hotel and check in. "Enjoy your stay," the clerk says. Oh, you will. You will definitely enjoy it.

You go up the stairs to your room on the third floor, seventh door to the left at the very end of the hallway. Apartment number twenty-three.

...

Time to prepare. You take out the resources you prepared for summoning. Just a few basic things and 'enhancers' you read about in a book. You were never much of a magus. No, you destroyed all chances of becoming one when you were a child. You tend to destroy a lot of things. Sometimes on purpose, and sometimes with your very presence.

It's time.​

You push aside all of the furniture in the room, roll up the carpet and prepare a spot on the floor. Taking the chalk in your hand, you prepare to scribble a thaumaturgical formula that will be the foundation of the ritual. Several white lines and intertwined circles of intrinsic geometrical shapes now lay on the floor. Although by themselves they are nothing, they will become something once your magical energy enters and fills them.

Now, to do a bit of work.

Again, you aren't much of a ritualist, but it would never hurt to have your Servant be stronger than normal, right? You take out three gems full of magical energy that you have been storing in them for exactly three years when your Command Spells first appeared. These three should have enough mystical power to fuel your Servant neatly once he is summoned so that you won't have to bother about powering him for the first three days unless he starts wasting mana. In a way, it is kind of poetic, it could even be compared to being mystically symbolical; 3 years, 3 gems, 3 days; all started by 3 command seals. Perfect threes everywhere that form a kind of conceptual trinity. You genuinely hope this doesn't mean that whoever you summon is a third-rate Servant. That would be almost tragically stupid.

Whatever. You lay the 3, shining, red rubies at 3 spots, in a perfect balance between each other. Once you begin the ritual, their energy will form an energy similar to a bounded field in the location of the summoning that will energize whatever stands inside with plenty of magical energy -- in this case, it will be the Heroic Spirit you summon.

You begin the incantation.

"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."
​

You are uninterrupted, but at the third verse--the third line. The summoning circle shines with a red light, an indication that the ritual registered you. That's good. As bits and pieces of magical energy leak into the room, the bleeding energy transfers into a strong wind.

"Hear me when I call for you.
Let there be a wall against the wind.
The four cardinal gates close as I pray.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."​

Now, the rubies begin to shine a red color as well, as if resonating with the summoning circle. You feel the immense power within the room. You feel a presence of something otherworldly entering, being called and summon, and its summon shaping a mind, shaping a body, weaving flesh and knitting bone from energy and being anchored to your soul.

"Let it be declared now;
Your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be your weapon.
Submit to the call of the Holy Grail, deity of the past.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."​

Now, the mana in the air is quite thick. The lights in the room fade out by themselves, enveloping it in darkness because your magic is so strong it probably interfered with the electricity somehow. The mana in the air forms into a tornado, a true hurricane in the middle of the room, the summoning circle being its center. The mana is so strong that everything seems red and blue. Soon enough, dust rises in the middle of the room and covers it, obscuring your vision.

"An oath shall be sworn here.
I will be all good in the world, and so, Heaven will heed my call!
I shall have dominion over all unchained evils and Hell will be my domain!"
​

Finally, you sense it. The contract echoes and becomes accepted.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"​

A bright flash of light and the sound not dissimilar to an explosion temporarily stun you, making you unable to discern what is happening for two, or three seconds.

You look forward and see the blanket of dust still hasn't fallen...

...

Your eyes try to pierce the shroud like two daggers through cloth.

Finally, the dust settles, and to your eyes reveals himself...

A figure. [Stop music here.]

Clad in black robes--no, normal clothing. He wears a black, leathery tunic on top of which is a buttoned coat--no, wait, more like a cloak...

...

A cloat?...

...

It is of the same color, but made out of fabric. His pants are a bit baggy, but otherwise of the same material as his coat and as black as both the tunic and coat. His head is covered by a shadow that makes you incapable of seeing his face, but on top of his head lays a neat hat that is a bit narrower on the end, made out of very dark brown leather -- that is what creates this darkness. His boots are also out of leather and a notable feature is that they are brown rather than black.

