Reflection

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Archer can communicate through Aksha. He's probably gonna be busy fortifying their base for the time being. Since innovation is best with some kind of time spent just preparing.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Aksha is there, or one of them. They're all pretty much the same person.

I wasn't aware the goal was to have them all do the summoning together.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Akshamsaddin Arrives at the Meeting

It was a nice building. Of course it would be. The Mage Association clearly didn't feel the need to budget themselves. This was the problem with European Magecraft. They had purged the real talent centuries ago, and held on by following only a select few. This was why at one point the Europeans had sought the destruction of the magecraft found in the cradle of humanity. Or roughly about. But as Aksha stood at the doorway, he knew he was not the important player in this particular venture. No, he was a messenger for the duo currently making their way to the Grail War's chosen location.

Aksha had a secret, not that he hid it. He was not the only one of himself. But rather a circle of around fifteen who operated together, yet across vast distances. Together they sought one goal. To discover a way around the blockade that had kept him stagnate in his magical growth for nearly several centuries. No success on any fronts. Until that day when a letter arrived to one of the group. Passing it over to the strongest of their sect, they all knew this was their one chance to achieve a miracle wish. And, to reunite with his student. The only individual he knew who could win the grail war without a fuss.

But that was neither here nor there. The man in all those heavy robes entered the building. Stopping the occasional student for directions, and while he was sure one of them had just made directions up to annoy him, he eventually found his way to the office of a certain Director Orson.

"I apologize for arriving just a bit early. I got a tad lost along the way." Aksha said, a smile under that mask he wore, and the heavy turban tilting just a little on his head. He refused to change his clothing for anything. The outfit in question managed to both breath, and be warm in the cold. "I was making sure that I had arrived at the war's location in advance. I realize it may come off as a tad overzealous, but my student insisted on getting there early. And he needed the learning experience." He may have been a bit too vague, since he could see the confusion on the faces of more than a few of the gathered individuals. "It's complicated. But you may refer to me as Master of the Archer Class servant."

He took a seat, adjusting its position a few times to make sure he had the comfiest position possible, while still being able to look at the others. "You may all call me, Aksha. It rolls easier off the tongue I've been told."

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Mehmed and Akshamsaddin arriving in Poland.

"So, Teacher, this is where the grail war is going to be?" There was something bitter in Archer's voice. "It's disappointing. I was expecting someplace..." There was a slight annoyance to the way he spoke. As if he was disappointed by the sheer simplicity of the town chosen for this war. "Bigger." He held his hands a bit further apart, and Aksha couldn't help but chuckle at his student's dissatisfaction with the location.
"Well, we haven't reached the grail war yet. This is just a detour while we get some food." Aksha explained, picking up a french fry from the meal they had picked up. Burgers and fries, with a milkshake for Archer. He didn't need the food, but he had been out of the timeline for nearly 600 years by this point. So him scarfing down as many fries, burgers, and milkshakes as possible was clearly the conqueror making up for lost time.

Archer pushed nearly half a burger into his mouth, while his other hand brushed through the fur of a stray cat that had taken itself up on his lap. A few others strays hovered around, finding ways to get comfy around the man. All while the two of them attracted attention from a few others who spotted them.
"Well, we should avoid further detours. Despite how delicious this burger is." He said, giving his feline companions a little ear scratch here and there. "Or maybe we should get take-out. I have interest in this so called 'Chinese' food I've seen in some buildings. It clearly isn't, but it must have some merit."
"Naturally. You have missed out on experiencing so much. The grail may fill in all that information for you, but it fails to give you the experience of it. Before the war begins properly, I believe we should go see a movie in the theaters. There is one called... Mad Max that I believe you would enjoy." Aksha replied, reaching out to pat the noggin of one of the cats who had opted to follow his student. "But, I don't think your feline followers will be allowed to join us."
"What can I say? They follow me because, they know that by doing so, they will be fed and taken care of. It is the nature of things."

"Of course. That is the nature of things."

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@supertinyking I think we have room.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

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Chomp Chew!

At that very moment the owner of a small ramen shop was secretly cursing his own generosity. See some poor kid without money trying to buy ramen, and then tell him he can have as much as he wants for free. Being kind to kids is good publicity after all. WRONG! This kid right here was devouring bowl after bowl of Ramen, and he didn't even seem to hesitate to pile a bowl on top of the other. Was this even a kid, or had he been douped?
"Hey, kiddo, how old did you say you were again?" He said, leaning over the counter as the young kid placed a tenth bowl into a pile.
"Six, what's it matter?" Wain said, replying between gulps of noodles and broth. His big ears, way oversized for his head twitched back and forth. Clearly not a typical beastman from what the shop keeper could guess. Beastmen weren't purple twerps who eat too many noodles.

