Kyuuzen

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Ilya Muromets

^{Shinto Outskirts with Master}

@Crusader Lord

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There was no other way to really describe it. Ilya Muromets was elated.

To even be called to participate in a war for the Grail was an opportunity. A chance to claim that treasure for both himself and for his Master, and to have their wishes be granted, and a chance to test his sword and his might against other great heroes. However, in addition to being summoned, he was called by a particularly capable Master. He could trust Sophia to hold her own in a battle between Masters. He was extremely grateful for that.

Having said that, upon entering this time, he noticed a few... irregularities. Firstly, he was appearing part way into the war. His Master's previous Servant had fallen to a "red-haired enemy Servant" that he was on a constant lookout for. Whoever this Servant was, he had certainly left quite an impression on her. Ilya's pride demanded he destroy this foe, but his wisdom suggested that he may be quite the powerful opponent if Sophia had such an opinion of him. There do exist those kinds of Heroic Spirits that stood out as being extraordinarily powerful. The other irregularity was this Servant's strange power. According to Sophia, he had "taken" everything he walked upon. There was no process, he simply conquered and controlled things, including leylines.

So he watched. Set his watchful eye over the preparations, watched for this enemy Servant, and through his observation, saw his Master leave the large Japanese-style complex she was living in. He shifted back into physical form and appeared before her. "Has anything approached as of yet? Familiars, servants? Anything odd?" Ilya smiled in response to her question, attempting to clear away any doubt or negative feelings she may have.

"Nothing yet. Should something happen, I shall tell you of it immediately." He punctuated this sentence with a courteous bow. He had never had any issue with bending the knee for a worthy lord, and that hadn't changed now. Even if it had, winning the Grail would require them to work in tandem. "My vows have been sworn. You shall hold the Grail, Master." The least he could do was reassure his Master that she would see victory.

Fate Servant Ideas

El Cid

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Class: Saber
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Birth and Death Dates: 1043 – 10 July 1099

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Fate Servant Ideas

Sir Percival

"In the name of God and the King of Knights, I shall obtain the Grail."

Sir Percival, Knight of The Round

Class: Lancer
Gender: Female
Birth and Death Dates: Arthurian Era
Alignment: Lawful Good

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Before she was the second seat of King Arthur's Knights of the Round, she was simply Percilla, a curious, brave young girl with a protective mother.

She was born to King Pellinore, a legendary king and knight who once bested the legendary King of Knights in a jousting match, and an unknown woman who Percilla simply knew as "Mother." When Percilla entered the world, her mother was terrified of her future fate. Pellinore's line held a twofold destiny. The first was to eternally chase after the mysterious Questing Beast, a creature with the head of a snake, the body of a leopard, the haunches of a lion and the feet of a deer, until the beast was slain. The second was to send one child from every generation to serve as the guardian of the Holy Grail itself. Mother did not wish this for Percilla, and when Pellinore was killed by a knight in all red armor, she spirited her daughter away to the forest to be raised away from society and civilization.

Percilla grew up as a curious, but kind and loving child, with an uncanny knack for befriending animals. One day when she was 15, a group of armored men on horseback. Their leader approached the teen girl and introduced himself as Sir Gawain, leader of these men and one of the Knights of the Round. Percilla was awestruck by their gallantry, their heroism. Gawain himself was a kind and handsome man, but had the air of a seasoned and mighty warrior. When they departed, Percilla's decision was made. She would see herself become a Knight of the Round. She befriended a mare, seeing the men had all appeared riding horses, and rode it back to her cabin. She told her mother that she was leaving, and that should they ever meet again, Percilla would be a Knight. She took a wooden hunting spear and departed for Camelot.

When she entered Arthur's court, riding a wild horse and garbed in rags, she was certainly quite the sight. The pompous nobles all either laughed at her or voiced their displeasure at seeing her appear before the king without a summons. However, King Arthur merely watched her. Percilla couldn't take her eyes off of the King. She slowly stepped forward, all laughter dying down and the guards ready to draw blades, when she dropped to a knee and bowed deep before Arthur. Even without knowing the intracacies of society, she felt this person's sovereignty, their right, no, duty to rule Britain. She spoke without rising from her bow, begging to join the ranks of the Knights of the Round. Everyone was taken aback at such a request, save for Arthur and the Knights themselves. At that moment, the Red Knight who had slain Percilla's father stormed into the court. Seemingly in a fit of rage, he cursed the King and stole a single goblet before fleeing. Arthur gave Percilla a single order.

"Defeat that man, and bring back both the goblet and his armor as proof, and I shall make you a Knight."

With order given, Percilla mounted her horse and took off after the Red Knight. She met him in single combat and defeated him with only her hunting spear. She set to remove the armor, but was ignorant in the fastenings of it. Gawain, the knight she had met, had appeared, telling her that he was sent after her to lend her aid, should the Red Knight prove too powerful an opponent. He was impressed with her capability, her fighting style that was created through improvisation and instinct, as opposed to a form or methodology that was taught to her. He helped her remove the armor, and sure enough, she returned with it and the goblet before Arthur. As promised, the King made Percilla into Sir Percival, Knight of the Round Table, and was, surprisingly, given the second seat. The newly named Sir Percival was given armor to denote her status, as well as a strong and sturdy spear to replace her old one.

