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True Name: Sven Foyn
Region: Norway
Class: Lancer

Attribute: Machine

Parameters

Strength: D
Agility: D+
Endurance: C
Magical Energy: E
Luck: C

Legend: In life Sven was a simple man, one who saw the sea as his home. Having become a Master Sailer at the age of twenty, and transporting lumber until he realized the wealth in hunting the ocean’s greatest beasts. He gathered a small fleet under his command and developed a means to hunt them with ease. He created the first harpoon gun, rocketing the market into the modern era. He even fired the first grenade harpoon.

His wealth grew exponentially and he used much of it to aid his workers, building homes for them. He never forgot his roots and died being fondly remembered by his workers, and as the man who reshaped whaling in the modern age.

His summoning however would be altered as his role in modern whaling industry made him one of the men who “killed” Leviathan, thus his legend is melded with the fictional story of Moby Dick, and the man, Ahab, haunted by the monstrous white whale of legend. This is in large part a testament to his duel nature, kind to his fellow man, while his machinations and tactics were cruel to the sea.

Class Skills:

Magical Resistance: (C+) This skill encompasses a Servant's ability to resist magecraft and magic at or below this skill’s rank. Due to Sven’s part in “killing” the old world and supplanting the modern day, he is granted a heightened resistance to magic and magecraft, despite his legend’s young age.

Riding (Nautical): (D) This skill determines how well a Servant can ride mystical or phantasmal mounts. For Sven he lacks the ability to ride any Phantasmal beast but instead is masterful at the art of sailing ships or steering them when at sea.

Personal Skills:

Bane Unto Leviathan: (C) This skill represents a Servant’s ability in felling beasts, both mundane and mystical. In Sven’s presence Phantasmal Beasts and mystical mounts are lowered by 1 Rank, by 2 if they are an oceanic beast or mount. A Phantasmal Beast or mystical mount can only deal damage to Sven when they are at or above this skill’s Rank. This Skill does not affect Moby Dick: Omen of Ocean’s Wrath.

Golden Rule (Charity): (E) Sven possesses a small fortune and can conjure lodging, food and moderate spending money for those in his employ (meaning his Master). The lodging is unassuming, and comfortable.

The Depths Below (Curse): (C) Due to the twisting of his legend with that of the fictional figure, Ahab, who the ocean itself seemed to want the man dead, Sven is cursed with the fact that any body of water deeper than twenty feet will drag him to it’s depths. This is fatal to Sven, and upon entering water of this depth once his body reaches twenty feet the water will crush him.

Innocent Monster: (E) Due to the botched state of his summoning, Sven is mistakenly mixed with Ahab, and the monstrous truth of how his invention and business dealings saw the decline of nature, he is cast in the role of a monster. His body has bits of metal affixed to it that gruesomely hide he was ever even human. His Noble Phantasm, Gruesome is affixed to his right arm because of this. His Parameters are heightened slightly thanks to this skill.

Indomitable Obsession: (C) Sven isn’t affected by weapons or magic that aren’t Moby Dick: Omen of Ocean’s Wrath, but can be harmed by any Servant with Divinity of any Rank or any Phantasmal Beast Rank C or higher. This skill is locked outside the reality marble, Mobi Dick: Omen of Ocean’s Wrath.

Noble Phantasms:
Grusomt Instrument, Eksploderende Rasheri
Rank C
Anti-Unit/Anti-Beast
Grusomt is the crystallization of how humanity has slain its last true great beasts as it entered the modern age. It is an ugly device, forever affixed to Sven’s right arm. The serrated barb at the end is stained a rusty red and in its unnamed form can be fired at high speeds. The seven foot long spear is connected by a thick cord of wrought iron that will reel back to Sven just as quick. While unnamed Grusomt can deal fatal damage to phantasmal beasts at or under its ranking

When it's True Name is called Grusomt’s serrated tip glows white hot and when fired will explode in a corona of searing fire and shrapnel. The shrapnel and the fire Grusomt spews is lethal to Phantasmal Beasts at or under Grusomt’s rank. Grusomt can be destroyed upon its True Name being spoken and deal a devastating blast two ranks above it.