"Right... You got parents?"
"Nah. I'm out here on this planet alone for now. Mom doesn't like it when I call her anyway, and my uncle is still taking his catnap." Wain said as he reached for his twelfth bowl, placing the eleventh to his side.
"Right, I'm gonna have to cut you off. You're eating way too much. You're gonna get a tummy ache later if you keep gulping down egg noodles like this." The shopkeep said, pulling the bowl back.
"Fine, but that last bowl is mine." Wain replied, gripping the bowl by the rim. Pulling it back, the shopkeeper fell forward, surprised by the incredible strength the kid possessed. Wain didn't need that twelfth bowl. He just wanted it. Since after all, he was still enjoying all the food this planet had to offer. And he was out of pocky.
"Right. Of course..."

Gulping the last of the noodles down, Wain tossed the bowl right on top, and bounced from his seat. Walking away with a yawn, and wiping some sauce from his lips. He'd only been on this planet for a week, and he was bored of waiting. He'd shown up early, cursing his luck slightly the whole time. What was the point of hunting for a saiyan to train you when you arrive earlier than the saiyans you want to teach you all the cool moves?
After all, waiting like five weeks, maybe a year for a teacher to show up was BO_OOOOOORING! Reaching up and pulling on his ears, Wain let out a sigh, a groan, and then kicked a trashcan to ease his growing boredom. "Laaaaaaaame! Lame lame lame! Why do I get stuck waiting for lamers!? How am I gonna beat my uncle when I can't even get a teacher because they took the long way around!?" But before Wain could continue kicking the trashcan, he paused. Feeling a sudden rush, and he knew it was time.

"My teachers have arrived!" He jumped into the air, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Oh yeah! Bring it on World! I'm gonna be blowing you up when my training is over!" With that, he was running full tilt down the streets. Jumping, knocking over the occasional bystander, and cackling like the mad feline he is. Making his way to find his soon to be teachers.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

So, guessing we're starting soon, or tomorrow? Monday can be a bit busy.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

I'm trying to figure out how to bring in Aksha at the moment. I might have a copy show up, and chat while the current one who is a master is already heading to the mission site with Mehmed.

King's Throne [postponed]

@I Need A Name So the concept interests me, but how do the Spirit Powers work? Like what kind of power are you looking for? Like a special combo move? Or some kind of passive skill that gives them an advantage in a fight?

Like I have an idea for something like... "The Golden Rule." A power that gives the player extra bonuses in acquiring wealth, and a passive acquiring of gold. That can then be spent on items, or on dealing extra damage in attacks, or increased defense? Like a "I get more money, that I can spend on temporary attack boosts and such."

A few examples of possible spirit powers, to gauge the intended strength would be nice.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Ruler

It was cold. It was that air that signified how the sun was going down, and the war was coming in full force. In a way, he knew it was coming. He also knew that he had to accomplish the task set forward, and that... That was Ruler's burden to bare. And carry it he would, like a cross upon his back. "The storm is coming." He said those words, in a way that was as cryptic as possible. As if he was taking some glee in the idea of it. "Or perhaps, I am the one who has been forced to carry the burden of starting it."

For a moment, Ruler thought about this. He could ignore it. He could refuse his duty to strike the gong of war. He could refuse to repeat the past. I could spare the world of this. He could avoid it. He could could leave them to their own machinations. But he was not that man. He was not the kind of man to refuse the call given to him. Maybe that was his flaw? The fact that he could never turn away from something, no matter how dangerous. All he had wanted in life was the quiet life. He had to put that to rest.

Ruler stepped out onto the fields. Cold wind brushed through his hair, and a sigh escaped his lips. This was America, wasn't it? To think that in life he had never dreamed a nation like this possible. But that was the fate of a man who had been a farmer, and only became the hero he was because of the desperation of others. "Very well... I accept this burden."