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Parameters:

Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: C
Luck: A

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Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A
Cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'.
Having been near a source of power identical not in scope but in nature to that of the Holy Grail, Percilla has increased resistance to magecraft.

Personal Skills:
Knight of the Forest: A
Before her Knighting, Percilla was a girl who lived among the beasts and foliage of the forest. She cannot be lost in a forest and can commune with and befriend animals as long as they aren't familiars or otherwise obligated to follow the command of another.

Destined of the Grail: EX
Percilla's father and the family he hailed from were chosen to defend the Holy Grail, her sister served as its vessel, and she herself not only wields a weapon borne of the Grail, but also aided Galahad in finding it, her destiny is truly centered around it. As such she can feel the Grail's pulse, allowing her to locate it through a special sense.

Protection of the Faith: A
Known as the most pious of all the Knights of the Round and meeting her end in the Holy Land, fighting for Christianity as well as the King of Knights, Percival is granted an incredible resilience against mental interference.

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Grail Lancea

Reforged Sword of the Grail
Type: Anti-Fortress
Rank: A+
Range: 1-99
Number of Targets: 50
Description: When the Grail Sword was shattered, Percival managed to reforge it where all others failed. She reforged the weapon in the form of a double-sided glaive, the Grail Lancea. She is extremely skilled with this weapon, and that alone makes her an extremely dangerous opponent. However, the glaive becomes an unstoppable force when its power is revealed. Upon invoking the glaive's True Name, it produces a torrent of mana that coats Percival in holy light. She then charges forward and delivers a mighty thrust, temporarily taking on the visage of a shooting star. This thrust is extremely powerful, as the glaive contains a tiny fragment of the power of the Grail.

Fate Servant Ideas

Iron Hand of Germany

Gotz von Berlichingen
"All due respect to His Imperial Majesty, but he can kiss my ass!"

Class: Saber
Gender: Male
Birth and Death Dates: 1480 – 23 July 1562
Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Gotz von Berlichingen, Gotz of the Iron Hand, a knight who was once the symbol of national integrity, and of rebellion, accredited with carrying the spirit of Germany on his back, riding into battle with his emblematic Iron Hand.

By the time he was born, Rome held ownership of Germany. All German knights fought on behalf of the Holy Emperor Maximilian I, and Gotz himself was no exception. He entered under the command of Frederick I, Margrave of Brandenburg-Ansbach, and spent nearly every day of the next two years fighting and struggling to survive. However, by the year 1500, he left Frederick's employ, deciding instead to form his own mercenary band, leading a group of extremely skilled warriors and selling their talents to the highest bidder. For four years it was like this, changing leaders and storming battlefields, with Gotz at the head of every charge. The enemies were plentiful, and he and his men got plenty of experience against all manner of combatant.

In 1504 he was serving the Duke of Bavaria, Albert IV, defending the town of Landshut against siege when his position came under a massive amount of artillery fire. During the blasts, Gotz sustained many wounds, culminating in the loss of his right hand. However, the battlefield had not seen the end of him. He commissioned a replacement, a prosthesis made of iron, one that was extremely durable and powerful. Gotz became so skilled with the arm that he eventually regained even his ability to write with it. Between now and 1518, he had run several missions, including strikes against Nuremberg merchants and even kidnapping and ransoming the Count of Waldeck, Philip IV. This resulted in him frequently being placed under Imperial Ban, which entailed having his human rights stripped completely away. However, he never managed to stay under ban. He would later be captured after ordering his men to surrender against overwhelming odds, but he himself staying on the field of battle.

His next adventure was in the German Peasant's War, where he led a rebel army against the Ecclesiastical Princes of the Holy Roman Empire. However, the downfall of this army was the fact that he only had the loyalty of the men who'd fought with him in the past. The other men were unruly, of little skill, and had issues with following orders. As more and more men were lost, those closest to him convinced him to go home and wait out the doomed rebellion in peace. In light of his excellent service and status as a symbol, he was acquitted of all charges placed on him for leading the rebellion. However, this had been a trick, and he was instead captured and imprisoned by the Swabian League. For two years he was a prisoner, forced to fight for his life without his sword or his arm. However, he was freed when the prison came under attack from a Roman force, led by his oldest and closest friends. He spent the next ten years serving under Charles V, Emperor of Rome, battling against both the Ottoman Empire of Suleyman the Magnificent as well as Francis I of France. After spending forty-seven years in combat, he died in the peace of his home, leaving behind ten children, three daughters and seven sons, to carry on his name.

