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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Mar Mar 26, 2013 4:03 pm
Como dije depende del master, al menos a Keldaphon su tirada menor a 20/100 le vino de maravilla y hasta ahora ha sido su máximo feat de suerte.xD
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Narrador Mar Mar 26, 2013 7:50 pm
Que dia mas horrible en el trabajo me siento como slut... usado y ni las gracias me dieron.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Mar Mar 26, 2013 8:36 pm
Narrador escribió:Que dia mas horrible en el trabajo me siento como slut... usado y ni las gracias me dieron.
lol just lol
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Lelilel Miér Mar 27, 2013 11:03 am
Levia es malvado, destruyo una familia y luego hizo llorar a la niña D:
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Miér Mar 27, 2013 11:42 pm
De hecho fue gentil (supongo que se debe al personaje de Elend), pues otros sencillamente hubiesen exterminado a la familia o habrían torturado a los sobrevivientes para su disfrute personal; en cambio Levia les dejo vivir y piensa liberarles tras borrar su memoria.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Miér Mar 27, 2013 11:51 pm
Ahora habrá que ver que clase de veneno se encuentra Imperius...
PD: A los que mate de la familia lo hice de manera instantánea, no es que me puse a hacerlos sufrir por dar problemas.
PD: A los que mate de la familia lo hice de manera instantánea, no es que me puse a hacerlos sufrir por dar problemas.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Jue Mar 28, 2013 12:49 am
Se encuentra a la Tarrasque con su suerte.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Jue Mar 28, 2013 12:58 am
De no ser porque tu objetivo es salvar a aquel hombre... bueno, una Tarrasque estúpida podría resultarte realmente útil.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Jue Mar 28, 2013 1:12 am
Liberarla, y después volar lo más lejos y rápido del lugar. Sin mirar atrás.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Jue Mar 28, 2013 1:14 am
Podrías usar una ilusión para engañarla; y hacer que dicha ilusión lleve a la Tarrasque directo hacia tus enemigos; ahora, como podrían volver a encerrarla es otro asunto.xD
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Franz Jue Mar 28, 2013 9:48 am
el punto es que no veo mucho que hacer con mi shiki, aparte de volver >.<
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Jue Mar 28, 2013 1:34 pm
No importa, termina de rolear tu vuelta de una vez...de hecho, al menos deberías agradecer que no estás en el limbo como los demás.xD
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Jue Mar 28, 2013 11:52 pm
Los malditos quieren matarme con mi debilidad...
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Narrador Vie Mar 29, 2013 12:05 am
No solo tire 2 dados de 100 esa pagina abri del libro y salio eso 
teoriamente tuviste suerte... ahora si fuera tu no me meteria a pelear con eso ni de chiste.
teoriamente tuviste suerte... ahora si fuera tu no me meteria a pelear con eso ni de chiste.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Vie Mar 29, 2013 12:12 am
Narrador escribió:No solo tire 2 dados de 100 esa pagina abri del libro y salio eso
No necesitas ni decírmelo. Eso es algo que se cae de maduro, desde el momento que vi que podía usar frió, hace que simplemente ignore una lucha contra él.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Vie Mar 29, 2013 12:23 am
Creo que esta vez es la primera vez que no me gusta un veinte...
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Vie Mar 29, 2013 12:35 am
Imperius debe de ser el polo opuesto de Keldaphon.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Vie Mar 29, 2013 12:37 am
El que me dijo que la tercera es la vencida me mintió.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Franz Vie Mar 29, 2013 9:57 pm
Apocrypha Cap 1 Pte3 (posteenlo en MC no puedo entrar desde mi laptop)
- Spoiler:
- Shishigou Kairi immediately boarded a flight from London to Romania. Luckily, as soon as he was contacted for the job, he considered the possibility of it being another 'hunt'; all of his combat equipment were fully prepared, so he did not lose any time returning to his home.
During the flight, Shishigou perused the document on the Holy Grail War that Belfaban handed to him - regarding the seven basic Classes that Servants are assigned to, and their characteristics; the Command Spells whose authority the Servants obey, able to enforce even an order to commit suicide; the only surviving account of the circumstances of the Third Holy Grail War -
Just as he finished reading all of this, the plane landed in Romania. There are strict travel regulations to Romania for magi at the moment, to prevent Command Spells from manifesting on a weak third-rate magus, however unlikely that may be.
