The Irish Tree

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@Anza

I'm glad things are getting better for you at the very least.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Looking up at the mausoleum, Alice would sniff the air a bit, before eyeing the lock. So, in order to "help" Vincent with his problems, they'd have to destroy property...or find some way to pick the lock. Because there sure as shit wasn't any way they were going to actually get Vincent's help to solve the problem they'd been called out for.

Sofia would chuckle at Brandy's idea. "While I AM skilled, I don't think that works as well as it does in adventure novels. Besides," Sofia would draw an arrow and show the head's size compared to the hole. It was far too girthy, thick, not to mention hard to get inside. Sofia tapped it a few times to make sure Brandy got it, that shaft wasn't making it inside that hole in any capacity. "Though...I am at a loss for how to get inside now. While Alice could likely blow it open, that would no doubt catch that gravekeeper's attention...

Alice was already working on it, humming softly as she brewed something in her alchemical oven. "Little bit of Aluminum~! Wan! A strip of magnesium~! Wan! And to top it all off~" Alice sang, getting up with a set of protective goggles on and scraping a large amount of rust from the chains and padlock, gathering them in a piece of paper until they piled high. "Iron Oxide~! Wan!" she sang, before the fucking light of GOD itself manifested in the ceramic oven container, a menacing glow bathing Alice in an orange light while Sofia recoiled. "What IS that!?"

Alice would be handling it with gargantuan oven mitts and as much caution was due of literal lava. "A special tool to help us get inside! Thermite!" Alice said excitedly, before getting around to silently melting the chains and lock. Much safer and quieter than a bomb.

Sofia stared in abject horror as Alice committed to her property damage, astonished that such a mild-mannered bookish person was so eager to literally make magma.

Alice would say: "By the way, don't touch this. Don't even touch the stuff it touched. It'll be crazy hot." In all likelihood, that warning was meant exclusively for Brandy.

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Took me a bit, but finally managed a post.

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There were a grand total of 1,065 total confirmed missing persons/confirmed fatalities in Antarctica, accounting for both on-land deaths and at-sea sunken ships. A cold and frigid place the likes of which life can scarcely exist upon the outskirts, Chaldea was located nearly in the center of it. Atop a mountain and isolated by a powerful storm, there was almost zero chance of a wandering spirit to make its way here...

And that's why for a certain geist-gazing-girl who was enjoying a cup of morning tea found this to be the most wonderful place on earth. No ghosts wandering the streets with bulging eyes and nooses hanging from their necks, no wailing vestiges of gun violence that had bullets dangling from their back from sinew and pain connecting them, and most certainly no abused animals wandering with slavering jaws, searching for the Master they're sure still loved them despite leaving them to die chained to a post. When one saw such things not only daily, but hourly...it started make walking around feel really icky, especially with the social pressures of "not screaming when a tormented spirit walks through you because that would be unladylike".

Well, now Cordelia Pelham was free to walk the halls of Chaldea with a smile on her face and her back straight, since there were absolutely no ghosts to speak of. ...Well, except the "Ghost-Liners". Servants. And thankfully in the walk to her morning homeroom class, the Servant that most aggravated her wasn't-

"Hey, Master, I'm bored! Heading over now!"

...Oh fuck.

"Samson that is REALLY not necessary, I have class soon and-"

"Eh!? Still? You already know how to read and write, the hell good is class going to do you?"

Cordelia could already feel the migraine setting in. "As I've told you Samson, its a necessary part of Mastership. Besides, I rather enjoy the lessons here. They're a lot more understanding than many Clock Tower magi..."

"Still sounds boring to me...ah well, I'm still coming anyways."

"That REALLY won't be necessary Samson-" Cordelia thought, just before being swept up and off her feet by her Berserker, plopping her atop his shoulder while she held back her instincts to scream at being manhandled. "...Thank you, Samson," she managed to say through her gritted teeth.

Her Berserker of large stature beamed proudly. In all likelihood, he knew damn well his Master hated being pushed and tossed...but that's what made it fun to start with! "Don't mention it," Samson said, with the most shit-eating grin on his face before he heard Cordelia's phone beeped. "Finally get someone's number?" he questioned.

Cordelia didn't even bother to respond to the jab at her single-status, happily a bachelorette and not a lech like her Servant. He'd gotten slapped by a fair number of Servants for his advances, some hard enough to dissuade him from further attempts. "...An assembly is happening at hall 11 at Five O'Clock..."

