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“I am Roland! Born in poverty with nothing to my name!” Roland’s eyes narrowed at this challenge. “I was born with this body as my own. And no power on earth has ever taken it from me! I have been, from the day I was born, Master of my destiny! And I will surrender my freedom for nothing! If there is a consequence, then I will damn it anyway! That was my way as a child! That is my way now!”
As the boar bore down upon him, Roland leapt back. The earth shaking and flowers scattering in the carnage brought forth. But Roland, Roland did not stop. Instead, he took a great sense of energy in this battle.
“You and I… I will take your soul apart, and make it my own!”
As horses burst into the fields, Roland reached out. His hand gripping a mane, and pulling himself onto the back of the wild stallions that stampeded like a raging rapid. Circling the boar as it struck back and forth, Roland saw the black ground where the flowers were torn up. “I am silly! I am foolish! I am a idiot who tosses his sanity aside! I would never change that!” Roland’s feet dug into the sides of the stallion, and he reached out. Grabbing for the tusk of the boar as the stallion rushed past it. Gripping, and dragging the beast around, the force yanking it’s head into the dirt.
“And because I am a fool! Because I am a man who does make mistakes. That means I do not have an upper limit! For I… AM ROLAND! That is all I know! And I shall define Roland with each challenge I face! Much like you define yourself! And my definition… MY DEFINITION OF ROLAND IS ONE WHO DEFEATS YOU! Can your definition match my own?”
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Yet Roland did not bend. He could not bend. He had set himself upon a single minded task. And as the pressure grew, so too did the song pounding in his ears. The song that echoed and pounded. Against the odds, he stood in defiance. “No. My shape will not do.”
He was a hunter. He was a man who had slain beasts great and small. All for the simple fact that he could. In a way, that matched the beast that stood before him. A beast that felt that because it could, it could take what he wanted. But in that regard, there was no hero more perfect for facing the creature with a heart so brave, and a mind so singularly focused.
“I refuse to give you my body. Because this body is missing a piece.” A hand reached to his shoulder, where the arm had been removed. There was nothing but a scar there, and it all seemed to fade away at that point. “Instead, I propose something else. Help be complete this body! This is the form of a hunter who slew a dragon! This is the form of a hunter who has challenged giants! But if this is the body that slay… It is also a body that heals!” Roland took a step closer, his one hand raising.
“I have chased after love! I have fallen in love! I have been denied love! And in the end I was denied my life. Like you. But I have healed. I have come back from the brink. Just like you have come back. As such… I refuse to lose this body to you. Because then we’ll just repeat a vicious cycle of mistakes. The only way forward.”
“Is for man and beast to finally see a point, where we are the same body!”
When you rule something through fear or domination, it will always seek to destroy you. Roland did not need fear. That was never how he led. Instead. Olivier was his wisdom, and he was her strength. Astolfo was his sanity, and he was Astolfo’s courage. Now. He would and the boar, would make such a pact.
This was not domination or mastery. It was something greater. It was the song… OF A PALADIN!
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It was a field, much like the one they stood upon. The land may have been foreign to him, but in a way it may have been home to one of them. Roland stood there, no longer sitting as the world had changed. It seemed the same, but it was different. But…
Roland no longer had an arm. Was it symbolic? He was back to one arm, and his armor was gone. Instead, he stood there with only himself, and nothing else. His legend alone. His body alone. No Durandal. No gifts. No miracles. This is the true Roland. Stripped of it all.
And Roland’s breath was heavy. Or was he even breathing? He wanted somebody to explain all this to him. Maugris could. That boy raised by a fairy. He knew everything about this spiritual stuff. But Roland had to do everything by himself. No…
He didn’t! He had somebody with him, helping guide him. Helping him find the right route through this. He wasn’t alone!
Before him, there was his obstacle. A boar. A darkness. The only part of this that separates this from the waking world. It was… A behemoth. Almost twice his size, and a blackened creature. Blue and red danced along its body, like exposed veins. Pumping blood through a corrupt body.
“Hello.” Roland said, looking at the creature that had become his arm. “You’re a lot bigger than I expected.”
The year is 2030, and the Clocktower has refused to end the Grail War. Despite the wishes of the Tohsakas, Einzberns, and Matou families, the Clocktower chose to keep the ritual going. Rin Tohsaka has been confined to her home to keep her from interfering with the new war. Waver is under house arrest at the Clocktower. Shirou and Illya have left Fuyuki and are in hiding. The Matou family has collapsed. And the Grail?