When he left the plane, he felt a numb sort of pain coming from his hand. When he checked it, there was a pattern carved on the back of his hand, like a tattoo. The Holy Grail had recognized Shishigou as a Master and allowed the Command Spells to manifest.
Although he had been expecting this in a way, Shishigou still felt some relief. If the Command Spells had refused to appear no matter how long he waited, there would have been no choice but to wretchedly drag himself home.
Shishigou did not immediately head from Bucharest, the capital of Romania, to Trifas, judging that the summoning of the Servant should come first. Trifas is the territory of the Yggdmillennia. Attempting to infiltrate it alone, without a Servant, will be nothing but suicide.
Fortunately, Bucharest possessed nearly six hundred years of history, and many spiritually powerful leylines existed in the city. Shishigou had a look around as soon as he arrived in the afternoon, and fixed the candidates which would be compatible with him. The best choice would be one of the corners of a cemetery managed by the Stavropoleos Church - but of course, to a necromancer like Shishigou, a placed stuffed with corpses would naturally be most fitting.
"Though I doubt a Servant would enjoy waking up next to a gravestone..."
Once the sun had set and the curtains of night descended upon the city, Shishigou got to work straight away. To start with, he laid out a bounded field around the graveyard to turn people away; the ritual for the field was not very complex, as it only needed to hold until the summoning was complete.
Next, using a chalk distilled from the dusted bones and blood of magi, he drew a magic ward: a ring of purification carved around a ring of four purging circles, surrounding a ward of summoning. In the center, he placed a crystal ball. It was an all-or-nothing ritual, but Shishigou nodded in satisfaction at the quality of his work.
The only things left now are the the catalyst to be offered and the incantation for the spell. At first glance, this may appear all too simple for a ritual meant to evoke a Heroic Spirit. However, as the Master is nothing more than the string which ties the Grail and the Servant together, this will not prove to be a problem.
As he finished the preparations for the ward quicker than he had expected, Shishigou had some free time until the prana in his body was at its peak.
Unconsciously - probably because of boredom - he lit a cigarette. It was a Taiwanese product, but terribly rare. It was practically a miracle that he managed to get this one box from another magus. And yet, it tasted awful. However, it was this clash of rare status and foul taste that could make him clearly feel the transiency of the world.
Breathing in the smoke deliberately -almost mournfully, regretfully - Shishigou found himself a moment to reflect. The Holy Grail War is the smallest and yet the biggest war in the world... with only one winner. The situation is quite different this time around, but in any case, what stood in his way were utter monsters - Heroic Spirits against which no thaumaturgy would work.
Vaguely, his mind turned to his own wish for the Holy Grail. What he wishes for is not really so excessive. To Shishigou Kairi, it is not even that urgent of a matter. In fact, he has lived his life so far believing that his hopes had already expired. Leaving the Clock Tower, choosing to become a bounty hunter and a freelancer, it was all because of this. And yet, the hope that he was sure he had thrown aside so long ago is right before his eyes, within his hand's grasp.
"...Can I really reach it, though?"
He does not know - not with this Great Holy Grail War. He might be heading to his death. Actually, that chance was extremely high. But...
- This is stupid. If I'd wanted to back out, I wouldn't have accepted this in the first place.
He knows this. He knows that there is no longer any place to run, for the bridge he crossed was burned by his own hands. Even if he turns back, there is no longer any place for him to return to. Shishigou is fine with that.
He stood before the magic ward.
It will soon be two o'clock. Even in Japan, it would be the dead of night. No other time could be more appropriately suited to Shishigou Kairi as he presides over death.
"Let's get this started."
Traces of tension tainted his voice - a good sign that he was maintaining a favorable mental condition, he analyzed himself. At last, he confirmed once more the color he would belong to. Apparently, the camps of the Servants for both sides have been decided; Black for the Yggdmillennia clan's Servants, Red for the Clock Tower's Servants.
"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let red be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
He began the incantation, and at the same time, he felt dull sense of discomfort, as though the hands of another were playing with his organs. The activation of his Magic Circuits converts the mana in the atmosphere, and his Thaumaturgical Crest awakens to support this.
His entire body is being turned into something human, yet inhuman. A piece of equipment bearing the miracles of the world, a component of a machine, or perhaps a gear - that is what he has become. Aware of this, Shishigou steps down on the pedal even harder, further accelerating the prana circulating within his body.
The summoning circle glows red; but now is not the time for Shishigou to be paying attention to what will finally be the realization of a miracle.
"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling."