"...I thought there were only 10," Samson observed, his eyes narrowing a bit as he was actually on-guard. "Might be a trap. Maybe someone wants to rip those special eyes out of your head."

Cordelia grew pale in the face, just a bit, saying: "Please, stop joking about that! ...Regardless, this is an official announcement...it even has directions to the hall, So...I think I have to go."

Samson didn't like sketchy directions and out-of-the-blue sneaky shit, so he'd be on his guard the entire day, scoping out if anyone was near his Master's room.

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When the appointed hour arrived, Cordelia would follow the written instructions on her phone while nervously looking over her shoulder constantly. Like, every three seconds. To anyone watching it was almost comedic. She looked like a burglar who just heard someone turn a light on, neck beginning to ache as she snapped it to and fro before she finally made her way to the door and literally started opening the door by millimeters at a time.

Samson, who was in his Spirit Form, was covering his non-existent mouth with his non-existent hand, trying not to burst out laughing at how Cordelia looked inches from screaming and running away from a door.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Some kinda luck for Liliana to get two cows in one mission. Murphy's Law hits hard when you have bovine-based-battle-tactics I guess.

I hope you find something that will help, Cloud!

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight

Liliana's plan to take out the surrounding Varjans was solid in theory, but any warrior got tired. Wings beat slower, arms got heavier, and reflexes got slower...slow enough that she was caught off guard once more with a Varjan leaping atop her. Just before they could land a decisive blow however, Liliana would knock them off balance with a kick to the gut and get back to her feet. If it weren't for Shizuka's timely intervention, the fairy knight might have been a pincushion thanks to the surrounding soldiers.

"I'm still in the right amount of pieces, thanks!" Liliana would say, more than thankful for her samurai's sharp skills and blinding speed. ...In fact, it was starting to get embarrassing the longer the mission went on, since it felt like Shizuka was a one-man-army. Still, she had to imagine he had a weakness of some kind...maybe a killer stomach ache after a long battle, or a weird sneezing habit. Still, even he seemed to be getting worried by the odds stacked against them, to the extent of suggesting a plan that flipped every mischievous instinct in the fairy knight's brain. "I like your plan! Up we go!"

She'd give Shizuka the time he needed, parrying a few Varjan arrows as he prepared his explodey-projectile of some kind. Probably as simple as an oil soaked cloth on a crossbow bolt but eh, explodeys are explodeys. By picking Shizuka up and under one arm, Liliana would take flight, holding her blade aloft and pointing it at the sky. She figured some support magic would do them good right now...maybe even get them out of here faster! Of course, when the glyph actually manifested in the air and Liliana recognized it, an immediate look of displeasure crossed her face...until she saw that the glyph of Summon Cow was right above Fatal Pulse. She could live with that.

Another cow would once again grace Fatal Pulse, this time hurtling towards him as a damn good distraction while Shizuka took his shot at the crates. Liliana would then fly away once the bolt hit, wanting to get plenty of distance while the cow caused mayhem. "...So um...just wanna let you know, usually its like a one-cow-a-week thing, not a twice-a-day-thing."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight

Would you prefer to post first or second for our quest? Anything I can have Liliana do might remove options for Kannazuki, so I thought I should ask before starting a post.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Well, pack it up, RP's over.

Brandy and the gang were murderers.

Alice would erect a gravesite for her boney friend, his second departure from this world so untimely that uh...it meant most of his head was lost somewhere in the swamp. Oops.

Sofia would try to calm Brandy down: "Y-You see, Brandy, actually, according to Crusade Law #14-J, it is not only lawful, but encouraged to put down wandering undead outside of civilization. After all...w-we didn't know he was friendly!" There was some sketch ass laws in this world, but since they weren't in vampire country...by and large, few people actually cared about undead lives, for the reason of them already being alive and dying. Some places outright feared the undead. It was just sheer luck that Sofia hadn't been run out for having the pallor of a corpse.

After offering a short prayer and rising up, Alice would pound her fist into her open hand. "Don't you worry Phillip...I didn't even take one of your femurs, just because they looked delicious. We'll get to the bottom of this, and make whoever resurrected you and made Brandy kill you pay!"

Sofia shrank back a bit at the second part, but Alice would grab both her companions, saying: "We have to solve this job now! For Phillip!"

