Scallop

The Hustle

Ooooh now this looks interesting.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Ludwig Von Gravenheim Krauste

DDD Hotsprings

@Yukitamas @floodtalon@Sageage@Kyoka@Phonic@ManyThings@Crusader Lord@BlueHelix@ReallyDumb@DostHou@Argonaut@Cu Chulainn@Paradox Witch@GreenGoat@Floodtalon@Seirei No Hai

Ludwig was sweating. Where was Archer, what was she up to? He looked down at his bandaged hand and shook his head. No, this wasn't the end. Archer was probably out busy dealing with this calamity. For now, he had one goal. Survival. Sticking close to the other masters he folloed them out of this secure meeting.

Again proving what he had been sure of since day one in this war. His family were fools to think sending him ehre for their wish was actually going to benefit them at all. THis was a time bomb just waiting to go off, what with all this raw magic flowing around and this omnipotent power ripping through this Japanese town. Yeah sure what could go wrong! Teeth were being grounded beneath the mask as she darted between people, keeping himself secure as he amde his way out of the rabble, vials jangling by his side. Shit.

The church. it had all his materials, everything. Clenching his fist he shook his head. No time for that, they had to go.

Lady Trieu

Shinto Town - Dealing with Lyaeus

This night was becoming quite eventful. As the elephant stomped it's way down the roads of dear old Shinto town, she was witness to the abominations that this beast was unleashing onto the town. Freedom, was no longer present. It was not of their own volition to become like this, to become these monstrous creations to wreak havoc. This town didn't deserve this chaos, chaos that only got larger and larger with anyone's interference. Should the war finish, they can leave the people of Fuyuki in peace. But this idiot, whoever it was, this great power bestowing the land with these hideous monstrosities, was crossing the line.

She saw them from far away, but as she got closer, her whole being called out for their justice. The golden woman halted her mount and stared them down, gripping her swords and pulling them from their sheaths. These were humans. Were. Humans who had no plans to win a war of magus. Humans who had families, children. Now, they were this.

Freedom had been stripped from them. Hypocrisy was ripe in the air.

She recalled, her brother. Leading her troops. Against those mighty generals, those who spewed stories of liberating the lands and saving Vietnam from their once savage and tribal ways. But they slaughtered thousands and enslaved more. Liberation was the guise of self-interest. Freedom was always nothing more than a lie that was told by governments to keep the people in line. When freedom could be lied about, given in small doses and called liberation, what could society call itself? A ruin that was what. Ruinous humans stumbled before Trieu and she knew what she had to do.

"You, defiled beings, I weep for your fates. I can only offer you the release of death and so another one much more wise than me can judge you, I truly am sorry." And with that the charge began. She screamed. her war scream, rang throughout Shinto town, those still able to fight would be boosted against these creatures. She charged the first one, sending a wave from her sword, the slicing edge of grudges and hatred going straight for it before the tusks of Nanyue dug into it, and the swords came screaming down.

Her breathing was heavy, her eyes sharp. Still she was beautiful, a curse yet a blessing. Nanyue's perfect armour, shone bright much like hers. They weren't corrupted. And they would not fall to the hands of the corrupted.

T a b u l a R a s a || A Game of Gods & Creation

Count me in for this!

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos (Interest Check)

Well definitely interested~

Apartment Rp in a weird/funny city

Oooh I'm certainly interested

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Ludwig Von Gravenheim Krauste

DDD Hotsprings

@Yukitamas @floodtalon@Sageage@Kyoka@Phonic@ManyThings@Crusader Lord@BlueHelix@ReallyDumb@DostHou@Argonaut@Cu Chulainn@Paradox Witch@GreenGoat@Floodtalon@Seirei No Hai

This was bad. Although the diplomacy had gone off without a hitch Ludwig could feel it. They were all magus. Half of them too pompous and arrogant to realise that their actions would affect everyone else. Rules? Like anyone would follow the rules! He didn't know how but even Xerxes must have been plotting something. Unlike the other, Xerxes had a superior magecraft and seemed to have the right mindset to survive a war like this. That mindset however probably included the slaughter of everyone, including Ludwig. Alliances in this war would never work well would they?

In the end only two people could win. A master and a servant. And even if everyone vowed to leave the grail to it's own devices and leave the lands of Fuyuki immediately. Someone would strike. Someone would take the grail for themselves and potentially risk further catostrophy upon all of them. They had to continue this war, eradicate all threats and disaster situations. If they didn't, someone would bestow their wrath upon them. Mages Association, the Church, his own family. Ludwig knew if this wasn't done properly, he would be punished relentlessly and without mercy. If everyone else would get the same fate was another matter completely.

