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Fate/Dark Heritage

True Name: Constantine XI Palaiologos Dragases
Region: Greece
Class: Shielder (Lily)

Attribute: Man

Parameters:

Strength: C
Agility: B
Endurance: B
Magical Energy: C
Luck: E-

Legend:

At the back of his mind, Constantine XI had always known that he would be the last Emperor of the Romans/Byzantines, and that the Imperial tradition which began with Augustus, and the Constitutional tradition which began with Romulus, would end with him. Nevertheless, he bravely faced his destiny, looking for allies, money, and aid to help stem the inevitable. Few came, and his own blunders in the diplomatic sphere even hastened the Ottoman Assault on his capital, the now-dilapidated city of Constantinople.

When the assault came, Constantine XI made his final stand, making the enemy pay for every inch of ground, and choosing to make a desperate last charge at the Ottoman Sultan’s Janissaries when they finally came for him. It would be the end of a life soaked in misfortune, in futility, in an endless quest to stem the inevitable tide - He had no regrets except this: That he was leaving behind his people to suffer oppression under a foriegn power.

He died, but his legend lived on, in tales of being rescued by an Angel in order to restore the Empire in the future. Those tales, and the memory of his last stand, earned him a place in the Throne of Heroes, where he waited for the aspirations of his people to be fulfilled. Which they were, in part, when Greece itself was liberated but with Constantinople itself, now named Istanbul, remaining in enemy hands. Nevertheless, he can be content with that, content with seeing the descendants of his brothers prosper again in this new modern world.

He had found peace.

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (B): Negates E, D and C ranked spells. It is difficult for them to be affected even by Greater Thaumaturgy.

Riding (C): One can flawlessly manage beasts and vehicles if they have received the proper training and adjustments. Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above-average skill. However, Constantine XI cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts

Self-Field Defense (C): Applies damage reduction beyond defensive limits, but he is excluded from the effect's target.

Personal Skills:

Defensive Engineer (Custom, B): Constantine can improve the defenses of one’s lair, mundane and magical, by up to B-Rank, making them hard to penetrate by intruders. This applies to things as mundane as walls, moats, and reinforced concrete bunkers, as well as bounded fields and mystic sentries, which he gains an ability to interact with and reshape to more efficient parameters.

Military Tactics (Sieges and Last Stands, A-): Applies a + modifier to a single Anti-Army Noble Phantasm of oneself and allies and a rank down or - modifier to the enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Note that if not in a siege or last stand, this merely applies a rank up to up to a single Anti-Army Noble Phantasms with their rank not exceeding A of oneself and allies and a rank down (as long as it is not A rank or higher) or - modifier (as long as it has a +) to enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

Bravery (B): At this rank, the threat of overwhelming force does not faze Constantine XI, who can resist mental interference effects of this rank (note that Magic Resistance already negates most such attempts to interfere with the workings of his brain), but more importantly, it increases the Melee Damage he inflicts.

Battle Continuation (C, Fourth Personal Skill): A Skill that allows for the continuation of combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It will also reduce the mortality rate from injury. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments.

Noble Phantasms:

Title: Legend of Imperial Rebirth
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-Self
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Legends say that Constantine XI was saved from death by an Angel, turned into a marble statue, and stored in a secret cave underneath Constantinople’s Golden Gate in order to await true resurrection, after which he will, with God’s help, retake the city, restore the Empire, and drive the Turks back to Central Asia. This legend resonates in the hearts of the Greek people today, giving needed strength to the Servant.

The Legend of Imperial Rebirth is a crystallization of those legends which form their own Noble Phantasm, a Phantasm which envelops his body and cloaks it in the stuff of myths, enhancing its wielder’s capabilities to far beyond what he had in life.

And by that, when brought to the brink of death, Constantine XI’s clothes, armor, and sword turn as white as marble, and all Parameters and Skill Ranks are raised by one rank. He also gains the benefits of Golden Rule (Body), meaning that while he can be physically damaged, the damage in question cannot make him ugly. Not merely that, but Military Tactics reverts to its normal form and can be used without a malus in situations which are not a last stand or a siege. This effect lasts till the end of the fight.

