True Name: Claude Frollo
Class: Caster
Gender: Male
Height: 178 CM
Weight: 65 KG
Alignment: Lawful Evil

Wish for the Grail: To meet with Esmerelda, to attain her as his wife, to kill her.

To love is to destroy.

Personality:

A man who lived a righteous life.

A man who lived a life filled with curiosity.

A man who held an impulse, another voice within him that sought to waylay him.

A man who held a great passion and obsession.

That is the tale of the man who did good and evil in the story of Notre Dame. A man who cannot truly be called evil, who cannot truly be called good. In a sense he is a man who lost his purity when he met the woman who evoked maddening passion in him. It was a woman who waylaid Caster. Yet the potential for madness and evil was always something that lurked within. A man who did good, who resisted the devil and that voice.

Yet in the end he failed.

Background:

The famous Archdeacon from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. A troubled and yet pious man. Despite the high position as a man of faith he engaged in heretical practices and became a great magus along with a priest. Quasimodo himself was in fact a homunculus, created from a perished gyspy babe that he attempted to save and nurse to health. Such a sad ending moved the man, and in an act of both hubris and compassion, Clade Frollo went beyond to try and overcome his failure.

As such he made a homunculus, as such he raised a boy as his son. A homunculus has physical defects, and the genetic material of the gypsy boy was not that of a healthy child in the first place. Abandoned to die.

Yet as long as he lived it would be okay.

Even if their lives together ended in tragedy, even if passions drove men to sin and death.

It was not wrong to pick up that child. It was okay to create life.

The story of Notre Dame is well known, and his life held an overwhelming madness and tragedy to capstone a life of hardship.

Memories of the times that warmed his heart and provided the reason he resisted those impulses throughout his life are faint. Yet they linger, the tempering influence to the man ruined by passion who so single-mindedly pursues one obsession.

Oh Holy Grail. Please grant my wish.

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

Class Skills:

Item Creation: A

A man who dabbled in many fields of magic and alchemy. Claude Frollo is able to create potions, and tools. Given enough time even the creation of homunculi is possible. Although it is not a talent of his.

Territory Creation: A+ The creation of a territory that is a temple is possible. As the Archdeacon of Notre Dame, and one of the most famous relating figures to the Cathedral in the modern era it is not strange then that where Claude Frollo is so too is the Cathedral.
. One of the greatest cathedrals in the world, within its halls the powers of Caster sacraments is elevated to an extremely high level on top of the normal benefits of a Temple. Furthermore various christian relics and tools (Black Keys, and so on, along with what is commonly known to be held there) are contained within its treasury.

Personal Skills:

A+: Knowledge in Pursuit of Obsession

It could said to be a special kind of Expert of Many Specializations.

Knowledge of various church secrets, culture spheres in depth and inklings of dark theories hide within Servant Caster. A rank Numerology, various church sacraments, magecraft, and even a few spells of amazing high thamaturgy are included in this knowledge. However, using this knowledge seems to evoke certain memories in Caster, and cause a degradation in the purity of his existence.
At a certain point a collapse/sublimation of Casters ego may occur and a alteration of his saint graph will happen.

It could be said to be one of the main reasons of Caster's fall to his passions. Yet he is not blameless himself.

Mixed in are his own varied studies on various forms of alchemy, and magecraft. Yet in truth a man such as himself would not have been able to learn enough to become a full-fledged Caster without this knowledge he inherited.

Protection of Faith:A++

Seemingly ironic due to his tale of his fall due to love and desire. Caster is the tale of a man of virtue ruined by passion. Yet the truth is that there is more to his tale. An impulse, another “him” whispered to Caster to take and murder, to take the stage as a ******, and pursue his obsession (Esmerelda).

An impulse, another him that wasn’t him. Something that had taken root and was part of Caster from his birth, having marked him, was manifesting.

Yet Caster was a man who was nothing if determined and pious. His passions and morality were two blazing flames that waged a battle within him, burning him to ash. Yet it was a twin set of flames, one that combated abnormality with abnormality.

An compromised break to maintain Caster as an identity. It is not a divine protection that comes as a power or blessing from a higher existence/godly source, but rather a purity of the mind and body born from his beliefs.

Resolution of Obsession C:

Destructive love, passionate love. To desire a certain Gypsy girl was the drive and ruin of Caster. A passion that united both the ****** and man in a single-minded pursuit. The girl was an existence that must be had by Caster, the girl was an existence that he hated, that he loved.
A girl burned onto the soul that is remembered beyond death. The feelings that Caster holds is complex. Hatred for the loss of his virtue (purity) the need to see her, the need to pursue her, the need to bring her death.

Caster loved the gypsy girl.

But he (it) believed it was hate.

If only if that man was able to learn better the nature of love.

Like a certain spear of love and hatred, the stronger Caster’s passions are towards a target the greater his power against them.

Combat Capabilities:

Armed with Baptismal Rites, magecraft of the church, magecraft that uses Christianity as a base, and various occultic studies... It is usually the case that Caster fights with elemental magecraft and a varied amount of tricks. His many studies and faith present a number of options, earning him the position of a servant of magic.

Hellfire: Evil Seeking Solace from Evil
Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Rank: C

Fires of hell that one uses to punish. Fires of purgatory that remove sin and burn as a karma. A correction of the world under god, a scorching purge that removes that which should not be.

It is the desperate wish of those who are unable to reach perfection, enlightenment or saintliness for salvation that is born of a similar line of thought that led to the childish belief and act of branding and forcing the burden of all the evils of the world to another to absolve one of sin. Following the childish belief that the lack of evil is good, and shaped by the act of pursuing purity as a faithful of god, attempting to strive for an ideal that cannot be human but is instead dictated by the divine.

A crystallization of Caster’s obsessions and struggle between them and his desire to be a good man of god sublimed into a Noble Phantasm.

While it is called hellfire in truth it is more a passive Noble Phantasm that applies an attribute to his magecraft, leaving it akin to righteous flames that would consume Notre Dame if not contained.

The attribute of Judgement is applied to the magecraft of Caster. The effect is similar in a vein to the Baptismal Rites of the Church, being a rejection of that which is recognized as wrong or sinful in the eyes of god. Those that are evil, those that are not human, and so on.

