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Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

forgive me for the double toast/bump, but:
That's both characters. I edited in Sonja. All good to go fammmm.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Location: The Deacon Arms Tavern.
Interacting with: James Hartnet @Shadow Daedalus.
Magical energy: 592 out of 600.

While the greater grail did have the decency to brief him about the nature of cars, Archer didn't find them at all comfortable. From what he understood, people spent hours cooped up in one of these seats. Surely there were cars bigger than this? He'd sooner be in a carriage or atop a horse, at least then you had room to move. But, there was no question that it was certainly swift, and "riding" a car didn't seem to be at all exerting his master. Such is the price of luxury, one would suppose.

"Archer, answer me truthfully. What in the fuck happened back there?"
Archer let out a quiet 'hmm' as his master posed the question. He had his thoughts on what happened - for that matter, he had his suspicions. After living a hand to rub his bare a chin a little bit in thought, shifting in his seat to get a bit more comfortable as he did, he spoke:
"Well... either they were following us the whole time and nobody noticed a team that large and a servant, even given leniency from rites of magic..." he began, a little doubtful in his tone. He lead on to his main point: "...or, they were waiting there already. They knew where all of you were going to summon your servants and were waiting there long in advance. Now the real question is, how would they know that? Through some wicked wizardry and magic, can they see into the future? Or the much more likely option..." he paused for a moment to look towards his master, to drive his point home, before he finished explaining his thoughts: "...someone told them where we would be. I think we were betrayed, boy. Be careful who you trust - I'll follow your lead."

Archer watched as his master went about torching the car: namely, he watched the surrounds. Even if James was meticulous in avoiding a tail, caution was almost never unrewarded. As James motioned him to follow, he obeyed: in a cloud of blue wisps, he simply vanished into thin air, entering his corporeal form. From the privacy of lacking a physical form, he studied his master: he was getting tired, as many of the other children would be. It was fortunate that he didn't need to sleep. He could only hope that the other servants shared his caution.

Imagine the shock Archer got when he entered the bar behind his master. From his corporeal form, he found Rider prowling about the bar kissing masters and Berserker sharing a drink with his master at first glance. You could almost hear his eyebrow twitch. After a drawn out pause, Archer abruptly burst out into laughter, echoing into James' mind alone.
"They didn't waste time, did they! Hah!" He paused as he moved to take a post up on the roof, watching from the safety of his form. "I'll take up the watch, boy. Do try and get some rest."

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Location: The Deacon Arms Tavern.
Interacting with: Berserker of Red @MeteorD; Rider of Red @KawaiiKyouko.
Magical energy: 147 out of 180.

Impatiently, Sonja looked down to her watch. The night was wearing on. Despite her best efforts to try and reassure herself, she didn't find any relief. She let out a quiet sigh. She was worried sic-
The doors crashed open with a bang. Reflexively, Sonja swung her gaze up, jumping at the sudden entrance. In that brief moment until she saw exactly who it was, she feared the worst - up until she saw exactly who it was standing in the doorway. In that moment, almost all of her concerns washed away: not only was her servant back, but another one of the masters.
"Yo, Master! I made it back like I said, sorry for havin' to leave ya behind, I couldn't let that kid just stand around and get himself killed!" bellowed the servant, captivating the attention of the tavern. She could've almost fallen asleep right then and there.

Sonja watched as Berserker strode over to the bar. He really was like a horse in a school boy's locker room: the center of everyone's attention, whether they liked it or not. As he took up the two drinks and started his way towards her, she reached over to the ash tray to press the cigarette out. A simple courtesy: she didn't want to stain the golden boy's radiant aura with the cigarette smoke.
"I'm really sorry Master. 'Always obey your General on the battlefield.' That was a lesson I had to learn in life, and I disobeyed it on the first day." Berserker apologized as he slid her a schooner. While she wasn't too big on alcohol, the notion of sharing a drink with the golden boy was a little reassuring. She took it in hand as she spoke.
"No, please, I-" she hesitated, trying to think of the right words. "...don't apologize. I'm-... not much of a general. I'm certain you know more about that than I do, and... well, I trusted you, and look what happened: we all got back, which..." she paused before speaking a little more quietly, privately: "...is more than I would've had us come back with. Just, if you ever feel like you're about to go berserk, then... well, tell me, so I know I need to use a command seal if we're running."