***
Transylvania, Romania
Trifas - a small city north of Sighisoara, the birthplace of
Kaziklu Bey
The Impaling Prince
. Its walls, built to defend against the invasion of the Turks during the Middle Ages, is still perfectly preserved, surrounding the citadel and one part of the city.
Many of the city's buildings were built during the Middle Ages and have undergone repeated repairs and reconstructions, making them no less valuable than those in Sighisoara. Its population of 20,000 is based mostly around the work of agriculture and textiles.
And of course, there is what you could call the symbol of the city, a gigantic castle which sat atop a small hill, towering above the streets: the Fortress of Millennia. This castle has never changed hands since the Middle Ages onwards and up to present day. The invasion of the Ottoman Turks, the outbreak of the Black Death, and the explosions of modern war - much hardship has befallen on Trifas, but the fortress and the clan which owns it still stand strong.
The name of the clan is Yggdmillennia. They were magi who in the past came to Romania from Northern Europe. And now, the castle thrived more than ever before.
It is not only the clan of Yggdmillennia within its walls. There are menials with fine features - no one knew where they came from - working various chores and patrolling the castle grounds with halberds in hand, something unthinkable in this day and age. Walking along the stone floor, one would find status with glowing eyes...
A sight that would shock any whose eyes laid upon it... but no simple resident of Trifas would be so reckless as to step within this strange castle. When the lights in the citadel are lit, they are forbidden from even stepping outside their homes.
That is why three months ago, when the lights which had been extinguished for so long became bright again, the people exchanged glances and gloom clouded their faces. The rulers of the castle, those bloodstained tyrants, had returned.
Praying for the safety of their home, the people of Trifas continued their daily lives...
Two hours past midnight, and the city of Trifas is already deep in slumber, with the Fortress of Millennia looking down upon it as though in contempt. There is a man standing beside a window in the castle, looking outwards. The eyes of the man, watching over the utter stillness of the streets below, burned with silent resolve.
The man is Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, the elder of the Yggdmillennia clan. During the Third Holy Grail War, he participated as a magus on the side of the Nazis, and was the one who instructed that the Greater Grail be transported to Germany.
But that was more than sixty years ago, and yet there is not a single wrinkle on the man's face. Based on appearance alone, he would be in his late twenties. It would seem that time has stopped for him since the Third Holy Grail War.
"Yes, everything has been for the sake of this very day."
Truly, there were a thousand emotions surging in those words. He has been preparing for over sixty years, after all - ever since the Third Holy Grail War, he has been putting everything in order, discreetly in order to avoid drawing any suspicion.
His only misstep was allowing the information regarding the Fuyuki Holy Grail War to spread; due to this, the holy relics which could act as catalysts disappeared left and right. The most venerable King of Heroes, the King of Knights with the greatest of holy swords, and the King of Conquerors who had controlled half the world - in time, all of their catalysts were scattered and became lost. Of course, the holy relics which the clan has gathered over the previous decades, under his orders, are enough to summon excellent Heroic Spirits. Certainly no less than the relics that the Association has independently gathered as well.
With the four simultaneous summons of tonight, they will have six Servants. Including the Assassin which was summoned in Tokyo due to certain circumstances, they have now assembled all seven.
This means that, in a few more hours, the Yggdmillennia will light the beacon of rebellion against the Association of Magi.
Everything has been proceeding as smoothly as he expected, save one. That the Clock Tower would attempt extermination after his clan declared secession was all within his predictions. That fifty magi would infiltrate Trifas, wait in the woods outside the city, and plan to end it all in one night was also within his predictions. That the Servant he summoned, Lancer, would take barely thirty seconds to annihilate fifty experienced hunters was beyond his predictions - simply wonderful.
The only loose thread that he did not expect was that the one surviving magus would activate the reserve system. But in a way, he had been prepared for that. He understood that the Association would most certainly hinder him once he commanded seven Servants. Seven versus seven - at least they were numerically balanced.
Of course, the opponent is the Association of Magi; doubtless they will summon high-ranking Heroic Spirits. However, no Heroic Spirit could possess greater fame in Romania than his Lancer. Ever since Lancer was summoned two months ago, he has been making full use of one of his innate skills to transform Trifas and the surrounding areas into a land he ruled over as Lord.
As long as he is within this territory, Lancer receives boosts in the ranks of all his parameters, and his Noble Phantasm becomes usable. The only difficulty has been the Servant's somewhat obstinate nature; however, Darnic is hopeful that, with their goals being the same, this will not prove to be a problem.
