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Prydwyn na Airell

Fuyuki; Outside Einzbern Forest

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Tiberius had been just as standoffish as Prydwyn had expected. Well... maybe standoffish was the wrong word. He didn't actively oppose being a Servant, nor was he openly hostile. However, from the moment of their meet, he refused to play the role of subservient familiar. Honestly, that was just fine with Prydwyn. The magus didn't care if he had to bend the knee every now and again, figuratively or otherwise. They had the same goal, and would see it done. Prydwyn even, despite himself, started to lower his guard around his Servant. That was the state of affairs between them when the pair arrived in Fuyuki. As had been the case in their previous conversations, Prydwyn responded to Lucius' provocations with a wry smile and retort.

"Very well, I shall endeavor to remain useful to you, while also not dying. You need only worry about proving your legend, Saber."

They walked a bit longer when Lucius went on about growing and things being taken. Before Prydwyn could respond, Lucius damn near disappeared with basically a "see you fucking later." Prydwyn cursed under his breath about bloody war heroes, and utilized Reinforcement magic to boost his physical abilities. He took off much faster than a mere human could possibly run, but still lagging a ways behind Saber, following him toward the forest.

Before too long he came to a halt at the entrance, looking up the hill. He may be young, but he was determined to not be defeated by inexperience. He knew exactly where this was. Einzbern forest, huh? There's no doubt a Bounded Field that Saber just tore right through. He took a few steps back and headed back into Fuyuki. He used his reinforced body to get to the top of a near building and merely waited, deciding to maintain distance and use the link between he and his Servant to see what Lucius saw. He was duking it out against another Servant, one with a glowing sword. He frowned and transmitted his thoughts through the link to Lucius. Take him down, Saber. However you see fit.

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Prydwyn na Airell

"Let silver and steel be the essence."

The sky over Ireland was dark with the blacks and oxford blues of midnight. Through the heavy cloud cover, only the barest fragment of moonlight fell from the Heavens, casting the large manor in the middle of the Irish countryside in meager light. The estate of a certain magus, last of his line. One who sought a battle greater than he could truly imagine. The known details scared him little. The unknown variables terrified him. However, in this instance, his desire was stronger than his fear.

"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."

The young man was standing in the largest room of his home, one where his great grandfather bestowed the sum total of his family's knowledge to him. The room was lit by several torches that burned brightly, and in the center, the young man stood over a strange circle with a pentagram within. Grasped in his right hand was a piece of blue cloth, torn and tattered, and more ancient than anything else in his home. He placed it down on the circle.

"Let azure be the color I pay tribute to. Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Repeat every five times. Destroy each when filled."

The flames began to tilt, as if caught in a breeze. Seeing as they were indoors, and the room had no windows, this was peculiar indeed, but the young man paid it no mind. He had a great task to focus on. He held his empty hand over the circle and continued.

"I declare. Your body shall serve me. My fate shall be your sword. In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you submit to my will and reason, then answer!"

The circle let out a burst of light, and a rushing wind filled the room, snuffing out the flames of all the torches. The light of the circle illuminated the room in their place, bathing everything in its otherworldly blue light. The piece of cloth began to shake and tremble in the middle of the circle, and the young man put his other arm over his face to protect from the light, but continued nonetheless.

"An oath shall be sworn here! I shall be all the good in the world! I shall defeat all the evils of Hell! Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three words of power, come forth from the eternal ring! O protector of the heavenly scales!"

The light exploded outward, filling the room and forcing the young man to close his eyes from its radiance. A powerful shockwave reverberated through the house, making the walls tremble and groan. All of the lights in every room went out simultaneously when the light suddenly imploded, leaving the hot glow of the circle, which had been burned into the floor of the room. In the center, stood a the figure of a man. The young man slowly opened his eyes to take in the visage of his newly summoned familiar. His Servant.

It was done. He was a true Master, and he couldn't fight the grin that sprang to his lips.

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Rider Ilya Muromets

Name: Ilya Muromets

Title(s): Greatest of the Bogatyr

Class: Rider

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Unclear, but he occurs in legends from 980-1453 A.D.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: Ilya was both a man of great strength as well as a man of great character. He was a bogatyr, a Russian hero analogous to a knight that served lords and saved the commonfolk out of the goodness of his heart. He knew all too well the heartache of being weak, of being without strength, so he made himself into the people's strength. In addition, he was also had tremendous faith in God. He was a man who shouldered the burden of being Kievan Rus' hope. He only ever made one mistake, but that mistake took the lives of Prince Vladimir of Kiev and all of his subjects. He seeks the Grail to undo that mistake.