Furthermore with a true name release the true namesake of the Noble Phantasm is evoked. A punishing flame with flames as heated as his passions is unleashed in a unforgiving tide. A grand sorcery in the form of a Noble Phantasm.

True Name: Theseus
Aliases: Slayer of the Minotaur, Athens’ Wise Founder-King, Unifier of Attica
Class: Caster

Gender: Male
Height: 1.83 meters
Weight: 78 kilograms

Alignment: Lawful Good

Wish for the Grail: To live a life of his own, wherein he will not have to care for the responsibilities of a King.

Personality:

Conducting himself in a friendly manner, there is nonetheless a certain severity to his bearing and dignity in his posture that speaks of one that is used to command — as befits someone so remembered as a ‘great king’. Naturally, while he does recall his entire life from beginning to end, you could call this self as one more inclined toward such time, as opposed to the great wandering hero of his youth, so it is not surprising that he conducts himself like so.

Perhaps Theseus’ most defining aspects are three: his pride, his duty as a king and his duty as a hero, in no particular order. To begin with, of course he is prideful — after all, his is one of the most famous tales in his mythology, with various plays and retellings from both contemporary and much later writers, but perhaps it goes deeper than that.

After all, Theseus’ life was filled to the brim with ‘those that died due to Theseus’ actions’. Despite having been a wise king, the fact remains that he was one that brought misfortune upon his loved ones at every turn, from his father, to the women he loved and to his own son — his happiness was the price to pay for the happiness of his people, and thus, Theseus holds on to that pride because if he were to renounce it, it would make their sacrifices meaningless.

The duties of kings and heroes are more simple, if still core to his character — to Theseus, the king and his subjects live depending on one another, to the point that the relationship can be summarized as ‘the king must do everything he can for his people, and his people live for the king’s own sake’. He cannot forgive those that only take, and pities those that only give. The ‘duty of a hero’ goes hand in hand with an existence such as his, as well, because ‘a hero is one who bears the burdens of all in his sight’.

To be a hero is ‘to act virtuously’.

A blasted fool that just can’t bear to watch others cry. But perhaps being a fool isn’t such a bad thing.

Regarding his relationship with the Master, please, you should do well to learn how to brew good coffee, but also remind him that a senior’s duty includes taking his juniors out to a bar after a long day of work — or night, as it were.

Essentially, the expected roles of Master (intern) and Servant (CEO).

Background:

One can’t say that his legend is unknown, though the most famous part remains the middle segment — the travel to Crete and the slaying of the Minotaur.

Son of the Princess of Troezen, his mother was possessed by Poseidon the same night she had conceived him with King Aegeus of Athens, so one could say he was both rightfully child of the King and the Sea God. Trained in courtly and martial matters since boyhood, when he grew into a man, he took the birthright his mortal father had left — a sword and sandals — and parted for Athens to claim his proper place.

Facing various challenges along the way, he achieved fame as a hero long before he met his father, which made the man uneasy about the intentions of the powerful youth, since Theseus had chosen to not to reveal his identity. He was sent in another task to prove himself by his father’s consort, who sought to get rid of him by having Theseus try to subdue the Marathonian Bull.

To her surprise and terror, he succeeded, so her next attempt was poison. Aegeus, however, finally recognized the blade and sandals — and so knocked the cup away and embraced his child. Life would be kind, for a while, until the time to send tribute to King Minos of Crete came.

The circumstances behind that episode are well-understood, so we shall focus on what came after. Following Ariadne’s abandonment under Dyonisius’ command, Theseus was so distraught that he had forgotten to swap the funeral black sails for white ones, and Aegeus believed the worst. Thinking his only son dead, he threw himself to the sea in grief.

Theseus would then have to shoulder the burden of kingship, swallowing his own grief to be the king his subjects deserved. Severe and heartbroken, the road before him seemed miserable, but for one bright spot.

Bright Hippolyta, fiery and independent. She was the second and last woman he ever loved.

Originally, he had only joined Herakles’ expedition to repay a favor, but it all changed when he met that queen. He courted her and, incredibly, she responded to his advances — theirs was the first marriage between an Amazon and a man, and she bore his child, Hippolytus.

The other Amazons did not take kindly to their union, attacking Athens. Despite Theseus’ willingness to die for his people, seeing as it was his fault they were under attack, but that woman ended up sacrificing herself for his sake.

The Amazons left, and Theseus swore to never love again.

His next wife was one of convenience — Ariadne’s sister, princess of Crete, Phaedra, but she ended up falling in love with his son, who rejected her advances. In order to preserve her dignity, she committed suicide and left a ‘confession’ saying that Hippolytus had raped her. In anger, Theseus wished him dead, and he lost his son before the truth was revealed.

His last moments were spent in quiet contemplation, of how his rulership had brought happiness to his subjects but it had come at the cost of the lives of those he loved and his own personal happiness. He had been resigned to the fact that a King cannot do the same as a normal man, but even then. . .it was just too cruel. Even then, he was recipient of a vision — of how he would aid the Athenians in a future battle against the enemy, even after his death.

That was just how it was. If the wicked have no rest, those who punish them must also work relentlessly, but he accepted it. It was his role and duty as King and Hero to do everything he could for his people. Accepting his mistakes alongside his successes, his losses alongside his winnings, he realized that the path he had walked had not been lacking in wrong turns, but it had also possessed right ones.

In the end, that was all a man could wish for in a life.

Parameters

STR: D
CON: D
AGI: B
MGI: A
LCK: C
Noble Phantasm: A

Class Skills

Territory Creation: A. Capability to create a territory that is advantageous to oneself as a magus. Rather than a Workshop, what Caster creates is an Acropolis, a centre of command necessary for the usage of his skills and Noble Phantasms.

Rather than a magus, he acts the part of the ruler.

Item Creation (False): A. Ability to create tools, such as Mystic Codes and potions.

As a magus, Caster’s talent is exceedingly low, but due to his circumstances, he has supplemented his failings through use of the other advantages afforded to him. Whether it refers to elixirs that can heal the most grievous wounds or powerful Mystic Codes, he is able to procure them. However, their creation of such items is still not a process he carries out on his own.

Personal Skills

Divinity: B. Refers to one’s aptitude as a Divine Spirit. In Theseus’ case, he was imbued with Poseidon’s essence while still in the womb, which makes him the son of one of the chief deities of his Pantheon — therefore, he displays a high Rank.

