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Meanwhile, we have several people with E luck...
Servant Players: "Eh, luck isn't a big deal, I'll just skimp on it."

GM: "...just like I planned."

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lol. Yup. Don't underestimate luck.

You can have the strongest servant in the world, but they won't win if they don't have any. Just ask Cu:closedeyessmile:
To be fair if you want to last a decent length of time, having that terrible luck isn't bad. It wants to maximize screwing you over with bad stuff happening to you and give you some false hope before striping it away near the end in the most anti-climatic way possible. The greatest despair is obtained by giving someone false hope.
 
Alright, so if anyone can get me up to speed with what's happening, Who is at the Dark team party at St. Paul, and who's attacking them?
 
Cause there's Lancer of light, Saber of light, Berserker of Dark, Archer of Dark, and Rider of Dark? In terms of Servants. Cause I feel like I'm missing someone.
 
Alright, so if anyone can get me up to speed with what's happening, Who is at the Dark team party at St. Paul, and who's attacking them?
Ah don't worry about it. Just say you surrender and things can be wrapped up nice and quickly! Don't worry putting too much thought into it, its much easier to just give up!

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Bold of you to assume Garm knows how to surrender
Aww I'm sure you do.. just star into Lancer's eyes and really look at her. Totally not some sort of mystic eye thing going on or anything.

In short, Ambush is happening, place is surrounded in plants and effectively a poison is effecting everyone inside with the light side having an antidote to keep them from being affected by it. The servants... probably less effected though to some extent though primarily the Master's are the ones who would be in a state where the longer they are exposed the worst off they will be. Quirky would be able to tell you more exactly the situation with the finer points. As far as the situation basiclaly L Lancer is on one side of the room where as L Saber is on the other right now, which not usually a big problem considering the Masters are poisoned and also in the room its a pretty dangerous spot to be in where they could easily be hurt while being less able to react due to the poison. :P
 
Aww I'm sure you do.. just star into Lancer's eyes and really look at her. Totally not some sort of mystic eye thing going on or anything.

In short, Ambush is happening, place is surrounded in plants and effectively a poison is effecting everyone inside with the light side having an antidote to keep them from being affected by it. The servants... probably less effected though to some extent though primarily the Master's are the ones who would be in a state where the longer they are exposed the worst off they will be. Quirky would be able to tell you more exactly the situation with the finer points. As far as the situation basiclaly L Lancer is on one side of the room where as L Saber is on the other right now, which not usually a big problem considering the Masters are poisoned and also in the room its a pretty dangerous spot to be in where they could easily be hurt while being less able to react due to the poison. :P
Garm laughing in Noble Phantasm
 
Cause there's Lancer of light, Saber of light, Berserker of Dark, Archer of Dark, and Rider of Dark? In terms of Servants. Cause I feel like I'm missing someone.

Lancer of Dark was sent crashing into the wall by Saber of Light.

Archer of Light is somewhere far away (under presence concealment) and supporting the two Light Servants with ranged fire.

The rest is as Hana described.
 
My post is a mess. Event's, thoughts, and voices in Berserker's head are all in the same type of text.
 
Archer of Darkness
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At that moment when Saber of Light crashed through the ceiling, Archer felt an emotion he had not experienced since he was much, much younger. He had been unprepared to fight even a single servant, but it seemed that this was no mere accidental appearance. Sheer panic coursed through his mind as another servant, in the form of a woman draped in many layers of clothing, burst through a window. The air was becoming choked with a sickening smell as if a garden from hell had sprung up beneath their feet. With the enemies so close he was surely done for. A deep sense of despair began to creep in from the corners of his mind. He felt weak again. Would his struggle for a better world end here, at the hands of an ambush?

No, no, he could not allow that! From within those moments of despair grew a fire. Passionate feelings began to eat away at Archer's reason. Hatred for the enemy, loyalty to the cause, and above all a lust for battle consumed him. Staring defeat in the face had awakened a little madness in the king. With this awakened resolve, an acrid black smoke began seeping out of the seams of his clothes. As it coiled through the air the heat of the smoke made little particles in the air catch fire into sparks, which cascaded to the ground. With the last scrap of remaining courtesy, he called out to his master, on whom the burden of this assault would fall.

"I'm sorry master, but for the good of this war, our cause, I must do this. Retreat is not an option, nor is defeat. We must face fate head-on, and as a consequence, you may fall. I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll get this chance again!" With that, the foolish Archer began to unleash his noble phantasm. He leaped upwards, landing above the two servants of light and the party of darkness. The trails of smoke which choked the air around him began to swirl around his body as he charged the attack. They crept down his arm, down to the rifle, which itself had begun to pulse with magical energy. Raising the weapon above his head, he began the incantation.


"Soldiers of my most beloved army, come forward now from the black smoke of eternity!
Our home is chaos, our language is turmoil!
Meet me on the battlefield so we may rain fire and death upon our enemies!

ETERNAL BLACK LEGION!"

With that Archer pulled the trigger of his rifle, firing a shot. Rather than a bullet, what came from the barrel was a massive cloud of black smoke. It spread rapidly, consuming everything within the cathedral, centered around Archer. Within that cloud, Archer saw his reality marble coalesce around him. A battlefield burned and blasted by this new gunpowder warfare, sprawled before him. Pieces of armor, riddled with holes from shot littered the ground at his feet. Behind him, he could feel the presence of whatever allies he had pulled into this world, further back was the lancer of light, along with the distant cloud of smoke and violence which would soon materialize into his army. In front of him, surrounded by the debris of war and death, stood the saber class servant. He placed his foot on top of a split helmet and taunted the girl. He made sure to turn while speaking so that both servants could properly hear his proclamation.

"Welcome to my home, servants of light! I have decided to treat you to my full power for as long as my master can bear. Can you last that long, mongrels?" As he spoke, the black clouds began to gather around him, soon, his army would form around him, he just needed a little more time.


Noble Phantasm Reveal:

Name: Eternal Black Legion
Rank: A+
Type: Reality Marble

Info: A wretched mental landscape from Archer's past. Contains his army, the Black Legion. Has a high mana cost. The army takes some time to coalesce within the marble.

QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel wdinatx wdinatx @Nenma Takashi Hanarei Hanarei @Dante Verren Prince_ Prince_
I should have waited til after this.

Can you last that long, mongrels?
HEY, THAT'S MY LINE!
 

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