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Alabaster blinked...she did it...she did it...SHE ACTUALLY DID IT! She was mentally ancing at the thought of accomplishing the act of summoning a Servant from the Grail. The modified chant seemed to have worked as well despite it being rooted in her emotions rather than actual knowledge. She picked up her sword and placed it on her back.
Alabaster Cadmia-Rundown Musuem


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"Hello Servant, I am your...not Master...Companion, I am your companion for this war." She clapped her hands once. "I am Alabaster Cadmia. Let this war be fruitful for us." She said with a cheery disposition and smile. "Tell me your class only, telling me your name is up to you." She said as she held Mercy away from her. "I'll go find another master to ally with."


"Who holds Wayfinder finds good roads


Its master's step is brisk


The Sword of Wisdom lightens loads


But adds unto their risk."


She intoned as the sword started tingling. "Where is...uh..." She looked at her own servant. "...Saber I guess?" She finally finished as she let go letting it do the work.


 
@JusticeSword
 
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HP: 4/4


Master: Alabastar Cadmia


Location: Ground floor of some building?


Company: Alabastar




"Caster. I am of the Caster class, companion." Caster replied with a warm, comforting, almost motherly tone of voice. "As such, I recommend allying with a close-combatant, as the combination of my long range spells with their swordsmanship would press almost any enemy to their limits." he explained. "Saber would be a good start. I best hpe we're compatible..." he added with agreement, before shifting into what looked like a young Indian male with dark black hair, wearing typical garments for his time, as he was shirtless except for a vest, then wore some poofy shorts on his legs. He also wore some jewelry around his neck. He still looked surprisingly handsome, though, as all of his human forms tended to be. "Is this form adequate for travelling the streets, companion?" he asked.


@Orihara
 
Mike Addison: Mike's House

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  • Mike was more than overjoyed at the results of his summon. It was Berserker! Like, the best class he could possibly want! Diomedes really looked like a hulking badass. It almost chilled him to the bone, looking up at the monster he'd brought forth. But he realized looks weren't everything when the Berserker knelt and ever politely introduced himself. This was no monster. His strength felt monstrous indeed, just feeling his presence overwhelmed Mike's senses. But Diomedes was more knightly. Mike liked that. This was obviously the perfect fighter.





    "Welcome Diomedes! My Berserker! Man, you're so cool!!"





    Mike got closer to Diomedes, marveling at his amazing build, his appearance, unable to contain his excitement.





    "I bet you can't wait to fight can you! I can feel it. You're gonna curbstomp all the dudes."





    Mike thought for a moment. "Hm, I should introduce myself too. I'm Mike. Uh, are you hungry?" Mike considered offering a fig newton, but that wasn't a champion's meal. He would keep the newtons. Perhaps there was meat in the freezer. Did manifestations of the grail even eat anyway? This guy looked like he would gobble up a whole cow.







@Bills352
 



HP: 4/4


Master: Mike Addison


Location: Mike's house


Company: Mike




Diomedes rose reveling his true structure once again. He didn't really know what to think about his new found parent or well master his personality was to say one thing very strange, it reminded him of a over active child but beggars can't be choosers so Diomedes decided to forget about it. These two would make a strange pair to say the least, the dead serious Diomedes and the childlike Mike should be interesting to see how he reactions in a fight especially to say that's all Diomedes lived for now a days.


"I shall protect you with my life Mike."


Diomedes didn't want to say any more the pure fact that he could fight someone soon overwhelmed him however the offer for food was too much to let be denied more out of respect than anything.


"If your offering me food I will not turn it down as any and all food would be much appreciated."


Fact is Diomedes was used to being able to eat all he wants as he did during when he was alive the feast would go on for days and so would Diomedes gluttonous stomach he would have to get used to not eating everything in sight once again.


@Iris 8th
 
Jack Trinity (Theresa's Terrace)

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Unfortunately, Theresa would never get the chance to sit down and taste the wonderful, delightful-smelling cookies of St. Nick.


The warm and loving feeling that erupted from Rider’s summoning shattered, as did the illusion of a nice cozy study. Jack Trinity grinned as he ripped out his claw from where his weapon had pierced the little girl’s body, uncaring of the blood that splattered on him as he did so…nor the little corpse that fell at his feet. As the last vestiges of Rider’s territory faded, the red gem that hung around Jack’s neck cracked and shattered into a million pieces, returning the scene to Theresa’s dim terrace—devoid of any light due to the candles burning out.


It was a pity. The magic-cancelling jewel had been a rare find…an extremely powerful item that he’d managed to filch from the church. It had been very effective in subduing Magi. To think that such an item could burst from the magic of a Servant…


Little Theresa must have summoned a powerful one indeed…maybe a caster class…


Not that it mattered either way.