He listened sieltnly, the rules proposed on the chalk board were good. Glancing at them, the masked man read up and smirked beneath his witch doctor mask. It would be good. Chances were Xerxes would use this as an opportunity to get rid of the big hitters, put them on errands with Berserker or Archer and if the chance arises, bang, they could get picked off. Ludwig held back the laughter. He could win, he had to. If he didn't, he'd die no doubt about it. This was the be all or end all he knew that from the start. If Xerxes was against him, or Suzaku or somehow even Archer, he'd be screwed. No one could be trusted. Even his own thoughts. How did he know for certain mind control wasn't in use. Someone could mask their influence almost like spreading butter on bread.

With Xerxes' announcement of the oncoming threat, Ludwig stood up and nodded. "This can quickly get out of hand, if the Association wills it, we'll all die" He turned to face Ana giving a wary stare. "Chances are even escape now is impossible, we need to mobilise immediately, all masters are invited to use the church for shelter, Xerxes any orders?" He turned again, the blond german alchemist having a crazed expression when looking at Xerxes dropping his composed face and attitude that he just used to address the others.

"Archer, get as close as you can, I need to know what we're up against, Berserker might be nearby, we just need some recon to know what we're up against, it can't be good from Xerxes reaction. If worst comes to worst, retreat to the Academy, we may have an ally there"

Lady Trieu

Shinto Town

Where was this place. The warrior wandered the streets of Shinto, having been ordered to go on patrol instead of attending the meeting that that bird had informed them of. If anything, she would've loved to meet the other heroes that had also ascended to this realm along with her. Such an honour could only happen once in a lifetime. Well not exactly a lifetime, she thought to herself a small smirk on her face as she sat down at the side of a building.

This was a fun war. Fun was not something one often considers when fighting for their country and their success but it was right there on her mind. The rush of the fire, the combat with the valiant knight Roland. The meeting that was called, it told her that this was bigger than she had expected. And yet she had the honour to be there to experience it all. The rush of war, the final war of her life. She had been delivered an honourable end.

She already felt it, the dread crept down her back. It was nearby and she silently willed her Nanyue to materialise. As she climbed atop she laughed lightly. The end was near. She could feel it in the air, the deaths that this war had cost. The tension. The impact it all had on the innocents in this town. There was a terror growing, one she could clearly not combat. Riding down the street atop Nanyue, his armour gleaming much like her own. In life, she had been decimated by cruel tactics and the Chinese taking advantage of uncouth tactics and taking them all by surprise, arriving with unheard of weaponry and wiping her forces out. She had no option, she couldn't let them defile and conquer her. She fought for one thing.

She rode, gaining speed as she spotted the fellow warrior with the rainbow sword and she smirked as she continued to ride onwards towards the source. She fought for what everyone deserved.

She fought for freedom.

Natsuo Karakami

Pellion's Pub

From the pub, a man was witnessed to be fleeing before the beast had been summoned. He was terrified out of his mind and laughed hysterically. He looked down at his hand and laughed again as he disappeared down a dark alley besides Pellions Pub. What the fuck was that...what the fuck was happening.

Natsuo laughed and disappeared from sight. Time to tell Ludwig what he had accomplished.

Salem - Witches and Holy Men

Oooh! Interested!

It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

I'm interested! Are there any specific members you need like drummer etc?

Fate/bizarro alternative

Are You Ready to Rock

Name: Jeremiah Frain

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Jeremiah is very much a keen learner. Always trying his best to get involved with as much as he can and really get himself through different walks of life. Being almost stupidly fearless in some cases, having on multiple times done things that in hindsight could've ended horrifically. Trying his best, Jeremiah can be found trying to please as much people that he admires as much as he can, always offering his services to those that can't usually afford such fine craftsmanship and this leads him to be quite the naive fellow at some points.

For all his flaws, Jeremiah makes up for it with his innate love for his golems above all else. Putting his life into creating them, he ahs faced many set backs that have caused him to have a slight hatred for those that don't appreciate the finest parts of magecraft. Hence his slight hatred for the mages association. A misguided fool, Jeremiah does what he believes to be good for everyone but in the end all he cares about is perfecting his craft and making some new friends. He's all smiles and joy until his golems are insulted, at what point he becomes volatile and devious.

Skills: Jeremiah is an adept conversationalist and persuader, always using a silver tongue to try and lie his way out of unfortunate situations and convince others to help him. Going well with his crafting, he possesses a rare skill of being able to recognise how precious most resources are and does well to preserve anything he deems worthy of polishing and using. He's a keen marksman but still not the best, only using guns like a pistol or revolver, nothing stupendous for a grail war of this magnitude. He's also a good tailor but that's unrelated.