Gotz was ferocious, brave, and a little insubordinate, and is credited with coining the phrase "kiss my ass." He charged ahead without waiting for order or command, confident in his own abilities as a warrior. However, to his love, his children, and the men who served him, he was unfalteringly loyal, willing to dive into Hell itself for them. When his brothers in arms became oppressed, tread upon by the lavish and bloated Romans, he led the rebellion against them, his Iron Hand a stand-in for the strength and pride of Germany. He was brash and wise, wild and tempered, cunning and kind. He dedicated himself to fighting the enemies of his country, no matter who that may be, and in the end, died with only one wish on his lips. The wish to undo some of his decisions, to keep fighting and die on the battlefield, rather than allow himself to be talked into retreating and dying in a soft bed. He wanted the same end as his brothers in arms, and to fight until that end.

Gotz is tall, lean, and muscular, with pale skin, blue eyes, and hair as white as snow. He wears an officer's coat that has been fitted with steel plates on the back and shoulders, leather trousers, and armored boots. He carries a single-edged sword and his signature Iron Hand as weapons.

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Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: C
Mana: D
Luck: B

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Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: C
Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.
Gotz has probably come across a magus or two in his lifetime but doesn't have any special protections against magecraft.

Riding: B
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.
Like all knights of the time period, Gotz was a well-trained and capable rider.

Personal Skills:
Rebel Hero: B
Gotz was a man of strong convictions, and he wouldn't turn his back on what he believed in, regardless of who became his enemy because of that. Increases his Magic Resistance specifically against making him stand down by magical means, short of a Command Seal, of course. Also confers the bonuses granted by Bravery at this rank.

Iron Hand: EX
Gotz's right hand is both his legend as well as a part of his fighting style, both in offense and defense. When attacking or defending with the Iron Hand, Strength is treated as being one rank higher.

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Name: Eisenhand
Title: Iron-Forged Rebellion Fist
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1-35
Number of Targets: 1
Description: By storing a large amount of mana in the Iron Hand and releasing it from a port on the elbow, Gotz can throw a punch that uses a burst of mana as a jet. It is incredibly fast, and devastatingly strong, but as it is a punch, it can only ever hit one target.

Fate Servant Ideas

Watanabe of the Four General Kings

Watanabe Tsuna
S A B E R

"I would rather not be bothered with something as tedious as the Holy Grail War, but I need my wish."

Class: Saber
Gender: Male
Birth and Death Dates: 953-1025
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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How could a man like Watanabe Tsuna have possibly been one of Minamoto no Raiko's Four General Kings?

Tsuna is completely and without any remorse, lazy. A savant with a blade from a young age, mastering the art of swordsmanship came as easily as breathing for him. Coupled with this was his unimaginable strength. Even as a child he was said to be stronger than any man had seen before. As he grew older, his fame grew, but he desired none of it. He merely wanted to rest in the shady spots of his peach orchard. However, when Minamoto no Raiko came for him, offering him a place among her retainers, he couldn't turn her down. The other three didn't quite understand why she would want such a slouch, and even she had to admit their point was a fair one. However, she knew they would change their tune when they saw Tsuna in action.

While on an adventure, charged with the duty of slaying Tsuchigumo, a giant spider yokai they encountered in a mountain cave. In order to give Minamoto the opportunity to kill the monster, Tsuna ripped a tree out of the ground and threw it on top of the great spider, knocking it down, wounding it heavily, and stopping its movements. After this quest, the other members of the Four General Kings began to appreciate Tsuna, even with his laziness. His love of sleep and total lack of concern for many pressing matters constantly put him and Sakata Kintoki at odds, but they never battled, managing to keep the peace.

Minamoto and her retainers swiftly became legend, known by all throughout Japan. However, that fame was only going to increase, as they were tasked with rescuing Princess Ibaraki, a beautiful girl who had been captured by the oni Shuten-Doji.

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Parameters:
Strength: A
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: B

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Noble Phantasm

Name: Onikiri
Title: Demon-Cutting Sword of Hachiman
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1-5
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Watanabe's sword, so excellently made it was said that the great god of war Hachiman himself aided in its construction. It is incredibly sturdy and incredibly sharp, well suited to cutting through even the tough hide of an oni. When the true name is invoked, mana courses through the blade, increasing the raw cutting power. With a single step and a single cut, Tsuna can slash through any opponent, even if they have skin as strong as an oni's.

Name: Daiengi no Kyoukan
Title: Slayer of Grudges
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: The arm of Ibaraki-Doji that Watanabe claimed as a trophy and lost again. Invoking its name causes his left arm to morph into the arm of that damnable oni. When in this state, attacks made with the oni arm are treated as having strength one rank higher. Tsuna can also use the technique Onika no Ken, which allows him to create a strong torrent of flames that consume whoever his target happens to be. Owning the arm, even briefly, is a part of his legend, and thus the Throne has bound the arm to him, much to his own chagrin.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Prydwyn na Airell

Native District; Traveling

@Paradox Witch

As Prydwyn neared the Native District, he became privy to a few... abnormalities.