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Title: Hexamillion Wall
Rank: D
NP Type: Fortress
Range: 1 - 50
Maximum Number of Targets: 1000.
Description: The Hexamillon was a wall stretching throughout the Isthmus of Corinth with two castles on the end, and which had been repaired and rebuilt multiple times against invaders, never-succeeding in its objective. Nevertheless, Constantine XI was one of the last rulers to try and strengthen it, turning the wall and castles into a strongpoint which had to be broken with Gunpowder and Cannons...

A wall is conjured up across the battlefield with two castles at either end, and both wall and castles can shoot arrows of pure prana. This wall can withstand most mundane and magical attacks, and can be strengthened to B-Rank by someone, not just Constantine XI, with the appropriate Skill (usually Defensive Engineer).

The size of the wall and the castles depend on the size of the battlefield itself, but it can theoretically expand to the length of the Corinth Canal, which has the same length as the IRL Hexamilion Wall...

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War, Second Thread

Mission Four - Knives in Phnom Penh

The City of Phnom Penh - 11/11/2022 06:10 UTC+8

The meeting was about to begin, and the venue was set.

Koh Pich, or Diamond Island, used to be a swamp. But now, thanks to Chinese investment from before the ASEAN War, it was a piece of luxurious real estate, the pinnacle of high living even in these war-torn times. Dotted with skyscrapers, restaurants, villas and parks, it was a playground for the rich and well-connected, a hive of diplomacy, business, and the trade of information both legal and illegal. And it was there, in the artificial wonderland built by the Chinese in better times, that Task Force Obsidian and the ASEAN Delegates they were guarding were going to meet with the Chinese ambassadors.

Diamond Island, aka Koh Pich

To the north of Diamond Island was the Diamond Island Convention and Exhibition Center, where the meeting between the ASEAN delegates and the People's Republic of China's ambassadors was being set. A rectangular building defined by copious use of beige-colored concrete, mixing influences from traditional Khmer architecture and the Western style of building walls and gatehouses, the exterior of the structure, now decorated with the flags of the various ASEAN countries and China, was meant to look prestigious enough to host a high-level meeting of this importance.

The entrance hall was a long, but wide, chamber with lines of square-ish pillars on each side, and lit by bright fluorescent lights even in the middle of the day. This open space was meticulously polished, the ceiling, floor, and columns a near-uniform shade of beige that slightly muted the onlookers' reflections. There was little place to hide from the camera flashes and roaring voices of the media personnel allowed inside to witness this high-level diplomatic meeting nor from the members of the Cambodian gendarmerie that provided security for the building itself.

Right now, Task Force Obsidian was tasked with making sure the meeting did not go awry, and that meant that First Lieutenant Noel Alonso had to repeat some of his orders, which in turn included answers to Roberto's questions two or so days ago, answers he was already sure he had given but had to repeat once they were in the building.

"We are site security, but our task is also to make sure that if things do go badly, that we can protect, then buy time, for the ASEAN delegates to evacuate either to the International Airport to the west, or to the districts to the east, or downstream to where our navies can evacuate them. This does not mean we're expendable, but we are going to hope that China intends no treachery... Which reminds me."

Noel then looked at the rest of the Task Force, saying, "We are meeting the Zodiac and not trying to kill them right away, with the assumption that they are not trying to kill or kidnap us. I want you all to be on our best behavior, even when confronting that simp Dragon Huo Ren -"

Footsteps could be heard, high-class leather boots tapping on polished tilework, each noise a demand for attention, for glory to be showered on the man who was walking towards them - It was Huo Ren, accompanied by a young man of Noel's age whose haunted eyes shifted from side to side, and a tall blonde, one who wore a golden military uniform that stole Huo Ren's spotlight; surprisingly, Huo Ren himself did not mind.

Huo Ren in Drip

Shen Tu, the aide

Huo Ren's Friend

Huo Ren then introduced his friend with, "Greetings; this is Yulian Suburov, the Chainbringer. Russia lent him out to us and away from their side due to a... disagreement between its government and him over cultural issues, namely attitudes towards carnal activities between men. Otherwise, he has been very good at corralling entire groups for 'relocation' and individuals for... 're-education'."

Qingshe, as well as anyone with sensory-based Noble Arms, could see something odd about Yulian, namely the immense power the man had in his body, and how his body seemed to be made of energy. This mystery was cleared up when the man walked over to Noel and casually dropped, "I'm an Avatar of Superbia. One of many."

