Archer
King of Heroes
@ValkyrieRose
Celtchar's grey eyes widened in surprise as he heard Rosette speak of the extents of her abilities. A modern day magus interfering with a Caster? Such was unheard of, especially if such a caster was from the legendary age of gods that Celtchar was from.
"My quite impressive me young master, but yah see, I can't quite see any ol' magecraf' doin' much to magus from me own age. In fact, no offense to you me master, my runic magecraf' seems more advanced then most any ol' magus from this new age can do. But that ain't a matter fer concern now eh? When yah have such a perfect servant like me hah!" Celtchar said, ending his exposition with a joking chuckle. He had no doubt that his master was competent, but he did not sense an air of antiquated splendor emanating from her as he had sensed with other renowned magus in his time. Although he could not discern her true age as her nature as a dead apostle, Celtchar could not imagine any modern day dead apostle to be too well versed in powerful mysteries of old, but if the Caster in question in this war was to be from after the Age of Gods, then it was entirely possible to overpower such a Caster under unique circumstances.
Celtchar shook his head and yawned, the effort it took to thinking of such nuances taking it's toll on him.
"Well young master, shall we go out a' huntin', tis' already night." said Celtchar, sensing from his internal clock which was honed from his experience in the wild and as more of a hound than man.
Celtchar grasped his spear firmly in his right arm and twirled it fancily with his fingers four times, a small habit he performed before engaging in any battle. Slinging the spear over his right shoulder, Celtchar stared at Rosette expectantly, awaiting her order.
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@JusticeSword
Ruler noted who he was fighting against. Gawain, one of the foremost knights of the round table. And in life, one of the radiant figures that he looked up to. But that was Sir Galahad, the entity before Gawain is best referred to as a separate entity from that which is Galahad, merely being a manifestation of the grail's corrupt will. Ruler immediately drew back into battle stance, his knightly poise and technical expertise as the greatest of round table knights making itself known. It was a defensive stance, with balance centered firmly with sword pointed horizontally in front of the Arimathean aegis. Of course Gawain would be able to see the inscription of Ruler's sword, the familiar inscription of the sword of the stone that made Galahad known to all knights of the round table. Ruler was currently around eight meters away from Gawain, and on the defensive. However, the tendrils of viscous black mud orbiting around Ruler instead went on the offensive, contorting their snake like bodies while stretching forward like missiles, twisting ad turning to home in on Gawain.
Each of the ten tendrils were fired in short intervals so that Gawain would have to be completely on the defensive. The outcome of the battle lay in Gawain's first move. If he parried the mud tendril, it would merely splatter and form on his body, corrupting it and disabling the body parts where the mud crawled on. From then on the other tendrils would easily shower Gawain in the potent curse of the world's evils, corrupting him completely. If Gawain sensed this danger and eased back, opting to dodge, then Ruler would be forced into an offense, yet invariably a favorable one as Gawain would have to defend on several different fronts, which would be a pressing task even with the girdle. It did not help that all of the mud tendrils could reform from Ruler's corrupt aura, and it would require an attack designed to wipe them all out in an instant to stop their existence.
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@SereneDeity
Kana gazed up at the servant she had summoned, impressed and awed by the overwhelming power emanating from him. Kana had waited quite late in order to summon her servant so that her mana could be at it's absolute peak state, and it seemed as if the efforts had paid off. At least that's what her infallible confidence told her, unable to accept that she had drawn anything but the best with her talent and prowess. Kana raised her brow as she noticed her servant's smirk, attempting to decipher what kind of expression it was. In any case, she would find out how they worked together within a few exchanges. For now her servant had asked her simple questions to seal the contract and to probe her capacities probably. Containing her excitement amiably, Kana responded with a controlled but friendly tone.
"My name is Kana Tohsaka, and I would prefer if you simply called me Tohsaka. Who am I hm? Well I guess I would be your run of the mill master, except with more talent and magical potential, not to be bragging here but I'm sure you can sense it already from how well your prana is being supplied. Now then, why have I summoned you? I'm sure we both know the answer to that question. To win the war obviously, and on that subject, it's a honor to witness you in the flesh"
Kana tensed up as she felt an anomaly around the Tohsaka manor. It was ever so subtle, but at the same time a glaring discrepancy amid the highly ordered and secure bounded fields and security systems of the manor. A small discharge of prana, concealed, but obviously concealed by a third rate magus incapable of producing a concealment spell of top tier caliber which would have been required to go completely unnoticed. Kana cocked her head in confusion, ruminating as to whether this was merely some sort of disturbance in the bounded field system or perhaps...
