Sylph de Graaf

Fate/Castle of Glass

Apepi I, Caster of Black

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As much as she reminded herself to grin and bear it, this careless and happy-go-lucky behavior of her Master was more than worrying. And there was this distinct feeling that this was not something that'd change from night to morning, so the only thing that could be done at the moment was to divert this energy into more productive matters. The lack of knowledge of magecraft, though, would be difficult to surmount. Once Emily returned with that tea, Caster stopped her work for a moment to take a cup for herself and give her Master attention. "Going into the specifics, these cloaks are Mystic Codes tailored to grant its wearer Protection from the Wind and conceal one's presence within the sands to cast away hostile eyes". She let the words hang in the air for a few moments to take a sip of tea. "It's a kind of cloak fashioned for safety when travelling through the desert. Very specifix, I know, but it's better to be safe than sure".

For how much she had been talking, Apepi had downed the entirety of the tea in a few moments to return to work. There were a total of fourteen cloaks made, all of a light brown cloth with black trimmings around its borders. Golden hieroglyphics decorated these borders, the words formed from the magic infused within the fabric and giving a very faint glow that'd make it look like they were sewn with aurum threads. "All that you need to know now, Master, is that these may be pretty useful later on. I didn't outlast that dumb hunk of Seqenenre and his son for nothing. If we want to win the war, we've gotta be prepared. Say, Master..." Apepi turned around to once again address her Master. "... Have you already gotten to known the other Masters of our group? I've barely gotten a glimpse of anyone else yet. If you see anyone from our faction, tell them I've got something for them. I'll start working on a surveillance network to deploy around town during the day. After all, a Magus won't make any offensive movements during the day if we tread carefully. Oh, and thanks for the tea. It was lovely."

Fate/Castle of Glass

Apepi I, Caster of Black

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The room Caster was in had originally been a spacious, secluded study room on the second floor of the manor. The expensive furniture spoke of wealthy owners and had once threatened to make every person with working nostrils devolve into a sneezing storm once the heavy coats of dust were lifted by the slightest breezes of air. Now? It stood as something closer to an egyptian aficionado's personal pet project. Caster had made plenty of use of the other Masters and Servants help to clutter the hallway with some of the room's content and had immediately gotten to work into making it the cornerstone of her works. The largest desk was tucked near the back wall, in front of a large, drawn depiction of Seth was hanged from. It was a tall order to expect a backwater American city to have a statue of Seth laying around, but that'd have to do for the time being.

Of course, this hadn't been her first course of action during the war. Caster had taken quite the active part in setting up a Boundary Field around the mansion alongside some of the other Masters, and had taken an extra step to set a secondary one on her personal workshop just in case, one that'd diminish and mask the tell-tale signs of egyptian magecraft. After all, Caster was in the tricky situation of having a Master uninitiated in the world of Magi. In a way, this was a good thing: she couldn't stand uppity modern Magi who treated her as nothing but a lowly familiar. That was just denigrating. On the other hand, there were just too many things that this girl didn't know, to the point that a good deal of the conversations she had with Emily could be summarized as Caster trying to cover the basics of what a Holy Grail War entailed, what a Servant was, what Command Spells were for and that, yes, those jackal ears were very real.

At least she wanted to be helpful, and she could appreciate it. "Oh, Master!" said Caster with a friendly tone of voice and a smile that'd sharks kill for. "I was finishing preparing my temple, and was about to work on some My--errr... Magic cloaks". It was an inaccurate term by quite a lot, but Emily's enthusiastic nature and happy-go-lucky attitude meant that she'd have to dwelve in lots and lots of explanations for every word she used. "And you shouldn't be going out, Master, not without me or another magus of our faction that can help protect you. You'll get to see aaaaall of those Heroic Spirits in the morning, hmmm? Meanwhile, would you be a darling and make tea or something? I need to think about what I should do about you". Caster went and gave Emily a little pap on the cheek. Even while the svelte, petite Servant stood a good couple of inches shorter than the archeologist, ears not accounted for, Caster felt less like a familiar and more like a nanny.

This was gonna be a difficult war.