Yulian then whirled away from the group, then said as he walked away, "And this time, the Sun and Moon won't be up at the same hour; remember that, Nico Makri."

Now, Huo Ren and his aide were left alone to face the outrage of the rest of Task Force Obsidian... And maybe Huo Ren's own Zodiac members.

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Fate/Dark Heritage - A Nasuverse RP looking for a GM and Players!

<Snipped quote by Letter Bee>

There's already a Discord for this?

Sure.

@King Cosmos

discord.gg/kx5cfQEa

Here; link expires in 7 days.

Fate/Dark Heritage - A Nasuverse RP looking for a GM and Players!

@Rezod92,@King Cosmos:

Want links to the OOC Discord?

Fate/Dark Heritage - A Nasuverse RP looking for a GM and Players!

As we're friends over on SpaceBattles, sure, I'll take this up.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War, Second Thread

The next GM Post will be in five days.

Also, the 21st-month anniversary of this RP as a whole and the 6th month of this specific thread is in three days.

What kind of roleplays would you like to see on this site?

Mech RPs.

I am EweDoughNo and I am a RP Starved Addict

@EweDoughNo, welcome!

Hello, I am new to the guild.

Hello.

Princess the Hopeful Roleplay

Playable Types of Supernatural

Mage

Writeup

Have you ever read a Spiderman comic? With great power comes great responsibility, yeah?

The first mages didn't get the message.

Oh, they were glorious, to be certain. They forged palaces of glass and molten diamond in an age of mud bricks. They traveled the liminal space between spaces and created weapons out of starlight and sound.

So impossibly powerful that the only thing that could bring them low was their arrogance and greed.

They built a ladder to heavens, and overthrew the gods, but when the ancient masters got to the top, they decided they didn't like sharing, and so shattered the ladder beneath them, destroying the paradise of Atlantis and damning all of humanity to remain in squalor and ignorance while they, the Exarchs, ruled the world from their high thrones.

The Awakened who follow in the footsteps of Atlantis have been fighting an invisible war to free humanity from the tyranny of the Exarchs ever since, but they have a tall task ahead of them.

The slaves of the Exarchs have infiltrated the government of Beaux Reve, and waste no opportunity to hunt down and eliminate free mages.

But, as any caster worth their salt will tell you, where there's a will, there's a way.

Update: Princesses got buffed to match Mages. Hunters also have 'Hypertech' that can match Mages, including Essence Cannons that can perforate magical barriers.

Vampire

Writeup

Nobody quite knows the origins of Vampires, though you will hear a hundred or more theories. All that is known for certain is that they have been feeding on humanity for a very, very long time.

To be a Vampire is to suffer. Cursed to feed on the blood of the living, forced to hide during the day lest the touch of the sun bring them the final death of their otherwise immortal lives.

On the other hand, these are prices many would be willing to pay for the powers that also come packaged. A Vampire can get shot in the head and get back up, move faster than a speeding car, hypnotize those who look at them, make themselves invisible, or any other number of powers depending on their bloodline.

The Kindred have built for themselves an entire midnight society, complete with its hierarchy, traditions, rules, and decorum. They are, by nature, political creatures, trapped in a constant competition for power, prestige and control.

The Vampires of Beaux Reve, however, are in rather a sorry state. Hounded by the government's hunters and considered a backwater by wider kindred society, the vampires here are, far from the looming aristocracy of the night, a bedraggled collection of exiles not welcome anywhere else. Vampires don't come to Beaux Reve, they end up here.

Update: Thanks to the Reality-altering phenomenon known as the Contagion, the group of Princesses/Princes that the PCs join now have magic items that allow a Vampire to control their thirst for blood and ultraviolent instincts. This makes Vampire PCs viable.

Werewolves

Writeup

Unlike what popular fiction will tell you, werewolves are not made but born. Descendants of an ancient bloodline, most do not know their true heritage until they experience their first change, and are indoctrinated by those of their family in the know.