You look at him. You're sure it is a him. His posture is a bit too manly, but you can't see his arms under that 'cloat' of his, so you aren't sure and probably shouldn't assume anything.

Hm.

"Hello?" you ask as if to break the dreadful silence.

...

But you hear no response from the mysterious Servant...

The Servant turns around, leaving you to talk to his back. "Well, how rude!" you exclaim as he walks over to the window. His gloved hand peeks out from his garments and pushes aside the draperies near the window. He takes a look outside, but still, he doesn't reply or acknowledge your existence in any way.

"Hey! Mr. Rude, how about you... oh, I don't know! Acknowledge my existence? Hey, I'm talking to you!" you yell at him, pointing your finger in a weirdly feminine way with your other hand on your waist.

...

Slowly, he turns around to face you. Chills run down your spine. The amount of creeps he generated with that one movement is larger than the magical energy you spent on this ritual.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He begins to slowly walk over in your direction. You reply by stepping back in harmony with him, all the way to the door, a bit alarmed by his presence. Fortunately, he stops midway just at the place where the summoning circle is, so you stop as well.

"H...hello? Can you speak?" you ask, this time, a bit more patient.

"..."

"..." No response.

"C-can you understand me?"

"..."

"So... I guess I'm your Master, huh?"

"..."

"Okay... well, I guess we should introduce ourselves?"

"..."

"My name is Katrina. Katrina Robinson."

"..."

"Should we... strategize?"

"..."

"Well, sorry to say that I don't have many resources on hand."

"..."

"Oh, yeah, and... I'm a spellcaster. Not exactly rich, you know? Not many resources in general."

"..."

"And unfortunately, we're up against the Three Founding Families, which has nothing if not resources."

"..."

"But even so, we've got amazingly strong... uh..."

"..."

"Maybe we should think of how best to synergize our skills with..."

You finally give up, letting your last statement end unfinished. The Servant is as stoic as ever, not even indicating that he's heard you once. This isn't going to lead anywhere fast. Perhaps----

"Enough questions from you," he replies. "You called. This is unimportant." His words are deliberate, but quiet like soft whispers. This means he had intentionally stayed quiet up to this point and wasn't ignoring you at all. Well, he heard you. He was kind of ignoring you, in the sense, he didn't care to reply to you.

"U-unimportant?" you ask, a bit angered. How can he be so incompetent?! Isn't he meant to be a Heroic Spirit? If he isn't a Berserker, chances are he can at least know what strategizing is! "What do you m--"

"You are wasting a great many words to say nothing, Katrina Robinson. That is what I mean."

There isn't any force behind the words, and yet they hit you like a slap in the face. You weren't expecting a great deal of respect from the Servant you summoned, after all, they are Heroic Spirits who have legacies that have lasted through the ages. You, on the other hand, are fairly unimpressive, not even a full magus in any sense of the word -- instead, you rely on modern toys, gadgets, and physical things. Nevertheless, an outright dismissal like this still stings.

"S-sorry." He sure has a force of personality behind himself.

"..." There seems to be an anger behind the Servant's silence this time. You aren't sure, but somehow you seem to have offended him.

"Tell me about yourself, Master." It comes from nowhere, and does not carry the tone of a question.

"Well, like I said, my name is-" "I didn't ask you to repeat yourself," he interrupts. "The words you have wasted cannot be regained, to dwell on them would only be continuing in futility."

Hmph. What an annoying jerk. He's so damn egotistical and acts like it's all cool! It is not! You can't tolerate this behavior in your Servant. In frustration, you rashly decide to bring his own words against him. "So what do you want from me then?" you ask, in the most irritable voice possible, to indicate how much he annoys you.

"I shall make it simple. A single question from each of us will suffice for tonight. Mine is this: why is it that you fight?"

"Well--"

The Servant raises his hand to cut you off. "Think carefully. The Grail wouldn't have chosen you without a good reason." His hand sinks back into the sea of black cloth that makes his figure.

...

