Dawn

Fate/Shattered Dogma

Interested. I'll likely apply for Bahsahkah.

Labyrinth

The interior of the workshop was...depressing, to say the least. The demographic was primarily composed of rather burly and, to be blunt, unattractive males, hammering away at hot metal while occasionally glancing at a certain figure with noticeable figure.

This certain figure was a small girl carrying a comically oversized hammer, the God Hephaestus.

"What is this shit?! You didn't heat it up enough, genius!"

Coming to a stop next to where a specific guild member was working, Hephaestus snarled in a manner utterly uncharacteristic for one of her build, glaring at the slab of metal the human was working on before lifting her hammer from her shoulder...

-And mercilessly slamming it into the guild member's stomach.

While it was obvious the God had not used her full strength, all guild members present cringed reflexively at the sight, while the struck man himself fell to his knees, eyes bulging from his head.

"Fuck's sake, is it too much to ask for someone compe-" Still muttering, Hephaestus paused as she realized that Alexander and the man who had shown him to the back had just entered.

This was followed with her hammer striking said guild member with her hammer, and some muttering about "unsupervised fuckin' ember stones". After doing this, though, she looked over to Alexander with a bland expression.

"Well? What're you doing here? You smell like Ares, so you're not here to join, and you look too poor to get anything here. Unless you've got some materials for me, get out." She stated simply, before shooting a glare at the collective guild members behind her. "Speaking of which, you fucks had better not let that Metal Slime's core get destroyed! If some moron just destroys it, all of you are going to be my punching bags for the next week!"

It looked like Heph-chan was an angry person.

Labyrinth

After a sizable length of time, Alexander was at last greeted by a heavy-set male shambling up to the front room of the workshop, visibly exhausted and with no shortage of bruises along his body. "...h-hello." He greeted, his voice gravelly and somewhat worn, as though he had decided to party whilst having a sore throat the previous night. "Welcome to Hephaestus's workshop, how can I-"

"Oy, which of you idiots thought it was a smart idea to just walk away from your station while leaving a fuckin' Ember Stone resting on wood?!"

Interrupting the male, a shrill yell from the back cut through the air, loud enough to make both the male and Alexander flinch reflexively. Moments later, a harsh crash sounded out from the back, like a hammer had just mercilessly assaulted something.

That's probably exactly what it was, actually.

The man's face paled sharply as he turned to face the back door, swallowing weakly. "Sorry, I'll have to ask that you accompany me to the back. Somebody else can help you there." He explained, murmuring a quick prayer under his breath as he moved to step into the back of the workshop.

Labyrinth

How did I seriously not notice that post.

Sorry Zomb, real life's kicking my ass a bit. I'll have a post up tomorrow, though~

Magic Battle Royale Thing

I'll go ahead and give this just one bump~

Magic Battle Royale Thing

Götterdämmerung

The end of the gods is nigh.
Thus, do I throw this torch at Valhalla's vaulting towers.

In the time before recorded history, human civilizations that had advanced leagues beyond modern man waged war against one another, all in the name of conquest and power. As these wars drew on and casualties grew higher, the civilizations became desperate, and called upon the World itself to grant them the power to exceed their mortal limits. In modern terms, this power would be called "magic".

The humans took command of this power.

The humans lost control of this power.

The humans lost everything.

Now, eras later, civilization has been rebuilt. The modern world has come into being, and the old days have faded into the sands of time. The World is no longer a place where magic exists; its laws have changed, its nature shifted.

But...one class of relic remains. Magical artifacts, forged by the World itself and imbued with incomprehensible might. Melding with the soul of their user to endow power, these artifacts were the tool by which the ancient civilizations destroyed each other. Against the test of time, a small handful of these artifacts remain.

A pawn shop purchase that was bought on a whim. A family heirloom that has been passed down. These items do not appear to be anything special, merely antique objects. Indeed, were they tested by modern science, their age would not appear to be anything shocking. Magic no longer exists, so the weapons are nothing worth noting.

However, something has changed. By the machinations of an unknown pair of beings, the owners of these remaining artifacts have been gathered in a single town. Oblivious as to the nature of these artifacts, these humans all live in their ordinarily daily lives.

Until one day.

One day, where this pair of beings use that bygone power of "magic".

The world changes, the sky glowing in an unnatural light as all humans vanish, all humans, save for the owners of these artifacts. In this twisted world, this altered magic field, the artifacts regain their lost luster, their lost might. They once more bind themselves to the souls of their owners, they once more grant the power to shatter the world.

It is then that the pair of beings make themselves known, and inform these humans of a simple fact.

They are to fight to the death. Only one may survive, and the rest will fall without exception.

The choice is yours. Accept your death solemnly. Slaughter a path to survival. Wage war against the "Game Masters" that have dared to bring you into this situation. But, just as the choice is yours, so too is the blame.

Welcome to the boundary between sin and salvation.

Welcome to the final magic war of the world.

Welcome to the Twilight of the Gods.

Labyrinth

After the passage of a handful of seconds, the temple gates opened themselves, the lone figure of Vishnu standing behind them. The God looked forwards at Alexander and Cran with a warm smile, a sky blue robe covering his form.