Pankration: A. The most ancient of martial arts boasted of in Greece, an unforgiving combat style pioneered by both Herakles and Theseus that mercilessly seeks to crush the opponent. The technique once used to slay the Minotaur, perfected during his travels across Attica in his youth, to subdue even magical creatures.

Synoikismos: A+. A skill displayed by a select number of heroes. While there are certainly kings who ruthlessly conquered land and kings who ruthlessly defended land, this is a skill furnished to those that ‘unified lands’, bringing them to heel under a common figure and a common purpose, uniformly integrating them to form a greater whole. Normally, it should have possessed a different name, but Caster insists in such.

It is an ability that activates after one has ‘established a foothold’. Once Caster has created the Acropolis, his Territory naturally expands outward and brings the lands around him to heel, ‘unifying them under his rule’.

The great king that brought all of Attica under his own city for the first time in the history of Greece, Theseus is among those heroes honored by having such a deed ascribed to him as a ‘founding king’. He nurtured and protected his city until the last of his days and beyond, to the point of being hailed as its greatest son and his name becoming synonymous with it. Therefore, once this skill activates, the epicenter of his territory and the surrounding land gain a single quality.

— — That is to say, ‘this is, doubtlessly, Athens’.

Blessings of the Sea God: EX. Refers to ‘Theseus’ way of being a Caster’. Normally, those magi from the Age of Gods would sport different Skills to denote such ability, but he lacks any credentials or renown as a sorcerer. By all accounts, he never flung a single spell in his life.

However, he still manifests under this container, and if nothing else, his pride drives him to perform as perfectly as possible. Therefore, he unreasonably burned one of his fabled wishes right away in order to ‘be an excellent Caster’. This has manifested as what amounts to the ability to ‘have Poseidon perform the spell for him’. The things love for a son makes people do.

Regarding the legitimacy of his claim to the class considering such revelation, he will simply smile and say that it is only natural for a king to delegate regarding matters he has less-than-stellar expertise in.

Combat Capabilities: As a Caster, he would likely be disappointing were it not for his father’s aid. While he naturally boasts the highest Territory Creation and an ability to expand it, the issue remains that he was never a magus in life, so his credentials as a Caster would be absolutely abysmal otherwise as a matter of course, lacking Item Creation or even a way to cast spells properly. Were it not for those gifts he has, he would need to rely entirely on his Noble Phantasm to cull those weak enough to fall to the pseudo-underworld and employ his Pankration against those that face him — without being able to rely on anything else. Nonetheless, that is not the case, so his combat effectiveness remains respectable, employing those spells from the Age of Gods without exercising any restraint at all.

Noble Phantasm

Name: Aras — Divine Gifts from the Bountiful Sea
Rank: D
Type: Anti-Unit

There is a certain episode in his legend that speaks of how he protected Ariadne from her father’s fury when he discovered her with him, an Athenian. Just as Minos boasted of being son of Zeus, so did Theseus boast of his status as child of Poseidon.

Seeking to have him prove his claim with a test, Minos threw his ring to the sea and challenged Theseus to retrieve it. Not cowed, the hero dove underwater and searched, eventually finding his way to his father’s kingdom — where Poseidon gave him the ring and promised that, as a gift to his son, he would listen to any three wishes Theseus made and would ‘unerringly see them granted’.

Essentially it is ‘gifting Theseus what he may require’. To accomplish what he alone cannot, to defeat what he alone cannot, his father will doubtlessly provide to the best of his ability.

It should be noted that the wishes themselves are separate from the Noble Phantasm — by itself, it is just a tool that facilitates one-way communication between Theseus and his father, constantly active, taking the form of the ring he fished out of the water during that fateful time.

Summoned under such form, the number of wishes has been necessarily reduced to two in order to fulfill Theseus’ own desire to ‘excel as a Caster’. Poseidon’s love for his child is nothing if not blinding.

Name: Xepernontas Hades — The Heroic Journey Home
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Army

As legend goes, when Theseus retrieved his birthright from under the boulder, Aethra tried to convince him to travel to Athens through the sea — a safe and quick route in comparison to the roads. However, the hero gave a blunt refusal and instead prepared to tread the land on foot until reaching his destination.

His father had asked for someone worthy of his legacy. Therefore, before reaching and confronting him, he would first perform many deeds and acquire fame as a hero. Legend says that, in his way through the roads, he would come upon ‘six entrances to the underworld’-- bloodthirsty killers and monsters that sought to impede the travelers. Effectively, the ‘obstacles a hero must splendidly surpass to reach home’.

Theseus defeated them all. One after another, they fell, to either his wit or his might, and he stubbornly, decisively, made his way to Athens, proving he was worthy of the King’s time. To prove his worth as a son, he chose to surpass the underworld itself and those that had been sent to bar his path see him dead.

The Noble Phantasm forcibly recreates and imposes such condition upon anyone that enters his territory with ‘the purpose of confronting Caster, that is to say, Theseus, King of Athens’. To confront the King, one must prove oneself worthy of his time — and to prove oneself worthy, then their deed can be no lesser. Those journeying with such purpose will find that the environment around them takes on the characteristics of a pseudo-underworld, draining their force of providence with increasing severity as they approach the Acropolis.

Only those who can, without a doubt, surpass such challenge are worthy of entering and doing battle with him to begin with — for a king spares no ear for mewling children. Only those strong heroes that are able to surpass death are accepted as ‘those who can attempt to surpass him’. That is the penultimate challenge of the King of Athens.

There are three kinds of individuals that do not have to submit themselves to such test — those that have passed it before, those Theseus acknowledges as ‘Athenians’ such as his Master (intern) and, naturally, those that are ‘already Athenians to begin with’.

An unreasonable number of expectations set forth by an equally unreasonable man that simply cheers those that try on, and believes in their ability to surpass them.

This concept of struggling against challenges in order to return home (nostos) is prevalent in Greek myth, although perhaps odd in Theseus’ case since his ‘return’ was, effectively, the first time he saw what his ‘home’ (Athens) was like — but there had not once existed doubts regarding that it was home.