Fate/Castle of Glass

Necromancer (WIP)

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Name: Edith Forsythe, the husk
Age: 127 years old
Affiliation: Herself.
Alignment: True Neutral.
Appearance: Standing at 167 centimeters tall, Edith would've been a beautiful woman were it not for how cold and dead she looked. Her skill's unnaturaly pale, several stitches adorn her body in various places and her right eye's of a vibrant green that's slowly being overtaken by a deep crimson that's natural to her.

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Synopsis: Forsythe. A wordthat's become a tacit synonym with the terms "abomination" and "freak of nature". A name that, more often than not, draws repulsion from any member of the Mage's Association. After all, hardly anyone else fits the mental image of a modern necromancer better than Edith Forsythe.
Born in Britain near the end of the eighteenth century, Edith showed signs of being the Forsythe's greatest heir early in her childhood. An unscrupulous pragmatism and bile fascination towards death, combined with a natural aptitude towards her family's magecraft, were exactly what her father sought in his descendant. His decision was set in stone after an accident where she absentmindedly chopped her finger off, a fact thatbarely fazed her as it only took a month for Edith to stich it back on place and have it working.
This strange gift of hers became the lynchpin of her longevity: whenever she lost a limb, she sewed it back on. Whenever an organ started to fail, she had another grafted in its place. The Forsythe bloodline had reached its peak with this husk: a magus who could use her Magic Circuits to mend severed nerves; to make foreign organs and limbs compatible with her body and ultimately her with life support in a pinch should any of her systems fail or be absen for whatever reason.
Yet every gift comes with a cost: Edith's aberrant body can only tolerate this careless use-and-discard mentality for so long and it's starting to show: the amount of time a new organ remains operational within her body grows shorter and shorter with every replacement made, and the strain her patchwork has on her organism has ultimately and irreversably made her unfit to bear a child. At the end of the day, Edith remains a magus of the Forsythe family, and the thought of her bloodline and crest fading into oblivion has steadily grown to become a major concern. That's why this letter arriving at her doorstep and granting her the opportunity to earn the one artifact that can possibly mend her mistreated body meant so much to her. If she won the Holy Grail War, the Forsythe bloodline would see another generation come to light.

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Special Boon - Sorcery Trait: Edith Forsythe's magic circuits have a special property that, were it not by the Carrion Husk's insistence of carrying her family's lineage by herself rather than having a child, it would've become a trademark of the bloodline; a sign that someone carries the blood of one of the greatest families of necromancers in modern history. Simply put, their life-preserving properties have been amplified to a level unheard of in the Age of Man.
Whenever Edith suffers a wound of any kind, she is able to temporarily "rewrite" her magical circuits to help her continue functioning as normal whilst her body naturally heals. The effect is neglibe in flesh wounds but incredible when dealing with grievous ones like organ failure and limb loss: Edith is fully capable of stitching a severed arm back onto her body and have it working as intended whilst her repurposed circuits serve the part of pseudo-nerves. Given enough time and care, that arm will fully heal and leave no scars behind. The same principle works when it comes to organs: Edith's body is capable of enduring the loss of several organs by using magic energy to sustain itself, and will ultimately accept any human replacement and make it work by "rewriting" it as her own.
A side effect of this is that her capabilities as a magus diminish on par with how damaged she is, as more and more of her magic circuits are allocated to keeping her body working. Also, it's likely that is this very boon that is increasing the intervals at which Edith must replace her organs. After all, a bicentenarial woman's organs
should be nonfunctional.

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Magic Circuit Quantity: A- (Currently stands at B)
Magic Circuit Quality: C.
General Magecraft: Given her age, Edith is very well-versed in the foundations of Magecraft. Her elements are Earth and Water.
Necromancy: The Husk is one of the most known figures in her field within the modern world due to her longevity and her peculiar methods of attaining it. She's known to repurpose the flesh, bone and guts of deceased animals into different tools with macabre pragmatism, as she believes it's difficult to topple the incredibly efficient and fine-tuned machine that is a living body. Recycled digestive tracts used to dissolve and process raw materials; renal systems used to draw oit the impurities from various liquids; security networks composed of nerves, eyes and ears discreetly laid out across her manor; entering the Forsythe workshop is an experience rarely forgotten.
Edith's familiars are the resucitated corpses of small animals that she's tampered with in one or another way for whicheverpurpose she has in mind for them. The exception to this is her "Flesh Puppet"; a human body modified and enhanced in so many ways it is best described as a Mystic Code.
Mystic Codes:

• Regenerating Ointment: Since Edith's prone to mutilation, either willingly or unwillingly, she's concocted a special paste composed of triturated, resucitated echinoderms that are infused with some of her blood and energy. It's a mass of dark putty cursed to never stop regenerating and it's kept within a specialized container so that it doesn't grow rampant overnight. Edith uses it to quickly seal off wound or chunks of missing flesh, as her aberrant body lets her assimilate the ointment before it becomes an issue when applied in the correct amounts. If used on someone else, its effects are best described as a rapidly growing malignant tumor.
• Modified Limbs: A set of conserved, human limbs that Edith has prepared for the Holy Grail War. They've been upgraded to serve as last-resort weapons rather than spares by adding or changing some parts

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One Piece: Dreams of Paradise

Belladonna Bainbridge

Nun

Name: "Sister" Belladonna Bainbridge

Age: 21 years old

Bounty: 23 million berries. Wanted, dead or alive, for the suspected murder of a goverment official and association with a wanted criminal.

Gender: Female

Personality: Soft-spoken and of a serene disposition, Belladonna appears to be an amicable and helpful young lady who's always warm and eager to lend a hand at a first glance, but that image easily comes apart after exchanging more than a few words as this demeanor reveals itself as someone simply playing the part of what is a good person; an unflinching mask that promises a dark surprise to any who manage to pry it away.
This stubborn façade gives way briefly from time to time, more often when her past or Father Bainbridge is brought up. In these moments, it's clear that she holds an unhealthy devotion and obsession with that man, and that she seems to have a rather fond memory of the tasks she had to do for him, specially the less than tasteful ones. It's safe to say that Belladonna's got a sadomasochistic streak going on for her. Despite that, though, she's quite serious when it comes to healing others, and never attempts anything odd or strange on those that she mends the wounds of. If this is brought up, she always replies something among the lines of "Why would I?" or "It's what I'm good at, after all".

Backstory: A couple of decades ago, somewhere in the South Blue, there was an island where there was a group. A sect of sorts; a cult of personality ran by Jeremiah Bainbridge, a former pirate of the New World. He had returned to his birthplace in order to make it his own personal haven, and it didn't take long for him to stage a one-man coup d'etat and take the island by storm. He subjugated the entirety of the island's populace and established himself as their lord, and demanded the towns to pay tribute to him as the island turned into a den of criminals. He was left to his devices due to bribes he gave to a Marine Officer, paving the way to a growing narcissism that'd end on a messiah complex of sorts.
Part of the tribute he asked to the people under his heel were their firstborns; little boys and girls he would groom and train to become his hand and will across the South Blue; disposable pawns that he'd use to sow chaos in other islands and then take down important figures in other islands when they were of age, giving him the perfect opportunity to extend his territory. Children that'd be left with no purpose in life once their task was accomplished.
An apparently whimsical journey back to the Grand Line by her Father a year ago mattched the time when Belladonna had finished one of such tasks. Before she could return, a Marine fleet moved in to wipe out that criminal paradise, one that was being prepared once Father Bainbridge became a burgeoning threat. Thus, Belladonna was suddenly left with no home and family to return to. All that she had now was the knowledge that her Father was somewhere in the Grand Line, and that it was up to her to return to his side.

Abilities:

• Devil Fruit: Belladonna is the current user of the Rose-Rose fruit, which lets her create and transform into roses. At this current point of time, her usage of the fruit is limited to creating long whips of deceptively strong thorny stem to fight with, with whom she's decently proficient with. It was a gift from Father Bainbridge that he acquired in the black market.
• Belladonna has also been trained as a medic by her father, granting her knowledge of how to treat wounds and produce medicine and pastes for medical use.