First was the huge riot. It seemed like the denizens of Fuyuki were insistent on burning their own homes to the ground. Second, speaking of burning, was the fires. He found a somewhat decent vantage point to observe the chaos from. What the Hell had caused something like this? What had caused the gunfire, the desperation and despair? What had caused these beings to cast away the shell of humanity and act as beasts?

Most of all, what in God's name had left these corpses?

Corpses was a strong word to describe what Prydwyn had seen. As was cadaver. Any word that, by definition, described a body without life within did not fit the scene before the mage. It was less of a killing and closer in nature to an abstract painting, done entirely in the red hues of viscera. Two men, or at least that's what Prydwyn could assume them to be, had been utterly destroyed, their innards left exposed to the outside air. He clenched his teeth tightly and suppressed the urge to vomit. He'd seen death before, it was impossible to not in the hard, dirty streets in the States that he'd called home. But this was... something else.

Was this what the Grail War was?

He shook that thought from his head and cursed himself for thinking it. That was weakness, and one not shared by experienced magi. He made to move deeper into the district, hoping his unassuming house had been spared destruction, when he was lifted and spirited away into the cool air.

"Vassal, if you must test your might, do not do it against mindless violence of the populace. Find worthy opponents and match them."

Of course that's who it was. Despite himself, Prydwyn's heart leapt at the sound of Lucius' voice.

He fought the accompanying smile.

"Ah, Saber. Forgive me, I was merely looking to collect my belongings. But judging by the state of the district..." speaking this way was tiresome. "A bloody awful idea that would have been, eh?" Somehow his hair became slightly more red, his general aura more unmistakably Irish. Or maybe that was a trick of the light. Prydwyn's features grew a bit solemn, much more sobered as the image of the gruesome murder flashed in his mind, but with his face on the dead man's, but beneath the horrors there was a distinct happiness there. Happiness at the return of his Servant, a man who no doubt had not a single iota of care for his Master? That was troubling. His lips parted, and barely above a whisper: "Thank you, your Imperial Majesty."

The moment passed and Prydwyn paid it no mind, hoping beyond hope Lucius wouldn't acknowledge that. "So, you enjoy your fight? Don't seem like you took much in the way of, ah, injury."

Fate Servant Ideas

One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu

伊達 政宗 | Date Masamune

One-Eyed Dragon of Ōshu

Class: Archer
Gender: Male
Birth and Death Dates: September 5, 1567 – June 27, 1636
Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Personality: Strong, severe, cocky, wild, brave. The One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu was a man of extremes. From a young age, he was conditioned, mentally and physically, to be the greatest. No general of the Sengoku period was more disciplined. No general expected more of his men. No general threw quite as lavish a party, and only a small few were willing to lead the charge, to be at the front line, shoulder to shoulder with their followers. His men were expected to deal every enemy a crushing defeat, and in return, his men celebrated loudly, their cheers and drunken war songs echoing into the night. Defiant in the face of adversity, of overwhelming odds. There is no Earthly force that can make Date Masamune feel fear.

Appearance: Date's battle appearance is certainly striking. He is garbed in blue armor, with a golden crescent moon resting upon his helm. Hanging from his shoulders is a blue and gold officer's coat with long coattails. He wears it as a cape. Over his right eye is an eyepatch with a golden cross on it. His entire visage is nothing short of ostentatious. Outside of battle, he will wear whatever his master dictates but prefers the color blue.

Bio: Date Masamune was born into the Date clan, a long line of powerful daimyo that all reigned over the Oshu region. As a mere child, Date Masamune was stricken blind in one eye from smallpox. As a boy, he gripped the eye in his fist and plucked it from his own head. By the time he was 14, he led his first campaign, leading his forces in an attack on the Soma family at the behest of his father, Terumune. By 17, he had proven both his might and his mastery of strategy repeatedly on the blood-soaked battlefields he left in his wake. He had proven that he was worthy of the title of the One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu. Terumune decided to step down as daimyo and put Masamune in the position instead. This was the birth of the legend.

He flew across Japan, and within a year, had expanded his territory by capturing most of Ashina and their allies' land. This result in a man named Hatakeyama Yoshitsugu capturing Terumune. Masamune appeared before the two of them with riflemen at the ready but hesitated to give the order, despite his father shouting for him to do so. Still, Masamune hesitated, so Yoshitsugu slit Terumune's throat and leaped from a near cliff, plummeting into the river below for safety. At this moment, Masamune swore he would never again hesitate to kill an enemy. He raided Yoshitsugu's sole remaining castle and sentenced him and his family to summary execution. In 1589, at the age of twenty-two, he finished destroying the Ashina, wiping their entire clan from the Earth, and claimed their home of Aizu as his new base of operations. By this time he had done battle against all sorts of opponents, including the mages that were in Ashina's employ. A third of Japan had been claimed by Masamune, and it had only taken him five years. Only one man had outdone him.