It needs to grant a wish. All the magic that has failed to grant a wish for so long has become dangerous. That magic has become tendrils, reaching out into different worlds. Lostbelts connected to our world, if only for a moment. Pulling in servants who might not have even appeared in a normal war. This desperation calls out and masters are created enmasse, Command seals coming to even the desperate or weak.
Noticing this, the Clocktower made the choice to bring the Grailwar home. Bringing the grail to Europe, but that never came to be. Mid-way through the journey, the grail vanished. The couriers dead, and nothing but egg on the Clocktower’s faces.
Until… The announcement. The Grail had been stolen by the American mage association. Known to the Moonlit World as the Freemasons, the American government agency of magic that has taken the Grail for their own. Now, the Grail is in Blue Fields, Montana, a lesser known location of the western part of the united states.
A new war begins there.
__________________________________________________________________________ SO! You may be asking, what's this? Well, long-ish story cut short, the grail wars didn't end with 5, but continued. Most major characters have moved on, or are kept out of the grail war proper. Now taking place in America.
Co-Gms will be @floodtalon and @Red Alice __________________________________________________________________________ Base Rules
1) Be nice.
2) No metagaming, powergaming, the basics really.
3) Be reasonable when apping Masters. I fully expect someone to go insane with their Servant, but I don’t want to see a Magus with True Magic participating in the war.
4) As per usual for these sorts of RPs, joke Servants, heroes older than Gilgamesh, and Gods are not applicable. Note however that we are not stopping you from apping “Lostbelt” Servants. If you can come up with a cool alternate universe version of someone, feel free. However these Servants will be under heavy scrutiny, with a maximum of three “Lostbelts”.
5) If you lose your Servant in the middle of the war, there is no need to fear. You can resummon at the cost of 1 Command Seal, however you cannot resummon the same Servant twice.
6) Don’t turtle up in your Workshop. While we won’t stop you, we won’t intervene when someone finds your base and immediately uses an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm on you with no chance of escape. Go out and fight, that’s the whole point of a Holy Grail War.
7) Have fun and make sure everyone else has fun! While this is a PvP RP with a high probability of characters dying, let’s make sure everyone gets to do some cool stuff yeah?
8) There are only the classic servant classes available. No extra classes. The only extra class is Avenger, which can be applied for under certain circumstances.
__________________________________________________________________________ How this war will work - When applying, you will make both a Master and a Servant. (You can only make one if you find somebody who is willing to make the other for your pair.) - The war as mentioned before takes place in Montana. During the winter. So expect heavy snow fall from time to time. Mostly because it's dramatic to fight to the death in the snow.
Name:
Title(s):
Class: As this is a war with [Non-Basic Classes], I have listed all options in the sheet for your convenience.
Catalyst: Completely optional, and mostly fluff. But this is the material used to summon your servant. Usually something important to their story, or something that can be linked back to them. Like a necklace, or the bones of an animal they killed.
Personality: Feel free to fill in as you please. Include why they answered the summons of the Holy Grail- what wish do they desire? Or perhaps do they just want to partake in glorious battle.
Appearance: This is what your character looks like; describe armor in Noble Phantasm's if it's special. Unless stated otherwise pictures will be what your character looks like, exactly. If you have a picture delete this section and throw it at the top of the sheet.
Bio: Heroic Spirit's biography. If you're too lazy to write one use Wikipedia or another website for this, but this is your Servant's legend. You should have something here, for sure. Any changes to their characterization should be covered in this(King Arthur as a girl).
Weapon: Some Servants may use non Noble Phantasm weapons in combat. Usually this should only be one or two things as appropriate.
Parameters:
Strength: Damage. A rank STR means one attack can destroy a small house.
Endurance: Damage one can take. How much HP one has.
Agility: Dexterity or reaction time.
Mana: How much Prana one can handle.
Luck: Ability to defy fate.
Class Skills: For all skills. Please do not just put name and rank. Give an explanation of what it does. Your class skills are listed by class elsewhere. Use anecdotes, feats, and themes to gauge where this should be.