Appearance: Ilya almost always wears an unassuming, shabby brown traveler's cloak, typically only removing for a fierce battle.

Bio: Ilya was born the son of a farmer many, and in his youth was cursed with a horribly debilitating sickness. The disease took away his ability to walk, to move, and he spent his life laying on an oven. He believed that he would die this way until, when he was 33 years old, he was held by two strange pilgrims. With his newfound health, he set out to challenge an infamous giant, a deified hero named Svyatogor, despite the wise and mystic pilgrims warning him against such an action, that it would bring only burden. He ignored their warnings and left home with a mace to slay the giant. On his travels, he meets such a giant, asleep on a gargantuan horse. He strikes the sleeping hulk three times, only for the giant to, while still sleeping, put Ilya in his pocket. When the giant awakes, Ilya introduces himself and learns that the giant is none other than Svyatogor. Learning that he wasn't some monster, but actually a good and just man, Ilya befriended his once-enemy and they begin journeying together.

After a few years of traveling, they arrive at a large stone coffin and both are given a vision of Svyatogor resting in it. Desperate to save the life of his friend, Ilya managed to lie down in the coffin first, but nothing happens, as he is far too small to fit it. Svyatogor, wise as he was strong, lifted his friend from the coffin and rested in it himself. As he did, it began to close of its own volition, slowing easing into the earth beneath them to bury Svyatogor. With his last breath, the giant transferred the whole of his superhuman might into Ilya, a final gift to his friend. Having the strength of a hero, but needing a method of travel, Ilya found a strong and good foal named her Karushka. He washed her, walked her, raised her himself, all the while telling her that she would be the steed of a hero of the people. As she entered adulthood, she carved out her own legend, being Ilya's flying steed who could trample an army to death.

Ilya would go on to appear throughout Russia alongside Karushka as a hero to the people and defender of the innocent for nearly five-hundred years, becoming known across the land as both a powerful hero and a devout saint. He accomplished many grand feats, even being known for defending an entire city alone against an enemy army, but his most famous feat was defeating Nightingale the Robber, a powerful beast that had the form of both man and bird, and would murder people with its powerful whistle. Ilya defeated the beast in single combat, being able to resist the whistle, and brought it before Prince Vladimir of Kiev. The Prince wanted to hear the beast's whistle, so he gave it some wine to heal its wounds. When it was healed, Nightingale whistled so long and so loud that it destroyed all of Vladimir's palaces and killed everyone nearby. Everyone save for Ilya. Ilya took the beast to an empty field for a final showdown, and there decapitated it.

Weapon: Ilya wields the sword Kladenets, as all true Bogatyr do.

Parameters:

Strength: A+(+)

Endurance: B(A)

Agility: B(A)

Mana: D

Luck: C

Class Skills:
NAME OF SKILL: Magic Resistance
RANK: B
EFFECT: Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. Ilya is not only a hero of incredible resilience, but was also one of great piety, being made into a saint, beatified, and also worshipped in Russian Orthodox religion, giving him a good amount of resistance to magecraft.

NAME OF SKILL: Riding
RANK: A+
EFFECT: All vehicles and all creatures up to the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind. Ilya is commonly portrayed alongside Karushka, his steed that can travel great distances with but a leap.

Personal Skills:
NAME OF SKILL: Svyatogor's Gift
RANK: A
EFFECT: Grants one the strength of the Giant Bogatyr himself. Strength and Endurance cannot drop below B.

NAME OF SKILL: Bravery
RANK: C
EFFECT: Ilya was a great hero who feared no beast, man, or army of men. Provides resistance to mental interference that Charms, Confuses, or causes Fear.

NAME OF SKILL: Flesh of Castle Walls
RANK: A
EFFECT: Ilya's skin was known as "the strongest armor," and it was referred to as being as sturdy as a fortress. Ilya is able to shrug off most forms of damage. This skill additionally confers the benefits of Natural Body at equivalent rank.

NAME OF SKILL: Shoulder to Shoulder
RANK: A
EFFECT: Ilya frequently appears in legend alongside other epic heroes, creating a force that is more than the sum of its parts. While fighting alongside one or more Servants, Ilya and any Servant he's allied with has their Luck parameter boosted one rank. The effect immediately ends if the Servant(s) betrays Ilya's trust.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Sword Kladenets

Title: The Strength of the Bogatyr

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Self

Range: Self

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The Sword of Kladenets is a magic blade that frequently appears in Russian folk tales, and a large amount of Bogatyr have used it, not just Ilya. Despite the uncertainty of his lengthy list of legends, it is presumed that the sword aided Ilya in holding the city of Chernigov against the Polovtsi.