Abilities: Jeremiah's magecraft is reliant on one area, and that is golem crafting. He has experimented in some scrying and illusionary, which he can perform to a certain extent, but when it comes to golem crafting he carries the entire Frain heritage of their golem making. He can produce golems of impressive stature and plenty of upgrades with a lot of development time and research, with the right materials able to make them have slight sentience and carry heavy armour and improvised weaponry atop them. He keeps a couple specialised golems around to keep him company, often producing more weaker and flimsier models to do the dirty work. All his creations contain wraiths that he binds to the creations, having to collect as much wraiths as he can to be able to have a full golem army roaming about.

Brief Backstory: Born into a declining family, Jeremiah brought with him impressive magical circuits for the Frain family. Quickly bringing him up with the prospects of success given to him with a silver spoon, he began delving into the craft of golems from such a young age. Experiencing more relationships with golems than his family due to their absent nature always off on trips, he began to respect them as people, people he could upgrade and improve and even create life for these stone and steel beauties.

Having grown old enoguh to make a name for himself, he moved out and began to delve further into the study of perfecting his creations, always putting more and more thought into what materials could make them even more impressive than they were before. He moved around, around this time meeting the Ainsworths and other families that were interested in his arts.

During this time, some families that wanted him to work for them yet he refused began to try to make him work for them by forth. In retaliation to this, Jeremiah began to realise that they did not treasure the beauty of golems and began to train himself in a more offensive manner, training with guns and some offensive magic to defend himself.

After a few ventures, he finally agreed to the Ainsworth's offer, travelling out to fight for their side, alongside his magnificent creations.

Faction: Black Team/Ainsworths

Fate/bizarro alternative

Are You Ready to Rock

Name: Jeremiah Frain

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Jeremiah is very much a keen learner. Always trying his best to get involved with as much as he can and really get himself through different walks of life. Being almost stupidly fearless in some cases, having on multiple times done things that in hindsight could've ended horrifically. Trying his best, Jeremiah can be found trying to please as much people that he admires as much as he can, always offering his services to those that can't usually afford such fine craftsmanship and this leads him to be quite the naive fellow at some points.

For all his flaws, Jeremiah makes up for it with his innate love for his golems above all else. Putting his life into creating them, he ahs faced many set backs that have caused him to have a slight hatred for those that don't appreciate the finest parts of magecraft. Hence his slight hatred for the mages association. A misguided fool, Jeremiah does what he believes to be good for everyone but in the end all he cares about is perfecting his craft and making some new friends. He's all smiles and joy until his golems are insulted, at what point he becomes volatile and devious.

Skills: Jeremiah is an adept conversationalist and persuader, always using a silver tongue to try and lie his way out of unfortunate situations and convince others to help him. Going well with his crafting, he possesses a rare skill of being able to recognise how precious most resources are and does well to preserve anything he deems worthy of polishing and using. He's a keen marksman but still not the best, only using guns like a pistol or revolver, nothing stupendous for a grail war of this magnitude. He's also a good tailor but that's unrelated.

Abilities: Jeremiah's magecraft is reliant on one area, and that is golem crafting. He has experimented in some scrying and illusionary, which he can perform to a certain extent, but when it comes to golem crafting he carries the entire Frain heritage of their golem making. He can produce golems of impressive stature and plenty of upgrades with a lot of development time and research, with the right materials able to make them have slight sentience and carry heavy armour and improvised weaponry atop them. He keeps a couple specialised golems around to keep him company, often producing more weaker and flimsier models to do the dirty work. All his creations contain wraiths that he binds to the creations, having to collect as much wraiths as he can to be able to have a full golem army roaming about.

Brief Backstory: Born into a declining family, Jeremiah brought with him impressive magical circuits for the Frain family. Quickly bringing him up with the prospects of success given to him with a silver spoon, he began delving into the craft of golems from such a young age. Experiencing more relationships with golems than his family due to their absent nature always off on trips, he began to respect them as people, people he could upgrade and improve and even create life for these stone and steel beauties.

Having grown old enoguh to make a name for himself, he moved out and began to delve further into the study of perfecting his creations, always putting more and more thought into what materials could make them even more impressive than they were before. He moved around, around this time meeting the Ainsworths and other families that were interested in his arts.

During this time, some families that wanted him to work for them yet he refused began to try to make him work for them by forth. In retaliation to this, Jeremiah began to realise that they did not treasure the beauty of golems and began to train himself in a more offensive manner, training with guns and some offensive magic to defend himself.

After a few ventures, he finally agreed to the Ainsworth's offer, travelling out to fight for their side, alongside his magnificent creations.

Faction: Black Team/Ainsworths