What is it that you fight for?​

1. [Scummy] Money, of course. Once you win the Grail, you'll be rolling in it.
2. [Less Scummy] Fame and acceptance. You want to be understood, no, that's too virtuous for you. That's not it. Your wish is to be praised by others and accepted as one of them.
3. [Idealistic] World peace. Really, you have been a piece of shit your whole life. Killed a lot of people, some of them probably innocent, but it is your duty as a remotely decent human being to wish that all wars and conflicts end and so that mankind can live forever in peace.
4. [Personally Idealistic] The Root. You want to open a hole to the Root and reach Akasha, as do all magi. To reach Akasha is to obtain access to the miracle of True Magic. Your father always told you that obtaining this is your goal in life, and if you can't succeed, it must be passed down to your descendants as a goal. That is what he taught you, and you rejected him and ran away as a child. Now, in retrospect, you regret your choice, and have decided to make him proud. To be the daughter that he wanted you to be. That is your wish -- to atone for your deeds and end his goal, your goal.
5. [Lie] Tell a random lie off of your ass to avoid revealing your goal to him.
6. [???] You have no idea what you fight for. The wish seems to be subconscious.
7. [Another] Write-in.

What do you ask the Servant?​

1. Ask about his Class. First and foremost, knowing what he specializes in is important.
2. Ask about his True Name. Knowing his identity will let you more or less guess his Noble Phantasm and skills -- as well as give a rough estimate of his power.
3. Ask him how he prefers to do battle. He would know how best to use his own talents, after all, and by his own logic, he is obliged to tell you.
   
4. Ask what his wish is. Knowing why he fights is probably the most important thing to understand if you're going to work with him. Besides, it seems weirdly proper to ask the same question he did.
   
5. "Do you like ice-cream?"
6. Tell him to shut up for a moment, chew on the resentment, and threaten him that you will order him to reveal everything about himself via Command Spell if he doesn't comply with your demands, and that being absolute obedience and telling you everything about himself. If he refuses, do so. [-1 Command Spell if this fails.]
7. Write-in.

 

[Mion]

Archdemon Dalamus Ulom Rin Nyx HTCOR @Koss Captain Gabriel Mion Kalin Scarlet Truant
Choices: Independent, Hotel room, No catalyst, Best equipment from Germany & Mystic Code.

You were--well, you are without the catalyst. You decided that you don't have the time or the money to buy a decent catalyst and instead decided to rely on the rumors that you heard that summoning a Servant without a catalyst will result in a Servant similar to the summoner. Is it true? You have no idea, but the worst possible outcome is that you'll be back to finding a catalyst.

Instead, in the black case is a Mystic Code you've had prepared for the Holy Grail War. It cost you a few bits and pieces of your bone structure and with it -- Origin Rounds were made. A single-action, 6-round cylinder feed that shoots rounds that were given the magical concept of 'destruction.' Extremely potent weapon. You only have 18 rounds for it, just enough for 3 full reloads. You shouldn't waste them and use them wisely, as each round contains a little bit of you, and literally, an actual bit of you. In fact, these bullets are so precious to you that you haven't tested it yet, just to be safe and not waste that one, cherished shot.

Finally, the taxi stops. "We're here," the cabbie says, almost cheerfully.

You grab the case with the illegal firearm and walk out through the door, then get your baggage from the back of the taxi. The case contains mostly German-made weapons: an MP40 with dual magazines (64 rounds maximum,) with eight full magazines, three stalk hand grenades, and the newly conceived Walther P38 pistol with three magazines. You also have a gasmask, a few filters, several explosive charges and a remote detonator. Like any proper young lady, you also brought a change of clothes with you as well as a shitload of money for food and other expenses. Other than that, a lot more equipment is scheduled to arrive today; TNT, IEDs, and a lot of other fun stuff.

You walk into the hotel and check in. "Enjoy your stay," the clerk says. Oh, you will. You will definitely enjoy it.

You go up the stairs to your room on the third floor, seventh door to the left at the very end of the hallway. Apartment number twenty-three.

...