True Name: Sigurd, King of Noble Warriors
Class: Saber
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: Earth

Appearance: Though it is perhaps cliché, Saber's own appearance makes it rather easy to tell for anyone that looks upon him that he is 'a great hero'. A lean frame that brims with confidence and strength, his height allows him to tower over most, easily standing at nearly two meters tall, features seemingly carved from marble, no less handsome for it and set into a permanent amused smirk. His skin is tan, taut muscles seemingly bereft of scars despite the notion that the man that boasts of them is a born warrior, and his ashen hair falls down, almost reaching his back, in a mess that is not devoid of its own grace. Though the blood is far too diluted to mean much, he still boasts the red eyes of those who possess the ichor of the divine flowing through their veins, set alight akin to twin crimson pyres, a wild air about him that is his constant companion wherever he goes.

Cutting an imposing figure, he is clad in the armaments of antiquity, a warrior displaced in time. A silver cuirass with blue accents – like breaking waves – along the edges covers his upper body, fashioned into the peak of human physique, made of a certain material long since unavailable to the modern world. Vambraces of the same make and pattern, greaves and boots comprise his armor alongside it and glimpses of fur can be seen, perhaps indicating the wearer is more used to colder climates, black leather pants underneath.

Personality: Summoned as Saber, his 'golden age' has been interpreted to be the form of his younger years – one he doubtlessly prefers the most. A youth that thirsts for excitement and, even though he attempts to sound relatively dignified, he often slips into rougher speech patterns, most prominently when his battle-lust is roused – perhaps part of the fault lies with the distortions of his culture sphere across time, but Sigurd would readily admit to his nature as a sort of hoodlum even while alive. In short, he gives the 'delinquent older brother' impression. Boastful, proud and nonetheless agreeable, Sigurd is what some would not hesitate to call an odd individual – though one who was aware of his tragic life could be led to believe that he would be the type that carries a somber air about him, the reality is far different, being the sort of man one could not help but bond over drinks with, someone who lives in the present, chasing the moment with all his being. He possesses pride, of course – pride as a hero, pride as a man. His entire life was spent thirsting for adventures like a man lost in the desert would thirst for water, whether recorded in the runestones or not – for is it not the duty of a hero to be grander, to live a life more exemplary than anyone else? To seek challenges in the morn, fight the strongest in the afternoon, make merry with one's companions at night and do it all over again the next day? Indeed, much like 'that one', Sigurd's life was spent doing 'what a hero should do', but unlike 'that man', who believed that heroes should merely limit themselves to doing as other asked, dangerous existences that they were, Sigurd's own belief was that a hero should strive towards greatness and follow his own heart more than anything, accomplishing great tasks not because it was requested, but because that was their very nature, how things were meant to be. He has no personal grudges about how his life turned out, even though it was one that was not lacking in wrong turns. 'I did my best, I think, so I will not sully my pride and their memory with regrets.', or so he would say. He met that woman he loved with all his heart and forged priceless friendships – so long as those moments, ephemeral as they were, remain engraved into his heart, Saber personally thinks that there is no point to regrets. Thus, he is not particularly interested in an 'omnipotent wish-granter', seeing the chance to take up his blade and walk again as enough. Though. . .he would not say no to a chance to meet that woman again and make the declaration he once could not. Perhaps that small wish is the only thing that weighs in his memory, even if he does not admit it.

In terms of disposition, he naturally leans towards 'justice', in the sense that he will 'do what he thinks is right because it is the right thing to do'. Even when warned that meeting that woman would surely bring about his ruin and death, he still trudged forward to awaken her and free her from her imprisonment. However, this is not to say he places those with 'good intentions' higher than those with 'evil ambitions', for he is still someone who learned long ago of the inherent unfairness of the world. To begin with, cruelty and kindness are as two sides of the same coin, which means that what truly matters is the drive and capacity to see one's vision through. This viewpoint naturally makes him look down on those he deems as 'having weak wills'.
This means that he is naturally flexible in terms of those he is willing to serve under, and even if he disagrees with the method, so long as the Master shows the drive he appreciates, he is bound to follow orders loyally. The only thing to challenge that loyalty would doubtlessly be nothing short of what he would consider a personal betrayal.

That said, he obviously should have a preferred type of Master. To describe them in a simple manner. . .

'The type of idiot that just does not know how to give up'.

History: The great hero of the Völsunga Saga, and oft regarded as the greatest and most famous within Norse mythology, Sigurd, Son of Sigmund and Slayer of Fafnir. A mortal that lived during the Age of Gods, one through whose veins still ran the blood of Odin, he fostered under Regin, the brother of Fafnir, who would be the one to both give him his famous sword and egg him on to slay the dragon, thereby starting the chain of events that would lead to the episodes depicted in his legend. He would meet a certain woman – a Valkyrie by the name of Brynhildr, whom he would exchange vows with, yet she would nonetheless foretell his doom and marriage to another woman. Eventually parting ways, he would arrive to a certain court, where the queen would slip by him a potion that would force Sigurd to forget all about Brynhildr, and thus render him amenable to marriage with Gudrun.

He would be fast friends with (and loyal to) his brother-in-law, Gunnar, who would attempt to woo Brynhildr herself, but the tests of the Valkyrie would prove too much and, exchanging oaths of secrecy and with a heavy heart, Sigurd would supplant him. He did not remember Brynhildr – he simply felt the acts went against his sense of honor and her own dignity, yet he remained steadfast in his loyalty and successfully passed her tasks, exchanging places with Gunnar once he was no longer needed.

Life would be kind, for a while. But lies, as we all know, cannot last. Eventually discovering the truth, feeling cheated out of the man she desired and burning with indignation, Brynhildr succumbed to her love for Sigurd.

. . .Yet, for a Valkyria that ferries souls to Valhalla, 'to love' is synonymous with 'to kill'. And so, she did, arranging for the death of the man she held so dear. That was the sad end to a sordid tale, and eventually Brynhildr would willingly commit suicide by throwing herself to Sigurd's own funeral pyre, their ashes scattered and mixing in the wind.

Weapon: His sword, Gram, his armor crafted from Fafnir's scales and his mare, Grani.

PARAMETERS
STR: A
END: A+
AGI: B
MGI: A
LCK: E

CLASS SKILLS
Riding: A+. Saber can freely manipulate the simplest vehicles or state-of-the-art technology with ease, and at this Rank, even Phantasmal Beast or Divine Beast-class creatures may be commanded and used as mounts, though it does not apply to members of the 'Dragonkind'.