Moby-Dick: Omen of Ocean’s Wrath
Rank B
Reality Marble
This is the crystallization of the event that ultimately destroyed Ahab, the tormented sailor that hunted the titular beast. This reality marble draws Sven and anyone around him onto the wrecked hull of the Pequod. The massive white Phantasmal Beast, Moby Dick, swims in the bottomless ocean the reality marble conjures. It is the size of a cruise liner. It is a B Rank Phantasmal Beast that will attempt to eat anyone that falls into the water.

Sven takes on the Mad Enhancement E Rank Skill, and the Skill Indomitable Obsession becomes unlocked once this reality marble is formed. Sven becomes obsessed with killing the Phantasmal Beast, Moby Dick, or anyone who gets in his way. The reality marble only ends when either Moby Dick or the storming seas kills Sven, or he kills Moby Dick.
Spectrum looked through the many tomes inside the mansion’s grand library. He had taken Scalpel’s advice in giving his collection a look. He found it in his best judgment to stay away from the restricted area, after all every mage had his own private notes and such things were to be respected. After all how would he feel if someone looked through his notes on Dreamwalking. He had to admit he was impressed by the collection. The cyan unicorn had found a particular tome on the aspects of mana consumption. It even had a section dedicated to the workings of Earth pony and Pegasi magic. Most believed it inert but Spectrum knew this to be false.

As Spectrum read the tome he found his mind going elsewhere, particularly toward how to deal with the ailcorns. Part of him, an instinct as it were, told him to leave well enough alone. An instinct he knew was primal in its own right but he felt compelled to ignore it. Every pony had this instinct he gathered. After all how would these Gods gain so many followers if the instinct to cower before them wasn’t hard wired in? But that was what separated the sentient from the beast wasn’t it the ability to ignore instinct. Love and hate alike did this, giving anythi9ng sentient the ability to ignore instincts such as self-preservation.

Spectrum finished the tome and put it back where he found it and began perusing the sections again. He moved on auto pilot for a bit. Then suddenly a green burst of flame appeared before him. He jumped back startled, inky tendrils forming around him ready to defend. Spectrum felt something tap against his hoof. A scroll…he had been startled by a scroll. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly composed himself only mildly embarrassed for his jumpiness. Wait a second…green flame? Spectrum quickly picked the scroll up and ripped the seal open. His eyes scanned the letter, once, twice, and a third time just to be sure. He looked up his eyes wide. The Archmagister was calling a meeting of the council. And he was being summoned. This wasn’t good by any account. It was an immediate recall.

The unicorn cursed his luck at the timing and made for the door.
“There it is,” Grimwing said as he brought the ship about. All around the ship Seaponies were going about their business. It hadn’t taken much for him to track down what they ahd been looking for, especially since there ahd been several scouts in the waters to lead them to the main camp. Grimwing and the rst of the crew stopped what they were doing when Captain Softstep walked onto the ship. She regarded them with a curt nod and made straight for Grimwing.

“Captain,” the pegasus gave a short nod.

“Grimwing,” she said,” I was told you and the rest of the fleet had moored in Crescent Isle>”

“Aye,” he replied,” But we thought it best ta make fer open sea again. Especially after we saw th’ seaponies make fer th’ mainland. Besides that I’ve a pony that wishes ta speak ta Captain Wave. Says it’s somewhat urgent.” Softstep raised an eyebrow but he continued,” I thought th’ same thing but apparently ‘e follows one of th’ other alicorns.”

“Very well,” the tan earth mare said, her tone even to an outsider but for the crew they could tell she was more than a little annoyed,” Where is this pony you speak of?”
EldritchOne said
What can I say? I like my hills, grow Denmark some hills and stop being made out of some sand squirted out by Norway and I'll visit. Frankly I may end up going to Denmark or Norway at some point, especially given our dark imperial masters down in Westmonster have started looking north again avariciously since the referendum, I swear that government must be an international joke by now.


You'd hate the hell out of southern New Mexico then. Flat as a skillet bottom and hot as hell
EldritchOne said
I guess, The only thing overly stereotypically Scottish about me is that I drink a lot, thats about it. Also you'd be surprised at how many people I know through the fandom that come from the Deep South, its a oddly high number.