He had said that too often. He hadn't truly regretted saying it till now. Falling to a knee, he wrapped a hand around the wooden grip of his weapon. Fingers digging into the cherry wood. "I accept the consequences, as ruler of this Holy Grail War!" The weapon was raised. And...
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All of them heard it. No matter where they sat in the world. No matter how far from the plains. No matter what they were preoccupied with... They could all hear it. All who possessed the power to anyway. Mages from all over the world turned their heads for a moment, and they knew it was finally here. It was a sound that reached even the Mage Association. A shockwave that reached even to Fuyuki. From her window, Rin Tohsaka looked out into the night sky.
"I guess it was going to happen either way." She said, turning her gaze to the attendant besides her. "You think they'll manage a war without a single death?"
"Unlikely. History repeats. That's why they summon heroes from the past." The attendant said, adjust his red cloak. "They exist to repeat the stories told about them. They sacrifice themselves for an uncaring world, and they die again and again. Only they can hardly be called heroes at this point. They are ghosts. Fighting on the whims of men and woman who seek to control the world."
"You know how that feels, don't you?" Rin whispered softly, and the man nodded in response. "That was a shot heard around the world just then. Now the whole world is watching. Their eyes focused on that city."
"At the very least one thing is clear." The man said, a hand on her shoulder. "This may very well be the final grail war."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
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Ruler hung his head. The deed was done. The consequences of this would hang on his shoulders now. He could no longer walk away from the action he had pushed himself down. His coat billowed in the aftermath of that. And he walked through the field. Making his way to a place to observe all this from.
"Now is the winter of our discontent..." He whispered, and he hated how the words rolled off his tongue. Making speeches just wasn't for him.

Night One has Begun

The current time is Sundown

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Akshamsaddin

Name: Akshamsaddin "Aksha"
Title(s): Teacher of Mehmed II, Reclaimer of Constantinople
Gender: Male
Age: 626?
Alignment: Lawful Good
Rank: Brand
Objective for the Grail: To break past the stagnation he has been fighting for the past 300 years in his studies and magecraft.

Command Seal: Command Seal

Personality: Aksha is a patient man.

Bio: Once, the great poet, scholar, and teacher Hajji Bairam of Angora had a vision. That he would die, but he would leave behind many students who carried on his work. And so, he set out across the lands, and began to collect students. Those who were poor, weak, or tired. And he taught them as a scholar who sought only to guide them onto a path of self-improvement through worship and understanding. And he had one particular student... That student was Akshamsaddin, or Aksha. A boy with no known history, but who came to follow Hajji as his most devote follower.

But Hajji's following did not go unnoticed. The great Sultan Mudar II had been told that Hajji's order was a danger. Calling Hajji to the palace, the scholar brought with him only one student to vouch for him. That student was Aksha. It was there that Mudar saw that Hajji and his students were loyal men and scholars, and that they sought knowledge over war. But he had one particular question. Would he conquer Constantinople? And Hajji said... No. But then a vision overtook him. And he prophecized that while Mudar and Hajji would never live to see the walls fall, it would be on the hands of a baby, and that his student Aksha would be there by his side.

Realizing the importance of this vision, Mudar appointed Aksha as the student of his only then born son, Mehmed II. Aksha held great influence over the young child, and taught him in the ways of the world. Broadening his mind, and enlightening him in a way that would lead the young Mehmed II down the path he would follow later in life. The life, of Mehmed the Conqueror.

But while his student charted his own course, Aksha followed another and continued his research into the soul and how one may continue to collect all knowledge the world had to offer. And he deduced that it wasn't possible. But as he worked, he was greeted with the only vision he would ever receive, unlike his mentor that had many. In his vision, Aksha would stand with Mehmed II again. But it would be in a world he had not imagined, and it would not truly be him. But something else.

It would be his puppet that continued his work. His name, face, but not his soul. He would become the teacher not of others, but of himself. He set to tireless work, to discover how he might accomplish this. And in a fit of madness he came to one shocking revelation. That if all things are matter, then there must be something that cannot be seen. The matter by which sickness is carried. He concluded his realization with one knowledge. If a man may become sick and die, then could he not become sick with knowledge, and a new identity.

This became the basis for the magic he would use to 'survive' for over six hundred years. He created a virus with all this memories, his personality, and his appearance. This virus would be placed into willing hosts, and they would be overridden. Leaving only Aksha behind. He would continue his research that way, for many years to come.

