Fate oath/alternative (Festival of Epics Reboot):
Day 0: The Beginning of the Holy Grail War The war to find one worthy of the Holy Grail. A war to find who is worthy enough to have the legendary, omnipotent wish granting device. The rules, this time, were different. The classes, usually seven in number, had shifted. Multiple classes and a number beyond seven Servants. This grail was different, and a single Servant had been summoned to keep the rules of the war in place. The Servant itself summoned by the pure Grail by the class of Ruler. The strongest of Servant classes known. Its only purpose is to maintain order and to help out Masters in need. Also, to offer refuge to those who request safety from the Church. This is Jeanne's only purpose here. Once the victor is decided, she is the one who delivers the Grail to the supposed victor. Now, with the war beginning, she only waits in solitude. The young warrior kneels at the altar, praying to the sky above for a war befitting of him.
The Grail had already chosen those worthy to fight. They would fight, and die for their prize. Or they would live to see another day. Or perhaps they flee from the fight, unworthy after all? This was the essence of the Holy Grail War. A battle for a single wish. It had begun.
Time of Day: Night — 11:36 PM
Jessica Harway — Harway Manor — Redrock Town The young magus had created the red magical circle in her basement with its overly intricate design of runic patterns and spider-web like cracks. The lettering on the outside of the ring was illegible, but Jessica paid no mind. Once finished, she stood up and stretched her arms into the air. "Now then, it's time." A deep breath. Jessica pulled her hand up and opened her palm. The magus closed her eyes to focus. She concentrated on the circle before her, on the Servant she would soon summon to aid her in the coming battle. "Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg." the words flew forth from her lips. The circle came to life with a vibrant, red glow. " The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate." red electricity arced from the surface and traced along the surface of the magic sigil. "Shut, fill!" Jessica repeated in rapid, up to five times. "Repeat every five times! Simply, shatter once filled!" the circle branches out, almost as if it was a tree taking root. "—I announce..." the electricity that once danced around the circle now becomes rampant. It flies through out the air, touching the walls and the ceiling. "Yourself is under me, my fate is in your sword!" the lightning stopped. "In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, THEN ANSWER!" the ground shook. "Here is my oath, I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead! I am the one who lays out all evil of the world of the dead! You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of BALANCE—- !" And it was done. The ritual completed in a burst of light.
Bridget Brunhild — Brunhild Residence — Archwood City "Ah.. Victor, don't drag me around like that!" the young girl was on her way to her room when her seeing-eye dog, Victor, dragged her off and toward the basement. It smelled something down in the deep darkness. Was it fresh? Old? The dog didn't know, it just caught wind of it was they passed by. "Victor!" she called out at the dog again. "RUFF!" it barked and then leaped forward. Bridget was pulled a little too violently and she fell forward. "A-ahh!" the young, frail girl collapsed onto the ground with her hands out. Her goal was to stop herself from falling face first into the ground but that plan utterly failed. Blood... The red fluid dripped from her palm and onto the ground. "Ahh..! Victor, you mutt.. you..." Bridget crawled forward, on all fours, and began reaching around for something to support herself. Although, there was something strange. A large, circular something right there in front of her. It had engravings and strange symbols all around it, but she couldn't see it. "Victor!" she called again before her bloody palm fell onto the symbol. "Ah, if you won't help me Victor, maybe someone else will!" And then... by complete accident, the circle began to glow.
edited 17th Jun '12 10:30:22 PM by RagnaTheSaviour
Archer, Harway Manor, Redrock Town The man in red took a breath. He felt the air chill his windpipe, felt his nostrils flare. The sensation of cold. It was awareness. So he was once again aware? Damn. That could only mean one thing. Either he'd be summoned to eliminate someone, or... He turned to face the presence behind him, the young girl... no, young Master named Jessica. He sighed. "Great. Another kid with no idea what they're wrapped up in."
edited 17th Jun '12 10:38:00 PM by KSPAM
To most, the figure that answered Bridget's summons would have been intimidating: tall, armoured... and completely inscrutable. From head to toe, he was enshrouded in a dull fog that hid form and identity, as well as echoed and distorted his voice. To Bridget, it was just his voice that was warped and even then... "Are you my Master?" the Servant questioned, kneeling down to be on a level with the girl once she sat up or in some other way pulled herself up. Already, it seemed that this wasn't a conventional summoning... no matter; so long as the contract was made he would fight to win his Master the grail.