The sword's power is Reversal. When a Bogatyr needs it most, the sword gives them strength. When Ilya is facing death, as a last-ditch effort he can activate this power. While the sword is in his hands, his receives a boost to his Strength, Endurance, and Agility parameters. This boost lasts until Ilya has fallen, has slain his opponent, or one of them is forced to retreat.

Name: Karushka

Title: Flying Steed of Murom

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 2-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 300

Description: Ilya's powerful steed, who could travel great distances in a single leap and once trampled three Tsar armies at once, Karushka is a force to be reckoned with. She has served Ilya throughout his journeys, and at no point has she ever failed him.

Karushka can reach up to 500 mph, both on the ground and in the air. By leaping straight up into the air, and then stomping down with all her might, she is able to unleash a huge blast of mana, debris, and displaced air that explodes outward. Karushka is equal to a millennium rank Pegasus.

Master

Name: Prydwyn Airell

Title(s): Rune Magus

Appearance: Prydwyn is tall, lean, and athletic, with a shock of vibrant red hair and piercing green eyes, betraying his Celtic lineage. He typically wears fine slacks and dress shirts, mostly when he attends high-society gatherings, but also can be found wearing combat boots and military garb.

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Rank: Cause

Objective for the Grail: Prydwyn's wish is for his family to be recognized as a proud and powerful lineage.

Command Seal:

Seal

Personality: Prydwyn is very prideful in both his societal status and his abilities as a mage. He understands the value of hard work and dedication, and believes that sets him apart from the magi who were born into their power. He can be very kind at times, and has a good head on his shoulders that is tempered by the heart in his chest. However, when he feels he has been slighted, or makes a person his enemy, he is stubborn as a mule, with a dangerously short fuse.

Bio: The Airell line may have been a magus family of meager power long ago, but recently, it has been in shambles, unofficially declared dead. The family hadn't produced a single magus in several generations, and was devastated and forced to leave their homeland of Ireland during the Great Famine. Now finding themselves without magic and scattered throughout the United States, they had all but given up any hope of ever competing in the Grail War. However, that all changed when Prydwyn was born. The son of Alistair and Evelyn Airell, he was the first to utilize magecraft in since his great grandfather, and his skill with magecraft was impressive, indeed. His parents lived a hard life on dirty streets, lying, cheating, and stealing their way to enough money to send Prydwyn back to Ireland as a young boy, leaving him with instructions on how to find the old family estate. When he got there, he discovered the head of his family.

Living as a centuries-old mage, kept alive through rituals that had rendered him almost totally unable to move, Cloich Airell had been waiting for the emergence of a worthy successor to be born once again into the family, as the few remaining mages died during the famine. Upon meeting Prydwyn, he was filled with joy at the prospect of the family's magecraft surviving into a new generation, and brought him to a special antechamber within the estate. There, he transferred the entirety of the family's Crest onto Prydwyn, an act that resulted in Cloich's death. He entered the great beyond with a smile on his face, leaving Prydwyn with all the power the family had ever managed to muster over its existence. Prydwyn thanked his ancestor for the gift and with a renewed vigor, went on to explore the rest of the manor.

Within the old library he discovered the research the family was doing, focusing heavily on archaeological digs to find a certain artifact. It took Prydwyn several years, picking up where they left off, but eventually he was able to get his hands on a Giant rune of flame, an extremely powerful source of fire magic. He set off to the East, having heard rumors of a certain ritual held there, with the prize being an omnipotent wish-granting device.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The sound of rain against a thin roof.

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

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Elemental Affinity: Fire

Origin: Struggle

Magecraft: Prydwyn excels in Rune magecraft, particularly in Ansuz, Gandr, and Ehwaz. He is also quite skilled in Reinforcement, which is the magecraft held within his Crest, but only the reinforcement of self, being able to increase his physical ability through magic. His typical method of combat is to use Gandr and Ansuz to keep enemies outside of melee range, but if he feels the need to switch, he has a habit of increasing his speed through reinforcement and pressuring the opponent with close-range magic attacks. His full list of runes are as follows:

Ansuz: Giant Rune of fire
Berkana: Tracking rune
Ehwaz: Hardening rune
Gandr: Curse-shooting spell
Sowilo: Rune of the sun

Crest: Technically 302 years old, but it has been assumed dead until about 26 years ago.

Mystic Codes:
Azoth Blade - The fact that it is so standard makes it extremely important to Prydwyn. Aids in spellcasting.
Cloch Dris - Green-colored stones that Sowilo runes carved on them. They explode.
Cloch Olc - Black-colored stones that levitate and act as sentries for an area dictated by Prydwyn. Fires Gandr at intruders.

