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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Foreigner's Lowlands.

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By now his army has grown to prodigious size, the territory he had claimed for himself now looking like a proper camp, bristling with palisades and cannons. There were still more corpses, but he needed to ride now to his Master's defense. Prepping a group of knights to ride back, he barked orders at the other soldiers, directing their actions. Before a horse was brought to him however, what seemed to be a Servant approached him.

"You. Don't move for a moment. This is to save the world."

"You, wha-" Gilles started before she inscribed some sort of magick upon his armor. Nay, he was not about to refuse help, but it was a bit sudden. Any bit of help would be needed if this threat was as bad as it felt. He could not help but feel rather frustrated he didn't have more time to prepare. A proper base with better land would perhaps strengthen his forces.

"Understood, make it quick, witch."

As soon as she finished, a horse was brought to him.

"Thank you, witch. I shall ride with reinforcements towards the Masters."

Moving quickly, he brought a force of fifty knights towards the monsters approaching the hotspring, aiming to cut them off and occupy them before all of them grouped up and become a greater danger.

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Edge of Foreigner's Lowlands.

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Another body was put in front of him. Dead, but it did not matter. In his eyes, all can join his army. This felt unworthy, cheap, to disturb the dead and call upon them to fight, but Gilles did not doubt they too would want to fight against this threat, that they too would die again to defend their home. How many people have perished here before? The mere 14 men he could summon now brought him the dead from the previous events of the war, swelling their numbers as more were brought in, which in turn, lead to more soldiers bringing more of the dead in. Even just around here the number of dead people were staggering; the piles of bodies and the number of soldiers that joined his ranks were rising exponentially.

With each pile of bodies, he knelt down and offered them a prayer, the droning, fluttering and headache inducing chant reverberating through his head ignored wholesale as the bodies burst, a soldier emerging from each burst shell. He did not see, or could not see each soldier's wrongness, some morphing for a brief moment into unfathomable shapes before returning to normal. Their shape was right but they did not feel right.

Ia! Cthulu fthagn.

Slowly the force under his banner was starting to look more and more like an army; there was already a small group of horsemen as well as larger heavier equipment like a cannon. But it was not enough, he did not feel he had enough. The horsemen rode off to bring him more soldiers, he did not have enough to save the town. He did not have enough to save the town. He did not have enough to save his face. He did not have enough to face the Saint. He did not have enough to say he had done everything he could. He did not have enough to save them. He did not have enough to save the Saint.

He did not have gof'nn'bthn klw'nafh uh'e.

Gilles held his head, feeling as if a bad dream was coming on, as well as a headache.

Master, this is a perilous situation. I have already started gathering an army here, to move now would be to surrender territory. I do not know how many there are, but I can feel many of them already converging upon this place. I will hold them off with the best of my abilities, and with what meager resources I have at my disposal. I believe you are safe with the other Masters and Servants, thus I will not return to your side.

He paused the communications with his master for a moment.

Unless you have a better plan laid out of course.

Communications was important in a war, Gilles was not one that needed to be told that, thus being told to simply go back and defend did not convince him in the slightest, not when he has a course of action that he feels would be more advantageous. Already his numbers was swelling to near a hundred and still growing alarmingly fast.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Edge of Foreigner's Lowlands.

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Gilles glanced towards the direction of the pub, a soldier notifying him of that Saber's words.

"Master! I've gotten information! The source of this oppressive feeling is-"

Everywhere.

His skin was crawling; it seemed like that thing had suddenly multiplied all around him. No, those feelings were weaker, but nonetheless still oppressive. Whatever it was, it seemed powerful enough to influence the world far beyond it. Perhaps an even more powerful being than he himself was, a simple Marshal of France. But...

A wave of blonde hair, an indignant expression, her mouth opened, but he knew what she was going to say before she even spoke.

"It is from the pub across the river."

Relaying as much information as he could to Elizabeth, including what he was feeling right now and what he thought was happening. Namely the myriads of feeling rushing towards them, like a wave of English knights about to trample a regiment of archers.

Grabbing a flag from a freshly materialized soldier, Gilles stuck it in the floor, perhaps a simple and meaningless gesture. A claim on the territory, a bold proclamation that this place was now his, conquered and taken by his own hands. But it did raise his spirits up, and his own flag bearing his own coat of arms sporting the fleur-de-lis proudly should be visible enough for any other ally to see to rally around. Of course, that meant the large tall very visible flag would also be seen by those things. But...

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Hotspring Meeting, Foreigner's Lowlands.

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Not even he, under such a thing as the Mad Enhancement, could deny that feeling. Or perhaps it was because of it that he reacted so strongly.

Gilles had stayed silent during the meeting, the same as his Master, pondering the events that happened, as well as the words slung about the place. Even without the Master speaking up, that feeling hit Gilles like a lance from a charging knight. He stood up abruptly, his face darkened by concern.