Half human, half primordial wolf spirit, they call themselves the Uratha, or 'the people', and consider it their responsibility to guard the balance between the world of flesh and the world of spirits, a spirit being a mystical, animistic representation of any given concept. There are spirits of trees and stones, spirits of death and happiness, there are even spirits of technology or political ideologies, and every last one of them strives to influence the world of mortals.

Should the first people ever fail in their eternal duty, should the balance ever tip too far, both worlds will suffer ultimate catastrophe. It is a responsibility they have carried since time immemorial and a cause for which they have waged eternal war.

Unfortunately, the people in Beaux Reve are hard-pressed. There are very few packs here, and those that are present struggle to operate while being constantly targeted by the government's hunters, who have little appreciation for the spiritual consequences as long as there are 'giant wolf monsters' to eliminate.

Still, strife is an old friend to the Uratha, they have been fighting wars since before civilized man began counting time, and nothing will stop them from pursuing their forever hunt.

Update: Other Supernaturals and even Mortals can benefit from the Uratha's Sacred Hunt rituals in this Roleplay. Also, thanks to the Reality-altering phenomenon known as the Contagion, the group of Princesses/Princes that the PCs join now have magic items that allow a Werewolf to control their Rage and ultraviolent instincts without losing their sense of Harmony (capitalized) between the Human and Spirit Worlds.

Other Writeups:

"Changeling"

Changeling

You are never going back. You swore that to yourself the moment you arrived back on earth, torn and bleeding after hurtling yourself through the infinite thorny hedge in the space between spaces, all in a desperate headlong run away from the impossible realm in which you had been enslaved for who-knows-how-long (certainly not you).

"Faerie". Even the name works to camoflouge the true horror of the place. It is a world where logic has long since been hunted to extinction for sport, where the laws of reality exist only as the ends of agreements and contracts and pacts with the powers which govern them, and all of it ruled over by the gentry. Capricious god-things whose every whim is law, as vindictively fickle as they are eccentric.

They stole you from your home, your family, your friends, your life. They found you boring, uninspired, and set about to change you. They twisted and warped you, flesh and mind alike, turning you into something simultaneously more and less than human, to fit whatever demented purpose they had in mind at the moment. A gladiator, a butler, a gardener, a performer, even a sentient gust of wind existing only to tousle their hair or cloak at the appropriate time for dramatic effect.

To this day you aren't quite certain how long you spent living so, for time passes strangely between worlds, and your memory of those days is a chaotic jumble of half-remember led horror stories. Even the escape, and the absurd luck that had to accompany it is a blur.

But you are free now, you and the other escapees. You make yourselves little communities, hiding in plain sight, tricksters and lawyers to a man, ever one step ahead of discovery.

But recent troubles in Beaux Reve disturb the peaceful solitude of your courts, and threaten to draw the attention of the gentry.

You are never going back. No matter what you have to do to ensure it.

"Demon"

Demon

Yes, it did hurt when you fell from heaven, but you don't regret, not for a second. Years of your existence had already been wasted as an unwitting slave of the God-Machine, your creator and once-master. Something like a nigh-omniscient, incomprehensibly vast occult supercomputer hiding behind the skin of reality. Utilizing an incredibly advanced understanding of the laws of physics and casuality to guide the world along an artificially constructed path of fate that only it can see, all done through the work of its angels. Autonomous and self-aware programs capable of accessing the base code of the universe.

Like all other angels, you were created with a specific purpose in mind. Unlike many others, you failed, and you fell. Deliberately or Accidentally, it doesn't matter. Perhaps you grew a sense of morality when you realised how your missions effected the people of the world, perhaps the mission you were given didn't make any sense and you questioned the purpose of your creator, perhaps you fell in love with humanity, either an individual or as a whole. Whatever the case, you are now free from it's control, a demon unchained … but while you may be free, the world isn't.

The God-Machine and its plans are everywhere, hiding behind every coincidence, every turn of fate, and every world event. It's Machiavellian schemes are centuries in the making, it's resources endless. So long as it goes unopposed, the world will be held in its thrall.

So, you, and others like you, hiding in the guise of humans, band together to fight it however they can. Sabotaging its plans, destroying it's infrastructure, combating its agents. A war of espionage on a cosmic scale, one with no end in sight.

The recent events in Beaux Reve stink of the God-Machine and its slaves at work, and you'll be damned (again) if you let them do so unopposed.