Jack’s claws had been enchanted by his employer to extract the command seals of any Master he killed and give it to him.


He was now the Servant’s master.


Jack licked the blood off the blade of his weapon and took his first look at the Servant who would aid him in the war. Unable to help himself, Jack threw his head back, hugged his stomach, and laughed maniacally, causing the red hood he wore to fall and reveal his face. It was just like a little girl to summon Santa Claus!


“I think I know who you are,” Jack spoke, dark humor lacing his words. “But that doesn’t matter. You’re going to help me kill every last Master involved in the Holy Grail War.”


One of the three command seals that appeared on his exposed chest, immediately faded as Jack gave the order.


@Tronethiel7

 

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St. Nick


Master:...wait (Jack the Child Murderer, Designated Status = Naughty)


Location: A Terrace, Formerly Teresa's


HP: 4/4


The Briarwood stem slipped from between Nick's lips as the magic of his study began to unravel. What sorcery could...He watched in horror as the elongated talons decimated the child's helpless form. The foul monstrosity that had committed the deed began to lick his bloody appendages, cackling to himself. Nick despised it. He began to tremble with an a mixture of rage and sorrow so profound he could not speak, nor move.


Could their be any greater failure for him? Nick had managed to relinquish the life of a mere girl to this...this...abomination. An ideal brought to life, the saint upon which rested the hopes and dreams of the world's children, he was a living construct of pure purpose and that purpose had been profaned by the blood of a child within moments of his birth. Unacceptable. However, he was no murderer. How much greater would his failure be if he succumbed to the temptation of petty revenge? No, there was work to be done, but now he would honor the first and most holy sacrifice that his war had seen. It would not be in vain, by the grail, he would see a world forged in peace.


The temperature began to drop rapidly, a steady breeze carrying snow flurries across the dark stone of terrace's surface. A soft cracking issued from crevices between the stones as tendrils of white ice extended out from the Nick's looming form. By a supreme act of will, he made his way to the girl's tattered corpse without looking at the murderer's face. As he moved, his voice, magnified one hundred fold, shook the terrace, threatening to rip it from the mansion's side.


"If your enemy is hungry, feed him."


He knelt before Theresa.


"If he is thirsty, give him something to drink."


Tears cascaded from his eyes, for a time lacking their merry gleam. He could not restrain the trembling.


"In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head."


Nick stood, cradling the small bloodied form in his burly plated arms. No one on earth who might have see him at this moment would have had a shadow of a doubt as to his identity.


"Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."


The servant who was Santa Claus whistled the chorus notes to Jingle Bells as he finally met his new master's eyes. There was the sound of bells echoing the night as his enormous holly-draped sleigh struck the the side of the mansion in an explosion of red lightning. The terrace and the mansions north wall began to collapse as Nick stepped into the floating vessel, laying the girl's body in the passenger seat. His voice assaulted the darkness a final time. "I shall return to fulfill my obligations in this war, I give you my word. This child, however, must be honored for her sacrifice, willing or not. My class is rider. My allegiance, as always, is to those in great need. It seems that my new master has much greater need of me than did my former." With that he flicked the reigns and was off.





@QuirkyAngel
 
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Entry 1 – Summary of the Holy Grail war as documented by Ruler

Date: December 15, 2015


· All the Servants have been summoned. The war as begun. Both Masters and Servants of the 2015 Holy Grail War are getting to know each other—some more happy with their partners than others.


· Saber (@Metaphysics ) and Tabitha(@Metaphysics ) searches for Saber to alley with…


[dice]5457[/dice]


[dice]5458[/dice]


Alabaster search: 2(dice) + 2(Wayfinder) = 4


Saber hidden: 6(dice)


Unfortunately, “Saber” wasn’t specific enough. Alabaster and Caster end up at the Blunderbuss Antiques shop in London where a gilded saber is hanging on the wall. Better luck next time! Maybe Caster(@Bills352 ). The pair go off to eat=)


· Rider’s Master is killed by Jack Trinity, who becomes Rider’s new Master. Rider (@Tronethiel7 ) is very sad and temporarily leaves his new Master to give Theresa a proper burial.


More Below

Ernest Chapman (Eastern London - Wicker Drive)

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Ernest sat at a round, wooden table in his home, enjoying a nice, peaceful, dinner of spaghetti and cheese. Contrary to when he had worked as an exorcist, Ernest now lived in a regular-sized, box-shaped house in Eastern London. Ernest found that he liked the simplicity of his new lifestyle much more than when he had lived in the Vatican. There was less to worry about...no strict protocols, no demons, no more Bishops constantly hounding to him about proper religious conduct, etc. He was now free to practice his faith without interference.

At least, he had been.