Personal Skills: Certain abilities a Heroic Spirit may have, such as Charisma, Artistic Talent, etc. Keep close to the legend. Three maximum. Exceptional circumstances may bend this rule, however Personal Skills exist to create a themed servant so keep that in mind.
Noble Phantasm: Limit two. Exceptional circumstances may bend this rule, however Noble Phantasms exist to create a themed servant so keep that in mind.
Name:
Title: Kanji name. Usually an explanation like "Sword of Promised Victory."
Rank: E-EX. Plus modifiers are possible
NP Type:
Range: 1 is minimum, 99 is maximum. Format is usually something like 2-50, that's Via Expugnatio and Bellerophon's range. That means Via Expugnatio cannot attack you if your range is 1 from it.
Maximum Number of Targets: 1 to 1000. The format is usually a single number. This may get weird depending on your classification.
Description: What does it do? A paragraph for fluff and a paragraph for what it "does" is usually best. However I will trust you in the formatting. Try to be somewhat original here- Iskander is a really cool guy, so don't make Iskander 2, no one can do that.
If you have any questions regarding masters, let me or one of my Co-Gms know. We will be providing extra material in the OOC proper.
Name:
Title(s):
Appearance: (This is what your character looks like; a picture up top also works~)
Gender: (Duhh.)
Age: (How old is your character? The maximum age for a non-distorted magus is probably 300 years.)
Rank: (Your capability as a Magus. Use this even if you aren't part of the Association, as in that case it's just a designation it would use to describe your talent. Ranks are listed in the opening. If a member of the Association, it can be inflated by politics.)
Objective for the Grail: (What will you wish for? Or perhaps you have another aim for the Grail. . .)
Command Seal: (What will it look like when you summon your servant? Optional. Pictures are acceptable, just spoiler them.)
Personality: (A paragraph or so suffices. We want to leave room for development!)
Bio: (A few sentances, just a basic ideal. Include information on the family you're descended from. The more information on the family, the more its detailed, the more its coherent, the more justifiable having, say, an above average Magus is)
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Magic Circuit Switch: (What activates your magic circuit. For example, Tohsaka Rin activates hers through the sound of stabbing herself in her heart. Emotions and feelings such as pain or sexual arousal also work. Optional, as it's fluff for your character.)
Number of Magic Circuits: Number of circuits. Ranked A-E. Modifiers allowed with scrutiny.
Quality of Magic Circuits: Amount of magical energy one circuit can safely hold. Ranked A-E. Modifiers allowed with scrutiny.
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Elemental Affinity: (Average one's are acceptable, as well as dual elements. Valid elements are Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Ether. Special elements beyond this are acceptable, but are under scrutiny. Additionally, you can list your Origin here if you want to bother with it.)
Magecraft: (Include all schools of magecraft you know, including General Magecraft(Things students at Clocktower would know). We assume they do not know the basics unless the basics are included as an example. If its not mentioned here it's assumed that particular type of magecraft is not something within their capabilities. Do not apply individual spells, but you can use them as examples.)
Crest: (Rough age of the crest, thus family. The magecraft within the crest is assumed to be in your magecraft section.)
Weapon: (Mystic codes, other weapons, etc. Any magus should have a few mystic codes, average for this sort of situation will be considered 3.)
Exceptional Benefit: Meant to be a representation of the special situation inherent to a specific Master. Representatives of the Mage Association, Church, or Middle Eastern organizations will have their own special benefits, with their own special risks.
Second Owner- Your Magus' Family owns spiritual land somewhere in the world. You may summon your servant in America, or in your own land.
Superior Mystic Code- You may have an exceptional mystic code. It should have importance. It may be a family heirloom, a spoil of war, etc. It is a very high grade mystic code that won't count against your mystic code section in the sheet.
Finality- A singular spell that is a secret technique passed down through your family. It is truly exceptional at whatever it does. Only older families have these however.
Three Day Early Summoning- Your master arrived a bit early to the Grail War. They can summon their servant three days before anyone else. (Except for the Representatives.)
Supply Line- Due to support or contacts with an external organization, you will receive backup(material support typically) from an external organization. This could be your family, the Church, the Association, etc.
Support Magi- You arrived with ten average magi, or double that if its normal people. Every four days, you get your starting amount as reinforcements.
Advanced Technology- You possess some degree of superior mechanical advantage over other mages. Either relying on it, or merely using it as an extra advantage.
