“Decisions decisions. I think I will choose the Celtic rune.”
“Are you sure? You cannot choose a different catalyst once you have begun the summoning ritual.”
“Yeah, I'm sure.” You nod your head.
“Very well, we will collect the rest of the artifacts and return them to the organization. Best of luck to you in the holy grail war; the summoning circle is just behind us. Your mentor will stand guard at the entrance to ensure that you have a...successful summoning.”
The hooded figures collect the artifacts and leave the room, leaving only the Celtic rune on a wooden table. You wait until you hear the door gently clicks before you sigh and got to work. Numerous amounts of mana crystals fell from your hand as you sprinkle them across the floor, the crystals pulsed. The symbol on the floor pulses as well, in time with the crystals. A scarlet red star, gently increasing the power and mana saturated in the air. With confidence, you place the celtic rune in the middle of the floor, and began your incantations.
A base of silver and steel
A foundation of stone and the archduke of contracts
A wall to block the falling wind
The gates of all four directions close
From the crown, come forth and follow the forked road to the kingdom
I hereby propose: Thou shalt come under my command
And my fate shall be thy sword
Abiding by the summons of the holy grail,
If thou dost accede to this will and reason, answer me!
I hereby swear, I will be all that is good in the eternal world,
I will be the disposer of evil in the eternal world
Hear my call!
Smoke. Mana. God damn dusty cellars. Did the summoning work? There’s a being of immense mana here. My hand itches.
“Are you my Master?”
A figure appears in the outline of the smoke, you squint through the dust and glimpse bright, blood red eyes. A woman, clad in black armour with a pure blood red spear with flowing red hair.
How do you respond?
>My name is Arthur Quinn, I have summoned you, lancer, which heroic spirit are you?
>Yes, I am your master. Are you my servant?
>My name is Arthur Quinn. I have summoned you. What is your name, so I might know who fights by my side, o Lancer?
Rephrased for additional politeness and confidence. She'll respect us more if we're both confident and respectful towards her.
>My name is Arthur Quinn, I have summoned you, lancer, which heroic spirit are you?
Lancer smirks, “You gave me your name, I guess it is only fair if you knew mine. I am Scathach, queen of the land of shadows. My spear is yours, master.” She flourishes her spear with one hand, spinning it with ease as if it were a third limb. She steps up close to you and examines you rather closely...with those blood red eyes of hers.
Character creation time! How do you want Arthur Quinn to look? If no one has any ideas then I was going to make him look like the male protagonist of fate go (Essentially a Rin gender-bend) but if anyone has any ideas or opinions then tell me! I'm just writing up Sca's stats / skills / NBs on a paste bin of which I will post momentarily, and also a list of potential servants you could have gotten as well.
That fedora tip is our character's noble phantasm. No one can stop it. Seriously, though, I'm reasonably sure this I how mages talk to their servants when they first summon them. The ritual was flowery enough at least.
Afro but less ridiculous.
How about this minus the mask?
How about this guy? He looks like an Arthur to me.
List of potential servants that you could have summoned although they could have been different. I was almost certain you were going to get bad rolls and get nobodies. Nearly finished with Scat's paste bin
Wait, would we have gotten Waver as well?
i agree but with blue eyes.
Arthur Quinn looks like a proto saber male but in a suit.
We didn't summon a saber clone. We ARE the saber clone.
No, the Zhuge Liang in fate / go was not a complete summoning, so the heroic spirit + the vessel (in this case waver) was combined into one, although he still looked like waiver. You have have gotten normal zhuge liang, but I'd probably used the artwork of his 1st/2nd ascension
Thank you kind sir!
I kinda expected something closer to Rin. Well Rin does have the teacher part down so maybe once you earn some points with Scathach the nasty side of her personality will come out.
I assumed a somewhat calmer Rin. She's been around long enough to not go full "b-baka", but she's also probably not super used to being treated like anything other than a teacher or an enemy. Should be interesting to see how she develops.
Then I'm not familiar with Irish myths. In that case, she's probably going to be the experienced, nurturing type in bed.