Ernest sighed. He had recently received a call from the Cardinal to demand his report on the status of the Holy Grail war. Of course, he told the Cardinal all he knew…that all the Servants have been summoned and that the war had started. However, there wasn’t much else Ernest could say. It wasn’t as if he knew any of the Masters personally and none had deigned to visit him yet.

Ernest rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up. He had also reported to the Cardinal that the Ruler Servant had been summoned. Ruler had been rather miffed at that, stole his profile of all the Masters, and locked herself in his room. When Ernest asked her what she thought she was doing, she had simply shouted, “Communing with the Angels!”

Ruler was nothing like Ernest had imagined she would be. Ernest tried to match her with all the female saints he knew, but none of them fit Ruler’s description. She didn’t match the calm, tranquil temperament that he’d expected of a Saint. Ernest frowned. What was the Ruler class supposed to do anyway? He’d expected her to go find the other Servants, but so far she had made no move yet.

Well, it wasn’t as if he cared about it too much about it. Ernest flipped on his T.V., intending to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere while he still had it.

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“Breaking News! This just came in—the murderer known by the police as ‘The Second Jack the Ripper’ has struck again! Authorities are baffled by the mysterious, faceless, killer who seems to disappear from their radar like a ghost. So far, there have been no identified connection between his chosen victims. We bring up our reporter, Sharon Mueller, who is currently at the scene of the crime. What can you tell us, Sharon?”

“Well, Cindy, I’m currently outside the house of the Nguyens—whose north wall is utterly demolished! Authorities are still investigating, but it’s been confirmed that the blood is indeed that of thirteen year old Theresa Nguyen. Unfortunately the body is nowhere to be found and, as with all of Jack the Ripper’s murders, not a single trace of the person’s DNA could be found at the scene of the crime. Theresa’s parents are utterly distraught by the death of their daughter.”

“We should have never left her home alone,” Theresa’s mother sobbed.

“Even more baffling are the traces of melted snow found at the scene of the crime. The police have no idea what to make of it. Several people who live near the area have also claimed to hear a jingling of bells around the time of the murder. Unfortunately, there isn’t much else to say as there were no eye-witnesses. Back to you Cindy.”

“Thank you, Sharon. There you have it folks…another death caused by the legendary Jack the Ripper. For those of you walking the streets of London at night, we advise caution until Jack the Ripper is appre—,”

Ernest flipped the T.V. off.

He’d recognize the image of Theresa Nguyen from the report sent by the Church Investigators.

She had been a Master in the Holy Grail War.

Well…

There went his peaceful dinner...

Round 3 Begins!

@vlgwlf
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Zaphiel Conway - Outskirts of London

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  • Zaphiel couldn't help but let a proud, but subtle, smile form upon his lips. "Did you just say Saber...? I don't believe it..." he uttered to himself with a happy tone.


    He felt a sudden pinch on the palm of his hand while his Servant confirmed it's allegiance, noticing a trickle of blood flow in between his thumb and his index finger while it announced a second binding. Zaphiel could only trust the judgement of this higher being, he had the Command Spell as a backup plan if Saber turned out to be a rebel anyway.


    "Do what you deem necessary Saber. I am your Master in title, but I believe you know what is best for us both on the field of combat, I would rather think of us as partners rather than adopting the hierarchy this War wishes to establish." he said in a firm tone, accepting it's terms without fear.


    The pain that emerged from the mark on his chest had already disappeared, allowing the young mage to concentrate on the situation at hand     'It would be wise to give the Boundary Fields around the premises a quick checkup... That and I need to think up a plan for reconnaissance routes, as well as potential alliances with other Masters... Although that might be quite risky.' many similar thoughts started to appear, his mind on the brink of shifting into overdrive. Zaphiel stopped his train of thought in it's tracks, opting to ask his partner, rather than act on his own "Also, I would like to hear what your opinion on our course of action is, Saber. I'd rather fortify our defenses here at headquarters... But maybe you have something else in mind?"

@Proxy
 
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Sharur


Outskirts of London

Sharur nodded as well as it could, its axe head bobbing up and down to mimic the human motion. With a sly tone, almost sardonic, Sharur replied to his master,

"Excellent. Then the contract is formed and the transformation can now begin!"

A regular transforming conduit like Sharur would require different means and rituals, but his unique nature that was distinct from other kaleidoscopes allowed for a much facilitated transformation that merely necessitated the bond formed in the contract. Zaphiel would begin to feel a strong connection to Sharur and a sudden influx of energy, as well as a distinct recognition of Sharur's location. Sharur too would be able to perceive Zaphiel's location and feel their connection that linked Sharur and his new magical girl together. Of course if they strayed more than fifty meters away from each other, the connection would be severed and Zaphiel would lose all his bonuses but that was unlikely to happen.