Relationships: Despite being generally pleasant most of the time, Belladonna keeps everyone else at an arm's distance. At the start of the adventure, she's merely offering her services to them as payment for carrying her further down the Grand Line, since the previous group tactfully forgot her in Puerto Arguin and set sail without her.

Dreams: To reunite with her beloved Father Bainbridge.

One Piece: Dreams of Paradise

Belladonna Bainbridge

Nun

Name: "Sister" Belladonna Bainbridge

Age: 21 years old

Bounty: 23 million berries. Wanted, dead or alive, for the suspected murder of a goverment official and association with a wanted criminal.

Gender: Female

Personality: Soft-spoken and of a serene disposition, Belladonna appears to be an amicable and helpful young lady who's always warm and eager to lend a hand at a first glance, but that image easily comes apart after exchanging more than a few words as this demeanor reveals itself as someone simply playing the part of what is a good person; an unflinching mask that promises a dark surprise to any who manage to pry it away.
This stubborn façade gives way briefly from time to time, more often when her past or Father Bainbridge is brought up. In these moments, it's clear that she holds an unhealthy devotion and obsession with that man, and that she seems to have a rather fond memory of the tasks she had to do for him, specially the less than tasteful ones. It's safe to say that Belladonna's got a sadomasochistic streak going on for her. Despite that, though, she's quite serious when it comes to healing others, and never attempts anything odd or strange on those that she mends the wounds of. If this is brought up, she always replies something among the lines of "Why would I?" or "It's what I'm good at, after all".

Backstory: A couple of decades ago, somewhere in the South Blue, there was an island where there was a group. A sect of sorts; a cult of personality ran by Jeremiah Bainbridge, a former pirate of the New World. He had returned to his birthplace in order to make it his own personal haven, and it didn't take long for him to stage a one-man coup d'etat and take the island by storm. He subjugated the entirety of the island's populace and established himself as their lord, and demanded the towns to pay tribute to him as the island turned into a den of criminals. He was left to his devices due to bribes he gave to a Marine Officer, paving the way to a growing narcissism that'd end on a messiah complex of sorts.
Part of the tribute he asked to the people under his heel were their firstborns; little boys and girls he would groom and train to become his hand and will across the South Blue; disposable pawns that he'd use to sow chaos in other islands and then take down important figures in other islands when they were of age, giving him the perfect opportunity to extend his territory. Children that'd be left with no purpose in life once their task was accomplished.
An apparently whimsical journey back to the Grand Line by her Father a year ago mattched the time when Belladonna had finished one of such tasks. Before she could return, a Marine fleet moved in to wipe out that criminal paradise, one that was being prepared once Father Bainbridge became a burgeoning threat. Thus, Belladonna was suddenly left with no home and family to return to. All that she had now was the knowledge that her Father was somewhere in the Grand Line, and that it was up to her to return to his side.

Abilities:

• Devil Fruit: Belladonna is the current user of the Rose-Rose fruit, which lets her create and transform into roses. At this current point of time, her usage of the fruit is limited to creating long whips of deceptively strong thorny stem to fight with, with whom she's decently proficient with. It was a gift from Father Bainbridge that he acquired in the black market.
• Belladonna has also been trained as a medic by her father, granting her knowledge of how to treat wounds and produce medicine and pastes for medical use.

Relationships: Despite being generally pleasant most of the time, Belladonna keeps everyone else at an arm's distance. At the start of the adventure, she's merely offering her services to them as payment for carrying her further down the Grand Line, since the previous group tactfully forgot her in Puerto Arguin and set sail without her.

Dreams: To reunite with her beloved Father Bainbridge.