Weapons: A military combat knife.

Exceptional Benefit: Second Owner - Prydwyn inherited the land, estate, and title of family head from his ancestor, make him the administrator of all supernatural activity in his land.

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Master

Name: Prydwyn Airell

Title(s): Rune Magus

Appearance: Prydwyn is tall, lean, and athletic, with a shock of vibrant red hair and piercing green eyes, betraying his Celtic lineage. He typically wears fine slacks and dress shirts, mostly when he attends high-society gatherings, but also can be found wearing combat boots and military garb.

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Rank: Cause

Objective for the Grail: Prydwyn's wish is for his family to be recognized as a proud and powerful lineage.

Command Seal:

Seal

Personality: Prydwyn is very prideful in both his societal status and his abilities as a mage. He understands the value of hard work and dedication, and believes that sets him apart from the magi who were born into their power. He can be very kind at times, and has a good head on his shoulders that is tempered by the heart in his chest. However, when he feels he has been slighted, or makes a person his enemy, he is stubborn as a mule, with a dangerously short fuse.

Bio: The Airell line may have been a magus family of meager power long ago, but recently, it has been in shambles, unofficially declared dead. The family hadn't produced a single magus in several generations, and was devastated and forced to leave their homeland of Ireland during the Great Famine. Now finding themselves without magic and scattered throughout the United States, they had all but given up any hope of ever competing in the Grail War. However, that all changed when Prydwyn was born. The son of Alistair and Evelyn Airell, he was the first to utilize magecraft in since his great grandfather, and his skill with magecraft was impressive, indeed. His parents lived a hard life on dirty streets, lying, cheating, and stealing their way to enough money to send Prydwyn back to Ireland as a young boy, leaving him with instructions on how to find the old family estate. When he got there, he discovered the head of his family.

Living as a centuries-old mage, kept alive through rituals that had rendered him almost totally unable to move, Cloich Airell had been waiting for the emergence of a worthy successor to be born once again into the family, as the few remaining mages died during the famine. Upon meeting Prydwyn, he was filled with joy at the prospect of the family's magecraft surviving into a new generation, and brought him to a special antechamber within the estate. There, he transferred the entirety of the family's Crest onto Prydwyn, an act that resulted in Cloich's death. He entered the great beyond with a smile on his face, leaving Prydwyn with all the power the family had ever managed to muster over its existence. Prydwyn thanked his ancestor for the gift and with a renewed vigor, went on to explore the rest of the manor.

Within the old library he discovered the research the family was doing, focusing heavily on archaeological digs to find a certain artifact. It took Prydwyn several years, picking up where they left off, but eventually he was able to get his hands on a Giant rune of flame, an extremely powerful source of fire magic. He set off to the East, having heard rumors of a certain ritual held there, with the prize being an omnipotent wish-granting device.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The sound of rain against a thin roof.

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

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Elemental Affinity: Fire

Origin: Struggle

Magecraft: Prydwyn excels in Rune magecraft, particularly in Ansuz, Gandr, and Ehwaz. He is also quite skilled in Reinforcement, which is the magecraft held within his Crest, but only the reinforcement of self, being able to increase his physical ability through magic. His typical method of combat is to use Gandr and Ansuz to keep enemies outside of melee range, but if he feels the need to switch, he has a habit of increasing his speed through reinforcement and pressuring the opponent with close-range magic attacks. His full list of runes are as follows:

Ansuz: Giant Rune of fire
Berkana: Tracking rune
Ehwaz: Hardening rune
Gandr: Curse-shooting spell
Sowilo: Rune of the sun

Crest: Technically 302 years old, but it has been assumed dead until about 26 years ago.

Mystic Codes:
Azoth Blade - The fact that it is so standard makes it extremely important to Prydwyn. Aids in spellcasting.
Cloch Dris - Green-colored stones that Sowilo runes carved on them. They explode.
Cloch Olc - Black-colored stones that levitate and act as sentries for an area dictated by Prydwyn. Fires Gandr at intruders.

Weapons: A military combat knife.

Exceptional Benefit: Second Owner - Prydwyn inherited the land, estate, and title of family head from his ancestor, make him the administrator of all supernatural activity in his land.