They have also grasped who the enemy will send. Aside from the overseer from the Church, all six are magi who specialized their arts towards warfare. However, they all suffer the fatal handicap of having to provide prana for their Servants. Having devised a way to resolve said handicap, the Yggdmillennia's victory is unshakable.
At the sound of creaking wheels, Darnic turned around.
"...It's nearly time, Grandfather."
Said the girl in the wheelchair in a soft and clear voice as she smiled. Darnic smiled back, as though infected by the girl's sweetness.
"Are you well, Fiore?"
"I'm all right. My little brother seems a bit restless, though."
Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia - the only magus within the Yggdmillennia clan with true talent, and Darnic's successor; in other words, she has been recognized as the future elder of the Yggdmillennia.
Generally, there are two kinds of 'geniuses' in the world. Either one is so gifted as to be able to master a vast range of studies, or one is in possession of a terrifyingly deep wealth of talent in a single field.
Fiore is the latter. Although she is weak at most types of thaumaturgy, in the fields of spiritual evocation and human engineering, her skills rival or even surpass the first-class instructors of the Clock Tower. In particular, the
Bronze-Link Manipulators
Coupled Reinforcement Mystic Codes
she produced, with her own original alterations, boast the power to allow even a third-class magus to bring down a first-class one.
Over the many generations of thickening blood in the Yddgmillennia clan, it is mostly likely that no magus has appeared with greater aptitude than her.
"Who could have expected that the Command Spells would appear on both of you at the same time? If we were under the original system of the Holy Grail War, this would have led to a tragedy."
"...Yes. I guess it would."
To magi, it is common sense for even teacher and pupil, or older and younger siblings, to go for each other's throats when met with a conflict of interests. However, that would not have been the case for Fiore and her brother, as there is simply too great a difference in power between them. It would only have ended unilaterally with Fiore murdering him as he cowered in fear. Truly, it would have been a tragedy.
"I heard that the Association of Magi has sent their last magus."
"Your ears are sharp."
Darnic gave a wry smile. It was about an hour ago that they received a report from people they have hidden in the Clock Tower.
"So it's finally starting, then..."
"Yes, with this day, the Servants of Black and Red shall begin this Great Holy Grail War. And we of
Yggdmillennia
The Tree of a Thousand Realms
shall take in our hands all the mysteries and miracles of the world."
The sorrow on Fiore's face is not simply due to a dislike of conflict. Like the average magus, she studied at the Clock Tower. Her friends are still enrolled there even now, and she was not particularly dissatisfied by the place. Of course, she will not be facing against her friends directly... but it still leaves a bad taste in her mouth.
Naturally, fear also played a part. In the thaumaturgical world, the Clock Tower is an absolute symbol. Founded at the very beginning of the Common Era, this organization has gathered every kind of mystery, every kind of thaumaturgy.
It is the most cutting-edge thaumaturgical body in the world - things exist there which Fiore's mind cannot begin to imagine.
However, defying Darnic - the elder of the clan - would be out of the question. He is a monster who has maintained the fleshly vigor of a man in his thirties despite having lived for over a hundred years, and the possessor of the Thaumaturgical Crest of the clan itself. As soon as she defied him, she would find herself thrown out of the entire clan's network immediately; even were she to escape to the Association, as a blood relative of traitors, what waited there would be a life of nothing but misfortune.
Nevertheless, Fiore would have objected if their chance of victory had been non-existent. But what she then saw was a giant, bluish-white altar... and the throes of a great magic ward stockpiling pure prana.
"This is for your eyes only. Do not speak of it to the others."
Saying this, Darnic had invited her to see what was at the bottom of the Greater Grail, something that had always been hidden. It might not have been fully operational, but the sheer overwhelming amount of prana, the divinity of it, made her feel as though her soul had been pulled from her body.
"...With this wish-granter, your deepest desire can be granted with ease."
She could not resist Darnic's whispered words. For she possessed a dream as well, a wish that could never be granted no matter how much she refined her craft.
Opposing her friends is simply her sentimentality, not something which can obstruct her in the path towards her objective. She has already committed herself to a full confrontation with the Association.
"Now, accompany me to meet our Lord. Let us go to the summoning of the knights who would protect us."
"Yes, Grandfather."
By the time they reached the throne room, where the ritual would take place, four other Masters have already gathered. There are also homunculi taking care of various menial tasks and silently bringing in the required thaumaturgical tools.