In a brilliant golden flash, Zaphiel would feel his body burning up before a sudden lightness would hit his senses, as if he was floating in air. His entire body would then feel numb for a second, during which his clothes would dissolve into scintillating golden dust and his nakedness covered with a sheen of brilliant golden light. Zaphiel would feel an indescribable feeling that pulsed a torpid combination of bliss and focus that would clear his head of thoughts to ensure an absolute calm.

A second later, Sharur beheld Zaphiel in his new form. He had the distinct proportions of a woman with his masculine face slimming out into an angular and shapely feminine form, decorated with a crown of gold, His robust legs would assume a slender, lithe shape, and of course he would develop the "other" necessary female assets on his chest. The sheen of brightness that concealed Zaphiel's new glorious form dissipated, forming into his, or rather her, new magical girl clothing while Sharur's prana burst formed a brilliant golden armor around himher. As the outpouring of light faded away from the brilliant transformation, Sharur commented,

"Now master, our magical girl contract has been fulfilled. And our servant to master connection too also. I know humans face considerable trepidation about plunging into new things but I felt that this was the best course of action anyway, so here we are."

Of course, Zaphiel would not realize that he had indeed become an actual magical girl and had assumed the form of a woman. It would be a shock, but Sharur did not consider any of this as he was not one to understand much of human ways. After all, he had been in the service of a mighty god in his times of service, and mortals back then were few and reverent to the point where they did nothing.
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Tabitha Lin- Lost in London !!!!


(A few blocks away from the hotel)

Tabitha sighed looking at the map once again even more confused than the last time. "Tell me Lancer, which way on this map do you suppose east is?" She turned the map every which way extremely confused. Her necessity of internal direction was high and her capability was at a all time low. She scratched her head for a few moments and then raised her hands in exasperation. "Ugggrraaahhhh! I give up! This is impossible! Why do these maps prevent me from finding my way! What is the purpose of their existence! I should rid the world of all the useless maps, and let the world be at ease. How do people find their way around here!!" She handed the map to Longinus and took a few steps away to try to rerun to calm.


Why is it that it takes me 10 years to make my way around a area. What kind of Master can't find her way? How am I going to help Longinus when I can't make it to the corner store without getting miserably lost. She leaned back and stretched out her back. "I swear I might be getting too old for this...." Suddenly, she heard a pop. "Oh, I guess not." She smiled and stretched out her other muscles. When she was done she got up and walked back over to Longinus. "Sorry about that. Have you been able to sense a part of your lance?"


@Metaphysics
 
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Lancer took one look at her and Master and back to what she was looking at, then to her Master, then back to what she was looking at and to make sure she looked at it again before looking at her Master with a twitching eye. "Um...Master?" She said while pointing at a billboard near the hotel they were in.


For one week only! See all three parts of the Longinus in one place!


Museum of Ancient Artifacts


Open from 8AM-9PM
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"We're going to steal from the museum aren't we?" She asked, secretly excited at the prospect of regaining her true lance.
 

Clinton Reeves | Outskirts of London | Abandoned Industrial Site


Current HP


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Clinton calmly listened to what Assassin said. She pitched in the idea of setting up some places to hide if needed, and also the priorities in mobility and discretion before she asked what's on Clinton's mind. She also playfully took Clinton's cigarette. Slightly annoyed with it, Clinton crossed his arms, looking at Assassin with a slight hint of annoyance.


"You could just ask for one instead of taking it from me." Clinton commented on what she did earlier as he took another roll of cigarette from his pocket and lights it.


"And I was thinking on making you blend in with the people." Clinton said his idea on what they should do first. "Since you look out of place." He continued with his reason. "I'll take you there." Clinton said as he walked to the motorcycle helmets that were put on the dusty table, he picked up one of the two helmets and threw it to Assassin. "Let's go." Clinton said while taking the other helmet with him away from the summoning grounds. He continued to smoke as he lead Assassin to his motorcycle that were parked right outside the gates of the industrial grounds. His motorcycle was a racing sports motorcycle from the 90's.


Clinton looked at Assassin and said "You better hold on tight.". He throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps it before getting on the bike. He started the bike and accelerate it a few times to warm it up.


@Hungry Hungry Hobo
 
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Servant Type: Assassin


HP: ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃


Master: Clinton Reeves


Location: Outskirts of London: Abandoned Industrial Site


Company: Clinton



Martha Jane Cannary - "Calamity Jane"
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When Clinton stared at her with a mildly irritated look for stealing his cigarette the woman held her hands out to the side in a shrug as she shot the man a teasing grin. She still held the white stick between her teeth, and her chuckle was only accentuated by the whisp of smoke being thrashed about by the sudden release of breath. "Darling take it from someone who's already dead: life's too short for regrets. And back in my day people really would kill for a smoke." If Clinton really wanted his smoke back she'd have no qualms with returning it, but the man just pulled out another fresh cigarette instead.


