Yukitamas

Tales of Death and Glory (A Fantasy Epic)

Alright, I think I finally have a character concept to build on. I'll work onthat.

Tales of Death and Glory

Hey.

I'm gonna need some time to think of a good idea (I have a few concepts I sort of have in my head currently.) But I'm definitely interested and plan to apply and participate!

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Aite sure.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Worked on this the last few days after seeing the RP. Been juggling a few other things so I didn't finish it immediately. But here it is now.

Gavel

"My name is Tachton."

Sobriquets: Undyed Pontiff. Frame of the Extinguished Pure Light. Prism of Heaven. Nine Life Cradle. Cosmos Direction. Harmonious Gavel. Judge of the Divine. Denier of Gods. Immortal Breaker. No Life King. Heaven Masher. Proselytizer

A skeletal frame, charred black without a spec of flesh. One would be forgiven for confusing Tachton for an arcane being that defiles the dead. Rather than the faith-moved body it is that had abandoned its functions for living, with trust in the divine as sustenance and it’s drive.

Shaped into his current form as he foresaked the ways of life to entrust his existence to his faith, all changed by the ascension of black flame, scorching away his mummified, weakened scraps of flesh. Wicking away his impurities as his Key was revealed to him.

It is this skeletal body, that he declares his mortality. The nothingness to his spirit’s white all, as the opposed concept for divinity. His reminder to himself that he is but a man who has been granted the honor of a holy task.

Dressed in rather formal and somewhat contemporary wear. He comes across as a man, simple and humble. With the appropriate trappings of station, but yet still in the stature of a man. He is an emissary. One who represents, and a civil servant after all.

Yet cradling a grand and yet equally as simple hammer, one is presented with a weight beyond his stature.

A man who exudes solemn respect, and unflinching authority both. Soft and hard.

Within him pulses life, life beyond the flesh. Life brought by an unflinching dedication, and also from the jewel-like replacements for his organs made out of his home world.

Manationis was split into nine orbs from the outside and placed within his body. Both to infuse him with the faith of his world, and also to cradle it, protect it within his body as its ‘God’. He is their steward after all.

His body then is modeled after the system that his faith believes in, in terms of how the world should be structured.

Aspect:Gavel (Color is white to be clear)

The Procession of Order. The announcement and Jugement. To declare law, and decide value. That which is sacred, and that which must not be violated. In other words, what is unforgivable and what is the price?

World (Manationis): What world/universe is your character from? The two terms are basically synonyms in this setting. Just talk about whatever you think is relevant, such as possibly its most defining features, its history, and what state your character may have left it in. Your character's aspect should have some influence on the world they are from.

The world of Manationis is one that has been shaped greatly by the Apothesis of Tachton, both in spirit, and in shape.

Deposited and safeguarded in his body as representations of the colors of reality, the Endless Light’s doctrine and system, and as a stand-in for his organs. It’s a world that is secluded and defended against intrusion by other forces to a degree hard to match by other worlds.

Upon his ascension and witnessing the scattered and disorderly nature of heaven, Tachton split Manationis into 9 connected parts to serve as the first example and blueprint of what he has seen as heaven’s judgement and rightful design.

it has slowly become something akin to a massive city with nine districts. Traveling between them takes time, but is easy enough for most people and the general aesthetic of the world is predominantly Rococo as the new wave on a Gothic foundation.

Society is peaceful, although rigid. The forms of expression are varied, yet set in stone, with people’s lives aligning with the nine colors that they travel through in their lives.

Copies of Tachton, or rather emissaries of his will split off from him manage and direct the nine spheres, and tend to the faith and lives of his people.

Truly, a universe governed by the Gavel.

Race:
Human/Cadafidei Nuntius

Legacy:
The world of Manationis is not one that is overly cruel, nor overly kind. A world that has seen great rises, and great falls. Yet the moment of apothesis came upon a dawn of knowledge revolutionary yet humble.

