@PKMNB0Y I really do still need to read Apocrypha tho. I have a lot of lore catch up to do come to think of it. I have basically been dead since Fate Ataraxia came out.
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@Raineh DazeBoring and forgettable! Are you out of your wits? Have you even seen the magnitude of the nipples I am talking about? No one forgets that level of gilded man tits. You may try, but you will be destined to fail.
@Rin The 80's are sacred. You don't just take nipples that golden and CHANGE them lightly.
@VitaVitaAR I'm just wondering what is going to happen with Mordred and King Arthur in the same party.
Walgrave
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@Flamelord
As the tall figure of an armored warrior stood before him Walgrave found himself thinking back on the Mysteries he had seen through his life. It had been more than a few. Though diminished, the modern age was not devoid of wonders. From the extravagant experiments hosted by the nobles houses, to the subtle but immeasurably strong prana of an elemental, to the dark menacing power of the Dead Apostles he had seen first hand Walgrave considered himself well versed in the higher mysteries that yet remained in the world. They were a rare sight these days after all, and he appreciated them.
So it was with a peculiar feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time that he recognized one of these greater mysteries standing before him now. After a moment he recognized it as fear. Fear and excitement.
Every inch of this marvelous creature was pulsing, drowning and simply overflowing with Prana. An immortal, an elemental in human form, it was something beyond anything he had quite laid eyes on before.
It was with a jolt that he realized the being had asked him a question. He had been staring at it vacantly for the past fifteen seconds.
"...Yes. I am the one who... hrrm, called you... up. I am your.. Master." The old magi rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. He fumbled for old formalities that had once seemed second nature, but now made their way past his lips like gears clogged with grime.
He gestured vacantly for the Servant to kneel and ask the question that would allow him to bind this Servant to his prana pool. "Say the hmmm... words. Complete the contract..."
I have added a very basic picture to Berserkers appearance section, not quite comfortable leaving it completely blank.
@Flamelord Sorry forgot to send to you. In any case, Alexander has been summoned.
Walgrave
Post#2
@Flamelord
The creature Walgrave listened to the commands of the Grand Marshal with rapt attention. He concealed his disappointment as perfectly as he concealed his simultaneous relief. He had been dreading the murderous games that he had expected to ensue among his colleagues nearly as much as he had been anticipating them. Not that his suspicions were entirely allayed, but surely the words of the great Schweinorg would sway the major part of the young party at least. For the rest of them... well, he would keep a careful eye out as always.
Gazing around the room a finnal time he briefly crossed eyes with one of the older members of the party, a spectacled man in a pale green suit. He would endeavor to draw close to this figure when the time was right, for Walgrave judged that he was of a more stern aspect than the various other youngsters who had congregated here.
Slowly, he turned and frowned down at the glimmering circle that lay about his feet. This Magecraft in a way, would be one of the greatest that he had ever performed, supported as it was by another entity, it was a moment to remember. He stooped down, feeling the contours of the crisscrossing summoning lines play about his fingers. Under his clothes the numerous cockroaches that were his familiars began to scuttle about as they felt his power activate. He begun to chant.
Light began to fill the room as Walgrave muttered the words of summoning like a dirge. "Blessed Root, iron doorway beyond the world, answer this rotting one. The earth is dying and soon the sun shall fail, but your doors will last long even into the utter dark. Grant us your benediction, send forth a small piece of that eternity..."
His words began to blur together into an unending murmur as the light of the summoning circle became brilliant.
Sinfjötli
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@ShadowKingman
Deep within the Throne of Heroes the words of a mortal were trickling down, drawing up a spirit from the depths of the host of legends. It bounded up from some dark forgotten corner of the spirit's realm, cautiously at first it followed the tendrils of Prana that were drawing it back to the mortal realm and then began to pick up speed, loping eagerly towards the offer of a second life.
In a shower of light a large armored youth stepped into the middle of a summoning circle on earth. He was handsome, tall, thickly built but balanced and decked from head to toe in shining white and gold mail, crowned with a thick helm. The gleaming outfit was offset only by the pelt of an immense black wolf draped over his shoulders like a cape, it's skinned and cured head resting over his mailed breast. Skinned as it was, somehow the empty eye sockets of the cloak seemed to still gleam...
Sinfjötli locked eyes with a strange looking girl as knowledge began to flood into his mind along with his newly gained form. He felt a brief rush of something like rage as the Berserker class was imparted upon him, but then he was grinning and falling to one knee before the auburn haired girl.
"I ask of you, are you my Master?"
@ShadowKingman We shall see... :D
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