Assassin then looked down at her attire in disappointment as she was told a change of clothing was in order. She was never one for formal wear, especially that frilly stuff that had been popular during her times. Dresses made horse riding a chore instead of something to enjoy, and she couldn't even begin to fathom fighting in a long skirt. "Well, fine. But don't expect me to wear whatever you throw at me." She looked up just in time to see the mage tossing something to her, which she caught in one hand. After looking over the helmet she stared at him skeptically knowing she was about to eat her words just now. A hand raised up to pluck her hat off from her head only to toss it aside. The headpiece disintegrated into particles of light before fading away.


She followed Clinton outside, taking note that he hadn't put his own helmet on yet. Probably because he was still smoking, and in truth that was the main reason she hadn't donned her headgear yet either. When she saw his motorcycle the woman gave the vehicle a funny look. The only two wheeled contraptions she was used to were bicycles, but somehow this looked like it would go much faster than what her memory of a bike could go. It even had an engine if she understood things right. Continuing to let him take the lead Assassin flicked her cigarette to the side before finally putting on her helmet, and climbing on back behind Clinton.


"Alright cowboy, let's see how fast this steel horse of yours can ride."


@Metaphysics
 



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Alabaster sighed once more as she looked between her sword and where it had led her to. "I'm very sorry about this Caster." She said annoyed at her failure. "But I'm going to try again!" She said as she lifted her sword into the air once more. "I might not be the best magus, but I'm certainly not the worst. And if there's anything that I'm good at, it's at trying and right now I'm trying my hardest!" She shouted into the night.


Alabaster Cadmia-Blunderbuss Antiques


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"Who holds Wayfinder finds good roads


Its master's step is brisk


The Sword of Wisdom lightens loads


But adds unto their risk."


She chanted once more and let the sword do the work. This war. This was her only chance at something great and she'd be damned if she let a setback take it all away from her. Now what was it that her parents always said? She thought back to her time as a child.


DON'T CALM ME A WITCH! *cue enormous amounts of lightning raining down upon a poor man*


WAAAAH! I'M SORRY!


Alabaster shook her head at that scene, that wasn't the one she was looking for. She tried it again


Never give up, trust your instincts.





That's much better, maybe Caster will help and boost her magic so she can find them faster.
 
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HP: 5/5


Master: Alabastar Cadmia


Location: Ground floor of some building?


Company: Alabastar




"Do not let your so-called failures bother you, failures are made on the road to success. Didn't one of your inventors state something like that? Now, perhaps I may be of some assistance?" Caster requested after his hearty speech, walking up next to his Master and began chanting the incantation to a spell that would hopefully allow the location of a Servant to be found much easier, but hopefully Saber. It'd be even better if Shakti kicked in here and considered the chance that their search failed as an impossible thing, and therefore add a 50% chance to succeeding. What kind of Servant could it be? Could it be the Knight of the Lake? Or the King of Britian himself? Surely, he would be surprised, but not at all confused, once he met the identity of the Saber, whom was ironically enough, literally a saber. From there, he simply hoped that their search this time would be a success. After this, he'd ask his Master if she wished he to craft his territory, which was surprisingly easy compared to how most casters need too take some time.


@Orihara
 
Mike Addison: Mike's House

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  • Mike went to his freezer and grabbed all the meat he could find. Maybe Diomedes would like veggies too? A big guy has to eat his greens of course. Mike liked them anyway so he grabbed those too. He took off his blazer and tied on an apron with a pi symbol matching the one on his shirt before throwing everything on the stove and got to cooking. It was a huge pleasure to cook for someone other than himself, especially his champion fighter.


    "Dude so do you like come from ancient gladiator times or like what was your home like? I bet you killed all the guys over there. You're pretty cool though who were your parents? Did your mom ever cook up big meals like this because damn man you are just humongous. Not that I'm being mean because that is really what a big fighter wants in his diet. I hope you like veggies because I'm throwing some of that in here, but if not I'll eat those."


    As Mike cooked it was noticeable that he didn't even turn on the stove before cooking because he just used his fire magic to do everything.





    "I'm gonna put some seasoning on this too because this stuff is too good to pass up I tell you it will make your tongue explode in a good way."





    When Mike was done he put everything on plates and set them on the table.





    "Eat as much as you want because I don't want to have any leftovers, and try not to make a big mess because I vacuumed the carpet earlier and also just let me know if you want a drink."





    He smiled and waited to see what Diomedes thought of the food.