There will be more than one of each servant, so you don't need to worry about overlapping.
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Roland had followed him all the way out here. He had followed because he had been asked to. He had paused no less than five times, each time continuing to follow without looking back. If he looked back, he risked more than anything to turn from his master and join in the battle. Selfish as it was, he adored battle. But he adored peace as well. In a way, Roland felt contradictions inside him. Maybe it was in his nature merely to adore?
The forests gave way to a field, and the horrors of war were left behind. Here, no blood had been shed. No men and woman had died beneath a shield, and no fire burned away at men’s souls. Instead… It was serene. Calm. The perfect place to discuss the horrible things they had done in their lives. For neither master or servant were pure people. In a way… They were together because they had made the same mistakes in life. Yet different mistakes.
“I fight for love. Yes. That is true. But is a love of all the mistakes people make.” There was silence as if to soak in the meaning of those words. “I loved a woman who did not love me back. That was a mistake. But in accepting that, I learn to love my mistake. That my mistake led to a journey of improvement. I threw my sanity to the moon. That was a mistake. And yet in accepting that, I love myself. I love my sanity with a greater force than I had before.”
He took a step closer, slowly unwinding the cloth that covered his arm. Letting the shroud fall to the ground, and sitting before his master. “You see, I too killed a man. I killed many a men. I once promised four brothers safety, and yet I led them like sheep to a slaughter. I did things I cannot undo. But… I do not make that mistake twice. And that is my love. My love of humans and their ability to grow from their mistakes. No matter the cost! That is the love that I shall face the great lover with! And even if it is a mistake to do so, I shall continue to love it! Because it was a mistake I made!”
Durandal struck the ground between Roland and his master, sinking into the ground. As if to share its miracles with the world.
Roland’s eyes closed shut, and he let out a breath. And as Roland drifted into a peace, he repeated the core of his love. Yet at the corners came an unsettling. As Roland’s mind drifted, as he confronted the core of his love… He wanted the love of others. He wanted them to love him as much as he shared his love. He wanted Oliviers love. He wanted the love of his uncle. Was this greed? Was this his mistake?
Of course Tesla would land a bird on his head. That man still found ways to mess with him, even after almost getting himself out of Xerxes hair forever. How useful it might have been otherwise. But it seemed events had leapt forward, and then steamrolled ahead. In fact, this bad feeling only piled on. Was it another master? Was it that strange red headed servants? Or was it something else? Before he could speak up, another servant had arrived. One he hadn't seen until now. One with a warning.
"An enemy army is approaching. We all must band together if you are to fight the monsters I have seen."
"All servants, form a line." Xerxes ordered to those able. "All masters, retreat to the Einzbern's location." Xerxes looked into the distance, eyes narrowing off into the distance. The church was the safest place he could imagine, but at the moment, that would be impossible. After all, the enemy lay between him and that location. He had only brought a few cases of the Haoma with him, and if things escalated, he may need it all. "Tesla, you hold the line wherever you are. I'm sending Berserker to your side to aid you." He said, directing it to the bird. No doubt it would fly back and carry that message for him. There seemed to be more than enough servants at the moment to hold whatever line was needed here, while the masters retreated to the forest. The hotsprings were too open to make a good stronghold if things went south.
'Berserker! My order is this. Look for Tesla. You are to back him up and follow any orders he gives. Do you understand? Return to the Hotsprings.' Xerxes kept this message short, and focused his attention otherwise. "Miss Einzbern, the bounded fields are all breaking down, and the leylines are free. We should make it our first move to secure them, and focus that magical energy into our servants. If this is a siege, we shall need to be unbreakable." When possible he would need to make a break for the church. Re-secure his hold there, and focus the weapons there upon this enemy.
Xerxes decided to lead the back of the retreating masters. Not because he wasn't interested in his own life. But if they were attacked, he still had his ace in the hole to cause a distraction on any chasing enemies. "Now, MOVE!"