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Rider Ilya Muromets

Name: Ilya Muromets

Title(s): Greatest of the Bogatyr

Class: Rider

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Unclear, but he occurs in legends from 980-1453 A.D.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: Ilya was both a man of great strength as well as a man of great character. He was a bogatyr, a Russian hero analogous to a knight that served lords and saved the commonfolk out of the goodness of his heart. He knew all too well the heartache of being weak, of being without strength, so he made himself into the people's strength. In addition, he was also had tremendous faith in God. He was a man who shouldered the burden of being Kievan Rus' hope. He only ever made one mistake, but that mistake took the lives of Prince Vladimir of Kiev and all of his subjects. He seeks the Grail to undo that mistake.

Appearance: Ilya almost always wears an unassuming, shabby brown traveler's cloak, typically only removing for a fierce battle.

Bio: Ilya was born the son of a farmer many, and in his youth was cursed with a horribly debilitating sickness. The disease took away his ability to walk, to move, and he spent his life laying on an oven. He believed that he would die this way until, when he was 33 years old, he was held by two strange pilgrims. With his newfound health, he set out to challenge an infamous giant, a deified hero named Svyatogor, despite the wise and mystic pilgrims warning him against such an action, that it would bring only burden. He ignored their warnings and left home with a mace to slay the giant. On his travels, he meets such a giant, asleep on a gargantuan horse. He strikes the sleeping hulk three times, only for the giant to, while still sleeping, put Ilya in his pocket. When the giant awakes, Ilya introduces himself and learns that the giant is none other than Svyatogor. Learning that he wasn't some monster, but actually a good and just man, Ilya befriended his once-enemy and they begin journeying together.

After a few years of traveling, they arrive at a large stone coffin and both are given a vision of Svyatogor resting in it. Desperate to save the life of his friend, Ilya managed to lie down in the coffin first, but nothing happens, as he is far too small to fit it. Svyatogor, wise as he was strong, lifted his friend from the coffin and rested in it himself. As he did, it began to close of its own volition, slowing easing into the earth beneath them to bury Svyatogor. With his last breath, the giant transferred the whole of his superhuman might into Ilya, a final gift to his friend. Having the strength of a hero, but needing a method of travel, Ilya found a strong and good foal named her Karushka. He washed her, walked her, raised her himself, all the while telling her that she would be the steed of a hero of the people. As she entered adulthood, she carved out her own legend, being Ilya's flying steed who could trample an army to death.

Ilya would go on to appear throughout Russia alongside Karushka as a hero to the people and defender of the innocent for nearly five-hundred years, becoming known across the land as both a powerful hero and a devout saint. He accomplished many grand feats, even being known for defending an entire city alone against an enemy army, but his most famous feat was defeating Nightingale the Robber, a powerful beast that had the form of both man and bird, and would murder people with its powerful whistle. Ilya defeated the beast in single combat, being able to resist the whistle, and brought it before Prince Vladimir of Kiev. The Prince wanted to hear the beast's whistle, so he gave it some wine to heal its wounds. When it was healed, Nightingale whistled so long and so loud that it destroyed all of Vladimir's palaces and killed everyone nearby. Everyone save for Ilya. Ilya took the beast to an empty field for a final showdown, and there decapitated it.

Weapon: Ilya wields the sword Kladenets, as all true Bogatyr do.

Parameters:

Strength: A+(+)

Endurance: B(A)

Agility: B(A)

Mana: D

Luck: C

Class Skills:
NAME OF SKILL: Magic Resistance
RANK: B
EFFECT: Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. Ilya is not only a hero of incredible resilience, but was also one of great piety, being made into a saint, beatified, and also worshipped in Russian Orthodox religion, giving him a good amount of resistance to magecraft.

NAME OF SKILL: Riding
RANK: C
EFFECT: Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Ilya is commonly portrayed in art on horseback, but doesn't have many legends of him being a skilled rider.

Personal Skills:
NAME OF SKILL: Svyatogor's Gift
RANK: A
EFFECT: Grants one the strength of the Giant Bogatyr himself. Strength and Endurance cannot drop below B.

NAME OF SKILL: Bravery
RANK: C
EFFECT: Ilya was a great hero who feared no beast, man, or army of men. Provides resistance to mental interference that Charms, Confuses, or causes Fear.

NAME OF SKILL: Flesh of Castle Walls
RANK: A
EFFECT: Ilya's skin was known as "the strongest armor," and it was referred to as being as sturdy as a fortress. Ilya is able to shrug off most forms of damage. This skill additionally confers the benefits of Natural Body at equivalent rank.