@Huntrey
 

Diomedes:

Warrior of Athena, Berserker

Health: 4/4

Master: Michael

Location: Michael's House

Company: Michael

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Diomedes looked down at the man, appreciating his desire of preparation of nourishment before battle and preparatory bonding through speech, but Diomedes was not in a condition to talk. The vocals put a pressure on his mind, the madness that was encased within his armor and weapons still had effects on his abilities as a sane person. The servant wanted to save his strength and prana on enemies, not on conversations. But Mike seemed willing, if not enthusiastic to win, and Diomedes would do his best to attribute him something him for that.


"Mike, ask me what you need to know now." The goliath boomed, the voice not matched by any expression covered by the mask, "I will not speak long.". This was all Diomedes could muster before his chest began curl and coil with the familiar feeling of insanity. His lords would not let him have such leisure as companionship, and as such the many faults in his life against them surged. It was nothing unusual or pleasurable, but it did remind Diomedes what he was fighting for. With the feeling calming after the moments of talking, Diomedes looked down at the food and at the man.


Waiting for his response, Diomedes studied his master. At first thought, someone to summon a Berserker should be strong. To deal with the inevitable rampage and prana output, not to mention the usual personalities that are insane enough to match the class. But, after assessing the stereotypes of Beserker masters, Mike seems to be on the other end of the spectrum. Kind, energetic, and almost compassionate; the man didn't embody any confidence towards battle and his abilities. That, and he lacked physical physique. Diomedes was torn with muscles, and while it was unfair to compare him with himself, he did it subconsciously. Can I really trust him not to leave me on a rampage?


Diomedes shook the thought from his head, knowing the underestimating isn't anything he should do. Mike could be something of genius in magic, and since he had maintained Diomedes it seemed he had excess prana. Maybe he would show his prowess when the time came, but for now Diomedes would hope that cooking wasn't his only great ability.


@Orihara
 
Jack Trinity - Theresa's Terrace

“Bye-Bye, Mr. Claus~”


Jack waved as he watched Rider fly away on the Servant’s sleigh, carrying the little corpse that Jack made. He couldn’t understand Rider’s grief. To Jack, death was simply a fact of life…especially for one who chose to practice magic. Just as his own teacher died by the hands of the Church because she chose to study demonic runes…Theresa died because she chose to participate in the Holy Grail war. Theresa’s death was really her own fault…not that it mattered…since everyone died in the end anyway. Jack saw nothing wrong with quickening what he considered life’s natural process.


Humming a rather creepy tune, Jack drew a sigil on the floor of Theresa’s terrace using the former little mage’s blood that had yet to dry. He figured it would be best to leave soon, since the police was probably on their way. Rider hadn’t exactly been inconspicuous when the heroic spirit summoned his mount. Jack giggled, still finding it HILARIOUS that he ended with Santa Claus of all servants.


He wasn’t worried about Rider leaving as the Servant promised to return and, because of their contract, Jack had little doubt that St. Nick would be able to find him regardless of where he went. As he worked, Jack’s phone rang. Fishing a black Android from his pockets, Jack pressed the item to his ear with one hand, the other still writing the runes in blood.


“Jack the Ripper, speaking~” Jack found the name the police had given him amusing…especially since it utilized his real name. He found it incredibly entertaining that the authorities referred to him by his real name without actually knowing it was his real name.


“Have you accomplished the mission?”


The robotic voice that spoke to Jack, the one intended to mask the owner’s true voice, was the only one Jack ever heard from his employer. Jack had actually never met his employer face to face. The only thing Jack knew about his employer was that the person was a talented mage who wanted the grail, was very wealthy, and apparently very paranoid…so paranoid that he wouldn’t even meet Jack in person when he'd enchanted Jack’s claws. Not that Jack cared. He just enjoyed killing mages.


“Yep, I got Rider” Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. “You won’t BELIEVE the Servant that Little Theresa summoned~”


“It doesn’t matter what Servant you get--though I would have preferred a Saber class. What matters is that you’re now eligible for the Holy Grail War. I’ll send you information about your next target by midnight. Don’t disappoint me.”


“Sure, sure~” Jack replied flippantly as he stepped into the sigil he finished. “Andra…Vok…Andra…Okalo…Liol,” Jack read the runes he wrote, causing the sigil to activate. In an instant, Jack vanished from Theresa’s terrace and the sigil faded, along with all traces that showed Jack ever visited Theresa’s home.


***


Soho, London -- Ten minutes prior to midnight.

Jack sat alone, feet dangling off the roof of his worn apartment building, located in a red-light district, as he waited for info on his next target to arrive. Suddenly, Jack spotted a small, five-year- old boy wandering in the dark alley near his home. The boy’s face was red, as if he had been crying for a while.