An early attack? Considering Kana's position as the Tohsaka heir, it was highly likely that someone might have the apparently bright idea of taking her out early. In either case, Kana would have to investigate as she would have to repair any bounded fields that were not working properly or engage these masters and servants in combat. Of course she rushed headlong outside without thinking of a plan, too confident and too impulsive as she always been.
"Well well, look at that. Looks like we have enemies already, mind if we go out and investigate?" asked Kana, her left hand twitching in anticipation of a possible engagement. On the calmer and planning side of things, Kana was no expert although her firepower often made up for anything. Hopefully her servant was more rational.
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@CrimsonEclipse
Vars gasped, straining for air. The sudden movement sloshed the puddle of his own blood around and about him, scattering it in odd patterns around Vars. He had programmed an automated healing spell that regenerated the damage done to him, and, empowered by two command seals, the healing had been enough to recover from even a lethal wound. It was a miracle that Vars's soul was able to cling onto his body for the five minutes it took for the healing to work, and indeed Vars made a silent prayer to God in thanks. He stood up abruptly and leisurely walked back to his office where he replaced his priestly vestments with fresh ones. He cleaned himself up and soon enough he appeared as if a sword had not sliced through his intestines and almost killed him. One could not that these garments were different however, ornately decorated with insignia of the Executors. Cloth reinforced and blessed by the Church, capable of deflecting bullets and withstanding high pressure as well as extreme elemental damage. Vars slipped in twenty black keys inside the vast pockets of his frock in preparation for some sort of battle perhaps. The Book of End lay strapped tightly around Vars's waist with a holy shroud.
Nothing had gone according to Vars's calculations. The grail had sensed Vars's intentions and had warped the Ruler class servant into a mindless automaton that did its will. And like a fool, Vars had granted the grail enough energy to manifest it's will outwardly through the Book of End siphoning energy from multiple dimensions through the Second Magic. All it needed to do now was capture the grail vessel, the Einzbern homonculus, and perform the ritual by itself after killing perhaps four servants at maximum. Truly this was no longer a war between magi and servants, but an inevitable birthing of a primordial concept of evil that would annihilate most of humanity. Now then what to do? Vars could attempt to explain the situation to the other masters, but would they trust him? Probably not, unless Vars had a way to let them witness the Ruler class servant and it's corrupt form perhaps. But first he needed to secure the Einzbern homonculus's safety, which was likely being jeopardized at this moment. But how could he save the vessel from the likes of Ruler? He needed a servant.
Vars sensed the field of the Church being breached again, and smiled again. It was a smile imbued with both an unnatural expectation and fearsome cruelty. He exited his office and walked down the aisle of the gloomy church, meeting a young man aged around thirty dressed in a black suit. On his right hand, which he held towards Vars, were three command seals. The man had come to register, albeit rather late.
"Ah you are the last master to register it seems, but your servant has been summoned and year seals have manifested. Your servant is just outside the church yes?" asked Vars without a hint of emotion in the tone so as to not give off any hints of his intentions. He suspected that the servant was outside, unable to enter due to the church forbidding the concept of servants to step within it's grounds.
The magus answered nonchalantly with a friendly and clear voice.
"Yup, I couldn't get the catalyst in quick order so my summoning was pretty late but I think I'm good. Anyways am I all set?"
Vars's smile broadened, sending chills down the man's spine.
"Yes. Yes. Your all set."
Vars immediately dashed forward, entering into martial poise before striking the magus before him with a powerful upward elbow strike that connected directly with the man's chin. The man's jawbone shattered into hundreds of fragments as his consciousness faded away almost immediately from the force of the blow.
Vars viewed the man sprawled on the ground as if viewing meat to be butchered.
"Now then, for those command seals."
Vars took out a black key, a rounded black cross that formed a blade out of spiritual matter to form a sword of sorts. He held the key in his right hand and knelt by the man's right side. One quick slash, and the arm was completely severed. Blood began pooling from the man's arm which was severed at the elbow. Vars triumphantly held the man's twitching forearm and hand with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
After extracting the command seals to control the magus's servant, Vars stepped outside to greet his new servant. It was likely that said servant was not going to be cooperative, and Vars was prepared to force obedience with a command seal. He saw the servant soon enough. A headless being that radiated an oppressive aura as if it were dread incarnate.
"Greetings my new servant, as you know, I am now your new master. I trust there are no objections yes?"
Vars held up his right hand, revealing te three command spells which began to glow as Vars prepared himself to use one in the case the servant made any hostile movements.