Magic and Might took its turns dictating the course of Manationis, but the ultimately victory was, apparently, give to convenience and knowledge as an industrial revolution spread across its civilizations. The cultures became global through the means of economic and technological advancement with the combination of the refinement of lower level magic and science to allow for various conveniences that satisfied wants and needs both.

With that came the decline of faith. To deny the existence of a Divine Will and Heaven was foolish, and yet piety, true faith was something beyond mere acknowledgement. It was acceptance, it was relinquishment. To believe in something greater, in something that was, more than anything else in the world, true.

It was in this era that Tachton, the LIXth Undyed Pontiff of the Endless Light, a religion that taught that all of existence flowed from a One True Divinity and Will. One that was existence itself, and that the world was akin to a beam of light broken into a prism so that it could take form separate from the Divine. Various attributes, existences and systems of reality then were colors, dyes upon the original white light that was all.

In a world without true Faith, Tachton decided not to accept the spiritual decline, nor to attempt to sacrifice the material happiness and stability of his people. Instead he worked within their secular means, shaping the direction of society in means that mirrored and used as inspiration, the structure and teachings of the Endless Light in secular means. He worked to uplift, and guide people in all manners of life and worked on remarrying the material and the spiritual to feed into each other.

It was as the Endless Light became more and more a part of common life, as present as warm bread on the table, or the illuminating golden dawn of the sun every morning. That Pontiff Tachton then decided to finally enact his life work and radical show of faith.

The fact that the material was simply fuel for the spiritual, that with the Divine Light known as God one could abandon simple life.

A death-fast, a broadcasted and documented following of his activities as he continued to pray, work for communities, and precede as the Pontiff and a member of parliament over various matters, legal and religious.

He would not sleep, he would not eat, he would not rest nor allow himself what was considered necessary for life.

Yet he did not slow down, he did not become dull nor weak. Even as his body seemed to waste away he worked with a vigor that disturbed some, but captivated all.

His fingers wore away from countless hours of writing texts, and signing bills and papers to chalky white bone.

His eyes themselves shrunk, receding, yet with the glint of light reflected in his pupils intensifying like that of a magnifying lens.

His hair burned away from his in flux magical energy, his skin peeling as dust in the wind.

Still he moved, still he acted. Serene and yet passionate.

For a month the attention of all Manationis was captivated by him and him alone.

It was as he sensed, what he believed to be the final day of his life that he led the world in a prayer, and reflected on his faith.

Unyielding faith in the truth was, as it turned out a unmoving pillar that the cosmos itself was forced to acknowledge and respond to.

Even as his body seemed to shift, his soul and will coming to rest in his body, utilizing it as a puppet and a means to direct his faith where no life should have rested, becoming a creature different from, yet related to the Liches of old, it was his further faith that shook the bindings to his skeleton and this world that continued to shine out into existence like a all-accepting beacon.

Finally at what appeared to be the end he burned.

A revelation filled him.

He would be the Gavel.

What mortal ties he had were sundered, washed away as he was showered in light, as he was elevated and raised with that color, that truth to something more than a man.

He had become White.

Now ascending to join the ranks of the New Gods, he then laid upon law upon Manationis, split it into 9 separate and yet connected “orbs” representing his home universe as Colors of his faith, the seven of the rainbow and the two additional of the White that contained all, and the Black that was the void that married the all.

In other worlds, nine “realms” to journey between, in one’s life as a pilgrimage. To journey from Black, to eventually arrive at White.

Those nine orbs then were something he placed within his body, placing them as a stand in for the organs of his skeletal body to infuse himself with the faith of his universe, and to protect it from the other gods as he looked upon the chaotic cosmos and ruined heavens.

All he saw were pretenders. None of them were gods, not even he.

They were pure dyes, pure strands divided through the prism of reality born from the Pure White.

He was Gavel, he knew. But only did then he truly realize the full meaning of that Aspect.