Magic Resistance: -. A Skill that determines the level of inherent resistance the Servant possesses against Thaumaturgy that attempts direct interference upon the self.

. . .However, it has been lost.

PERSONAL SKILLS
Revelation: B. An anecdote of his story tells of his consumption of the dragon's blood and later, heart, and following this, he was able to know of the dwarf Regin's plan to murder him and have Fafnir's hoard entirely for himself thanks to the birds warning him ahead of time, after which Sigurd killed the dwarf. He is not truly talking with them – rather, upon consumption, he artificially inherited a sort of 'wisdom' that manifested itself as a strange connection with the world. He is able to interpret the song of birds, the caress of the wind upon blades of grass and the thrum of mana in the air as warnings or advice on 'what is the best path' or 'what will come next'. However, Saber seems to have willingly sealed it away, or is otherwise ignoring it wholesale. The only leftover is a persistent sense of 'déjà vu'. Perhaps it is not something that should be said, but Saber seems to be less than fond of this. Through use of a Command Spell, it has been unsealed.

Prana Defense: A+. A variation of the skill known as 'Prana Burst'. The fundamentals remain unchanged – use of prana as fuel to accomplish greater feats, but this variation is oriented purely towards defense. Effectively, it is 'magical energy translated into armor'. The act of bathing in Fafnir's blood changed the nature of his existence to that of a 'dragon', and the act of partaking in its flesh and organs gifted him with the so-called 'Dragon Factor' – effectively, Saber is constantly wrapped in magical energy reminiscent to that of such creatures, suffusing the entirety of his physical form, and even without accounting for any physical protections, his body alone is already on par with the Dragonkind – such is the true nature of 'the hero Sigurd's invincible skin' so often praised. However, this invulnerability possesses the same caveat that would be expected – a linden leaf stuck to his back while bathing, and made that place the only one of his body the blood would not reach, and thus, the only true weakness in a defense that should have been, by all rights, absolute.

Due to this, his Saint Graph as a whole manifests the nature of a 'Dragon', and thus, he is liable to be more vulnerable against heroes or weapons associated with 'Dragon Extermination'. It is quite ironic that the bane of one of the greatest dragon-slayers would be 'kindred spirits'.

Rune Magic: B. Skill to employ Runes, the ancient Magic Crest of Northern Europe. Having obtained all eighteen from that Valkyrie he once met, herself having mastered them long ago, his skill with magecraft is beyond doubt, and proper employment would see him able to concoct even a shield capable of blocking a great Noble Phantasm, enhancing attributes or attacks and even mount a defense against high-grade Mystic Eyes.

Perhaps owing to who taught him, he treasures the knowledge for more than just whatever advantages it might offer.

Inversion Impulse: E. The urge to give in to an impulse that is both 'inherent to the self' yet 'completely alien to the self'. In the case of Sigurd, this impulse speaks to the nature of 'Dragon' that pervades his Saint Graph, the blood running through his veins and drenching his skin. Fafnir was not a two-bit lesser drake – but rather, an archetypal existence that burned the meaning of 'dragon' in generations to come, only rivalled by one other. Tapping into this forbidden well causes a surge in STR not too dissimilar to the effect of Monstrous Strength.

However, every time it is used, there will be a Rank-up to the Skill. Through E to B, no changes will occur in the physical sense – though the Servant's psyche may be compromised, if still functional – but, as the grudge of his blade grows and this Skill attains its apex, should it be used for one last time when it reaches A Rank, a shift will be made manifest upon Sigurd's Saint Graph, turning him into something far removed from the man he is now.

NOBLE PHANTASM
Grani – Through the Flames, Nothing shall Bar Our Path
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 1-99
A fantastical existence known as Grani, Sigurd's much beloved gray mare. The horse itself is of magnificent stock – a gift from Odin while disguised as an old man, through its veins runs the blood of Sleipnir. Though it has attained 'only' Phantasmal Beast status, it should be noted that its age and lineage make it an incredibly strong specimen. Sigurd may call Grani during combat in order to supplement his mobility and attempt to trample his enemies under powerful hooves, but in the end, this is not the true use of 'Grani, Sigurd's Noble Phantasm', so much as it is a use of 'Grani, Sigurd's powerful mount'.

Rather than 'combat', the Noble Phantasm could be said to be a combination of both Sigurd and Grani in tandem used for 'travel'. A certain fragment of his legend speaks of how one of Gunnar's tasks was to pass the ring of fire in order to court Brynhildr, and it is noted to be a task only Grani could accomplish – and only with Sigurd using it as his mount. There are no mentions of why such a thing was required or how such a feat was accomplished beyond the implied 'Grani was the best of horses, and Sigurd the best of heroes', and the Noble Phantasm is both a crystallization of the feat and the implication it carried. No matter how treacherous the path, complicated the Bounded Field or well-defended the fortress, should the True Name of the Noble Phantasm be activated, Sigurd and Grani will inevitably appear at their set destination as though by spatial transference – effectively 'Grani and Sigurd must travel through treacherous ground in order to arrive' shifts into 'Grani and Sigurd travelled through treacherous ground in order to arrive', forcing the world to conform to such 'truth' and skipping the 'journey'. So long as Sigurd knows where the place he wishes to travel to is located, they shall 'certainly reach their destination'.While this steed should only be accessible with it’s true capabilities if Sigurd is summoned in the Rider class, the bonus of Staging Ground allows for the ability to remain.

It could be said to be similar to a writer's own laziness in not figuring out a means through which the hero could have bypassed the traps in his way, and simply insisting that he did because 'this is one of those situations where the destination is more important than the journey, isn't it? Just get on with the story!'. Of course, the flipside of such is that the farther away the destination and the more dangerous the path (interesting from a storytelling standpoint), the more magical energy will be consumed if the Noble Phantasm is used.

Audiences are truly merciless.

En med snøen- One with the Snow, the Cloak of Deceit
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Range: 1
The cloak which Sigurd wore in the trials Gunther underwent to aid him secretly. When he puts the cloak on, his presence vanishes, and he becomes hidden entirely from the world. Wearing it also gives Sigurd a Strength modifier of a single +. Thanks to the many anecdotes involving the cloak being offered to another to use, Sigurd can freely give this cloak to anyone and allow them to use its effects without a drain upon themselves. There is also a point about how the true strength of the cloak lies in its capability to shift a user to a desired form, but Sigurd is unable to bring out the true potential in it.