In 1590, Toyotomi Hideyoshi approached Masamune. Hideyoshi had taken Odawara Castle and had compelled the few remaining daimyos to back him. Through the joining of those forces, the remaining two-thirds of Japan was behind him. Masamune knew he was no match for Hideyoshi's might, but even so when Hideyoshi attempted to bring Masamune into his alliance and unify all of Japan, Masamune refused. Hideyoshi gave him time to deliberate over the matters, but when he returned, Masamune once again refused him. Hideyoshi was enraged, and Masamune had expected to be executed for this, but instead, Hideyoshi offered him a deal. If Date would serve Toyotomi, Date would be given freedom, and Masamune's actions would not be scrutinized. Masamune accepted this deal, and Japan was unified.

After a time in Hideyoshi's service, Masamune was given Iwatesawa and all the nearby lands to use as his home base. In the spring of 1591, Date moved there and had the castle rebuilt and named it Iwadeyama. 13 years later, there was a huge town at the base of the castle, and was a major economic and political center. It was around this time that he was sent to Korea during Japan's invasion. His troops were a large part of why China had to step in to halt the bloodshed. It was said that Korean archers could not fire out of fear of the Japanese advances. The Japanese were said to advance so quickly that before a Korean archer could fire two arrows, a katana had run them through, and among them, the One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu once again produced results that no other general could. However, Hideyoshi's own campaigns were a one failure after another. Unfortunately, Masamune's raw efficacy was what made China step in to end the war, causing his death and leaving behind his young, naive, weak-willed son, Hideyori as ruler in his place. At this time, a man named Tokugawa Ieyasu took his chance and diposed Hideyori, claiming the seat of ruler of Japan. Masamune agreed to support Ieyasu, being convinced by his closest friend and advisor Katakura Kojuro, the Dragon's Right Eye.

Identifying himself as an enemy of Ieyasu, Ishida Mitsunara attracted an ally in the form of the Uesugi clan, who he outfitted with magi who supposedly wielded darkness as a weapon. Ieyasu responded by making Masamune the First General of the Eastern Army, granting the One-Eyed Dragon one half of his military might. Masamune appeared before the Uesugi clan and Mitsunari, behind him an army of both Tokugawa's men and his owned. With a bestial shout, he ordered forward his troops and they clashed with Uesugi and Ishida. The roar of Masamune's firearms and the reliability of his steel won out over the dark magecraft of Ishida. Masamune nearly wiped out the total of the Uesugi clan, and Mitsunari barely escaped with his life, only to be captured later by villagers and beheaded in Kyoto. Before he died, he declared that his Magecraft had shown him the truth that once lay buried; Date Masamune truly was a dragon, and possessed the heart of one. Unfortunately for Mitsunari, no one cared. Masamune was a respected general, warrior, tactician, and hero.

The defeat of Mitsunari was the first step that lead to the victory of Ieyasu and period of peace that lasted over two-hundred years. After having spent fifty years on the battlefield, Masamune finally slipped from this life at the age of 69.

Weapons: At his side he carries two swords, katanas with the guard of a European saber, and on his back, his trusted matchlock rifle.

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Parameters
Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: C

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Class Skills:

Independent Action: B
It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for two days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage. Masamune was a hardy man, a survivor with or without his army behind him. As such he has materialized with this rank.

Magic Resistance: A
Cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'. Masamune was known as the "One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu," and ironically, that was not far from the truth, as the Date line had descended from an Eastern dragon whose name was lost to time, which is what allowed the family line to produce so many powerful daimyo, culminating in the sole most legendary member, Masamune. In addition to this, he battled against Japanese magecraft through much of his career.

Personal Skills:

Bravery: A
The ability to negate mental interference such as pressure, confusion and fascination. It also has the bonus effect of increasing melee damage. Not even a single time in Masamune's life had fear caused him to turn away or retreat. Even against his certain death at the hands of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, he remained defiant, unwilling to bend out of fear.

Charisma: A
Masamune rallied a third of Japan underneath him, and only ever had one man betray him. None of his troops ever deserted, ever surrendered, and they all did so out of their loyalty to the One-Eyed Dragon. He could have easily declared himself a King or an Emperor, but an Emperor couldn't ride on the frontlines of his army.

One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu: EX
Everywhere he went, Masamune only tasted victory, and never knew defeat. This was in part to an ability, one etched into his bones, his very cells. This skill constantly adjusts probability over time, and the longer Masamune stays in battle the more effective it becomes. If he faces down an opponent he couldn't hope to win against, this skill makes it so that he has a chance, however slight. It is based on the concept of "Date Masamune never loses."

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Noble Phantasm:

The Eye of the Dragon

^{"Sakebu, Gozen Ryuuju!" (Shout, Roaring Dragon Gun)}

Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: 150
Description: Masamune readies a round that is the combination of his status as a descendant of dragons and the bond between him and his "Right Eye," Katakura Kojuro. When fired, the bullet gains an aura in the shape of a blue Eastern dragon, and soars through the sky with incredible speed. Upon reaching the target destination, the round triggers a massive explosion that lights up the night sky and destroys the target and the surrounding area.

It is said he was named the Dragon of Oshu for the destruction he left in his wake, and this Noble Phantasm is that legend given form.