He would have to lay upon the heavens and reality the cosmic laws that reminded it of its proper shape, to lay law, piety and punishment to the pretender gods and reinstate the system that mimicked the shape of his world.

A system and harmonious existence that cultivated people’s lives, and their spirituality to rise back towards the White.

Might: What was your character's claim to fame originally? Were they a wizard, a warrior, a citizen-soldier, a poet, a scholar? Describe their skills, talents, and abilities here, and how their newfound divinity has exaggerated and influenced this power. Really try to be creative here, since your character is meant to be one of the mightiest champions in the multiverse. You can also describe any armies or other resources under your God's command, as those interested in that sort of thing can amass wealth and levies easily.

A holy man and cleric, but a politician at that too. The strength of Tachton can be said to be the ability to guide people into putting into shape with their own actions, his intentions. Coupled with the power to demonstrate his faith, literally, and more figuratively with divine spellcasting.

The doctrine of Manationis describes the existence of God and Heaven as a boundless light that, split like light into a rainbow, becomes the different colors and shades that become reality.

Magic then is the expression and utilization of various elements, or rather, colors of existence and utilizing the energy and powers associated with that color.

Divine magic then is the attempt to trace back beyond the color, and add a tinting of the original divine light. A mortal is imperfect and can only add and channel divine light into that which they already dye themselves by being part of divided reality.

In the case of Tachton as a holder of a Key of Creation his own color dyes his divine magic to a greater extent than mere mortals.

Beyond all of that, for a man who has set off to bring a system and order to the heavens just as he had to his world. It helps that he is thanks to his work as Pope, representative and the Prism of Heaven. He’s a very good administrator and can blaze through legalities.

He also uh, has a cool hammer.

Path: The desire to bring harmonic order through the instatement of a cosmic system that corresponds with his faith.The illumination to the other gods the true meaning and weight of what divinity means.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - The Ends justify the Means!

Sheet is now finished with one more mystic code, and the personality section.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - The Ends justify the Means!

Beast of Black and White

Name: 魔金融 (Mo-jin Lon) Aka Lonnie Goldbear.

Title(s): Blood-Forged Beast
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Team: Black
Rank: Fes
Purpose for the Grail War: To make war, to advance her craft and have a fun time.
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Command Seal:

Personality: A sort of girl that can be called a rambunctious troublemaker. A lady who selfishly pursues her fun and own rules. Really, she’s no Flying General, but she’s not someone who falls into line exactly how others want.

Somewhat inexperienced with both the full scope of modern society and the western world, Lon is nonetheless someone who jumps fully into whatever she thinks is worth her time or fun. To enjoy her time.

She’s someone others may think is simple at first glance, and maybe even a fool. But if you were to ask her she’ll reply that she thinks most people complicate matters way beyond the truth.

Take the make up of a body, the chemicals, nutrients and structure that gives birth to one, or the desires that rule people. To understand things like that are a given, because her craft is one born from using the body, and pursuing ideals and dreams. That is, the craft of war.

The cosmos isn’t that complicated, and even heaven is nicely structured and disciplined. Magic is all about what you’ve seen and what’s happened telling you what can be done, and people can be calculated from their pasts and through the cosmos as well.

But just because humans and the world are simple doesn’t mean they can’t be surprising. Surprise just means that either you’ve been looking it wrong, or someone else started finally looking at themselves properly.

No one expected her to stand at the top refined to the splendor of gold, so she told them she did. It’s as simple as that.

Bio: A family of warriors and beasts. Frightening sages and mystics who developed from a community of alchemists who blended the pursuit of immortality and heaven with internal alchemy with the pursuit for truth. Strangely it is in the pursuit of blood and iron that they became more concerned with what lied beyond immortality, the truth.