Time to prepare. You take out the resources you prepared for summoning. Just a few basic things and 'enhancers' you read about in a book. You were never much of a magus. No, you destroyed all chances of becoming one when you were a child. You tend to destroy a lot of things. Sometimes on purpose, and sometimes with your very presence.

It's time.​

You push aside all of the furniture in the room, roll up the carpet and prepare a spot on the floor. Taking the chalk in your hand, you prepare to scribble a thaumaturgical formula that will be the foundation of the ritual. Several white lines and intertwined circles of intrinsic geometrical shapes now lay on the floor. Although by themselves they are nothing, they will become something once your magical energy enters and fills them.

Now, to do a bit of work.

Again, you aren't much of a ritualist, but it would never hurt to have your Servant be stronger than normal, right? You take out three gems full of magical energy that you have been storing in them for exactly three years when your Command Spells first appeared. These three should have enough mystical power to fuel your Servant neatly once he is summoned so that you won't have to bother about powering him for the first three days unless he starts wasting mana. In a way, it is kind of poetic, it could even be compared to being mystically symbolical; 3 years, 3 gems, 3 days; all started by 3 command seals. Perfect threes everywhere that form a kind of conceptual trinity. You genuinely hope this doesn't mean that whoever you summon is a third-rate Servant. That would be almost tragically stupid.

Whatever. You lay the 3, shining, red rubies at 3 spots, in a perfect balance between each other. Once you begin the ritual, their energy will form an energy similar to a bounded field in the location of the summoning that will energize whatever stands inside with plenty of magical energy -- in this case, it will be the Heroic Spirit you summon.

You begin the incantation.

"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."
​

You are uninterrupted, but at the third verse--the third line. The summoning circle shines with a red light, an indication that the ritual registered you. That's good. As bits and pieces of magical energy leak into the room, the bleeding energy transfers into a strong wind.

"Hear me when I call for you.
Let there be a wall against the wind.
The four cardinal gates close as I pray.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."​

Now, the rubies begin to shine a red color as well, as if resonating with the summoning circle. You feel the immense power within the room. You feel a presence of something otherworldly entering, being called and summon, and its summon shaping a mind, shaping a body, weaving flesh and knitting bone from energy and being anchored to your soul.

"Let it be declared now;
Your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be your weapon.
Submit to the call of the Holy Grail, deity of the past.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."​

Now, the mana in the air is quite thick. The lights in the room fade out by themselves, enveloping it in darkness because your magic is so strong it probably interfered with the electricity somehow. The mana in the air forms into a tornado, a true hurricane in the middle of the room, the summoning circle being its center. The mana is so strong that everything seems red and blue. Soon enough, dust rises in the middle of the room and covers it, obscuring your vision.

"An oath shall be sworn here.
I will be all good in the world, and so, Heaven will heed my call!
I shall have dominion over all unchained evils and Hell will be my domain!"
​

Finally, you sense it. The contract echoes and becomes accepted.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"

A bright flash of light and the sound not dissimilar to an explosion temporarily stun you, making you unable to discern what is happening for two, or three seconds.

You look forward and see the blanket of dust still hasn't fallen...

...

Your eyes try to pierce the shroud like two daggers through cloth.

Finally, the dust settles, and to your eyes reveals himself...

A figure.

Clad in black robes--no, normal clothing. He wears a black, leathery tunic on top of which is a buttoned coat--no, wait, more like a cloak...

...

A cloat?...

...

It is of the same color, but made out of fabric. His pants are a bit baggy, but otherwise of the same material as his coat and as black as both the tunic and coat. His head is covered by a shadow that makes you incapable of seeing his face, but on top of his head lays a neat hat that is a bit narrower on the end, made out of very dark brown leather -- that is what creates this darkness. His boots are also out of leather and a notable feature is that they are brown rather than black.

You look at him. You're sure it is a him. His posture is a bit too many, but you can't see his arms under that 'cloat' of his, so you aren't sure and probably shouldn't assume anything.

Hm.

"Hello?" you ask as if to break the dreadful silence.

...