Fate/Castle of Glass

Caster of Black, The False Pharaoh

My Pharaoh Cannot Possibly Be This Cute

True Name: Apophis; Apepi I.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Synopsis: Perhaps the greatest of all the hyksos kings, Apophis was a monarch who ruled over the northern Nile in parallel to the seventeenth dynasty of Egypt that resided in Thebes at the time, which she opposed. Envious, insolent and cunning, Apophis sought to become a pharaoh like her rivals and so she began to worship Seth and Seth alone, the god closest to her people's own and who she held daily sacrifices for.
Yet she was a pharaoh in name alone. Not only had she risen to the throne by usurping it once her predecessor had died, but the rites needed to receive a God's blessings were only known by her egyptian rivals. None of her agents sent to retrieve that information returned with satisfying news, if they made it back at all. The spite and frustration of these continued failures drove Apophis into goading the thebeans into war, a drawn out conflict that the hyksos eventually lost and that brought forth the birth of the greatest era in Egyptian history.
It was during this war that Apophis attempted a rite to gain Seth's blessing with what little information of the proceeding she could muster, a desperate attempt to turn the tides of the war in her favor and impose her lineage over that of her enemies. Yet it was this haste that proved to her undoing, as the haphzardly done ritual ended up costing the lives of all of those involved. Nevertheless, her devotion to Seth ended up granting her her much desired blessing in her last moments, allowing her to ascend to the Throne for one last chance at making her lineage the true rulers of the Nile.

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STR: E || END: D || AGI: C || MAN: A || LCK: B || NP: B+

Class Skills:

• Item Construction - B+: Apophis can only create devices related to egyptian magecraft. Even when egyptian golems, mystic codes and whatnot appear similar in function to those of modern magecraft, the former are more versatile and their magic is darker in color.
• Territory Creation - A: Creation of a "Temple", which is superior to a "Workshop", is possible.

Personal Skills:

• Divinity - B: Even with her status as a false pharaoh of people born outside of the Nile, or rather because of it, Apophis earned the right to be called a child of Seth, the god of foreigners.
• Usurper - A: This skill identifies someone as having stolen other's merits for oneself; Apophis qualified for this skill not only for taking the monuments of previous rulers for herself rather than building her own, but also for taking the throne for herself when her predecessor died. Gives a plus modifier to checks towards taking control of someone else's Bound Fields, Golems, Mystic Codes and the like.
• Rapid Words of the Divine - B: The ability to speak magical incantations at an accelerated speed. By using a language from the Age of Gods, High-Thaumaturgy can be cast at the speed of single action spells.

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Vermillion Storm

Wrath of the Lord of the Red Sands

Rank: B+ || Type: Anti-Army || Range: 1-50 || Max. targets: 100

Description: Tapping into her faith and divinity, Apophis channels the merciless force her god commands; the cold brutality the desert shows to those who dare underestimate it, and unleashes it upon her foes.
Releasing this noble phantasm's true name allows Apophis to bring forth a violent sandstorm in a nearby area of at most thirty feet around. The howling winds are incredibly strong, scalding and draining, and they carry with them a great amount of sand that severely limits one's sight and smell. Furthermore, hunting within the sandstorm are several vicious Sha, powerful Demonic Beasts akin to large greyhounds that embody Seth's cunning, power and evil. They hunt in packs and are unhindered by the storm around them. They don't need to sleep or eat; their hunting is born from a malicious desire to maim and kill Apophis' foes.
By performing a ritual sacrifice immediately before releasing its true name, the storm's strength increases dramatically, allowing it to slowly wither away anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in Seth's fury. Not only that, but the Sha within it also receive a substantial increase to their stats. There's a caveat, though: the same ritual sacrifice must be repeated daily if one's to maintain it in this state. After all, this is the crystallization of Apophis' devotion to Seth. It only makes sense that the same devotion is needed to maintain the manifestation of his wrath.
A high END stat is needed to endure the storm, but a skill or Mystic Code that protects one from the winds is ultimately prefered. However, this won't make the vision any better; to deal with the other issues presented by the sandstorm one must bring other countermeasures.

Fate/Castle of Glass

Expanded on the noble phantasm by adding some Demonic Beasts into it, which are alsoaffected by the sacrificial boost.

Fate/Castle of Glass

Your Servant is fine as well. I don't see anything particularly worthy of mention regarding her but I think that her Noble Phantasm could be reworded to be a bit stronger. As it stands right now, it's little more than a bounded field that could be created with her own magecraft instead of being a NP-like effect.

@Parallel Hearts

Would the summoning of desert animals of the level of Demonic Beasts within the sandstorm's territory work be too much?