Licking his lips, Jack leapt of the roof and landed with amazing dexterity in front of the startled boy. Jack’s face twisted into a malicious grin. “Why hello there, Little Boy ~”


@Tronethiel7
 
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St. Nicholas


Master: Jack Trinity


Central London, St. James Park, within viewing distance of Buckingham Palace


HP: 4/4


Wind carried away the final tendrils of spiraling magic as Nick completed his work. "It is done,"he said, kneeling at the foot of the arcane monument. Before him stood the figure of Theresa, recreated in ice. It was not simply the girl a brutal world had taken away, however. Now, it was as if she had been touched by the divine. She stood upon the crest of her terrace, hair flowing like a river behind her, and staring calmly ahead, poised as if to acknowledge the continuation of the War without her. Nick hoped she would judge it's outcome worthy. A faint glow emanated from the crystalline tomb deepening the shadows upon his lowered face. He sighed, rising to his feet and turning to gaze at Buckingham Palace. He could now depart. No one would likely disturbed this place. The ice has been reinforced with defensive magics so strong, it would take industrial oil drilling equipment to dent it. Furthermore, he had woven it with threads of cheer and contentment. If anyone did come across it, they would stare contentedly at it for bit, and then walk past, having forgotten why they were there in thoughts of happier times.


He hoped these measures would keep the spectacle from breaking the tenants of the war. However, if he drew the attention of church at this point, it wouldn't be much worse than his current predicament. It had been a price worth paying. There were no regrets.


The presence of his master pulsed in Nick's mind, and he turned, facing the direction of the beast. He was not sure what he was going to do. Apparently the device held by the abominable creature could steal command seals, so maybe if he could.....Oh, hogwash, this was a disaster. Nick would have no problem delivering his new master, he winced at thinking the word, over to his just desserts. Who might help him though?


He considered for a moment. Caster would likely complement his abilities well. It would make for a powerful duo, but finding the servant would be difficult. It might be easier for him to pinpoint the location of a child master, such as Theresa had been. There was not guarantee that the grail had chosen another youngling though. He hoped it had not. If he acted swiftly, however, he might be able to make contact with another servant and master before returning to his master. With his sleigh, he could certainly be fast enough.....Caster it was.


He closed his eyes in concentration and began to channel prana in pulsing waves. From their first encounter, it had been clear Nick's master was no star mage. It was likely he would only be able to locate magical occurrences at a short distance. The magic he had employed had seemed crude, if effective. His goal now was to create a prana beacon powerful enough to attract the right attention without alerting his master. Nick was banking on Caster's abilities to since what others might not. He whispered a prayer of fortune, hoping the wrong eyes remained averted, and made himself known.
 
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Ernest Chapman - On his way to St. James Park
10:00 pm

Ernest drummed his fingers against the steer wheel of his green Volkswagon as he waited for the traffic lights to turn green. He glanced up at his rear-view mirror. Ruler was seated in the backseat, still scribbling away in a journal of some sort.




“What are you writing about?” Ernest asked curiously.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself about,” Ruler answered vaguely as she continued to write.

Ernest ignored Ruler’s dismissive tone. “So you were literate during your lifetime?”

“I was,” Ruler answered, finally looking up at Ernest. “My sister was much better than it than I, but we were both expected to learn.”

“Which tells me you were probably from an elite family in your society…upper middle class?”

“Yes,” Ruler mused, a sardonic smile on her face. “We were very wealthy. However, after meeting him, I learned that wealth doesn’t mean much. We are all equal in the eyes of God. No matter how great our Sins, he will forgive if we show repentance because he loves us all…no matter who we are.”

Ernest nodded. “As a person of faith, I can agree to that.” Ernest paused, thinking of the tragic death of the young mage, which he had just learned an hour before. He was sad that the young girl’s life was sacrificed, but at least it brought the Holy Grail War closer to its end. Whether that would be a good or bad thing, Ernest did not know. “The War is moving along faster than I thought. With one of the Masters already eliminated the Servant is sure to follow.”




“Not quite.”

“Wha—,”




“You’ll see once we get to St. James Park.”

Rolling his eyes, Ernest pressed the gas and drove his vehicle forward. He had no idea why Ruler would wanted to go to Central London at this time of night, but he figured letting her go alone would be worst.​





Entry 2—---Summary of the Holy Grail War as documented by Ruler

Date: Dec 15, 2015(cont)


· Zaphiel(@Metaphysics) is with her. They seem to have found the location of all three parts of Lancer’s Lance. Obtaining it should increase Lancer’s power.