But you hear no response from the mysterious Servant...

The Servant turns around, leaving you to talk to his back. "Well, how rude!" you exclaim as he walks over to the window. His gloved hand peeks out from his garments and pushes aside the draperies near the window. He takes a look outside, but still, he doesn't reply or acknowledge your existence in any way.

"Hey! Mr. Rude, how about you... oh, I don't know! Acknowledge my existence? Hey, I'm talking to you!" you yell at him, pointing your finger in a weirdly feminine way with your other hand on your waist.

...

Slowly, he turns around to face you. Chills run down your spine. The amount of creeps he generated with that one movement is larger than the magical energy you spent on this ritual.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He begins to slowly walk over in your direction. You reply by stepping back in harmony with him, all the way to the door, a bit alarmed by his presence. Fortunately, he stops midway just at the place where the summoning circle is, so you stop as well.

"H...hello? Can you speak?" you ask, this time, a bit more patient.

"..."

"..." No response.

"C-can you understand me?"

"..."

"So... I guess I'm your Master, huh?"

"..."

"Okay... well, I guess we should introduce ourselves?"

"..."

"My name is Katrina. Katrina Robinson."

"..."

"Should we... strategize?"

"..."

"Well, sorry to say that I don't have many resources on hand."

"..."

"Oh, yeah, and... I'm a spellcaster. Not exactly rich, you know? Not many resources in general."

"..."

"And unfortunately, we're up against the Three Founding Families, which has nothing if not resources."

"..."

"But even so, we've got amazingly strong... uh..."

"..."

"Maybe we should think of how best to synergize our skills with..."

You finally give up, letting your last statement end unfinished. The Servant is as stoic as ever, not even indicating that he's heard you once. This isn't going to lead anywhere fast. Perhaps----

"Enough questions from you," he replies. "You called. This is unimportant." His words are deliberate, but quiet like soft whispers. This means he had intentionally stayed quiet up to this point and wasn't ignoring you at all. Well, he heard you. He was kind of ignoring you, in the sense, he didn't care to reply to you.

"U-unimportant?" you ask, a bit angered. How can he be so incompetent?! Isn't he meant to be a Heroic Spirit? If he isn't a Berserker, chances are he can at least know what strategizing is! "What do you m--"

"You are wasting a great many words to say nothing, Katrina Robinson. That is what I mean."

There isn't any force behind the words, and yet they hit you like a slap in the face. You weren't expecting a great deal of respect from the Servant you summoned, after all, they are Heroic Spirits who have legacies that have lasted through the ages. You, on the other hand, are fairly unimpressive, not even a full magus in any sense of the word -- instead, you rely on modern toys, gadgets, and physical thing. Nevertheless, an outright dismissal like this still stings.

"S-sorry." He sure has a force of personality behind himself.

"..." There seems to be an anger behind the Servant's silence this time. You aren't sure, but somehow you seem to have offended him.

"Tell me about yourself, Master." It comes from nowhere, and does not carry the tone of a question.

"Well, like I said, my name is-" "I didn't ask you to repeat yourself," he interrupts. "The words you have wasted cannot be regained, to dwell on them would only be continuing in futility."

Hmph. What an annoying jerk. He's so damn egotistical and acts like it's all cool! It is not! You can't tolerate this behavior in your Servant. In frustration, you rashly decide to bring his own words against him. "So what do you want from me then?" you ask, in the most irritable voice possible, to indicate how much he annoys you.

"I shall make it simple. A single question from each of us will suffice for tonight. Mine is this: why is it that you fight?"

"Well--"

The Servant raises his hand to cut you off. "Think carefully. The Grail wouldn't have chosen you without a good reason." His hand sinks back into the sea of black cloth that makes his figure.

...