Celtchar's grey eyes widened in surprise as he heard Rosette speak of the extents of her abilities. A modern day magus interfering with a Caster? Such was unheard of, especially if such a caster was from the legendary age of gods that Celtchar was from.
"My quite impressive me young master, but yah see, I can't quite see any ol' magecraf' doin' much to magus from me own age. In fact, no offense to you me master, my runic magecraf' seems more advanced then most any ol' magus from this new age can do. But that ain't a matter fer concern now eh? When yah have such a perfect servant like me hah!" Celtchar said, ending his exposition with a joking chuckle. He had no doubt that his master was competent, but he did not sense an air of antiquated splendor emanating from her as he had sensed with other renowned magus in his time. Although he could not discern her true age as her nature as a dead apostle, Celtchar could not imagine any modern day dead apostle to be too well versed in powerful mysteries of old, but if the Caster in question in this war was to be from after the Age of Gods, then it was entirely possible to overpower such a Caster under unique circumstances.
Celtchar shook his head and yawned, the effort it took to thinking of such nuances taking it's toll on him.
"Well young master, shall we go out a' huntin', tis' already night." said Celtchar, sensing from his internal clock which was honed from his experience in the wild and as more of a hound than man.
Celtchar grasped his spear firmly in his right arm and twirled it fancily with his fingers four times, a small habit he performed before engaging in any battle. Slinging the spear over his right shoulder, Celtchar stared at Rosette expectantly, awaiting her order.
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@JusticeSword
Ruler noted who he was fighting against. Gawain, one of the foremost knights of the round table. And in life, one of the radiant figures that he looked up to. But that was Sir Galahad, the entity before Gawain is best referred to as a separate entity from that which is Galahad, merely being a manifestation of the grail's corrupt will. Ruler immediately drew back into battle stance, his knightly poise and technical expertise as the greatest of round table knights making itself known. It was a defensive stance, with balance centered firmly with sword pointed horizontally in front of the Arimathean aegis. Of course Gawain would be able to see the inscription of Ruler's sword, the familiar inscription of the sword of the stone that made Galahad known to all knights of the round table. Ruler was currently around eight meters away from Gawain, and on the defensive. However, the tendrils of viscous black mud orbiting around Ruler instead went on the offensive, contorting their snake like bodies while stretching forward like missiles, twisting ad turning to home in on Gawain.
Each of the ten tendrils were fired in short intervals so that Gawain would have to be completely on the defensive. The outcome of the battle lay in Gawain's first move. If he parried the mud tendril, it would merely splatter and form on his body, corrupting it and disabling the body parts where the mud crawled on. From then on the other tendrils would easily shower Gawain in the potent curse of the world's evils, corrupting him completely. If Gawain sensed this danger and eased back, opting to dodge, then Ruler would be forced into an offense, yet invariably a favorable one as Gawain would have to defend on several different fronts, which would be a pressing task even with the girdle. It did not help that all of the mud tendrils could reform from Ruler's corrupt aura, and it would require an attack designed to wipe them all out in an instant to stop their existence.
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@SereneDeity
Kana gazed up at the servant she had summoned, impressed and awed by the overwhelming power emanating from him. Kana had waited quite late in order to summon her servant so that her mana could be at it's absolute peak state, and it seemed as if the efforts had paid off. At least that's what her infallible confidence told her, unable to accept that she had drawn anything but the best with her talent and prowess. Kana raised her brow as she noticed her servant's smirk, attempting to decipher what kind of expression it was. In any case, she would find out how they worked together within a few exchanges. For now her servant had asked her simple questions to seal the contract and to probe her capacities probably. Containing her excitement amiably, Kana responded with a controlled but friendly tone.
"My name is Kana Tohsaka, and I would prefer if you simply called me Tohsaka. Who am I hm? Well I guess I would be your run of the mill master, except with more talent and magical potential, not to be bragging here but I'm sure you can sense it already from how well your prana is being supplied. Now then, why have I summoned you? I'm sure we both know the answer to that question. To win the war obviously, and on that subject, it's a honor to witness you in the flesh"
Kana tensed up as she felt an anomaly around the Tohsaka manor. It was ever so subtle, but at the same time a glaring discrepancy amid the highly ordered and secure bounded fields and security systems of the manor. A small discharge of prana, concealed, but obviously concealed by a third rate magus incapable of producing a concealment spell of top tier caliber which would have been required to go completely unnoticed. Kana cocked her head in confusion, ruminating as to whether this was merely some sort of disturbance in the bounded field system or perhaps...