Who knows what shifted to truly make them sages pursuing the impossible thankless dream to the point of bloodying their hands? It is said that the one who began the Mo discovered and started upon this path after returning from a journey to the plains of Zhuolu… But perhaps it was a matter of attuning to the flow of the times as the birth of the Mo came at the end of the prosperous Spring and Autumn era of history. Perhaps they were simply becoming scholars attuned to the Warring States.

Battling, studying and refining themselves over centuries. They reached a infamy of being annoying to deal with, but reliable as warriors. In a sense their reputation ended up being something equivalent to the Finnish Hyenas of the west, for the east…

Surviving through various shifts of eras, and the globalization of the world, the Mo made the bold decision of moving with its main family to the west to try and open themselves to progress through involving themselves with other parts of the world. Part of their interest was the various tales of legendary armaments from the west that were focused upon, and a desire to learn about the philosophies of western alchemy.

However moving to new lands is not kind, and the time it took to adapt to the new lands and preserve their foundations, along with being outsiders meant that their sway and standing in the western world was tumultuous. While they had support from their branches that lingered in the east, they were still in a weak position.

Eventually picked up by the Yggdmillennia who, despite the pride of the Mo, were able to convince them to join in by the silvertongue of Darnic Prestone, the Mo were a powerful, albeit distance satellite member that filled the collective’s ranks.

Lon herself was a girl born to one of the branch families that from a young age. Showing a great compatibility and aptitude, besting the candidates of inheritance with an exhibition that stifled opposition, she not only was adopted to the clan of gold from copper, but ended up becoming the new head and representative.

All in all new to the West and Yggdmillennia, she comes in as if she were a tourist. Well, considering the instability that comes with the passing of generations, both in Yggdmillennia and the MO itself, and the fact that the Mo are partially blamed by some members for failing to protect the grail from theft despite their strength means that there’s plenty for her to experience and deal with.

Hm? She just thinks it’ll be a fun time? Besides, it’s not like she was part of the Gold back then. It was time for the to bear witness with her performance in the war the value of copper transmuted to gold. Just like she silenced those of the Mo, she came to the west with the full intent of silencing the Yggdmillennia with herself.

She was the sort who desired the sort of curse that was “May you live in interesting times”

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Magic Circuit Switch: The feeling of the heart pumping liquid steel through the veins, and the rush of breath in response.
Number of Magic Circuits: D
Quality of Magic Circuits: B
Od: Very high (Panda Furnace)

Elemental Affinity: Water & Fire [Wuxing system, not Aristotle/western]

Magic Stuff & techniques

Attribute: Refinement
A magecraft attribute of Refinement. Similar to reinforcement, but it has to do more with removing impurities to strengthen the concept and existence of something rather than adding onto it. For some magic and abilities it might not be much of a difference in terms of effect, but the connotations can build up to very different results.

Beast Magecraft (Panda) 食鐵獸:
Wearing the concept and form of the Iron-Eating Beast. While Beast Magecraft is fundamentally about borrowing the abilities or concept of beasts. Rather than transforming one’s self completely into an animal on a complete physical level, traits are blended and seeded with conceptual fertilization, making one a hybrid, both spiritually and physically from the onset, and layering of magecraft techniques.

One is a mighty iron-eating beast, and drawing forth this already innate bestial nature can allow for a further augmentation of strength and performance. Although rather than reinforcement, this follows the property of the family’s magical attribute of refinement.

Through eating previous heirs and their enemies, one takes in their enlightenment and iron. The fact that Panda and Demon are both called Mo (貘) [panda] and 魔 [demon] is utilized to help blend them.
The devouring of the wisdom of others (refinement) to gain immortality (eternity) and enlightenment (perfection)

Of course, actual metal is also eaten as an odd sort of snack and material to utilize for magecraft, and to bring one closer to the people of the originator of weapons, Chiyou. After all, carrying heads of bronze, and eating iron.. Maybe they were pandas all along?! Regardless, such a regression through associated acts is only beneficial for both martial strength and magecraft...