"Master, I apologize, but I must attend to this first. Tis a foul feeling I had, one no doubt they will have also felt. A dangerous being no doubt bent upon destroying this land."

Nay, he would not let this one go. Not when the people, the civilians, the men, women, and children, were in danger. Whatever it was would not be discriminate in its rampage he could feel. Seeing his Master no doubt still shocked at the development, he trusted enough in the sanctity of the meeting for it to be safe, leaving her there like she wanted.

Almost flying out of the building and wrecking all the doors he touched, Gilles moved quickly towards the highest point that he could see; a tall multistoried building nearby another section of the city. Reaching the top, he stood grimly upon the ledge scanning the area, as about 14 men stood behind him, none wearing the same clothing. Mercenaries, wearing the usual gambeson, chain and helm, each one wielding vastly different weapons. Mercenaries were plentiful during Gilles time after all, and many fought on both the English and French sides.

"Find it."

It was all he said, but it was enough for his men. There was nothing else that could be 'it' besides the source of that feeling, after all. They spread as quickly as they can, spreading around the area as they searched for any sort of anomaly that might produce such a feeling.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles De Rais

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"The people running this ritual have not been doing their job unfortunately, at least a hundred thousand people have been killed in the past three days. And that's a conservative estimate. Obviously things will only get worse the longer this ritual continues, so the Nobles at the Clock Tower have deemed it best that the ritual be ended as soon as possible. This is where we come in."

He nodded. A secret ritual that had somehow sprawled out of control, involving thousands of innocent lives, as well as disrupting the peace of the land. Such craven behaviour, such villainy. Gilles could see why he was summoned; such mistaken behaviour should be stopped immediately, to save any more lives from being put into the flames of battle. So his cause was a righteous one, and his was to be the sword of justice upon these scoundrels.

"Then so be it. We shall end these wrongdoings as soon as possible. No more lives must be lost."

Noticing something, his hand went to his sword immediately, before he noticed the odd bird waddling towards them. Noting it was just there to deliver some sort of invitation, his posture relaxed.

"Well then. Saber, we are going to be heading to the hotsprings that was built in the ruins of the Foreigner's District. You should probably pick me up so we can get there quicker, I'll give directions."

Nodding, he picked her up as if she was naught but a feather, and gave a mighty leap towards their destination, his purple cloak billowing madly around him.

"What did the small bird tell you, Master? Is the enemy to be this way?"

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles De Rais

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The summoning did not bring with it much pomp, simply a brilliant light, shining in oddly headache inducing hues as the cloaked figure rose up from the circle. A tall slightly scrawny man, with pale skin and black hair stood before the summoner, though his figure was concealed by the purple cloak he wore. There was an air of pride around him, in the way he stood, and how his right hand restly lightly upon his sword. While perhaps not the most gallant of figures, or an image of what one would envision a knight, it was clear he was an experienced veteran of many battles.

"I am Gilles De Rais, Marshal of France. Are you to be my Master? Then France's mighty army shall follow you in my command."

"Are you sane Berserker? Do you have the presence of mind to comprehend my words? If you do, know that we have no time to dally. There is much work to be done in this city if we are to prevent any further loss of life."

Gilles' brow furrowed slightly at that. "Berserker, you say? Perhaps there was some sort of mistake. I'd thought I was summoned as a Saber, but that matters not." He dismissed it easily, as if it did not bother him the slightest. "For I have been summoned to serve you, and serve you I shall. I assure you, Master, that I am perfectly sane and coherent."

Noting what she said next, Gilles nodded, standing up slightly straighter. "But if it is as you say, then let us make haste. There would be hell to pay should innocent blood be spilled whilst my banner fly high."

For a moment, the image of a blonde woman, almost shining in her brilliance, appeared in his mind, holding aloft a flag. That's right, the Saint would never forgive me if I let innocents be harmed knowingly.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker Gilles

Name: Gilles de Rais

Title(s): Marshal of France

Class: Berserker

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: circa September 1405 to 26 October 1440

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: A valorous and upstanding man, who believes with all his heart that he was fighting along side Jeanne D'Arc up until the day he died. The Saint had not burned at the stake, but went on to live happily ever after, he did not succumb to madness, that was all just a nightmare, and everything went on as it was before; he was still just a Marshal, and commanded the French army against the English. While seemingly slightly unhinged, he was still striving to be an outstanding knight, and a great Marshal befitting of the mighty French army.

Bio: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Saber_(Fate/G…
A knight that served with Jeanne D'Arc during the One Hundred Year war, known as a good tactition and knight as he commanded armies against the English. Though having a number of achievements and being pious, his faith was shattered when the Saint was deemed a heretic and burned at the stake, leaving him to spiral into madness.

Most of the history behind Gilles was correct. However, this version that was summoned was a warped personality wrapped in denial that Jeanne was burned at the stake, thinking it all just a nightmare he had glimpsed. Having rejected any sort of reality and substituting it for his own delusions, he was as stoic and upstanding as the knight he was before her death.

Weapon: Just a sword.