NAME OF SKILL: Shoulder to Shoulder
RANK: A
EFFECT: Ilya frequently appears in legend alongside other epic heroes, creating a force that is more than the sum of its parts. While fighting alongside one or more Servants, Ilya and any Servant he's allied with has their Luck parameter boosted one rank. The effect immediately ends if the Servant(s) betrays Ilya's trust.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Sword Kladenets

Title: The Strength of the Bogatyr

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Self

Range: Self

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The Sword of Kladenets is a magic blade that frequently appears in Russian folk tales, and a large amount of Bogatyr have used it, not just Ilya. Despite the uncertainty of his lengthy list of legends, it is presumed that the sword aided Ilya in holding the city of Chernigov against the Polovtsi.

The sword's power is Reversal. When a Bogatyr needs it most, the sword gives them strength. When Ilya is facing death, as a last-ditch effort he can activate this power. While the sword is in his hands, his receives a boost to his Strength, Endurance, and Agility parameters. This boost lasts until Ilya has fallen, has slain his opponent, or one of them is forced to retreat.

Name: Karushka

Title: Flying Steed of Murom

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 2-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 300

Description: Ilya's powerful steed, who could travel great distances in a single leap and once trampled three Tsar armies at once, Karushka is a force to be reckoned with. She has served Ilya throughout his journeys, and at no point has she ever failed him.

Karushka can reach up to 500 mph, both on the ground and in the air. By leaping straight up into the air, and then stomping down with all her might, she is able to unleash a huge blast of mana, debris, and displaced air that explodes outward. Karushka is equal to a millennium rank Pegasus.

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@Red Alice

Oh! So then does that mean Archer Shirou or Assassin Kiritsugu are both banned as well? Or is it like a case by case basis kinda deal?

Sorry, I'm really scatterbrained today, I really should have already known not to use Lyudmila

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Archer Lyudmila Pavlichenko

Name: Lyudmila Mikhailovna Pavlichenko

Title(s): The Soviet Union's Most Dangerous Woman

Class: Gunner

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: 12th of July, 1916 - 10th of October, 1974

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: Lyudmila was a dedicated woman who was a model Soviet soldier. She adhered to orders and carried them out to the absolute best of her ability. She was studious, a quick learner, and had the instincts of a honed huntress. Even after the war, she was focused and sharp, taking her intense discipline with her into her career as a historian. However, she also had the horribly common habit of trying to shoulder everything. Through a combination of her skill and being a bit older than the other female recruits, she became someone to look up to. When a mere 500 female snipers of the 2,000 who joined survived, she held herself personally responsible. If only she had been better, a better teacher, a better role model, a better guardian, maybe those women might still live.

That is why she fights in this Grail War. Her wish is for another chance. A chance to try even harder, to save as many of her comrades as she possibly can.

Appearance: Lyudmila has silvery hair and deep crimson eyes. She is lean and lithe, and wears a blue military uniform jacket with long coattails. She also commonly dons a brownish-gray hooded cloak.

Bio: Lyudmila was in Bila Tservka in 1916. By fourteen she joined a sharpshooting club and was an employee at the Kiev Arsenal Company. She was twenty-four and in her fourth year of studying history at Kiev University when the Germans invaded the Soviet Union. She was one of the first volunteers at her nearby recruitment station, and a mere two months later she made her first two kills as a sniper, using her Tokarev SVT-40 rifle. She and many other female snipers were assigned to the 25th Rifle Division, and almost all of them looked up to her.
Many of them were scared and very young, barely even adults. She took them under her wing and considered them all under her personal care. That same month, she was promoted to senior sergeant when she confirmed her 100th kill, carrying her squad to glory. A year later, as a freshly promoted Lieutenant, she reached 250 confirmed kills and her fame swelled. She added to that fame by also starting to take out enemy snipers as well.

She continued to battle the German army for eight months in Sevastopol when the tables turned on her and her sisters in arms. The city was well under siege by the oncoming German army. The battle had raged on, and was nothing short of grueling. Sleep was broken, and a sudden explosion or a particularly thundering round of gunfire constantly kept the squad on edge and awake. Stress was getting to everyone, and Lyudmila didn't keep her girls on as tight a leash as normal. They were tired, she was tired. They had earned what little reprieve she could give.

When the Germans' mortars fell, they were too scrambled and unprepared to respond.

Explosions sounded all around them, destroying the buildings and parks they had been resting in. From the very first explosion, Lyudmila had lost a few of her girls. By the fourth she found herself wounded and trapped, pinned in place underneath rubble and debris, forced to watch all of her sisters fall while she lay trapped, surviving through an unwillingness to die and a bit of good fortune. Just in time, but all too late another squadron arrived to save Lyudmila. She was one of a handful of survivors of that attacks, and the 25th Rifle Division was listed as destroyed. Given her status as a symbol for Russian soldiers, she was pulled from active duty and trained new snipers until the war's end. After the war, she received her Master's in history and worked as a historian. She received all manner of reward and recognition, even from the leaders of other countries, but never forgot the horrors of failing her girls. Watching them die. She carried that guilt until she died in 1974 at 58 years old.

