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Hua Mulan, Forest Area, Sundown

@All


The ballad of Rider is often romanticized and to some point strays away from the actual facts of her legends(?). Different variations, different takes on her tale, almost muddled to a certain degree. But one thing is absolute about her stories: the description of her unyielding courage echoes throughout the heart of her countrymen and is definitely well known for.

No more hiding, time to get to know the other servants first hand.

Instead of scouting, why not make the others come to her? it's much easier that way, right?

Rider spins her flag and plants it on the ground. 'Whoosh' outcomes a howling wind, making the trees in the area rustle like crazy.

Her strange aura emits in the middle of the forest of Montana, letting her presence known to those who can pick up within the radius of her current location.

Was Rider craving for a death wish this early? eh, you could say that, or perhaps this was part of her unorthodox tactics. Either way, She solely went on this quest to somehow buy more time for her master's preparations back home. Truly a rebellious individual this ambiguous warrior is.

Fortune favors the bold as they say. An invitation was set to those who participate in this holy grail war. Come what may, friend or foe, greater than her or not. It doesn't matter and quite frankly she doesn't care. Come, test your might or just let your presence known those who come to investigate this area.

A mysterious soldier coated in metal stands firm and awaits in the midst of the white forest.

Mah 1st servant char on this site

*raises hand*

Hua Mulan, Poor District


Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice.
These are the stuff girls are made off. But the grail added three extra enhancement in shaping this servant:
Intensity, Bravery, and Honor!
As for compatibility sake, it only makes sense for a rebellious spirit such as Jacob acquiring a rebellious heroic spirit from the past.
Lemme hook you up with some intense music as I introduce you to one of China's famous heroine.
First impression are always the most important




The location was set.

The wind howls with sheer intensity as the summoning takes place.

The light surrounding the summoning circle suddenly turns into a vortex of untamed flares.

A silhouette of a dragon's head abruptly manifests within the confines of the flames and was replaced by a soldier-like figure in an instant.

Was Jacob seeing things? dunno, but It was pretty wild, man.

The smoke clears and a stoic figure emerges in the midst of the ashes.

What the fuck did Jacob just summon?

This Chinese imperial soldier is ridiculously equipped with all sorts of traditional weapons that the knight classes would normally wield.

Was it a saber? due to the fact this servant has a sheathed short sword on its side;

Or was it an archer, due to the recurve longbow equipped on its back;

Or perhaps, perhaps...This is a lancer servant? since this heavily armored lad is wielding some sort of long flagpole on its right arm as its main weapon.

Well, If you guess one of these classes, well you're sadly misguided and just got played.

"At ease soldier, I of the Rider class is here to assist you in your conquest" A man's voice booms inside its helm."Well, speak up, master, did you lost your tongue as well as your arm?" Rider removes its helm that conceals her identity.

"Heh," She teased and casually place her lance on the back of her shoulders. A tomboyish attitude yet a beautiful face appears before her metal-armed master.

@Kyuuzen


Clay Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmadomeestate, Rich District


Here in the frigid snowy plains of Montana, lives a man who practically owns everything. A hedonistic visionary who cultivate the land into his own profit and has his own private mansion scattered across almost everything the light touches. This is the tale of the magus known as 'the Prospector' and how he got himself tangled in this version of the holy grail war:

The sound of heavy machinery drilling, The sound of buzzsaws humming, The sound of hammers repeatedly pounding upon the freshly cut lumbers from the forest of the plains, multiple underpaid workers grudgingly starting their day off early this morning just to do construction labor in order to put some little food on their plate despite the frigid conditions here in Montana. This is truly despicable. What kind of an inconsiderate money-hungry industrialist would force these people to do this kind of things at a moments notice, just to benefit in reforming his own land from their ill-payed hard labor?

"Gawd, I love the smell of money in the morning" A plump old man grins mischievously, sniffing the fresh country air, adjusting his expensive belt buckle around his waist and watches from the luxury of his mansion's windows, admiring the view of his latest real estate project here in the rich district.

"Here's the finest fresh brew coffee you order sir" A well-dressed butler knocks and enters his room.

Clay takes a sip and didn't even bother to look or acknowledge at his manservant. Clearly, he was so fixated in this own world and vividly imagining on what his future project would be as he continues to stare at his window. He can only see dollar signs in his eyes right about now.

"Also, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it appears to be some reports of an incident on the museum early this morning"

"Say what boy!? Also, this taste like shit.. you're fired!" Clay violently spat out his coffee.

"uhh.. Sir about the museum?"

"Right, right..good call, I've changed my mind, you're hired!" he waves his hand."just cover it up for the time being. it's probably some wild deer broke in or something.. Don't wanna scare off the investors and tourist with something trivial as that." He scoffs.

"Uh.."

"Well, what are you waiting for BOY! i didn't hire you just to stand around! time is money!" He exclaims loud, frightening the poor lad and nervously scoots away, slamming the door on his way out.

As soon as the manservant left his office. Clay sighed and takes out several letters from his pocket. In his hand lies the letters of different investors, stamps with different international flags from which they came from various mage association around the world, this was truly confidential and for Clay's eyes only to see. The news spread fast around the world when the grail got stolen and was brought here in this very state. It seems the Prospector has received some foreign proposition outside the country, having an extra income is always welcome for the pockets of a businessman such as himself. Now the only question is, how deep will they go on their pockets?


"Just as though I was out, they pull me back in.."
Clay deeply sighed. He's too old for participating in this shit.

Luckily for him, his magecraft hasn't withered like his old age. It only gets better. A bounded field was set up around his property to keep those pesky mages and IRS people away from his own personal business. A smart marketing strategy as Clay would describe it.

Now to perform the ritual inside the comfort of his luxurious library. A summoning circle was drawn and the setting was in order.

A piece of an unfinished manuscript was chosen out of the many catalysts his investors sends him. Was it the right choice? eh, can't say, Either way, Clay fancies his tunes from the past, old people then to gravitate towards the classics.

Let's get this over with, I have a business arrangement, gold mines to manage and a pedicure session later this noon.

Clay adjusted his cowboy hat and steps forth towards the circle, extending his hand and begin his incantation. What was it again?

"I-say.. i-say.. i-do declare, heed my prayers and answer my call, Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah magus of the throne I call upon thee..From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power, Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance! or something, c'mon, I don't got all day.."

The old coot's half-ass incantation seems to be doing something as the circle reacts and shimmers.

A mystical bright light blinds the room as Clay steps back and shielded his eyes.

A magical red-hot symbol was suddenly imprinted on the old man's fist.

When the smoke clears and everything was settled, An enigmatic figure emerges in the middle the circle.

Summoning success? <question mark>

"What in tarnation? Well.. Speak up BOY"

@Scallop
group up with Kyboosh, probably somewhere near the incident.
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