She lifted her drink to her mouth, taking a gentle sip. It was coarse, but it was in a way relieving. While she had a fair alcohol tolerance, if not dipping slightly on the side of lightweight, a single beer wasn't going to put her even on tipsy. By the time she looked back up, though...
"Oyh... Gol'nn boy.. ye' as gol'nn in bed 'swell? Woul'ya show this 'ere... Raidah~?" Her glass made a thud as it came close to slamming the table. Involuntarily, she found herself glaring at Rider, as if trying to ward her away. She didn't even recognize how possessive she felt; or maybe, attached? Afraid? Reliant? For that reason, she found herself easing up when she moved off to her next victim, to her concealed embarrassment.

Within her mind, she reminded herself she needed to go to bed soon.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Catching up then making a post, aiming to have it up within an hour.

If Rider wakes up in the morning with maximum mana, so help me god I better get sent logs.

Entropy

@Normie @DeadbeatWalking @gojidorah @Sophrus @Rougespartan181 @SilverPaw
ya boi is a piece of trash and ended up binging Made in Abyss instead of making GM posts last night but, IC is up.

Entropy

t h e m o u n t a i n s o f j u l ' r i t a r z i
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Even the great wastes, barren and cruel as it is, seemed to understand: for this many mountain hermits to venture through the valley, something truly abnormal was happening. No event in the hermit's history, not any Void Conclave or meeting of hands, led this many hermits to embark on pilgrimage. By all accords, the Fourth Void Conclave shouldn't be unusual - albeit, in all fairness, rare - but this time, more than the hands and the offerings embarked on the journey to the Jul'ritarzi Mountains, the traditional site of the Void Conclaves. This time, the five Lorekeeper Enclaves were summoned to the Conclave; never had the Lorekeeper Enclaves made a journey like this in the history of their path, leading many to wonder and speculate. Had the hands lost their minds, now bearing the prophecies of the keepers alongside the teachings of the minds? Or is something more complicated at work?

The Jul'ritarzi Mountains, of all the mountains of Myar, are the most unique. Some would call them grand: the tallest of the five ranges, going as far as to pierce the clouds; others would call them ominous: Gothic and unforgiving in their steep construction, with steep paths and points sharp enough to stab a man with. For many in the great wastes, it's an ominous warning: that the mountain hermits are cruel people, for only demons would live in a mountain range fit for a hellscape; many of them lack a sense of irony. It was here that all prior Voidsmen were sent out into the abyss, from the rocket ship fired from the Last Path's Reentrant on the east side of the mountain range to the sleeker vehicle more like a house in design, believed to be from the last days before the cataclysm.

From all corners of Myar, envoys for the Fourth Void Conclave have made their way to the Jul'ritarzi Mountains. Near the greatest summit of the mountain, in the ominously undisclosed depths of the Hall of the Void, the Hand and Keepers of the Jul'ritarzi Mountains wait for their distant counterparts to arrive.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

79 new posts overnight.
Sexual implications is a hell of a drug.

Entropy

@gojidorah @SilverPaw

Both are accepted, looks like we've got our cast! Feel free to post them in characters. We'll get started sometime in the next 12 hours, probably sooner.

Entropy

So I think there's a couple sheets left in production but we're mostly good to go. While those are coming along, I'll get an IC post ready so we can get straight into it.

@gojidorah
Sounds good to me. You do you fam, it's gonna be lit.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Oh god I am so glad I spell checked that post before going to bed. Not my greatest work at all.

Entropy

@Sophrus
I am very fond of Beyer as a character. Accepted, glad to have you aboard! Feel free to drop the sheet in the characters tab in your own time.