"For...was his name Philip? For Philip!"

Alice would utilize what magical know-how she had to try and make an agent from the various things around the swamp to react to any necromantic magics in the area, bottling it and putting it on her belt. It would turn black if they neared the source of the same magic that reanimated Philip, a little shard of his skull resting at the bottom of the bottle to serve as a reactant piece.

Alice would never forget her incredibly handsome boney friend. But she also would forgive Brandy for his bashing, since...lets be honest here, she should have known a skeleton wouldn't be accepted by her friends without an introduction.

Sofia would pray at Philip's makeshift grave, catching on fire on her left hand from performing a holy-based action, before quickly patting it out. "Let's find who's responsible for reanimating corpses, then."

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@Rezod92

Your Master's image has broken somehow on both the copied sheet and the one you posted. I think the link be dead.

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Cordelia Pelham

Appearance

Basics

Name: Cordelia Pelham
Sex: Female
Alignment: Lawful Balanced

History:

History

When a child sees a ghost, that’s generally a sign of something wrong, but the Pelham magus lineage had long since cultivated a fanatic obsession with spirits as not just a medium for their magecraft, but as spiritual guides that can allow one to reach the root. As such when their daughter described the face of a man she never could have met clawing at her window, her family was ecstatic rather than comforting. Trauma wasn’t something strange to mages growing up. The very backbone of modern magecraft requires broken people with ideals brow-beaten into them from a young age…and with the family’s magecraft already specializing in spiritual contact, Cordelia would be put through a veritable horror anthology of contacting spirits.

From lingering resentment at the Tower of London to her family’s ancestral tomb, the heiress of the Pelhams was exposed to so many ghosts that it became difficult to tell where the boundary of life and death lay in the first place. After all, spirits without many worldly regrets could be reincarnated through the root, but one that could see the volume of ghosts lingering in the world could only conclude that there were more regrets than joys in life for humans. The very idea of being around people began to terrify the girl even as she advanced into adulthood, proving a disappointment to her parent’s efforts to numb her to the death she saw in every corner she peeked at. Lingering vestiges of unsaid last words, spirits killed in cold blood that wander and wail on deaf ears…it was equal parts tragic and horrifying to the girl.

Proven a disappointment even with her pure eyes and with no way to transfer that power to another, she was left in the care of the only evocator capable of guiding her: Rufleus Nuada-Re Eulyphis. When the call came from Chaldea for users of magecraft, both the departments of Spiritual Evocation and Summoning would recommend the girl not only as a way to assist in Chaldea’s summoning system, but also to identify early problems with the system with how spirits congregated to the facility. …And also because, frankly, she’d need a break before she went insane.

Magecraft

Magic Circuits Quality: C
Magic Circuits Quantity: A+
Magical Affinity: Void
Attribute: Spiritual Evocation/Spirits

Minor Magecraft

• Rituals of Spiritual Evocation: There are countless lingering vestiges in this world. Ghosts, wraiths, spirits, any can be summoned with enough time and the proper methods…which are all thankfully contained with Euphonia Onyx. Usable virtually infinitely with proper reagents.
• Exorcism Rites: From her experience under Lord Eulyphis Cordelia has learned to exorcise a fair number of weak spirits, allowing her to clear an area of spiritual poisoning. Usable 4 times per Singularity.

Major Magecraft

• Pure Eyes of Spirit: A destined and formulated set of karmic eyes passed to Cordelia through years of effort on her ancestors part, allowing her to see the “Spiritual Remnants” of things without need of spells, extrasensory capabilities, or exorcism rites. While this ability is fairly powerful and allows one to see Servants even in their spirit forms, it cannot be turned off. In places with a large amount of death associated with it, the user can easily be overwhelmed by ghosts completely filling their sightline. Spiritually pure beings are also discernible to her eyes, though since she has never seen one herself she’d have no idea what they were.
• Paleozoic Protoplasm: Cordelia’s favorite ritual to conjure spirits, reaching into the realm of the absurd in its ability to pull the very souls of primordial cellular organisms and stimulate their growth with her mana as a major source. These beings are virtually indestructible by standard physical damage, and with their completely primitive mindset she is capable of commanding and staving the regrets of beings who’s entire desire in life was to “eat and divide''. Since the latter is impossible, letting them “consume” something even as small as a mouse would satiate their desire. While she is capable of summoning more powerful vestiges, she prefers these because she thinks they are “cute and dumb”. Usable 8 times a Singularity with each summon lasting roughly 30 minutes.
• Necro-Stitch: Seeing the spiritual remnants of things allows Cordelia to “tie together” the feelings of things to herself. This allows her to experience what a spirit has seen or sees right now even over a vast distance, but due to the mental strain she is only capable of maintaining this connection for one hour. Usable 3 times a Singularity.