· Assassin(@Metaphysics ) continues to search for Saber…


[dice]5915[/dice]


[dice]5916[/dice]


Saber Hidden: 3(dice)


Alabaster Hunts: 7(dice) + 2(wayfinder) + 2(Caster) – 2(Master Servant)= 9


Through sheer determination, and bit of help from Caster(@Tronethiel7 ) creates an elaborate tomb in honor of his previous Master. Rider then releases a powerful prana burst to draw the attention of Caster without drawing the attention of Jack…


[dice]5901[/dice]


[dice]5902[/dice]


[dice]5903[/dice]


[dice]5904[/dice]


[dice]5905[/dice]


[dice]5906[/dice]


[dice]5907[/dice]


[dice]5908[/dice]


[dice]5909[/dice]


[dice]5910[/dice]


[dice]5911[/dice]


[dice]5912[/dice]


[dice]5913[/dice]


[dice]5914[/dice]


Inconspicuousness of Rider’s beacon : 2(dice) + 1(magic)= 3


Caster Notice: 5(dice) + 1(hunter) + 1(god bonus) = 7


Alabaster Notice: 5(dice) – 2(Master-Servant) = 3


Saber Notice: 1(dice)


Zaphiel Notice: 2(dice) - 2(Master-Servant)=0


Archer Notice: 1(dice) + 1(hunter) + 1(Gil bonus) = 3


Ariel Notice: 3(dice) – 2(Master-Servant) = 1


Assassin Notice: 3(dice) + 2(hunter) = 5


Clinton Notice: 6 (dice) – 2(Master-Servant) = 4


Berserker’s Notice: 3(dice)


Mike’s Notice: 1(dice) – 2(Master-Servant) = -1


Lancer’s Notice: 5(dice)


Tabitha’s Notice: 4(dice) – 2(Master-Servant) = 2


Jack’s Notice: 3(dice) + 2(hunter) – 2(Master-Servant) = 3


*The ones underlined can sense Rider’s magic and are able to locate Rider if they wish*


It would seem that Rider’s beacon was far more powerful than he realized. Both Caster and Alabaster could sense Rider’s magic. Unfortunately neither Saber nor Zaphiel are able to sense Rider’s call as they are likely too far away…or too distracted by Zaphiel’s transformation. Ariel does not sense Rider’s magic either. However, in spite of his irritation, Archer is still able to sense Rider’s magic…barely. Both Assassin and Clinton are able to sense Rider’s prana release. Mike is utterly oblivious to Rider’s magic, but Berserker isn’t. Tabitha was too busy being lost to notice Rider’s magic. Fortunately, Lancer does not have this problem. Jack is also able to feel Rider’s magic, likely because he is Rider’s master, but whether or not he chooses to go to Rider is unknown.


How many people will choose to answer Riders efforts? Will the Servants battle? Form alliances? Only time will tell.


Round 4 Begins!

​
 
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Zaphiel Conway - Outskirts of London

​






  • 'What does that even...?'


    Heshe suddenly felt as if hisher body had flown into the air as another surge of power flowed through himher. Something felt odd; heshe felt more -innocent- for some particular reason. As the last bolt of excess magical power left hisher body, heshe stood there for a while, dumbfounded at this particular event. Zaphiel looked around to check if something had changed, but the old house seemed the same. 'A sideffect of the contract with Saber possibly?' heshe brought hisher hand to hisher chin and pondered for a while.


    'It did say something about a magical-'


    Then it hit himher, heshe ran to the other side of the room and pulled off an old, dusty drape that covered an even older mirror. On it's lustruous surface was a young, blonde female who reminded him her of someone. Zaphiel extended hisher right hand as if he was trying to reach into the mirror itself, finally making hisher palm meet with hershis.


    SheHe shone bright while clad in a golden armor that seemed unlike anything heshe had ever seen before, it was beautiful, otherwordly even. 'Who...?' heshe thought as the words failed to escape hisher mouth.


    Zaphiel separated hisher hand from the mirror, as the figure it contained mimicked himher perfectly, a handprint left in it's place, causing the feeling of uneasiness to settle in completely. 'This is...' the thought stopped when heshe decided to slowly avert hisher gaze downwards and noticed a couple of things that weren't supposed to be there. HisHer eyes widened as he she took a step back in amazement; Zaphiel opened hisher mouth, but again, the words failed to manifest.


    He    She lifted hisher hands and looked at them in awe, then in the mirror once more as heshe twirled around a few times to see the back of the armor that heshe was now equipped with. Zaphiel's hands tightened into fists as they shook with frustration and hisher teeth clattered along at the same pace. HeShe turned towards hisher Servant, as the sudden burst of anger finally made himher find hisher voice.

    "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

    ​



    Out came a voice completely alien to himher.


    Although Zaphiel knew deep down...


    That it was     his.


@Proxy
 
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