Gram – Blade of Glory, Blade of Ruin.
Rank: A ++
Type: Anti-Army
Maximum Number of Targets: 500
Range: 1-99
The fabled 'sword in the tree which grants sovereignty', a prototype of the arguably more famous 'sword in the stone that selects the king', doubtlessly among the strongest of magic swords and the very strongest blade of Norse origin. Originally crafted by the gods and retrieved by Sigurd's father, Sigmund, it was broken by Odin's Gungnir during battle. An episode of his legend tells of his quest to find a sword 'worthy of a hero' that will permit him to slay Fafnir. Regin forged for him two meager blades, which broke upon testing due to Sigurd's phenomenal might, and in the end, the youth handed the dwarf the remnants of his father's blade in order to remake it for the son. However, this is not the end of the tale.

Indeed, it was first forged by the gods. Indeed, it was remade by the dwarf – inhuman in both make and size, boasting enormity only such hands could confer. Yet, at the same time, it was weak because it had been remade – Mystery, once lost, cannot be regained. Such is the way of the world, and Gram's was lost the very moment Odin broke it. Thus, although first-rate and able to withstand Sigurd's strength, the blade itself was still a shadow of its former self – its self when it was unbroken and unsullied, which could never be attained again regardless of the smith being the lowest wretch of the mortal realm or the highest among gods. Instead, a different route was taken.

Its nature shifted. Its form shifted. Its identity shifted. Gone was the elegant Sword in the Tree – make way now for the blade that would bring about glory beyond measure and ruin beyond measure, a sword that collected into itself the hatred and curses of the fallen, a demonic blade steeped in the grudges of those slain by Sigurd. Those grudges are the chief source of its power – for hatred that lasts beyond death is no small thing, promising 'glory on the battlefield'. Yet, at the same time, they also bring about the 'ruin' of the wielder – causing Sigurd's Luck to plummet.

In practical terms, the blade will absorb Mana from the surrounding area and passively feast upon Sigurd's magical energy upon being wielded, accumulating it within. Thus, the longer the battle goes on, the faster it can be activated, which can be useful under certain circumstances. Runes carved upon the flat of the blade channel and augment – 'amplify' – the prana within, and True Name invocation will cause an explosive release of magical energy for the purpose of 'destruction' alone. Compared to the elegant gold slashes of certain Holy Swords and the semicircle of searing twilight unleashed by one in particular, Demonic Blade Gram's release is shaped like a raging, unreasonable cone of vivid crimson that even Sigurd has great difficulty controlling, and it would be no less than ruinous if loosed carelessly, able to match even that Holy Sword which is touted as 'the strongest'.

Physically, the blade is shaped like a truly gargantuan greatsword, almost longer than Sigurd himself is tall and as wide as two and a half adult hands pressed flat. Unlike the more ornate weapons of the era said to be wielded by this man, Gram carries nothing to disguise its true nature – a masterfully crafted killing tool, lacking even a guard, and devoted solely to bringing about the deaths of those in the path of the swing. Though razor sharp – Regin was indeed a master of his craft – its enormity makes it seem more like it would be used as a giant, bladed club than an actual cutting tool like Sigurd can – and indeed, any man that does not possess the strength of the aforementioned dragon-slayer would find it nearly impossible to even lift it, much less wield it, and would likely decry it as far too massive to be called a sword – more like a lump of metal with a handle that would be more at home displayed as a parody. As mentioned, various runes are carved upon the blade and are key to its use as a Noble Phantasm – though they also accomplish a 'warding', keeping the grudges of the slain Gram so greedily feasts upon contained within the steel. An unwieldy demonic weapon that one would think to be the tool of a villain, nonetheless owned by a first-rate hero that passed on to the annals of history.

Incidentally, it would be renamed 'Balmung' at a later date, most prominently within Wagner's Nibelungenlied and Ring Cycle in general, suffering a change in appearance and a revision to its origins, shifting its nature once more. One cannot help but be thankful for this – after all, 'that man' already had enough troubles heaped upon him.

Name: Johann Einzbern
Age: 1 ½ years old
Gender: Male
Weight: 50kg
Height: 5’9”
Elemental Affinity: Void
Alignment: True Neutral
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Magic Circuits
Number: A
Quality: A
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Magecraft/Abilities: As a manufactured homunculus with his focus being in the generation, manipulation, and general understanding of prana, Johann would be expected to be capable of a grand number of things.

Unfortunately, that is not the case. Being stuck in a coma a month after his “birth” left him capable of only activating his circuits and using some basics. However, due to the way he was created, even in his current state he is capable of using his circuits. He still dreams, and still twitches, but he cannot escape his coma.
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Other Abilities: A comatose Homunculus. What do you think.
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Mystic Codes/ Magical Items: A nice wheelchair that doubles as a bed. The wheelchair can also move on it’s own quite quickly if powered with prana.
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Weapons/ Other Belongings: A group of Homunculi created by the Einzbern factory sent along with Johann in order to take care of him and be able to defend him. Only one is a proper combat Homunculus created by the Einzberns, while the other 5 are failures much in the same sense as Johann, with flaws in their creation preventing them from operating at their best. The name of the “proper” Einzbern homunculus that is the leader of the group is Anneliese. The others did not warrant names.
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Personality: An inquisitive child, who barely got to see much of the castle before slipping into a coma, much less learn of the world outside. Little understanding of the true nature of the outside world, leading to much enthusiasm if he ever gets to interact with something new. Unfortunately, with his comatose state, he isn’t exactly capable of such.

Not only is he a curious soul, Johann is also very blunt, generally preferring the direct path, an immediate solution. As a young child, he harbors a powerful desire to “know the ending”, not having grown enough to understand the joy of the Journey to reach such a point. He may regret such rash behavior in the future, however.

Capable of understanding others, due to the pain he himself lives in of no life at all. Believes that living any moment of your life without enjoying it to the fullest is a waste.

Background: A Homunculus created by the Einzbern factory with the purpose of being able to channel immense amounts of prana safely and easily. A prototype model to try and recreate Justeaze with the necessary capability to serve as a Lesser Grail.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately deemed a failure. Trash. A reject of the Einzbern house. His talent and function kept him alive and under care, but he was unable to serve as a Lesser Grail, nor was he capable of moving on his own due to his own coma. However, his mind is still active beneath it all, slowly, dreaming and wishing.