And yet, as he passed from body to body, mystery and mysticism faded. It weakened. And he soon discovered that all he had sought to accomplish may not happen. Instead, he had hit a roadblock. One that he has been struggling with for nearly three hundred years. And suddenly... That vision, almost six hundred years old, came true. He was contacted to take part in a Holy Grail War. And taking a medallion that his student, Mehmed II, had given him... He summoned his servant for the upcoming war.

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Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Wind, Fire / Origin: Guidance

Magecraft:

Magecraft

Sufism
The Mysticism of the Middle East, particularly under the guidance of the Ottoman Empire. Sufism is based around the seeking of knowledge, not through prayer, but by being active and never turning down a chance to learn something new. Sufism is a magecraft that focuses on the rapid accumulation of knowledge. Despite his many years though, Aksha has suffered a major degradation in his ability to acquire knowledge. Partially because Sufism is based around the soul...

Microbe Virus Craft
Aksha devised some of the first theories on the existence of microbes that we accept today. By using mystery surrounding microbes, Aksha developed a way to live forever, and to study forever. But the true Aksha is dead. He passed away long ago.
Instead, using microbes, he developed a virus of sort. A pre-programmed being that for all intents and purposes is Aksha. Taking over the body of a host, he takes over their body, and removing their identity. Tapping into their soul to make use of Sufism. Unfortunately, with the decline of Sufism, and the massive period of time he has spent taking over new bodies in this fashion, it has become nearly impossible for him to grow. Rather stagnating.
But, this magecraft has a fair share of benefits. He is not alone. Rather there are fifteen Aksha, currently traveling the world and attempting to learn from it. When all are together, they can act together to utilize Grand Rituals together, and operate together as separate, but connected. Able to remove or re-stablish their connections should the karmic lines that connect them be tampered with or severed.
It is only possible for Aksha to spread this virus to others, but only by touch, and if they are willing. It is possible to use it as a weapon. Touching another persona, and trying to take over their body. This unfortunately doesn't turn out well, as it can be compared to trying to run MsDos on Windows 10. Unless Arrangements are made ahead of time to make compatibility possible, the victim of this will die a horrible death as their body is torn apart by the invading Aksha, and the host's desire to remain in control. Aksha doesn't do this unless pressured, as he believes in the automation of others, and does not wish to impose himself upon them.

Offensive Magecraft
Utilizing Sufism, it is possible for those who study it to utilize attacks using magecraft. Though Sufism is based primarily around the reinforcement of the body as they focus on the accomplishment of a goal. Utilizing the Warm aspects of both Wind and Fire Elements, Aksha utilizes both the natures to transfer energy into his body. Primarily though physical contact. By absorbing kinetic energy, or using static forces to reinforce himself for close range combat, it is possible for Aksha to completely overwhelm a mage or other non-mage in physical hand to hand martial arts. As well as defending himself from ranged projectiles.
The combat stylings that best benefit Aksha's Sufism is a style of dance made offensive. As such it can seem at first glance like he is partaking in a ritual dance.

Crest: None

Weapon:

Weapons

- Azoth Sword: A gift from one of his followers. Each of the fifteen carries an Azoth sword.
- Chest of Home: A chest made lighter through magic, the Chest of Home is a large wooden thing that is carried upon Aksha's back. When opened, it contains within it all the things he needs in his life. These things are not all that complicated, rather being a few candles, a rug, and other necessities. With it, Aksha can set up a ritual ground for a greater ritual anywhere. To garuntee that he is never without the things he needs. Simply put, it contains medicine, herbs, basic ready to eat meals, a few pots and pans, etc. Not for combat, but rather just the comforts on the move considering his travelers lifestyle.

Mehmed II

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Name: Mehmed II
Title: Mehmed the Conqueror
Class: Archer
Gender: Male
Birth and Death Dates: 30 March 1432 – 3 May 1481
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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Personality: Mehmed II was not a man to be challenged. As a child he became Sultan, and despite being young, he set his sights on conquest. Domination became the man's core, and his desires to dominate extended well beyond the war. A desire filled him, for domination of people, and domination of hose he may covet. Despite being sultan, he still coveted the flesh. Taking on several men as a harem of sorts, and one such individual of his desires was his childhood friend... Vlad Dracula.
Outside of his obsessions with domination, he maintains a nature as a calm and collected individual. But in battle, he can become hot headed, and excited by his own successes. Against foes, he often prefers to be holding all the superior range and weapons. Allowing him to devastate his enemies without placing himself at risk.
Even then, he is not adverse to getting involved in battle. As he was the first to lead an assault against an enemy force, never shying away from being the first in battle.
As a strategist, he often works to strike an enemy at their weakpoints, or to outright devestate them with outright power till they collapse.