There was a pause as Xerxes took in the target laughter of a certain figure. A figure who chose not to come in person. He took joy in imagining this Carly Beth as a midget. Fat. Ugly. Blister's all over her fingers. Hadn't bathed in months. Farting between breathes so everybody near them couldn't help but be repulsed. Buck teeth that bit into her lip, and puss seeping from zits and blemishes that burst with every inappropriate swear. Her nose was a pug style. Snot dripping down her lips and over her chin. Probably not even a girl. A man. Wearing a bright pink skirt and demanding that everybody call them Carly Beth. As if to satisfy some kind of delusion. The only reason she stopped talking was to vomit all over the floor. Then there was the urinating. Carly Beth probably urinated all over the floor. Didn't even use the bathroom.
That was satisfying. And by the time the speech ended, Xerxes had included at least ten more features. 'Massive ears that stuck out like somebody flattened her face' was probably his favorite mental image. Not that it was appropriate, but it felt far more satisfying than acknowledging what she had to say. Xerxes was more than aware that...
Wait...
Oh no.
He felt it. A feeling of complete danger, and something on a scale he had hoped to avoid. This was somebody's fault, and he wasn't sure who to blame. "You know what... In the words of Ms. Benita. You are indeed all idiots." He snatched up his papers, and gestured for others to follow. "Servants, all of you, I suspect things went from a simple meeting, to the worst case scenario." He hadn't felt something like this when the fires started. No, compared to this, that was a mere nuisance. And this... This scenario was probably made global.
Xerxes doubted others would consider him a leader. But he was currently the first to act. Ludwig would follow, and so would Tesla. From there, every other master should stand too. At the very least it would give them a goal to overcome.
He didn't hesitate to start making orders when applicable. "All Archer servants, identify the source of this feeling." This was directed more to the servant by his side, Tesla, than it was to any of the others. "At the moment, we need to identify the threat, and act immediately. I give us all an hour before Fuyuki is destroyed by the mage association if the risk is high enough. Identify, strategize, and deal with the problem. Then we can discuss rules." He said this because as he stepped outside, the feeling of dread felt... More tangibly real than before. If he could feel it, no doubt this would be the last test for all of them. Fail, and they'd all die well before they could reach any boats.
Berserker! This channeled all the way to the damned creature. That monster that was butchering up trees. Xerxes mind opening up that connection. 'Berserker, be ready to act on my command. Do not engage until ordered to. Do you understand? DO NOT ENGAGE!' Even Berserker, as strong as he is, may not be enough for this.
Xerxes took his seat alongside many others. His hands drumming softly as already the organizer had come forward, and so too had the Einzbern master's puppet. Now, since the threats were established, it was time for the solution.
He stood, and clapped for Benita. A way of showing his appreciation. "Thank you, Miss... Benita?" He said her with with a slight accent, in a way where it came off as slightly mistranslated. "I apologize if I butchered your name. You didn't introduce yourself formally, and I have only read your name." But, finishing clapping, he reached for a suitcase he had been carrying by his side. Placing it down on the table, he flipped the latches, and introduced himself to the gathered crowd.
"I am Xerxes Kaveh, a doctor from Persia. I came to this war on request from the Mage Association. In short, I come to all of you with several solutions to the various problems currently weighing upon the parties." From the case, he pulled a small stack of papers, and passed them to his side, along with a pen. "The paper I have just handed out is a formal letter to the Mage Association. Naturally, I can send it on my own, but it will hold more weight the more signatures it carries. This may be of interest to the Tohsaka and Einzbern families, since signing may help alleviate some of the stress the mage association is placing upon you."
"You see, I propose a scapegoat of short. I have been able to confirm through my research that several of the parties that left the war may have been involved in the spreading of the fire. This will place a deal of the mage associations attention on these individuals. If they are innocent, that will be proven in court. But, their leaving the war, possibly with their servants, puts a great deal of risk on people outside of Fuyuki. That cannot be ignored. The mage association will make sure to deal with that, and it will buy us extra time to determine exactly who started the fire, and then who applied the curses to it." He made no names, but he turned his attention to the armored Paladin standing alongside the man in the horsemask.
"As for the tree, I have determined the individual responsible for that." Another paper came from the suitcase. A photo of a younger individual. "When the tree began to grow, I spied on nearby areas. I was able to acquire this photo, but that is all. They have fortified themselves heavily into their homestead, and they are a danger to the grailwar. I suspect it would require several servants to enter their area and retrieve them alive if possible."
He didn't need to say more, he was sure the other masters had caught on to the pressing dangers. "My proposition is simple. We form a task group. Each team dealing with one of the multiple threats currently endangering the continuation of this war. And, I propose another addition to the war rules."