Finally, the Einzbern family decided to send him to the war in Germany. A reject being sent offhand to research the possibility of a knockoff or fake. The main important resources were sent to Fuyuki to pursue the true grail, but some things were spared for the side-project. Mostly trash, but why invest any more in something not confirmed to be real?
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Wish/Reason for Being in the War: While Johann does have a personal wish, he understands his duty first and foremost to the Einzbern family. To retrieve the Greater Grail, he must fight in this war. However- that does not dispose him of his wish. He wishes to live life as a real person, to enjoy what could have been, had he been “normal”.

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Name: Magnus Knagenhjelm
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Weight: 62 kg
Height: 181 cm
Elemental Affinity: Earth
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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Magic Circuits
Number: D
Quality: A
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Magecraft/Abilities:

Alchemy: Since he is from Thule, Magnus isn't all that good in Alchemy as a whole. Instead, his skills lie in the manipulation of metals.

Runes: As a magus from Thule, Magnus is very skilled in runes. He uses the Elder Futhark rune set.

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Other Abilities:

Outside of magecraft, Magnus is fairly skilled in cooking, sewing, writing, and reading.
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Mystic Codes/ Magical Items:

His Hair: While it might appear real, it isn't actually. Every hair on his head is actually a metal wire that merely looks like hair, and normally feels like it as well. As a side note, it is actually only a few inches off of the floor.

Rune Stones: He has a bag filled with pre-written rune stones.

Giant Runes: A set of giant runes loaned to Magnus by Thule. They function as a means to empower his current runes.
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Weapons/ Other Belongings: Cartons of Cigarettes, lighters, matches, markers, and carving tools.
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Personality: Magnus, like most magi, constantly walks that borderline between life and death. A step too far in either direction is dangerous, and absolutely fatal to one who lives as a magus. In order to constantly live in this limbo, one must have a mechanism to deal with this. In Magnus' case, he takes the common cope, and that is by being disconnected with the around him. The world is a cruel, dangerous place, especially for a magi.

There is no point in taking pleasure from such an unsavory place.

Instead, Magnus finds joy in the world of the arcane. It too is a dangerous, vicious world, but one can shut themselves within their house for years on end. After all, research and knowledge is what makes a magus.

Of course, as one who commits himself to the world of magecraft, he has committed himself to the root, and to Thule as well. Magnus will follow these commitments to his grave, as that is the proper choice for one who is a magus. If he must risk his life in order to take part in the joyous world of magi, then that is the price he must pay.

Generally speaking, he is fairly easy to get along with, albeit a bit boring. A man who follows the role assigned to him perfectly is a good tool, but as a person? They could hardly be called such. In that regard, Magnus is severally lacking when it comes to being a person, and probably seems more like a Homunculus than anything.

Background: Time.

Time is cruel, unsavory, evil thing that chips apart at humanity. It is the one thing that nobody in this world can truly avoid, not even even Old Man Kaleidoscope. Time approaches everything, and like stone in the desert, it will erode one's existence until nothing is left.

Even if one can make their body live forever, their soul will rot.

If they can avoid their soul rotting, then they will become monsters, no longer being a member of humanity.

If they can somehow achieve all of the above, then the eventual destruction of everything will wipe them away.

In this regard, the goal of achieving the root can almost never be done within one life time. Of course, magi have worked around this, and thus, the Crest is used to continue one's research onto their next of kin. In that sense, Magi as a whole only have to worry until the end of everything, right?

Incorrect, mystery is rapidly evaporating from this world, and soon enough, there will be no magi left. In that regard, Magi have too little of time left to reach the root. In the ever present fear of running out of time, the Sea of Estray attempts to look into the past for the answer for the future problem.

As a part of the Sea of Estray, Thule Society specializes in Runes. The Knagenhjelm family are fairly prominent within Thule, and have been for several centuries at this point. Just like the society they are attached too, they search for the Root in magecraft of the past, like Runes. And, much like the magecraft they practice so hard in, they too were in decline.

Their political skills kept their standing politically, but their circuits were dwindling with each generation. At least, until Magnus was born.

Much like his father before him, Magnus was born with a below average amount of circuits, but the quality of his circuits were the highest the family had ever seen. This was a sign to the family, that if they can back, so too can magecraft. Thus, the fate of the future was put on Magnus' shoulders.

Of course, he actually never noticed this. Instead, he was simply happy he could do magecraft, as it was completely possible for his family's bloodline to have died with his birth.

Nothing truly eventful has happened in his life beyond a few missions from Thule, and him doing some research.

Now, he is in the Holy Grail War, sent by Thule as their representative.
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Wish/Reason for Being in the War: Thule told him too

True Name: Pandarus
Aliases: Prince of Zeleia
Class: Archer
Gender: Male
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 96 kg
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Wish for the Grail: To go back, and not fire the arrow at Menelaus.

Personality: A confident, witty man, though cunning, and a fairly skilled orator. His personality has been seen as a bit of a paradox, though one that makes complete sense to him. Pandarus knows when to be wise-cracking, when the time for jokes has to become to an end. As the Prince of a kingdom, his skill as a politician was paramount, but a warrior doesn't need to constantly be a politician.

In a sense, he reflects the situation he faced into, though everything comes with a bit of a knowing smirk. He has a bit of a weakness for cute girls, but he "refuses" to let that overtake him.

Has a serious hatred of Athena.

Background: Born as the Prince of Zeleia, Pandarus was born for greatness. Even at a young age, he was a skilled hunter, killing a ram and creating a bow from it's horns. His skill as a hunter as a boy caught Apollo's eyes. That, on top of Zeleia being deeply devout to Apollo, led to him training Pandarus himself.

The training lasted for many years, but eventually, his training was complete. As a graduation present, Apollo gave Pandarus his bow and arrows. Thankful for the God's support, Pandarus gave him an offering, and returned to his Kingdom. Upon his return, there was a large celebration. After all, it was incredibly rare for a God to teach any mortal. Legends were already beginning to spread about Pandarus, and he would have more exploits to further his fame.

Now, where did it all go wrong?