Yějīn nèidān shù
Elixir Brewing Forge/Internal Foundry:
The Taoist path of internal alchemy that cultivates and processes the body to attempt to form an elixir internally. The normal practices of alchemy are performed instead with one’s self.

The act of alchemy is to trace a path (Dao) backwards through the stream of life that flows from Wu (the root) to Wanwu (the current stage of life).

Even things such as greater strength, healing and shaking off of ailments and foulness, and immortality can be reached if one aligns with the cosmos properly. But most importantly for the Mo it is a matter of internal purity and refinement that they seek most of all. Applying metallurgical concepts as part of their internal alchemy, the path of the Mo is to forge themselves into purity until they reach heaven.

As an aside note, as a purified space for an elixir, and a forgery/crucible that burns away impurities via Qi, by their nature, the Mo are rather sturdy against outside influences, whether it be invasive magical energy, or poisons or even a bacteria-filled meal.

However the nature of fire being the element that coaxes the pure essence of things out from their coil, the body heat of Lon is rather high. Toasty.

Dantian Forge, Cultivation of Violence:

The utilization of one’s heart as the Dantian (focal point of energy) in magecraft is something that while specific to east asia mysticism, is a matter of the expansion of the universal and innate nature of the heart as a center of energy and life.

Utilizing its energy, and its flow of blood as both the energy that reshapes the body, and the flow that reconfigures and transforms the body. This is internal alchemy that shifts the body from a crucible that cultivates the heavens and elixir, to a furnace that transforms and refines the body and self.

Blood is after all iron, and the work of a smith is to reshape iron into a form that is not only different, but stronger than before.

In Taoism the concept of Metallurgy is fundamentally that of transformation, and shifting shape.

Qi (Breath) is processed along with metal through heat and practice to prepare Jing (essence) as a huandan (reverted elixir) that becomes a seed of potential, an internal prima materia that can be transmuted.

Bagua Force: Fourfold Battle Array

Battle as seen through heaven, strife and violence shaped into knowledge. Before she who contains the totality of battle no techniques can stay unhidden.

Or rather, it should be said that she is a foundry where any sort of potential of violence can be forged. A Jidan [Gold Elixir] of violence.

Even the concept of utilizing martial arts with one’s body flows from the knowledge and vision that the founder held.

A magecraft that, in all honesty, is fundamentally closer to martial arts. Rather than a martial arts that pursues perfection, one could say that it is a raw and primordial martial arts that simply traces back and refines battle to primordial violence.

The four eyes see four different shapes. The significance of the four weapons can be compared to the four elements in western thinking that dominates the base of occultism. Rather than dividing up the world into four elements however, it is war itself that is divided into four forms.

Flowing like a stream, four then becomes eighteen, connected to primordial violence and yet expressing it in different, specialized ways. All parts of a whole.

In another language, this would be called a Ryougi.

One divine violence, four eyes that see new paths, eighteen blades that spill blood.

While the Mo may technically be alchemists and smiths in their path, the truth is that they are demons of violence and war that contain all of violence within them. Before her eyes, no violence may go without answer.

Breathing and Walking: I feel like this doesn’t really need to be said, or really is all that important to say but just to be safe I guess??? She breaths really good and walks really good. But she’s probably like better at breathing.

Crest:

The Mo family as an eastern based tradition does not carry a magic crest... instead.

Sarira Inheritance: 2500 years (Although really it's not really as cumulative or straightforward as Crest inheritance so don't let the number spook you that much)

Fundamentally even as they migrated west, the Mo are a family that does not follow western traditions and techniques. Even if they have begun to take in western knowledge, the base of the family remains unchanged.

Upon death former heads and members of the family are cremated in a way to process their cultivated spirituality and abilities into a crystallization of spiritual and mental energies, along with karma. In a sense you could say it is the presentation of a soul and a human rendered into their worth and information.

Devouring that, one inherits the past and tempers the furnace as a new workshop and head.

A new link in the chain is forged.