SOME HIGH-CLASS HOTEL ROOM—ARCHWOOD CITY
Elsewhere in the city, a bespectacled female had just completed the ritual and was winding up the bandages once again. Hopefully... hopefully, she would gain a strong Servant. She had only heard of this through rumour but upon confirming its existence... she wanted the Grail. As much as could be achieved with such a powerful wish-granting device, Rachel had but one desire for it and failure was not an option, at all. She had to win. If she didn't... Well, that wasn't an option. So... hopefully, a strong Servant.
Rachel opened and closed her mouth a few times like some sort of fish. She... she had just summoned a little girl, of all things, and was now being asked if she was her mother? Despite the blatant falsehood, the magus replied in the affirmative; hoping that the girl had just confused 'Master' and 'Mother'. Still... she needed to dress this child in better clothing. Turning away from the little girl for a minute, the blood magus searched through her suitcase, ignoring the insistent pull on her weak circuits. Almost none of this stuff could realistically be worn by a little girl, even long enough to buy clothing, but... "Here, put this on... Caster?" the woman guessed, turning and handing Jack a t-shirt that had shrunk in the wash. there... that ought to work as a sort of dress until she could take the Servant shopping for more clothes, "If... if you need more prana than I can provide, tell me. I have... a better way of giving it to you." Even if it was a weak Servant... she'd still have to lose a lot of blood for her.
edited 18th Jun '12 1:40:19 AM by KSPAM
Mike, Jones Manor, Archwood City The "Honest Killer" whistled to himself as he prepared the summoning circle. Mike was using the blood of the latest "Liar" he had caught. A corrupt cop. Well, at least the bastard would have some use. Continuing his song, Mike finished the circle. "All right! Let's do this! Time to SAVE THE WORLD! Oh, and maybe screw with people along the way."
Norin Downgate sighed, his son Wes and the Servant he'd summoned sitting at the far end of the table. "Well, seeing as their doesn't appear to be much else we can do, I suppose I leave this family's chances for the Grail in your hands. You and that Servant of yours," he said, pinching his temple. "We'll be keeping an eye on you, making sure you don't do anything stupid. I'm not going to forfeit the Grail just because of something like this. Do I make myself clear?" Deeming Wes' silence acceptable, he rose from his chair. "Alright then. I leave you to it." "But-" Paul protested, but he was cut short. "Come along Paul, it's too dangerous here now. We should leave, lest we get caught in the crossfire." Before leaving through the private elevator, he turned back to glare at Wes. Unlike his brother's smoldering hatred, his stare was meaningless. Without emotional inflection. Just pure intimidation in a glance. Carrying both Paul and his father, the door closed. We sighed, turning awkwardly to Tamamo. "Sorry... about that."
edited 18th Jun '12 2:32:28 AM by KSPAM
edited 18th Jun '12 2:32:38 AM by Strigon
Smooth Criminal Mike didn't care that he was blown halfway across the room. His only thoughts: Hell YES! He stood up, looking for the Servant he had summoned.
edited 18th Jun '12 3:00:36 AM by KSPAM
edited 18th Jun '12 2:55:35 AM by Strigon
An ecstatic troll Mike saw the big hulking hunk of steel and grinned. Then he laughed. "Oh, man. Man, you sound like some man-whore! And that lance! You compensating for something, bro?" He laughed for a bit more. "Yeah. I'm your Master. Call me Mike."
edited 18th Jun '12 4:29:46 AM by Strigon
edited 18th Jun '12 5:27:51 PM by KSPAM