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: B

Agility: B

Mana: C

Luck: C

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement - Ex
It offers a rank up to his parameters, but fuels his denial and grief into belief of the illusion that nothing else happened to Jeanne. They won the war, attended the King's coronation and lived on happily and honorably until the end. While it allows for him to still act normally, to mention Jeanne at all is to risk breakdown of communications. Depending on what was said, it could range from a small lecture of how she was, or complete and utter destructive blind rage.

Personal Skills:

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.

Gilles raised numerous assaults as an assistant of Jeanne d'Arc. When he is waging an offensive siege battle, he particularly gains a bonus.

Golden Rule(Sacrifices) - B
Being fated a life that is filled with riches.
Having an enormous territory and heritage, he should not have any trouble with money for the rest of his life. Indeed he had holdings rivaling even the richest of his peers, enough that he had bought art, treatises, and any other things that intrigued him and had much more to spare. In spending(sacrificing) his wealth, Gilles can raise his 'combat power', similar to him expending money for more troops when he was alive.

But is that the true extent of this skill. . .?

Prelati's Encouragement - A
It takes the form of STR reinforcement via magecraft but as a cost, his memories of his life after Jeanne's death becomes more and more distinct.

Because of class, the support has been emphasized.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Marshal's Siege Orders

Title: Let Loose the Dogs of War

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti Fortress

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: A Noble Phantasm that pulls from his successful career as a tactician and marshal, summoning an entire French army that will besiege or attack his target for a brief moment. In a combination attack, a myriad of soldiers, siege engines, and other equipments fit to siege a fortified position may be summoned. Outside of actually activating the noble phantasm's true effect, Gilles can perhaps summon a few of these soldiers and equipments at will without any trouble. More effective against targets that are entrenched, fortified, or are other in any such condition that it becomes a 'defense to be overcome'. Especially against defensive positions, it demonstrates an even greater strength.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker Gilles

Name: Gilles de Rais

Title(s): Marshal of France

Class: Berserker

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: circa September 1405 to 26 October 1440

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: A valorous and upstanding man, who believes with all his heart that he was fighting along side Jeanne D'Arc up until the day he died. The Saint had not burned at the stake, but went on to live happily ever after, he did not succumb to madness, that was all just a nightmare, and everything went on as it was before; he was still just a Marshal, and commanded the French army against the English. While seemingly slightly unhinged, he was still striving to be an outstanding knight, and a great Marshal befitting of the mighty French army.

Bio: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Saber_(Fate/G…
A knight that served with Jeanne D'Arc during the One Hundred Year war, known as a good tactition and knight as he commanded armies against the English. Though having a number of achievements and being pious, his faith was shattered when the Saint was deemed a heretic and burned at the stake, leaving him to spiral into madness.

Most of the history behind Gilles was correct. However, this version that was summoned was a warped personality wrapped in denial that Jeanne was burned at the stake, thinking it all just a nightmare he had glimpsed. Having rejected any sort of reality and substituting it for his own delusions, he was as stoic and upstanding as the knight he was before her death.

Weapon: Just a sword.

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: B

Agility: B

Mana: C

Luck: C

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement - Ex
It offers a rank up to his parameters, but fuels his denial and grief into belief of the illusion that nothing else happened to Jeanne. They won the war, attended the King's coronation and lived on happily and honorably until the end. While it allows for him to still act normally, to mention Jeanne at all is to risk breakdown of communications. Depending on what was said, it could range from a small lecture of how she was, or complete and utter destructive blind rage.

Personal Skills:

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.

Gilles raised numerous assaults as an assistant of Jeanne d'Arc. When he is waging an offensive siege battle, he particularly gains a bonus.

Golden Rule(Sacrifices) - B
Being fated a life that is filled with riches.
Having an enormous territory and heritage, he should not have any trouble with money for the rest of his life. Indeed he had holdings rivaling even the richest of his peers, enough that he had bought art, treatises, and any other things that intrigued him and had much more to spare. In spending(sacrificing) his wealth, Gilles can raise his 'combat power', similar to him expending money for more troops when he was alive.

But is that the true extent of this skill. . .?

Prelati's Encouragement - A
It takes the form of STR reinforcement via magecraft but as a cost, his memories of his life after Jeanne's death becomes more and more distinct.

Because of class, the support has been emphasized.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Marshal's Siege Orders

Title: Let Loose the Dogs of War

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti Fortress

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: A Noble Phantasm that pulls from his successful career as a tactician and marshal, summoning an entire French army that will besiege or attack his target for a brief moment. In a combination attack, a myriad of soldiers, siege engines, and other equipments fit to siege a fortified position may be summoned. Outside of actually activating the noble phantasm's true effect, Gilles can perhaps summon a few of these soldiers and equipments at will without any trouble. More effective against targets that are entrenched, fortified, or are other in any such condition that it becomes a 'defense to be overcome'. Especially against defensive positions, it demonstrates an even greater strength.