"Ah, an injured child of man, and a warrior of Ares have come to visit." Vishnu stated simply, nodding as if agreeing with his own words. "Even I can tell why you would come to my temple; there is no need to explain. Come, come, it's safest if I treat you whilst you are lying down, to make sure everything stays aligned. Most of my Guild members are in the meditation hall, so you may come to my chamber; I will have to trouble you to help your friend there, child of Ares; this body of mine is not up to the task, as it is. I also just finished making some tea, if you would like some."

After saying these words, the God of Preservation turned around and began walking deeper into the temple grounds, gesturing for the humans to follow.

Roma Invicta

Magical Girl won't be around until after Chapter Zero. So, for now, you'll have to settle with this nerd.

Lucius

Personal Information

Name:
Lucius Perperna Metellus

Gender:
Male

Birthday:
15/01/77

Age:
45

Height/Weight:
180 cm/73 kg

Appearance:
A man of adequate height, rather long black hair, a steely gaze and a stoic presence. Generally dons a red cloak of sorts. Does not actually smoke.

Equipment:
Scroll, a few denarii.

Hard Assets:
A sizable amount of stored wealth in the form of silver, a house and small surrounding tract of arable land.

Psychoanalysis

Merits:
Rationally-minded, a thinker who doesn't let emotion muck with decision calculus.
Excellent negotiator, persuader, and propagandist; in the field of influencing and understanding humans, he has few peers.

Flaws:
A human who views himself as nonhuman; as he seems himself as a tool, there is little sense of self-preservation.
Bearer of a distorted mentality; would sooner bring about an eternal war than peace.

Tragic Flaw:
-

Personality:
A docile, calm individual with a silver tongue, who seems to rarely allow his emotions to get the better of him. A rational, long-term-thinking individual, with a good grasp on reality and an innovative mind. An invaluable diplomatic force.
At the same time, a distorted existence for the sole reason that he sees humans as a beautiful thing, an existence with boundless potential, but at the same time views them as unpolished. To that end, Lucius has oriented his nature around the precept of "bringing out the inner beauty of man".
Even this would not be particularly noteworthy, for most cases. After all, the desire to help others reach their ideal self is a worthy cause, not one which should be called distorted. The problem, then, lies in what Lucius views as beautiful.
Frenzy, rage, visceral emotion. Not the bakkheia that drink brings, but the uncensored frenzy born from nothing more than human desire, human lust, human hatred, greed, rage, hunger. Lucius is a being that views that which is vile as beautiful, that sees peace as stagnation. To that end, he has reached the point where he views himself as "nonhuman", rejecting the frenzy that he finds so beautiful as a part of himself, and maintaining a placid state, so that he can better bring that frenzy to others.
At the same time, he can be considered a wholehearted advocate for human rights and inherent freedom, not because he finds the notion of freedom valuable in itself, but because without the capacity to act freely, the ability of Man to rage is weakened.
We're all sons of the Patriots now.

Recorded Information

Culture and Country:
Latin

Languages:
Latin
Coptic

Public Record:
A diplomat working under Sextus Pompey, coming from a long line of politicians. In the wake of Pompey's failure to stay on the Italian mainland, Lucius was appointed as an equivalent of Praetor Peregrinus. Lucius is known as a competent orator and diplomat with relations to foreign bodies, though his administration of justice seems to have taken a backseat to his attempts to make peace with neighboring forces and allow Pompey to gather resources and better cement his position.

Private Information:
While raised in Rome, due to personal ideology, Lucius joined the resistance against Caesar that was present in the African provinces, and later became a member of Sextus Pompey's faction. A high-ranking propagandist wearing the position of a magistrate, Lucius has worked since being appointed to create and spread rumors of varying truth in order to destabilize the Roman forces, while keeping neighboring factions at bay. He has taken a handful of personal foreign excursions to Aegyptus, and indeed much of the spread behind Antony's illicit affairs is the result of Lucius's work. It is essentially his role to keep the Second Triumvirate as destabilized as possible while Pompey finds a more advantageous position, as well as attempting to create favorable relations with outside factions, and spur on third-party warbands to lead attacks on Rome through way of rumour.

Faction Information

Loyalty:
Pompey

Political Rank:
Praetor (peregrinus)

Military Rank:
-

Skills and Metastatus

Skills:
Persuasion(Mastered)
Demagogue(Trained)
Psychoanalysis(Knowledgeable)
Rhetoric(Knowledgeable)
Political Network(Knowledgeable)
Foreign Culture(Knowledgeable)
Own Culture(Knowledgeable)
Coptic(Knowledgeable)

???:
-

Fate:
-

Miracle:
-

Labyrinth

Thoth looked from the now-conscious Cran back to Alexander, and then back and forth again another couple of times. While still visibly on-edge, her expression seemed to shift slightly, confusion mingling in with her inherent unease.

"...u-um, you know Vishnu and Heka can just...cast healing spells, r-right?"

...

...

...oh.

"I-I mean, I can give you back the potion, b-but it seems like a waste to use potions outside of the Labyrinth when you can just...well, you know..."

Roma Invicta

As with last time, I'm in.