Weapon: Carries an NR-40 Soviet combat knife. It's in decent condition, and has a particularly long blade, but is otherwise unremarkable.

Parameters:

Strength: D

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: E

Luck: C

Class Skills:
NAME OF SKILL: Marksmanship
RANK: A
DESCRIPTION: Lyudmila is celebrated as one of the greatest military snipers of all time, and is the most successful female sniper in history. She is credited with over 300 kills, with between 35 and 40 of those kills being enemy snipers.

NAME OF SKILL: Independent Action
RANK: B
DESCRIPTION: Lyudmila's life as a sniper meant she had to move in small squads, and oftentimes alone. She became accustomed to, and skilled at, surviving in the harsh Russian wilderness.

Personal Skills:

NAME OF SKILL: Sniper's Perch
RANK: B
DESCRIPTION: Lyudmila can masterfully settle into a spot and take enemies out from it with ruthless efficiency. Skill functions as Presence Concealment of the same rank, but the Servant only gets the effect if she is lying still in an area that she knows contains hostiles. [Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear and become extremely difficult to be detected. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.]

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Lyudmila's SVT-40

Title: Best Shot in Soviet Russia

Rank: C (B)

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 5-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: Lyudmila's Noble Phantasm is her deadliest shot fired from her personal rifle, the same shot that claimed the lives of over three hundred enemies. The shot deals immense damage to any target in a localized point that allows it to easily pierce obstacles between her and her target, leaving a small, circular hole. Both the penetrative and killing power of this shot is increased while her Sniper's Perch skill is active.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Saber Yamato Takeru

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Name: Yamato Takeru no Mikoto

Title(s): Prince of the Storm Sword, Brave of Yamato

Class: Saber

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: 72 - 114 A.D

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality: Yamato Takeru was once brash, reckless, short-tempered, and most of all, dangerously competitive. However, after years of religious study, traveling, and repentance, by the time of his death he was a changed man. Patient yet stern, commanding yet gentle, he found balance within himself. This is reflected in his fighting style. He endeavors to be ever calm, thinking and acting in harmony, his mind and body working in sync. He is eager to see his homeland in the modern day.

The only regret he took with him to the next life was the murder of his brother. Even if it means he would never pick up the sword, never become a legendary hero, he wishes he could take back that blow. Wishes he could undo the death. Remove the betrayal and hurt from his father's eyes. He is someone who understands his place in the grand design, and as a Servant is prepared to follow the commands his Master presents him with.

Despite his regrets and his reserved nature, he still comes alive in combat, and loves no situation more than when he is outnumbered. He thrives under pressure, and no matter how much he tries to deny it, craves the sweet taste of victory even long after his death.

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Bio: Yamato Takeru was born Prince Osu to Emperor Keiko, the 13th Emperor of Japan.

While he wasn't the first-born, and thus, would never inherit the seat of Emperor, he enjoyed a life of luxury and status. However, he was born with a brash and courageous spirit, coupled with a dangerously competitive nature. He took up the arts of the sword and frequently trained with his older brother, Oosu. One day, during a showcase of their skill, the younger brother accidentally dealt the older brother a fatal blow, ending his life. Enraged and fearful of Osu's temperament, Emperor Keiko sent his son away to Izumo province to undergo tutelage in the Shinto faith. It was on a mission with his teachers and peers to Kyushu when they were attacked by the Kumaso tribe, a coven of barbarians wreathed in bear skins. Osu was forced to reveal to his peers his uncanny skill with the sword and slew the Kumaso bandits single-handedly. One of the enemies praised him, giving him the name Yamato Takeru, the Brave of the Yamato Family.

Yamato Takeru returned before his father, having been tempered into a warrior of great skill, but also of considerable wisdom by his years away. However, the Emperor remained unconvinced in his son, and sent him to the easternmost part of Japan, the land that housed those who disobeyed the imperial court. There, Yamato was no prince, no son of the Emperor. He was treated as just another criminal, and left to toil in the lands, struggling to make a living. He went on a long journey that found him in Ise, at the Grand Shrine. He came before his aunt, Princess Yamato-hime, High Priestess of Amaterasu, the Goddess of the Sun. He fell to his knees before her, deeply repentant for slaying his brother and breaking his father's trust. His aunt took pity on him, and by invoking the favor of the Gods, bestowed upon him a Holy Sword that previous to him only deities had ever been granted permission to touch. The Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi. It was equal parts gift and test. The sword was of such great power that killing in anger or for his own selfish reasons would be extremely easy.