The magic ward itself has already been drawn. It uses a mixture of gold and silver, kept in a liquid state by a temperature-retaining technique. This complex and delicate ward was devised to summon multiple Servants at once.
All noise came to an abrupt stop. Darnic chose this moment to move to a spot next to the throne and declare with outspread arms.
"Place the catalysts you have each gathered upon the altar."
The Masters nodded.
The first - Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia, a portly man. With a single look at his expression, one can tell that he is a pompous man. His craft is alchemy. His catalyst is kept in a case, perhaps due to its value, or not wanting the other Masters to see it.
The second - Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia, the girl in the wheelchair. Her craft is spiritual evocation and human engineering. Her catalyst is an ancient arrow, its tip blackened by something - perhaps blood.
The third - Selenik Icecol Yggdramillennia. Her craft is the dark arts. Despite her clean-cut appearance, her entire body reeked of blood; likely it is due to her kissing the innards taken from the bellies of beasts and humans to be used as sacrifices. Her catalyst is a glass bottle. There are still stains of some kind of liquid remaining inside.
The fourth - Caules Forvedge Yggdmillennia, the younger brother of Fiore. His craft is summoning. With the freckles on his childish face, one would not think that he is eighteen years old. Diffidently, he muttered the spell for summoning Heroic Spirits over and over again. His catalyst is an old piece of paper. On it is drawn a human figure, with the words 'the perfect human' scribbled in the lower right corner.
And the fifth, who has already completed his summoning - Roche Flyn Yggdramillennia, the Master of Caster. He is likely the youngest among those present; the thirteen-year-old was watching the scene with interest from slightly further away.
"Rare of you to leave your workshop, Roche."
Roche shrugged when Darnic called out to him.
"Well, this is a Heroic Spirit summoning. You would be lucky just to see it once in your whole life. Even I'd leave my workshop if I can see it a second time."
He sounded adult, though he overdid himself. Then again, he is quite famous as a magus in the field of doll engineering, putting aside their appearance and design; his puppets, created with only the pursuit of function in mind, lacked somewhat in their artistry.
Caster had been summoned by Roche two months ago, at nearly the same time as Lancer, and they have spent the entire time manufacturing the golems they would need for the Great War in their workshop within the castle.
"Where is Caster?"
"Oh, the master will be coming soon. He's a bit busy with the design of his Noble Phantasm."
"Then I must give my apologies later. But let us gaze upon this mysterious ceremony once more."
"All right."
Roche shrugged. The boy called his own Servant his 'master' out of respect; to him, the legends that Caster gave rise to are worthy of worship. He has every trust in Caster, and feels genuine happiness at helping him in the workshop.
Caster materialized next to Roche before long, appearing in his blue mantle and full-body suit and wearing an eyeless, mouthless, featureless mask. Roche called out to his teacher in joy, and Caster wordlessly nodded.
Confirming the positions of the four summoners, Darnic lowered his head in reverence towards the empty throne.
"My Lord, we will now begin the summoning."
...Very well.
Particles of light gathered on the throne, massing together and creating a human form. The man whom Darnic called Lord was dressed in royal fashion, black as a shadow in the night. By contrast, his face was shudderingly pale, and his silk-like white hair stretched long.
The instant he appeared, the air in the throne room became tense. When the man stands, one feels overwhelming pressure; wherever he looks, there is ceaseless trembling. But make no mistake, it is not because the man who sat on the throne acted barbarously or violently. It is simply that, once exposed to his icy gaze, you would recognize yourself as a hopelessly weak and powerless existence.
He is the strongest trump card prepared by the elder of Yggdmillennia, the Lancer of Black - Vlad III.
The greatest hero of Transylvania, known fearsomely as the 'Impaling Prince' to the Turks, had also spread another name across the world.
The Little Dragon... or, the vampire Count Dracula.
Of course, the one before them is not a vampire at all. He was a man of devotion, and a hero who ascended to the throne, no matter how small the nation may be. Especially here in Romania, where his deeds of turning back the numerous invasions of the Ottoman Empire, the Turks who have trampled over every other country, made him a great hero.
Yes, as long as he is in Romania, he has possibly the greatest fame of all - a match for Heracles in Greece, or King Arthur in Britain.
After a glance at Darnic, Lancer's majestic voice echoed through the chamber.
"Now, call the Heroic Spirits who would serve under me!"
"As you wish."