As it did for many heroes, The Trojan War was ultimately what stopped this budding young hero. His kingdom was an ally of Troy, and he brought his army in order to assist them. By this time, his legend was already incredibly well known, and he was considered an archer without peer. He led his armies into battle without fear, and it seemed to be going incredibly well.

Until Athena happened.

During a truce where the Achaens, and Trojans could have made peace, and there may have been a peaceful return of Helen, Athena spoke out to Pandarus. Athena wanted nothing more than for Troy to fall, and this peace wouldn't result in that. In an effort to start the fighting once more, she found the greatest Archer on the Trojan side, and told him to shoot Menelaus. She assured him that there would be nothing but honor if he was to kill Menelaus right now, and so, trusting the Goddess, Pandarus fired an arrow into Menelaus. This arrow would have surely killed him...

If it wasn't for Athena.

Instead of an attack that would have killed Menelaus, Athena knocked the arrow a bit, making it severely wound Menelaus, but not something fatal. Just to be sure that he would survive this, Athena healed him.

With the potential peace treaty now completely out of the realm of possibility, the two sides continued to fight. Pandarus would fight as well, at least, until he was pulled aside by Aeneas. He asked for his assistance in dealing with Diomedes, who was causing a mayhem on the battlefield.

Pandarus was hesitant at first, knowing that Diomedes had gained the favor of some God, which is why he was so strong. However, he had Apollo on his side, and it wasn't like Diomedes had Athena backing him.

Well, of course he did.

Diomedes had Athena blocking nearly all of the arrows, though those that hit were nearly fatal. When their chariots got closer, Diomedes threw his spear at Pandarus, and Athena guided it, making sure it would impale Pandarus right through his head.

Thus, this was the end of Pandarus. A hero who should have been greater, but had the unfortunate luck of being hated by Athena.

Stats

Strength B
Endurance: C
Agility: A+
Magical Energy: B
Luck: D

Class Skills:

Independent Action: A
It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.

Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Personal Skills:

Clairvoyance: C

Simply looking from a high location is sufficient to fully survey a town and search for enemies. In addition, Clairvoyance will affect the accuracy of bows. It connotes superior visual perception and dynamic occipital capture, such as to supplement the long-range aiming of projectile weapons.

Eye of the Mind (False): B

A natural talent to foresee/sense and avoid danger on the basis of an innate 6th sense, intuition, or prescience. The accuracy of this instinct can be augmented by experience. The ability also grants an effect of offering resistance against penalties caused by visual obstructions

Mana Burst (Flames): A
A version of Mana Burst that infuses weapons with Magical Energy that imparts a flame effect.

A Skill that came attached to his Noble Phantasm that he received from the Sun God Apollo. Jet-like burst of mana is released, not from his body, but as propulsion for his arrows, allowing them to pierce Pandarus' enemies faster than a rifle.

Military Tactics: C+
Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

Was regarded a knowledgeable, and famous general in his homeland of Lycia. When charging headfirst after sending a prayer to Apollo, he gains his modifier.

Combat Capabilities: A true Archer at heart, Pandarus prefers to sit back and fire his arrows from a distance. He can fire arrows at an incredible speed, so he tries his best to end fights before anyone gets too close. In the event that someone does, as he was trained by Apollo, he has some minor skill in melee combat, but he would surely be defeated by an expert.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Delphinius: Bow of the Sun
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Description: A Divine Construct forged by Hephaestus himself for Apollo. The young God desired to hunt, and after begging Hephaestus long enough, he was gifted a silver bow of the sun. It was a weapon used by Apollo to slay many beasts, such as the Python at Delphi. After Pandarus' training with Apollo, the God loaned him his bow.

The bow is an inescapable part of Apollo's legend, as well as possessing the bow being the second greatest feat done by Pandarus. As it is a bow of the sun, it grants Pandarus Mana Burst (Flames). On top of that, it comes equipped with Apollo's arrows as well. As they were used to slay many monsters, the arrows themselves come with an Anti-Monster attribute.

The true power of the bow comes when the true name is invoked. As it is one with Apollo, and Apollo is one with the sun, it could be said that the bow itself is the sun at it's peak. Once the name is invoked, a powerful blast, on par with the destructive force of the sun, is released. Even the blast from the Knight of the Sun can't compare with the true power of the sun itself.

Where Phoebus Calamity seeks to kill, this Noble Phantasm only cares for complete destruction.

Name: Phoebus Calamity: A Summoning of Apollo's Wrath
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Description: Despite sharing a similar theme to the Noble Phantasm of another Greek Archer, it takes place from an entirely different legend. Before leading his army into battle against the Achaens, Pandarus fired an arrow into the sky as an offering to Apollo. In response, arrows flew down from the heavens against the enemy army.

Nocking an arrow, an offering for Apollo, he aims them at the sky as they begin to shine, before releasing them at a great enough speed that they pierce through the clouds while leaving behind a glittering trail. Shortly after, there comes a faint light filling the sky and a sound similar to falling rain, but instead of it being a rain of water, it is a rain of arrows of light falling onto the enemies like a downpour. As the malevolent gods seek a sacrifice, they scatter down a "torrential rain under the name of calamity" on the next turn after it is invoked, carrying out an attack on all enemies. It is possible to set the range of the downpour, letting it spread over the battlefield or focusing it all onto a single enemy.

Concentrated targeting to purify a single enemy is much stronger. The option to switch between raining arrows over a wide area or a narrow area makes it a very convenient Noble Phantasm.

Name: Truce Breaker: Arrow That Ends Peace
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Army
Description: Archer's greatest feat, if it can even be called that, was him firing an arrow into Menelaus during a temporary truce, forcing the fighting to start up once more. Of course, this wasn't Pandarus' idea, but the idea of Athena. The Goddess came over to the warrior, and whispered into his ear the renown he would gain if he slayed Menalus. False promises of the war ending, and a Trojan victory all because he fired this arrow. Needless to say, firing his arrow only brought Pandarus heartache.

Instead of an arrow meant to strike and kill, this Noble Phantasm acts a means to cause chaos among those who are caught in it's path. Those caught begin to break into battle, clashing and fighting just as the Trojans and Achaeans did. There is no concept of truce, or peace, or even ally. Hell must break lose upon the battlefield, as it what was the Goddess wished. None are free from this effect, for it is the decree of a Goddess.