The Undefeated Army of the Dragon

^{Ryuu no Guntai Ga Futatabi Noru (The Dragon's Army Rides Again)}

NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: 300
Description: Masamune's men, loyal to him even in death, emerge as an army of Heroic Spirits. Armed with the standard arms for soldiers in the Sengoku period, including katana, naginata, yumi, nodachi, and rifles, they charge the enemy with Masamune at the helm, accompanied by his horse and his greatest friend Katakura Kojuro, and cut them down. They respond to and carry out any command given by Masamune, including complex military formations. While it takes a significant toll to keep them summoned, if provided with ample mana, Masamune can even call upon them before a clash and attack enemies with an army when they were expecting a single warrior.

Masamune's legend is that of one of Japan's greatest generals, and would not be complete without his loyal soldiers.

Fate Servant Ideas

Lady of Pain

Su Daji
Fox Spirit of Zhou

The Lady of Pain

"Your agony is... exquisite."

Class: Berserker
Gender: Female
Birth and Death Dates: Unknown, died 1046 years before the birth of Christ.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil

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Personality: Before she became the demoness she was fated to become, Su Daji was the epitome of virtue. Chastity, kindness, temperance, she embodied all the good of humanity, and given the opportunity, might have even become an entirely different type of Heroic Spirit. Alas, that is not the case. After an event that changed her to her soul, she became lustful, sadistic, cruel, wrathful, prideful, practically any sin one can think of. She believes that all the world is hers to take, and her sole wish for the Grail is to be reincarnated, that she might control the rulers of the modern day, just as she controlled rulers in her own time.

Appearance: Daji is scantily clad, that much is obvious, and prefers that over full nudity. She craves that extra bit of desire that she causes when she leaves something to the imagination. She will outright refuse to wear cheap or inelegant clothing, just as she refuses to accompany her Master in spirit form. All must witness the excellence she exudes.

Bio: Su Daji was originally the daughter of noble Su family, and her great beauty was only matched by her equally great virtue. She was well-loved by the people of the state of Yousu, and loved them, as well. However one night, while bathing alone, she was approached by a thousand-year old fox spirit. The spirit struck her a mortal wound and possessed her body. Normally, this simple possession would have been the end for Daji, but the pain and anguish of death served to tether her soul, causing it to warp and fuse with the fox-spirit. Her curses and negative emotions and the evil spirit combined to form a "new" Daji, one who was wicked and cruel, who delighted equally in carnal pleasure and torture. Shortly after this, Yousu was invaded by King Zhou of Shang, and he took her as his prize. She became his favorite consort, partly due to her natural beauty, but also due to the fox magic she used to control his mind, and through his mind, the people under Zhou's rule.

It is there where she gained fame and legendary status as Shang's Lady of Pain. She was very fickle, constantly demanding things of Zhou. Sometimes she had him through lavish parties, where the feasts were described as "ponds of alcohol," and "forests of meat." Other times her gatherings were dripping with debauchery, such as an elaborate game of cat and mouse, played in the nude. Still other times, she would have people tortured and killed merely to satisfy her curiosities. She had a man's feet removed to see if his skin was resistant to ice, she cut open a woman's belly to see her unborn child, she even had Zhou's uncle killed and his heart removed in order to confirm the saying "a good man's heart has seven apertures," but the thing she was most well-known for was the Paolao, a cylindrical bronze structure that was coated in oil and heated by a furnace that served as the structure's base. Victims would have to "dance" to avoid burning their feet, which was made extremely difficult by the oil. When the victim fell off, they were burned alive by the furnace.

Inevitably, her wickedness and control of Zhou caused the people of Shang to rise up against the ruling couple. Zhou was executed and Daji was brought before a priest who was tasked with exorcising the evil spirit. This took many days and nights, but the priest's skill, experience, and faith eventual won. The spirit was exorcised, but having fused with Su Daji's own spirit, it left behind an empty shell. Su Daji spent the next few days as a soulless husk, before eventually dying.

Weapon: She wields a spear that, while ornamental, is useless in her hands due to her lack of training with the weapon.
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Parameters:

Strength: E (A)
Endurance: E (A)
Agility: D (A)
Mana: A (A+)
Luck: A (A+)

Class Skills:
Mad Enhancement: E- (EX)
Most of the time, Daji is perfectly sane. That is to say, capable of speech and understanding and of above average intelligence, as opposed to being a raving madwoman. However, under certain circumstances, not only is she robbed of all reason, she cannot even formulate words, only unleashing screams and wails of anguish, in both her voice and in another, beastial cry. In return, she gains power that goes beyond humans.

Personal Skills:
Fox-Spirit Magecraft: A
Quite unlike a typical Berserker, Daji can utilize the supernatural abilities of a thousand-year old fox spirit. With these abilities, she can shift her appearance, seduce any man or woman, and summon nine white orbs known as Star Orbs, which can serve as an outside source of mana for her Master as well as fire balls of otherworldly green flame. Resisting her seduction requires a either a Luck check or resistance against Mental Interference.