"Servants classified as villains should be kept from being summoned in the war. As they are difficult for masters to control, and if the Oni is any example, they have no care for human lives."
"Second, The grail should be taken from the care of the Einzberns and three ruling parties. It's place of manifestation should be kept on a neutral territory, overseen by an unaffiliated party." This rule was clearly directed at the Einzbern master. Who had consistently seemed to place the grail's safety over the lives of the many innocents involved.
"Finally, all masters must declare themselves to this third party. This way, we can establish who is involved, and leave out the risk of an unqualified or unstable mage risking the lives of so many by their participation."
His decrees made sense. They may have applied pressure, but their usage was merely cautionary. There was always time to loosen the rules if matters began to resolve themselves. Anybody could agree to these rules, as they were for the protection of the people, and no master wanted to come off as dangerous considering the suspicions placed down.
"As for the task forces, I shall look to organizing a party to investigate the forest area. I shall allow others to volunteer for their interest in tracking down the red haired servant, and I shall involve myself in that as well when possible." It was in the best interest of all masters and servants to work in smaller groups. As it was clear that if they ran around all together, it'd just risk all falling apart.
Personality: An impartial and noble knight who respects and follows the path of righteousness. At the same time, he is open-minded and pleasure-seeking. Fionn does not bear any doubt, not even a tiny bit, about his own charm. "Come now! Nowadays, I am shining!" Like his appearance, his behavior is similarly elegant. However, his way of thinking is comparatively bold. His outward appearance is suitable for his youthful character. One would not particularly catch sight of that tenacious personality in the later anecdotes of his past life. Fionn is aware of the truth behind his own beauty. Regarding his appearance, it was something that he was born with so he does not have to boast about it, but that can be called a pet theory. It has been said that Fionn was a magnanimous man who, in times of peace, spent his days quietly while carrying out hunts and the likes with his subordinates in the knight order. Though he has a personality that is sort of abundant with love, he consecrates that eternal and unique love to his wife. Only in the moment when he thinks about her, Fionn Mac Cumhaill is not a knight leader, but one young man who is honest with himself.
Stats:
Strength: B+
Endurance: B
Agility: A+
Mana: C
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm:B+
Class Skills: - Magic Resistance B
Personal Skills: - Divinity D - Clairvoyance B++ - Beauty of Trouble with Women A - Magecraft B
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Mac an Luin: Undefeated Violet Flower
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Effects: This is the Noble Phantasm of Fionn mac Cumhaill. It is a magic spear that is said to have defeated the wicked fallen Divine Spirit Aillen. A two-handed spear with a length of two meters or so. A spear which, in addition to having an auto-attack function, can nullify mental disruptions that can work on the Servant. Upon activation, it shoots a stream of water, an element that his ancestor Nuada controls, towards the enemies. The name originated from Fionn's sword, but it is often seen as the same as his god-slaying spear. Thus, when materialized as a Noble Phantasm, they are morphed together. ______________
Name: Fintan Finegas: Biting the Thumb Swelling with Wisdom
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Wisdom
Appearance: It's just his thumb.
Effects: This is the anecdote of the wisdom granted to Fionn mac Cumhaill from the oil of the Salmon of Knowledge becoming a Noble Phantasm. Because of this salmon's fat that remained attached to one of Fionn's thumb, it is said that licking it quickly will grant great wisdom. This Noble Phantasm is the origin of the Uisce Beatha Noble Phantasm as the latter depends on this very anecdote. ______________
Name: Uisce Beatha: O' Life Scooped with These Hands
Rank: C
Type: Anit-Unit
Effects: Water scooped by Fionn's hands will gain the power of healing - the anecdote of the Water of Life itself becoming a Noble Phantasm. Whether it is spring water of a fountain or tap water, "if scooped with both hands," it will quickly become water with a recovery effect. When used on humans, wounds will be healed. It can also be used on Servants. Additionally, any poisons will be cleansed from this healing. Fionn usually carries a water bag with him whenever he needs to scoop water for this Noble Phantasm's usage.
So, since you guys still have no Lancer. I still have that sheet for Finn McCool on offer. Or because Black Team has Mebd and Cu is on Red, I could just make a sheet for Ferdiad.
Also I'd probably just app Kotomine as a Red Team Master.