Add another to that I'm from the Deep South as well
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Armifera and Crashing are much older than him.We're tha' original drunks!(grimdark, back me up on this!)


Aye lad we invented th' fine o' fightin' with a flask in hoof. If he think ye can best us ye welcome ta try.
EldritchOne said
Well the pic in this one isn't mine- thats why I listed the artist, but I figure I might be able to get one for Astral done if I have time.


I would be most grateful kind sir
EldritchOne said
And so Nocturne gets a post to herself finally! Yay for bat ponies!


Liked the post. And the pic. I wonder if I could get one done for Astral?
Astral Spectrum considered the offer. To be granted a new body? The idea, if he had to be honest, scared him but at the same time was tempting. Oh so tempting at that. This…being that Silver seemed to have allied himself with promised much and in the back of Spectrum’s mind a voice screamed caution. But the Legends of the world became so when they gambled with Fate and this case the reward outweighed the price by a staggering amount.

Time was short enough as it was and his own mortal coil kept him from being able to realize his goal. Even when the Elements were brought low it would still be some months before Equestria was in its former glory and it would require the guiding hoof of those willing to do what was necessary. Spectrum himself had no wish for power, political or otherwise he only wished for peace. But it was power he would need to complete his goal.

“I accept your offer my friend,” he said finally,” And then I will do what I can to aid you in bringing about this Mechanical Paradise.”
Grimwing looked at the horizon, a chill running unbidden down his spine. His wings twitched at his sides showing his current mindset.

“What’s going on?” Deckhoof breathed.

Grimwing didn’t know, the entirety of the north coast from what they could see was covered in a thick fog. Normally he wouldn’t be bothered by this but there was a feeling in his gut, a feeling every hoof on deck shared, that something was wrong, horribly wrong. The feeling of foreboding was crushing. The entirety of the crew froze when a roar ripped through the air.

“W-what was th-that?” Deckhoof stammered.

Grimwing look at his friend, a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. He couldn’t forget the source of that roar even if he tried. He had been there when Captain Wave had freed the first slaves from a merchant ship three months ago. The experience had been burned into his memory, he even had nightmares form time to time of the event that brought him his freedom.

“That is a Leviathan mate,” Grimwing set his jaw and swallowed his fear. Now wasn’t the time for pussyhoofin’ it. If a Leviathan was out and about then that meant the Captain wasn’t far behind. Grimwing retook the wheel and steered it toward the source of the noise.

“What are ya doin’?!” one of the other pirates shouted at the Pegasus. Most looked at him like he was mad and maybe he was but he wasn’t leaving his Captain to fight alone. The crew erupted in argument with most screaming at Grimwing to turn the ship ‘round.

“Th’ Cap is in battle lads,” he yelled over the din of the priates’ squabbling,” An’ if ye don’t ‘ave th’ salt ye promised when ye became part of th’ fleet then ye best throw yerself off th’ ship now. We all owe ‘im our freedom an’ if I’ve ta die fullin’ me debt so be it! Now lads are ye a bunch soft furred landlubbers or are ye tide ‘ardened scourges of th’ sea!?”

Silence reachd his ears until Glint stepped forward. The griffiness stared at the Pegasus and he stared right back. She stayed like this for a few moments before whirling on a talon,” Ya heard ‘im you lot! Get those sails up an’ out. I want full speed an’ Faust’s mercy on any lollygaggers I catch!”

“Aye Ma’am!” the crew chorused before setting to work, invigorated by the words of Grimwing. Glint looked up at him with a sense of respect before nodding. He returned it and set his sights on the horizon.
EldritchOne said
Congrats Grim, you just got an offer from a debatably sane doctor to turn Ole Astral into something pretty god damn powerful."The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak... the flesh can be replaced."Also I am having a fun old time imagining Arcon still standing in the same place he has been in for weeks and drolling like a vegetable, How's Dawn doing anyway Kappy?


Good sir you do me an honor. You know what I just realized. We've pretty much butured the preception of time.
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Eh? Tha's my whiskey!Go drink your moonshine or something.Then we sing sea chanteys and war songs.


I signed fer it get yer own. Oh and I'm a wonderful soprano by the way.
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