Agony and Ecstasy: C
What Daji gains from watching a human be tortured to death or engaging in physical intimacy goes beyond mere gratification. From participating in these activities, her wounds slowly heal, and mana is slowly replaced. For a substantial effect, substantial sacrifice is required.

Battle Continuation: B
The spirit that serves as Daji's puppeteer does not feel her pain, and cares not for her anguish. She could lose a limb and the spirit would pay it no notice. Only a wound that either kills her or robs her movement can put her down.
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Noble Phantasm:

Paolao

^{Ránshāo lú Kùxíng}

Rank: C
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Daji brings her target into her torture chamber, both lavish and terrifying. There, she sits on a plush throne as a Paolao, a tall, cylindrical furnace that is drenched in oil, appear underneath the target. The furnace will heat up and is slick with oil. Leaving the Paolao for any reason will cause the target to be swallowed up by flames that emerge from underneath the furnace.

Nine Tails of the Celestial Fox

^{Tiāntǐ Húlí Dàolái}

Rank: EX
NP Type: Anti-Unit (Anti-Army)
Range: 1 (1-99)
Maximum Number of Targets: 1 (500)
Description: Daji's normal form is the body of the woman who was once known as "Su Daji" being driven by a malevolent nine-tailed celestial fox. However, upon the activation of this noble phantasm, her form changes. Her hair turns white as snow, and nine white fox tails spill out from her lower back. This form is the power of the fox spirit, but is controlled by the true Su Daji's lingering despair and rage. In this state, no one is spared from her wrath, not even her Master, if they are nearby as she rampages indiscriminately. Her attacks, while still wild and untrained, carry a lot of power, and she gains the instincts of a fox, boosting her combat abilities to their peak. Her cries, which are constant and unceasing, come with a fox-spirit spell that causes those who hear it to fear for their lives. With a particularly devastating cry, she can release a beam of super hot mana that immolates all it touches from her mouth. This Noble Phantasm constantly draws large amounts of mana from her Master, and she is too mindless to stop. She will stay in this state until she is killed, forced back into human form through the use of a Command Seal, or sucks her Master dry. If she is forced out of this form, she will be extremely weak, only capable of running.

This Noble Phantasm is the culmination of the negative emotions left behind by Su Daji, and the legendary power of a celestial fox-spirit. Her cruelty, however overstated, has been cemented as a part of her legend, so the Throne has bestowed that legend upon her as a Servant.

Fate Servant Ideas

Knight of Demeter

Artegal

Champion of Justice

Class: Saber
Gender: Male
Birth and Death Dates: Sometime during the late 5th and early 6th centuries.
Alignment: Lawful Good
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Personality: The embodiment of justice, but a justice that is tempered by mercy, Artegal was the ideal image of a true Knight. He, above all else, was the judge of the wicked, and alongside his companion Talus, slew all villains he came across. He believed in the goodness of humans and spread the values of love, temperance, duty, loyalty, and, of course, justice. However, his devotion to justice went to the extent of a character flaw. Even when acting unjustly would save his life, or the life of a friend, he will not betray his justice of his own volition.

Appearance: Artegal is of average height, with eyes and hair of deep crimson. While doing battle as a Servant, he appears in a regal set of silver, white, and red. While he is off duty, he prefers modern coats with long tails, boots as opposed to sneakers, and a combination of red and white clothing.

Bio: Artegal was a traveling knight, who, alongside his companion Talus, a man made entirely of iron and thus could not be wounded, spread the values of justice wherever he went. It was on these travels that he came across a knight who challenged him to a duel. Artegal was wary, having heard of this knight's undefeated status and magic spear, but accepted. In the end, the knight's spear was no match for his own sword Chrysaor, granted to him by the goddess Demeter. The duel ended when Artegal struck the knight's helmet and destroyed it, revealing his opponent to be a beautiful woman, the embodiment of chastity Britomart. Upon looking at her, he swiftly fell in love. Britomart revealed to him that she saw his face, a reflection in her father's enchanted armor, and was destined to marry him.

The three of them continued traveling together, Artegal and Britomart's love growing ever deeper. They met many fellow knights of great virtue, including a certain "Holy Sword-wielder" before he became king. However, all was not well on this journey. Artegal was tricked into the servitude of the wicked slave-mistress Radigund. While he was of sufficient strength to defeat her with but a swing, his own sense of duty demanded that he remain loyal to any ruler, and thus he did not fight her. Talus would not come to his assistance, either, believing that justice demanded Artegal remain in the clutches of Radigund. She was instead defeated by fair Britomart, which in turn freed Artegal.

Talus believed that Britomart's murder of Radigund was a massive breach of justice. He labeled both Artegall and Britomart villains and demanded their blood be spilled as recompense, as a life of chasing and killing villains had warped his mind and left his honor the thin shield holding back his bloodlust. Artegal saw that his old companion has become a beast, and met his old friend in combat and, using the unstoppable power of Demeter, cleaved his old friend in twine.