With a respectful bow, Darnic then announced to the four Masters.
"Let us begin, proud magi of Yggdmillennia. With the completion of this ritual, we take our unretractable first step onto the path of war. Do you possess the resolve?"
The four Masters kept silent, revealing their conviction.
The air in the throne room changed again. The senses of the four Masters sharpened, so that even the pressure of the Impaling Prince watching them from behind was pushed aside for the time being.
It is true that the summoning of a Servant is simpler than the complications of a normal greater ritual. However, it is a clear truth that the ultimate mystery of summoning a Heroic Spirit is something that can take one's life if performed incorrectly.
One cannot charge forward recklessly, but inching forward and confirming the safety of every step is also the act of a fool. What is needed now is cold-heartedness and boldness - being able to point the barrel at your own head and pull the trigger swiftly.
"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
They had not rehearsed this beforehand, of course, but they all spoke the incantation in harmony without a single word out of place.
With the first verse complete, the glow of the magic ward swelled. The raging prana trampled and assaulted them. But even Caules, the lowliest of the four, stood firm and continued the incantation without hesitation.
"Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."
The incantation - the prana that now races within their Magic Circuits - is calling for Heroic Spirits from their Throne. It appeals to the greatest of beings whose existence is carved in myths and legends.
"An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."
Three of the Masters paused at this precise moment. Only Caules, watching for this opening, continued with another verse.
"Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
For you would be one caged in madness.
I shall wield your chains."
The additional incantation for Mad Enhancement - with this, it is certain that the Servant he summons will be afflicted by madness to some degree. A weaker Servant will acquire the tenacious physical capabilities of a Berserker.
And now, the last verse.
Despite the torment of their rampaging circuits and the fear that they would run out of control, the four could feel some regret if only for an instant; that was the degree of exaltation they felt during this ritual. However, they continued regardless - to tightly grasp in their hands the greatest mystery of all.
Uncommon monsters flowing with light, brimming with miracles, and surpassing thaumaturgy - in other words, Heroic Spirits, were attempting to enter their world.
"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"
At the same time as these words were spoken, the raging storm made the homunculi cower in panic, and Roche covered his face with his hands. Lancer, Darnic and Caster let it wash over them like a cool breeze.
And so, they manifested.
There is a blinding light coming from the complex and elaborately drawn magic ward. It only took a moment for miracles to take form. They were heroes, taking the phantasms of men as their own flesh, humans who reached inhuman heights.
The storm became a whisper, and the blinding light dimmed and faded. There are four figures standing within the circle.
One is a petite girl in a white dress. In her hand, a giant mace. With empty eyes, she slowly looked at her surroundings.
One is a androgynous-looking boy, fancily dressed. Out of the four, only he is looking at the Masters with a wide smile on his face.
One is a man with a bow in his hand. Wrapped around by a grass-colored cloak, he knelt on one knee and faced the ground.
And the last is another man whose entire body was encased in radiant armor. A greatsword is on his back. His silver-grey hair waved gently in the wind.
"Ahh..."
There was a sound of wonder from someone in the room. Even Darnic's eyes were stolen by their majestic appearance. As thus, the Servants spoke the words of the beginning as one - the words which would uncover the muzzles to this fierce Great Holy Grail War of seven versus seven.
"In accordance to the summons, we present ourselves - the Servants of Black. Our fates shall be with Yggdmillennia, and our swords shall be as your swords."
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(To be continued.)
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Yes, I know Roche referring to Caster as 'master' ('sensei' in the original) can be confusing, but it's the most easy-to-understand term I can think of that still fits... well, that or 'Rabbi' as I discussed with mewarmo.
PS: Chapter 1 should be done in two more updates.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Vie Mar 29, 2013 11:20 pm
Y termina de responder en Fuyuki.
Karna vs Gil is sexy
Sería awesome ver esa pelea de forma más fluida. D:
Karna vs Gil is sexy
Sería awesome ver esa pelea de forma más fluida. D:
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Leviathan Vie Mar 29, 2013 11:24 pm
Nate, por Mcanime Cronos te voy a mandar una historia, es nada más el prologo de la misma. Necesitaría que me dijeras que piensas de ella (son unas 21 paginas) si puedes.
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Re: situacion del equipo
por Adriadne Vie Mar 29, 2013 11:29 pm
Ok, tratare de leerla esta noche y si no puedo lo haré mañana en la tarde (dado que mi hermano usa la PC en la mañana).
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