Primary Mystic Code

”Euphonia Onyx”

A mystic code in the shape of a long fluted instrument, designed to house a multitude of ritual circles in individual “discs” with bored holes to allow sound to pass through.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items

• Musical Talent: One of the most basic pleasures afforded to her outside of her training was allowing her to express herself through music.

Samson

Appearance

Basics

Class: Berserker
True Name: Samson
Master: Cordelia Pelham
Sex: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Attribute: Heaven

History:

History

He who was heralded as the last judge of the Israelites mentioned in the Book of Judges. A legendary man recorded in Hebrew and Christian tradition as he who slayed the Philistines and sacrificed himself to shatter the religious power of Dagon. The man who is as close to being born as a Berserker as one could have ever been in life. That is Samson, the man without peer in regards to strength and who's feat of killing 1000 men with just an animal's jaw bone should have cemented him in the throne on killing prowess alone.

Where Samson in the Book of Judges was a pious man who fought for revenge and was betrayed in love, this Samson seems to be more of a jaded old man who enjoys a good drink and telling life stories that have little application. An arrogant man who would tell someone his weakness after they've proven untrustworthy, Samson is a man who was sure of himself until his fate was sealed, and piously devoted his life as a slave to the only God he respected to regain his strength.

Parameters

Strength A-EX
Agility C
Endurance A
Mana D
Luck E
Noble Phantasm C

Class Skills

Madness Enhancement Rank E:
“Huh? Yeah its Rank E, this was just how I was in life!”

Personal Skills

• Vows of the Nazirite Rank C: “So, I can’t touch the dead, can’t drink wine, and can’t cut my hair…but hey, you modern folk solved that problem! There’s non-grape booze EVERYWHERE!”
  The vows that give Samson his tremendous strength, following the ancient traditions of the Nazirites. These oaths include abstaining from anything made of grapes, never cutting one’s hair, and to never become impure by contact with corpses or graves. Had Samson died without breaking one of these vows he would be nigh unstoppable as a Servant, but the breaking of the vows linger even into his spiritual core. Decreases every time a vow is broken to a minimum of Rank E, where all of Samson’s parameters would drop to the same rank.
• Aptitude for Slaughter Rank A: “They were in my way, so I killed them. They were Philistines, and I was okay with them until…”
  Samson is most noted for his feat of slaying 1000 man with the jawbone of a donkey in revenge for his wife’s murder. Samson, who was fated to deliver the Nazirites from the Philistines, was a man blessed by God to kill everyone he needed to.
• Destruction of the Temple of Dagon: “I’ve heard that a lot of people have debated on if I pushed or pulled the pillars apart. I didn’t do either. I tore them apart.”
  The final feat of Samson’s strength after his vows had been broken. The proof that God had not abandoned him was in how his strength returned, grasped to pillars, and brought the entire temple crashing down around him after being enslaved. This feat cemented that Samson will always be “stronger” than what he is facing, his Strength Parameter automatically adjusting in magnitude to whatever target he is facing. In terms of raw physical power, Samson cannot be bested even by the divine.

Noble Phantasm

[Rank C]

Promise to Heaven: Locks of Samson
”I am sweeter than honey. I am stronger than a lion. I have done what they did to me. God, forgive my sins, for once more I slay for myself.”
Anti-Self
Targets: 1
Samson was blessed due to following his vows, his long hair serving as a symbol of his devotion and providing him with strength. This Noble Phantasm can only be activated if Samson's vows have been broken or his hair has been cut in some way, resulting in his form being granted the same "second chance" he received in the Temple of Dagon. His hair will grow back to its full length and be consumed with a
silver glow, granting him greatly increased physical resilience while affording him a temporary Divine attribute bonus of C.

In addition, his "Destruction of the Temple of Dagon" skill will begin to gain a conditional bonus to "gaining strength from attacking Divine Constructs". Usable twice per Singularity.

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