It is unknown when he died, as he and Britomart disappeared into the annals of history shortly thereafter.

Weapon: Wields an ornate silver and gold sword that is his Noble Phantasm. In addition, he carries a spear with a flag that bears the image of sheaves of wheat, the symbol of Demeter. He fights primarily with the spear, as drawing the blade would reveal his true identity.

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Parameters:

Strength: A (A+)
Endurance: B
Agility: C
Mana: C
Luck: B (A)

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: A
Cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'. Artegal held Demeter's favor, both figuratively and literally, and her blessing shields him from Magecraft.

Riding: C
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Because he does not have an anecdote of riding anything special or worth mentioning, he receives a low rank in this Skill for a Saber.

Personal Skills:

Protection of the Goddess: B
A skill that demonstrates the protection of the goddess Demeter. Functions as Protection of the Faith at the same rank. Artegal was gifted with Demeter's favored possession. Truly, she must have felt quite strongly about the man.

Charisma: D
Denotes the ability to easily gain friends, companions, and followers. Not high enough to lead an army, but certainly a party of heroes. Artegal was extremely handsome, causing the lady knight Britomart to fall in love with him merely from seeing the reflection of his face in armor.

Embodiment of Justice: A
This skill grants the user increased Strength and Luck while fighting those who are villains or act unjustly. That is not to say people who are evil, but people who go against the laws dictated by chivalry, honor, and basic decency. Artegal will lose this skill if he acts unjustly, even if compelled by Command Seal. Artegal was called the "Champion of Justice," and defeated every villain he encountered. He would not falter in his duty, even at his own detriment.

Noble Phantasm:

Chrysaor

Dóro tis Dímitras

Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-Fortress
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: 200
Description: Chrysaor is a mighty sword gifted to Artegal by the Goddess Demeter and was her favorite weapon. It is blessed with divine power and it contains "a hero's adamance," which allows the wielder to cleave through anything before them. By declaring the True Name of the sword, Artegal may release a huge crescent of light, the merest fraction of Demeter's own divinity. Only a blessed defense can have any hope of halting the light's advance.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Prydwyn na Airell

Fuyuki; Outside Einzbern Forest

@Paradox Witch @Cu Chulainn @Crusader Lord

Watching the fight through their bond as Master and Servant was... no.

Perceiving anything at the speed at which Saber simply existed was a herculean task in and of itself.

Pyrdwyn saw what the Sword Emperor saw, looking down at a man who was greater than men and forcing him to weather a storm, a veritable typhoon of strikes and blows with that legendary bloodied lotus was a sensation that nearly pulled Prydwyn out of his own body. For a single instant he forgot himself, lost the connection of feeling in his limbs as he watched the fight. He forced himself back, but this whole scenario was almost making him shiver.

Existing in the same moment as these two titanic warriors was nothing short of terrifying.

He knew that both his Saber and the enemy Servant were exceptional, even among the monumental standards of a Servant, but the thought that he shared this city with a multitude of Masters who had called forth these Gods would have rendered him speechless, had he not been already. Sweat gathered on his brow and when he tried to swallow, he realized that his mouth and throat were drier than they had ever been before. He gritted his teeth, using the minuscule discomfort of grinding his molars together with all the strength his jaw could muster to feel something, anything.

Through Saber's eyes he saw the enemy retreat, possibly preparing some sort of counter attack through some opening that Prydwyn couldn't have possibly noticed. In that moment, taking the full glory of Mimung's visage, he felt worry. Saber was a god of combat, of that there could be little doubt, but he was a god sealed within a mortal shell. If that blade pierced his spiritual core, he would be defeated. However, before that worry could finish registering in his brain, Saber spoke.

"Burst."

He felt an intense pull on his mana stores from his Servant that winded him. Even for him, who had circuits that were far above average, both in quality and in quantity, the explosion that heralded Saber's divine speed was almost more than he could take without warning. Luckily, even though he hadn't had time to brace himself for such mana expenditure, Saber was also pulling power from the very land. That simple fact allowed him to stay on his feet. When the feelings of sickness and fatigue passed, he felt his anger flare up. That idio-

No.

I'm the idiot.

He looked around, using the input from his own eyes. Why was he even still here? What support could he offer? Saber's words rang in his head. Being this inexperienced, this ineffectual... this was being a nuisance. He would die trying to fight the war this way, trying to remain by his Servant's side on the frontline, when he was little more than an insect watching a force of nature clash with another. His fists clenched and he sword under his breath. He turned away from the clash of Servant behind him and activated his Reinforcement magic. He leaped off of the squat building he was on and ran. He took a safe and winding route, one that would throw off a human follower, but certainly not a Servant. He didn't believe that, not after what he'd witnessed today. He made his way towards his residence in the Native District, one he'd paid a lot of money to hold in silence. He pulled the hood of his ancestor's cloak over his head as he went. He decided against bothering Saber with this information.

As if he could possibly hide from an existence such as the Emperor's.