Inventory/My Cool Stuff!

Mystic Codes:

My Favorite Cheongsam:

A China Dress that has various talismans and patterns weaved into it made out of special ingredients to grant the same level of protection as a intern delving into one of the dungeons of the Clocktower, and an anti-magic amulet. Cancels magic on the level of one step.

Really, it’s not to protect her… even if a normal magus might consider this a very substantial and useful amount of protection.

It’s made so she doesn’t have to keep repairing it or replacing it so often with the kinds of battles she gets into…

Shenni: Embryonic Skin

A mixture of Lead and Mercury that forms a Taiju in mud, Mud of the Earth and Mud of the Heaven. A seal that separates one from the world and preserves life. One could say it is a shell that raises and nurtures the nascent world within a human being and prevent the loss of breath.

An anti-environmental mystic code embedded and incorporated into the body of Lon, and also a building block that can be utilized with her in conjunction with her Dantian Forge. It is akin to the prized treasure of the Istari family that converts and transforms their tool into armor and weapons. The Shenni is however not the full arms of Lon, but rather an unnoticed carapace that fuses with and transforms with her own reshaping and forging to form her weapons.

Often she likes to let them be pre-forged and hang around instead of just completely burying herself in it. Well, the cover is more a conceptual sort of cover than completely physical anyway so it’s ok if she’s showing off her body!

Four Eyes of Strife:

The idea of the common nickname and slur of "Four-eyes" for glasses wearing nerds is utilized in the form of sunglasses, to sum it up.

Sunglasses tinted blood red that usually rest atop her forehead rather than being worn. At their base they are a variant of a normal support mystic code that helps with the processing of information and data so a magus does not get overwhelmed.

In this case they’re specialized for the means of perceiving and analyzing war. The third and fourth eyes of Lon, painted with the concept of the great ancestor of battle and weaponry. The lens are actually made out of a liquid crystal and copper mixture treated with alchemical means and anointed to invoke the god of war.

For a girl whose boy sometimes rushes forward before her mind, it’s a help to let them line up and sync up as one.

Truly a monster (Bear) in human form, perhaps even more than those who were once human and became bloodsuckers.

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

@Yankee

A retreat. Leaving District V

“Rider, you’ll give me an evaluation of all the information on the servant once we have escaped. I will commence rudimentary first aid and then we will disseminate the information before going forth again.”

So it’d be useless. The form and shape would at least be able to be fixed. His hand would not be lost, but nor would it be usable anytime soon, perhaps not even for the rest of the war. Then he will have to work not on healing his hand, but rather working on repairing the damage done to the puppet that was his shadow. Useless indeed, but he’d simply have to find ways to substitute for its functions. So he walked on, even as blood trailed down, disgusted not with the mangling, but rather what he had managed to achieved. Absolutely nothing.

“We will have to review how many scenes and acts are required before you defeat that servant. The question then becomes how we can buy that time without interference from the master. The worst case scenario may require a bait, a trap. But if a trap that could nullify or make light of her overwhelming… overwhelming for us humans, qualities, was something we could make use of or put into practice then it wouldn’t even become a matter of a battle between servants.”

Methods to win that did not use the trump cards of his servant, methods to win that…

No, perhaps it was a foe that they needed to invest in defeating. If not in using their noble phantasms…

“Surely she cannot be the sixth. There must be another master or two that would be weak enough to be unable to stand against her. I cannot deal with her, nor can any of my knowledge. But perhaps an alliance of sort may work. An easy way to get rid of an enemy, to have one servant defeat her, while the other fights her servant. What are your thoughts, Rider?...”

He paused suddenly, a surge going through his body. The constitution he wrestled with in his life flaring up again. “Hgh… It is better for us to linger a bit before we return to our base. There may be an attempt to follow or track us. I will take care of what may manage to elude your senses, although that might not be much. Meanwhile idle time is hardly something to celebrate. If we must wait for caution then you are free to do as you wish for now. Do you have anything you wish to get out of the way?”