What is it that you fight for?​

1. [Scummy] Money, of course. Once you win the Grail, you'll be rolling in it.
2. [Less Scummy] Fame and acceptance. You want to be understood, no, that's too virtuous for you. That's not it. Your wish is to be praised by others and accepted as one of them.
3. [Idealistic] World peace. Really, you have been a piece of shit your whole life. Killed a lot of people, some of them probably innocent, but it is your duty as a remotely decent human being to wish that all wars and conflicts end and so that mankind can live forever in peace.
4. [Personally Idealistic] The Root. You want to open a hole to the Root and reach Akasha, as do all magi. To reach Akasha is to obtain access to the miracle of True Magic. Your father always told you that obtaining this is your goal in life, and if you can't succeed, it must be passed down to your descendants as a goal. That is what he taught you, and you rejected him and ran away as a child. Now, in retrospect, you regret your choice, and have decided to make him proud. To be the daughter that he wanted you to be. That is your wish -- to atone for your deeds and end his goal, your goal.
5. [Lie] Tell a random lie off of your ass to avoid revealing your goal to him.
6. [???] You have no idea what you fight for. The wish seems to be subconscious.
7. [Another] Write-in.

What do you ask the Servant?​

1. Ask about his Class. First and foremost, knowing what he specializes in is important.
2. Ask about his True Name. Knowing his identity will let you more or less guess his Noble Phantasm and skills -- as well as give a rough estimate of his power.
3. Ask him how he prefers to do battle. He would know how best to use his own talents, after all, and by his own logic, he is obliged to tell you.
   
4. Ask what his wish is. Knowing why he fights is probably the most important thing to understand if you're going to work with him. Besides, it seems weirdly proper to ask the same question he did.
   
5. "Do you like ice-cream?"
6. Tell him to shut up for a moment, chew on the resentment, and threaten him that you will order him to reveal everything about himself via Command Spell if he doesn't comply with your demands, and that being absolute obedience and telling you everything about himself. If he refuses, do so. [-1 Command Spell if this fails.]
7. Write-in.

3. Let this be "the war end to end all wars" that all the world leaders were talking about. We shall not allow another disaster like the Great War to occur again.

1. We shall ask the servant his class, we should save further questions until we bond a bit with this dude.

 

[Birdsie]

Also, yes, I copied Kerry's Origin Round idea. Call me a copycat, but still. When you guys said you wanted a Mystic Code and I looked at our Origin, I couldn't keep myself from it. Just IMAGINE the damage this does. It's like a revolver-sized rocket launcher on steroids.

 

[HTCOR]

Our style?


This is the Final War, but not the one where Humanity is gone. We become the last Soldier, we burden the blows, and Humanity shall not fight with each other no more in mass amounts. We change not the human character drastically, but we wish that Humanity engages in no more wars.


As for our question....an expansion of three.

"What is the best style of engagement that you are suited towards, with a Master such as myself assisting? And I would be a combat Magus, a jack of all trades."

 

[Archdemon]

P.s. I wouldn't mind if we change the view point of our character Ted from 1st person to something else.

7. I think instead of going for any of the normal routes we should go more towards "I fight to prove to people that just because I may not be the best and I'm not of Royal blood doesn't mean that I can't win."
Or
"I fight because there may be some people I want to pay back for the things they made me and my Father endure. I won't forget their cruelty. I fight for revenge.

Something along those lines. I still wanna go for that revenge route.

1. And 2. Since both are good options.

 

[Birdsie]

Archdemon Dalamus Ulom Rin Nyx HTCOR Captain Gabriel Mion Kalin Scarlet Truant
Choices: I want to end all wars (Sorry, Archdemon. I'll make sure to give us something vengeance-related among the way,) and Class.

[Character Sheet updated, added info on Assassin.]

"Okay, I..." You stop and think. Your expression becomes clouded and your shoulders sink into your face. Until this point in your life, you were a force of destruction. A walking tragedy, a curse on two legs that brought misfortune and death wherever she walked. That's what you were. A killer. A murderer. A tragic existence. And you wanted to change it so many times along the way, but no matter what prayer, or what strength -- humans are inherently limited, and thus, you kept destroying.

But this is different.