An early attack? Considering Kana's position as the Tohsaka heir, it was highly likely that someone might have the apparently bright idea of taking her out early. In either case, Kana would have to investigate as she would have to repair any bounded fields that were not working properly or engage these masters and servants in combat. Of course she rushed headlong outside without thinking of a plan, too confident and too impulsive as she always been.
"Well well, look at that. Looks like we have enemies already, mind if we go out and investigate?" asked Kana, her left hand twitching in anticipation of a possible engagement. On the calmer and planning side of things, Kana was no expert although her firepower often made up for anything. Hopefully her servant was more rational.
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@CrimsonEclipse
Vars gasped, straining for air. The sudden movement sloshed the puddle of his own blood around and about him, scattering it in odd patterns around Vars. He had programmed an automated healing spell that regenerated the damage done to him, and, empowered by two command seals, the healing had been enough to recover from even a lethal wound. It was a miracle that Vars's soul was able to cling onto his body for the five minutes it took for the healing to work, and indeed Vars made a silent prayer to God in thanks. He stood up abruptly and leisurely walked back to his office where he replaced his priestly vestments with fresh ones. He cleaned himself up and soon enough he appeared as if a sword had not sliced through his intestines and almost killed him. One could not that these garments were different however, ornately decorated with insignia of the Executors. Cloth reinforced and blessed by the Church, capable of deflecting bullets and withstanding high pressure as well as extreme elemental damage. Vars slipped in twenty black keys inside the vast pockets of his frock in preparation for some sort of battle perhaps. The Book of End lay strapped tightly around Vars's waist with a holy shroud.
Nothing had gone according to Vars's calculations. The grail had sensed Vars's intentions and had warped the Ruler class servant into a mindless automaton that did its will. And like a fool, Vars had granted the grail enough energy to manifest it's will outwardly through the Book of End siphoning energy from multiple dimensions through the Second Magic. All it needed to do now was capture the grail vessel, the Einzbern homonculus, and perform the ritual by itself after killing perhaps four servants at maximum. Truly this was no longer a war between magi and servants, but an inevitable birthing of a primordial concept of evil that would annihilate most of humanity. Now then what to do? Vars could attempt to explain the situation to the other masters, but would they trust him? Probably not, unless Vars had a way to let them witness the Ruler class servant and it's corrupt form perhaps. But first he needed to secure the Einzbern homonculus's safety, which was likely being jeopardized at this moment. But how could he save the vessel from the likes of Ruler? He needed a servant.
Vars sensed the field of the Church being breached again, and smiled again. It was a smile imbued with both an unnatural expectation and fearsome cruelty. He exited his office and walked down the aisle of the gloomy church, meeting a young man aged around thirty dressed in a black suit. On his right hand, which he held towards Vars, were three command seals. The man had come to register, albeit rather late.
"Ah you are the last master to register it seems, but your servant has been summoned and year seals have manifested. Your servant is just outside the church yes?" asked Vars without a hint of emotion in the tone so as to not give off any hints of his intentions. He suspected that the servant was outside, unable to enter due to the church forbidding the concept of servants to step within it's grounds.
The magus answered nonchalantly with a friendly and clear voice.
"Yup, I couldn't get the catalyst in quick order so my summoning was pretty late but I think I'm good. Anyways am I all set?"
Vars's smile broadened, sending chills down the man's spine.
"Yes. Yes. Your all set."
Vars immediately dashed forward, entering into martial poise before striking the magus before him with a powerful upward elbow strike that connected directly with the man's chin. The man's jawbone shattered into hundreds of fragments as his consciousness faded away almost immediately from the force of the blow.
Vars viewed the man sprawled on the ground as if viewing meat to be butchered.
"Now then, for those command seals."
Vars took out a black key, a rounded black cross that formed a blade out of spiritual matter to form a sword of sorts. He held the key in his right hand and knelt by the man's right side. One quick slash, and the arm was completely severed. Blood began pooling from the man's arm which was severed at the elbow. Vars triumphantly held the man's twitching forearm and hand with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
After extracting the command seals to control the magus's servant, Vars stepped outside to greet his new servant. It was likely that said servant was not going to be cooperative, and Vars was prepared to force obedience with a command seal. He saw the servant soon enough. A headless being that radiated an oppressive aura as if it were dread incarnate.
"Greetings my new servant, as you know, I am now your new master. I trust there are no objections yes?"
Vars held up his right hand, revealing te three command spells which began to glow as Vars prepared himself to use one in the case the servant made any hostile movements.