Fate/Castle of Glass

The False Pharaoh

My Pharaoh Cannot Possibly Be This Cute

True Name: Apophis; Apepi I.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Synopsis: Perhaps the greatest of all the hyksos kings, Apophis was a monarch who ruled over the northern Nile in parallel to the seventeenth dynasty of Egypt that resided in Thebes at the time, which she opposed. Envious, insolent and cunning, Apophis sought to become a pharaoh like her rivals and so she began to worship Seth and Seth alone, the god closest to her people's own and who she held daily sacrifices for.
Yet she was a pharaoh in name alone. Not only had she risen to the throne by usurping it once her predecessor had died, but the rites needed to receive a God's blessings were only known by her egyptian rivals. None of her agents sent to retrieve that information returned with satisfying news, if they made it back at all. The spite and frustration of these continued failures drove Apophis into goading the thebeans into war, a drawn out conflict that the hyksos eventually lost and that brought forth the birth of the greatest era in Egyptian history.
It was during this war that Apophis attempted a rite to gain Seth's blessing with what little information of the proceeding she could muster, a desperate attempt to turn the tides of the war in her favor and impose her lineage over that of her enemies. Yet it was this haste that proved to her undoing, as the haphzardly done ritual ended up costing the lives of all of those involved. Nevertheless, her devotion to Seth ended up granting her her much desired blessing in her last moments, allowing her to ascend to the Throne for one last chance at making her lineage the true rulers of the Nile.

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STR: E || END: D || AGI: C || MAN: A || LCK: B || NP: B+

Class Skills:

• Item Construction - B+: Apophis can only create devices related to egyptian magecraft. Even when egyptian golems, mystic codes and whatnot appear similar in function to those of modern magecraft, the former are more versatile and their magic is darker in color.
• Territory Creation - A: Creation of a "Temple", which is superior to a "Workshop", is possible.

Personal Skills:

• Divinity - B: Even with her status as a false pharaoh of people born outside of the Nile, or rather because of it, Apophis earned the right to be called a child of Seth, the god of foreigners.
• Usurper - A: This skill identifies someone as having stolen other's merits for oneself; Apophis qualified for this skill not only for taking the monuments of previous rulers for herself rather than building her own, but also for taking the throne for herself when her predecessor died. Gives a plus modifier to checks towards taking control of someone else's Bound Fields, Golems, Mystic Codes and the like.
• Rapid Words of the Divine - B: The ability to speak magical incantations at an accelerated speed. By using a language from the Age of Gods, High-Thaumaturgy can be cast at the speed of single action spells.

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Vermillion Storm

Wrath of the Lord of the Red Sands

Rank: B+ || Type: Anti-Army || Range: 1-50 || Max. targets: 100

Description: Tapping into her faith and divinity, Apophis channels the merciless force her god commands; the cold brutality the desert shows to those who dare underestimate it, and unleashes it upon her foes.
Releasing this noble phantasm's true name allows Apophis to bring forth a violent sandstorm in a nearby area of at most thirty feet around. The howling winds are incredibly strong, scalding and draining, and they carry with them a great amount of sand that severily limits one's sight and smell. Furthermore, hunting within the sandstorm are several vicious Sha, powerful Demonic Beasts akin to large greyhounds that embody Seth's cunning, power and evil. They hunt in packs and are unhindered by the storm around them. They don't need to sleep or eat; their hunting is born from a malicious desire to maim and kill Apophis' foes.
By performing a ritual sacrifice immediately before releasing its true name, the storm's strength increases dramatically, allowing it to slowly wither away anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in Seth's fury. Not only that, but the Sha within it also receive a substantial increase to their stats. There's a caveat, though: the same ritual sacrifice must be repeated daily if one's to maintain it in this state. After all, this is the crystallization of Apophis' devotion tp Seth. It only makes sense that the same devotion is needed to maintain the manifestation of his wrathm
A high END stat is needed to endure the stoem, but a skill or Mystic Code that protects one from the winds is ultimately prefered. However, this won't make the vision any better; to deal with the other issues presented by the sandstorm one must bring other countermeasures.