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

@SSW @Yankee @Gracefully

Taking Our Leave. District V

“We’ll take our leave. This was was not a miscalculation but I was a bit naïve.” Critical, surgical. The east had warriors that exceeded in raw brute strength the arm of the Church. He couldn't tell how familiar she was with the methods and theory of western mages, or scholars in general. But perhaps she had no need for such knowledge, or care. The puppet that was his shadow whipped forth, launching him toward Rider. “For all we know she might also only be ranked the sixth, or fifth. What sort of monsters lie in this war if that were the case? If we stay any longer we may only end up exposing more of our hands rather than gain.”

Would they even require a servant at that point? Perhaps not in a certain fashion. But in turn the question becomes with their ability reaching greater and greater heights as to what they could wish with a grail.

To one who has talent, who can do anything they want, then a wish is something to reach beyond the place of a human.

They could all reach far, which only makes them want to reach for the stars that were in the sky. He’d just have to learn how to kick their legs out from below them. Yes, that was his spite. Could it be called a desire?... probably not.

What one craved, and what one desired were often confused, but as a writer of darker stories he knew that it was the twist of desire and goals into cravings that brought one low. All you had to do was bring out the darker wants that swallow up and drown out the needs.

If someone could not attain need or desire, then they would simply have to become a wrathful craver. Oh sun, oh star. Please do me a favor and break your brilliance upon my hatred. Won’t it be a much more fun story for you, and especially me then? You’re too boring as is.

Perhaps then with all that shattering and splitting light a beam could be spared for he who has no place in the spotlight.

“Disappointing, no doubt. The one who stands before you simply is an individual. You won’t find any grand organization or conspiracy. To make it easier, let us put it this way. I am your foe. Someday I will defeat you.” a lie, but lies were hardly costly against those who one would never speak with save to spar.

“Rider, you’ll give me an evaluation of all the information on the servant once we have escaped. I will commence rudimentary first aid and then we will disseminate the information before going forth again.”

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

It is not.

However dogs are always good in passing.

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

@SSW @Yankee @Gracefully

Overlooking a Flow. District V

Strange questions, yet it was not like he held a pride that let him take the moments that would allow their servants to continue to fight. Wry amusement was felt at her falsely modest claim that guns would be any sort of a problem to her at all. Adding magic to it all, she likely would match a dead apostle in the performance of the body alone.

“You ask a lot of strange questions. Stranger that you think someone else would know. Why is a Holy Grail here? Or rather the Holy Grail? Do you know what a Holy Grail is in the end? Although this one obviously has more power than even the norm if it’s brought something like… that.”

He motioned towards what even she should struggle to follow the way he struggled to follow her. The servants. “It is here because it is here, and we are here because of it. I know people of the Church, and I am a Christian but I am simply a magus. If I were you wouldn’t be outmatching me so easily.” Well, he supposed there were many that they had that weren’t fighters, even amongst the hunters and exorcists.

“If it is from that place called Japan, the same grail as that rumored ritual then didn’t one of the creators take it with them while their allies died out? If you want to do detective work it seems better to ask them, or their ghosts.Perhaps they gave the grail that was no longer of use to them to the second owner or host? Without a land a ritual is likely useless. If what had happened had gone so sour that running with it instead of using it was the best option, then they were hardly in a state to use it or claim it. A thief would do well to cash in and save themselves with that sum even at cost.”

It was not a big deal, simply an idle sort of talk that Camillio at times liked to talk about, perhaps simply to have something to talk about at times. It was not as if the two had too many hobbies in common. The church was more interested in such relics that shared the name as the savior’s cup than most magi as well.

“But if this is indeed the same Grail as that Fuyuki…”

The story of one of its creators, while not any grand magus family or any reputable name at all. Who were they even again?... Falling completely to ruin over their claim to glory was one that brought some relief to his heart.