Bio: As a child, Mehmed II was a child of prophecy. His father, Murad II, sought the advice of a wise man, and requested to know the future of his empire, and if he would win the battle against Constantinople. And the wise man said... No. For it was not the destiny of Murad to claim the city, but his child. And while Murad may have had his doubts, he went along with the wise man's suggestions. The man Akshamsaddin, a student of the wiseman, became Mehmed's teacher, and advised the young king on the matters of war, and policy.

When Mehmed was twelve, his father abdicated the throne to him. And while he was a popular leader for a short two year reign, Mehmed had little interest in it. He famously ordered his father to become general of his armies, in a move that shocked many who felt Mehmed had overstepped his bounds as Sultan. Eventually, it was the grand Vizier who forced Murad to become Sultan again, and Mehmed would spend the next five years of his life plotting his eventual conquest of Constantinople.

Mehmed's first decision as Sultan was to strengthen his navy and armies. Taking Constantinople, and declaring himself Caesar. But the most famous of his stories is when he faced Vlad Tepes III. Mehmed imposed a heavy tax on Vlad, and despite a previous relationship, in which Vlad had spent time with Mehmed in the empire, the two reached an impasse. The two colliding, and beginning a war that benefited neither in the long run. Mehmed lost many soldiers, but left with plunder, slaves, and cattle for his armies. Resulting in him to go on to claim that he effectively won the war. With Vlad later losing his country later down the line.

Eventually though, Mehmed II passed away before he could continue his campaigns into the long future. dying in his 40's, and leaving his throne behind. While the Ottoman Empire would continue to grow and expand, it never fully reached the heights that Mehmed had sought to bring it to.

Weapon: Mehmed can materialize weapons he has created, or construct them instantly using materials with his skill "The Inexhaustible Weapon Foundary, Tophane." He produces rifles instantly, but his greatest weapon, and his primary weapon is his noble phantasm, Juvenile Dream: Fall Of The Iron-Wall Citadel.
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Parameters:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Magical Energy: B
Luck: A+
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Class Skills:
- Independent Action B: Mehmed is a conqueror who spent long stretches of time from his homeland. As such, he is a man most comfortable away from home, and his master. Operating almost entirely alone.
- Magic Resistance C: Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Personal Skills:
- Imperial Privilege B: As the man who conquered Constantinople and declared himself Caesar, he possesses the privilege of such a man. His relevant Skills are Clairvoyance, Fine Arts, Charisma, and Military Tactics.
- Innovation A: The Ottoman Empire was reorganized under Mehmed II's rule. In doing so he pushed for the use of Artillery and finally the usage or other such weapons. Weapon smiths worked tirelessly around the clock to create new weapons as he dreamed them into existence. As a skill, this allows for constant improvements on upon Mehmed's weapons off the field of battle. He inspires innovation in weapons around him, and can turn a home into a well fortified fortress.
- The Inexhaustible Weapon Foundary, Tophane A: As a man who often had smiths working full time to create the weapons and ammo required for his countless armies, he has developed this into a heroic skill. He will need materials for complex weapons, but can instantly construct explosive ammo rounds (or of varying types with innovation) using his magical energy.
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NOBLE PHANTASMS

Noble Phantasms

Title: Juvenile Dream: Fall Of The Iron-Wall Citadel
Rank: C
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: 100
Description: The dreams of Mehmed II are juvenile to some. These dreams of conquest, to create a world that bows to his whims. Had he not died at a young age, he very much could have taken the world for his own. But he saw great iron walls, and built weapons to conquer those kingdoms. This weapon is the ultimate dream of Mehmed II, conqueror who sought to encompass the world.
As a man who revolutionized artillery weapons, Mehmed's noble phantasm is a Ottoman Volley Gun. A modified, rotating barrel that rests upon his shoulders. Utilizing explosive ammo, it fires a rapid volley, with each shell being able to tear down the wall of nearby buildings. For less explosive choices, this weapon can utilize solid ammo, that merely crashes into the target, rather than exploding.
The great aspect of this Noble Phantasm is that it can be continuously improved. When off the field of battle, the volley gun can be refined, both in firing rate, projectile speed, and various other methods. Gradually raising it from a C-rank noble phantasm, to an A or above in certain cases.