The Grail is omnipotent. If so, it can grant any wish. Any, one wish. It can grant you peace. It can turn that destruction into peace. The darkness of your person turned into light. That is what you want, and that is what you tell the man in front of you. "I want to end all conflict. No more death, or destruction. No needless suffering or foolish conflict. I just want... no, I want the world itself to be a happier place, where people don't endure agony for no reason."

...

...

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap.

The spirit started clapping his hands in what seemed like to be genuine applaud before his hands sped up.

...

In a few seconds, he was done. "If I still had tears to cry, dear Katrina, they would now slide off of my face. Sadly, my tears were spent long ago for different reasons." He put his hands away and gave you a slight nod. "And your question?"

You think for a moment. The answer is obvious. You need to figure out his Class to get an idea of his abilities. "Your Class. I'd like to know what it is."

"Is that a question?" He saw through the bluff. The way you structured the sentence -- it wasn't a question. You were hoping to use his philosophy against him and get a second question, but it appears to have failed. "Yes," you reply. He snickers back at you, as a way of showing that it was a good try and it might've worked in a different time.

"I am Assassin." he simply says. Hm, interesting. But that leads you nowhere. Regardless, an Assassin-class Servant is well aligned with your own roster of skills. If he's obedient, he can actually be pretty useful.

"That will be all questions for today. That way, the bond of mystery shared between us will be far more entertaining!" His hands reach out of his robes to the sides, almost like those of an inviting priest inviting people for a sermon. His voice, too, sounded a bit more enthusiastic than his usual stoic tone that has already resonated in your ears.

"So it's entertainment you seek?"

"I did say that we are bound to one question for tonight but in the light of your subsequent behavior, I will actually be glad to reveal a bit more about myself if you don't mind." Assassin looks at you, as if awaiting a permission.

Eagerly awaiting anything else to know about him, you nod.

Assassin's head rises, the shadows that obscured his face now fade away to reveal a shape you recognize. Yes, he is revealing his identity to you. It's----

--Impossible.

Your jaw drops in awe of who you summoned.

His head rises to reveal a pale, white mask that beautifully contrasted his otherwise pitch black attire and hair. The cheeks and mouth had small, pink undertones to them, but otherwise, he was colorless.

Not being an experienced spiritual evocator, you aren't quite sure if summoning Guy Fawkes as a Servant of the Assassin-class marks you as the biggest victor, or a complete failure among failures in the Holy Grail War. You guess it can be either.

"For you see," he speaks up, breaking your sudden surprise and shock and drawing your attention like a fisher. "The reason I asked you your wish was to know if your cause is a worthy one that I can gather under. And now I know. My wish, as of the reason I am here, is because I wish to see how my death influenced the world. Of course, I didn't expect much. Many assassins lived in the past and failed, or succeeded. I suspected to be one among them, but what do you know? People actually commemorate a day in my name."

Your jaw drops further. H-he likes you!

"And," he makes a pause, probably to take a breath or just be dramatic. "--that being said, I accept you as my Master with enthusiasm and loyalty. You are the one who will lead me."

You're overwhelmed with joy. You basically became besties with him in one night, and you also managed to draw one of the better straws with the summoning. Perhaps not bringing a catalyst along was wise?

And then you realize...

'Fuck,' your thoughts suppress the ugly word. If you can recognize him with just seeing his face, wouldn't the other Masters and Servants do so too? He is among the easiest to recognize.

Regardless, now that you've summoned Assassin... you should think a bit more. Before you can form a good plan of action with your mind, Assassin interrupts your chain of racing thoughts.

"It would be wise for you to rest now, Master." Assassin, Guy Fawkes, says. "The War will likely begin in earnest tomorrow. You will soon have your wish. Do not worry about strategies, for I am more than... prepared for any circumstance."

1. Go to sleep. (+16% prana.)
2. Don't. (Do some stuff before sleep.)

Prana Capacity: 71%

 

[Birdsie]

Destruction + Destruction = Death.

Okay? That's what you get for summoning without a Catalyst... a fairly decent second-rate Servant, apparently. That being said, since our Origin is Destruction, it's natural we'd get someone who does explosions and large flashy things as a Servant.