He thanked his aunt and with her help, created a scabbard wreathed in a protective seal to help contain the boundless power of the sword. Then he left, heading off on his own to travel the country. In his travels he saw and experienced a great deal, all the while never unsheathing the holy sword at his side. He soon met Oto Tachibana, the woman who would become his wife. He sought her hand, but discovered she was promised to an evil, treacherous warlord. The warlord hated the way Tachibana looked at Yamato and devised a plan to kill the both of them. He organized a hunting expedition and invited Yamato Takeru, who accepted out of kindness. However, it was a trap, and when Yamato arrived, only he and Tachibana were present, alone in a large field of grass. From atop a hill, the warlord and his personal army loosed a volley of flaming arrows at the field, aiming to burn and skewer Yamato and Tachibana. Forced to defend not only himself, but the woman he loved, Yamato drew the mighty Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi from the scabbard, grasping it in both hands. With one swing, he cut all the grass in the field with an invisible blade of wind. With another swing, he conjured more wind and redirected the rain of arrows, returning them to whence they came. The warlord was slain, but not out of hate. Yamato felt no desire to beat him, only to protect Tachibana. Sure that he had done the right thing, he renamed his blade the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, and sheathed the sword.

Yamato never returned to his father. He was happy enough raising a family with Tachibana. The two of them lived happily for many years, and Yamato met his death much later, when he went hunting without the sword, much to his wife's protests, and fell in battle with a monster. He died with his only regret being the murder of his brother. He saw the moment as a release from the world he'd occupied long enough. He was entombed in the Ise province and his sword granted to his son, the 14th Emperor of Japan.

Weapon: Yamato wields an additional double-sided sword on his hip, one he used before he came to hold the Kusanagi sword. Aside from being of good quality and craft, it is mundane. He does not wield a katana, seeing as he died centuries before the first katana was forged.

Parameters:

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: D

Luck: B

Class Skills:
NAME OF SKILL: Magic Resistance
RANK: B
DESCRIPTION: Takeru's sword, one of the three Imperial Regalia of Japan gifted to the emperor by the Gods themselves, boosts his innate Magic Resistance up one rank. Negates E, D and C ranked spells. It is difficult for them to be affected even by Greater Thaumaturgy.

NAME OF SKILL: Riding
RANK: C
DESCRIPTION: Yamato Takeru was not noted as a particularly skillful horseman, and appears with a noticeably low Riding skill for a Saber. Capable of gaining a basic understanding of modern vehicles. Capable of handling mounts and vehicles with the skill of seasoned professional riders or tamers. Seems to have innate talent whatever vehicle and mount under them.

Personal Skills:

NAME OF SKILL: Divinity
RANK: D
DESCRIPTION: Being a descendant of both the sun goddess Amaterasu and the storm god Susano'o affords him some level of divinity. It is hardly more than negligible, however.

[Effect:] Divinity can break through certain skills granted to one through piety.

NAME OF SKILL: Protection From Arrows
RANK: C
DESCRIPTION: Through both his own natural reflexes and the powers of his sword, Takeru has a strong defense against ranged weaponry, as seen when he defended himself against a volley of flaming arrows. However, since he relies more on pushing away the attacks and less on dodging them outright, this skill is lower than it could be.
[Effect:] Affords the user some level of defense against ranged attacks. Takeru uses gusts of wind and his own honed reflexes to bat attacks harmlessly to the side. At this rank, it is effective against mundane ranged attacks, but not magecraft or a Noble Phantasm of even below average power.

NAME OF SKILL: Storm Sword of Valor
RANK: C
DESCRIPTION: As long as Takeru is near his sword, he has a level of control over the weather. When he realized the sword could use blades of wind to cut the grass around him, he named it the Grass-Cutter.
[Effect:] Yamato Takeru can calm or call up to gale-force winds. (62-74 kph)

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi

Title: Grass-Cutting Sword of Gathering Clouds

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-75

Maximum Number of Targets: 700

Description: The Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, an ancient double-edged sword, was once called the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, the Sword of Gathering Clouds to represent its magical powers. Unlike other legendary swords, the Kusanagi was not often used for single combat in its tales. Instead, the true strength of the sword is its raw magical power, capable of calling mighty winds, enough to impress the God of Storms himself, Susano'o.

When unsealed, it calls huge amounts of wind to itself. With each swing, it releases blades of wind that have both high concussive force and high cutting power. It is not a single attack, but more of an "enhanced state" that effectively extends the range and scope of the weapon dramatically, thus giving it its classification as an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

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