Which is entirely fine by me, because gentle domination is my fetish
Guess the general consensus is this one. I'm fine I guess, if people complain about it we can retcon the look later I guess ~
Heres the paste bin for Scat's stats!
>We're probably going to get fucked by our much more experienced, nurturing teacher
>mfw she likes gently teasing us
You stand uncomfortably as Scathach stares you down, you feel as if she could see right through you: your strengths, weaknesses, skills: All laid bare by this woman. After a rather long uncomfortable silence you decide to:
>Stare confidently at Scathach
>Look away from those piercing red eyes
>”Hey, it's rude to stare you know...”
Thanks for the stats.
Them Runes tho. A rank strength and C rank luck AND 8d5 NP AND no retreat. Can be use to kill off an weaken opponent or making sure we finish our prey.
I guess I could make a twitter, I live in england so it would be the best thing to do since ill probably be running at weird times. I'll run for a little while longer (Planning to do a time skip where every master has finished summoning etcetc, and also gives me the chance to go cook some food)
So anyone else get the feeling we constantly have this expression?
>You stand uncomfortably as Scathach stares you down
>she could see right through you: your strengths, weaknesses, skills: All laid bare by this woman.
She has special eyes
You stare back at Scathach with unwavering confidence, “Hey, it's rude to stare at someone for so long you know...is there something on my face?”
Lancer withdraws, a seemly content look on her face. “My apologies, master. I was just sizing you up to see what kind of master you are.” She smiles gently, “I'd like to think myself as a good judge of characters. Doesn't matter how strong I am if my master is a coward; you shall suffice.” She suddenly disappears, red misty mana swirling in the place where she was.
“Arthur!” There were knocks on the door. “I guess you've finished summoning your servant eh? Judging by the immense mana it seems to be a strong one.” Your mentor opens the door, and beckons you outside. “Come, boy. We need to get you to a safe place, your place of operations if you will.”
You start to argue, “But the war isn't for two months-”
“You think the other masters will stand idle once they've realized you have a servant? Don't be foolish. Come. I think the organisation got you an apartment by the city….”
Your master's voice trails off as he begins walking towards the stairs and you sigh as you follow him. You hear Lancer's voice in your ear as you start walking…
“Hold on, master. I have still not heard why you seek the holy grail. Would you tell me your reason?”
What do you say?
Get True Magic.
Eh. I really don't give a fuck about the families.
What I want is TRUE MAGIC. THEM IS THE HOT SHIT.
Resurrection. Time travel. Alternative universes. Infinite Energy. And whatever the fuck is the fourth.
"My father lost the use of his arms in a previous Grail War; his arms and...and most of his magic circuits. They're beyond what mortal magic can restore. I'm going to use the Grail to restore them.
Spending a WHOLE FUCKING WISH on his father magic circuits isn't really worth it. What his father want is for his son to reach AKASHA AND GET TRUE MAGIC.
please think what a father want? get his magic back or get his son true magic and succeed on all mages dreams and become a legit wizard like that old bastard that defeated type moon.
>“Hold on, master. I have still not heard why you seek the holy grail. Would you tell me your reason?”
"I seek the Grail to gain a true Magic. I want to leave my mark on Magus history. I want to be one of the famous Magus we're told about at the Clock Tower."
“Oho~. Interesting. Do you wish to become the legends you hear about when you were a little boy? Hmm. A good wish, as good as any.” Lancer materializes momentarily in front of you, her long red hair swishing as she turns towards you. “So master, care to tell me what skills you possess? Do you prefer supporting from the back or fighting on the front lines? What sort of master are you?”
You start slowly walking towards your mentor while you make a face,
What are you trained in?
>Long range offensive magic
>Long range support magic
>Close combat orientated
Piss off, Your vote lost.
>wanting to be shirou 2.0
>Wanting to be a shonen "people die when they are killed" bozo
>Wanting to make a huge clusterfuck in melee so one mage ganks both of us with one spell.
>"I seek the Grail to gain a true Magic. I want to leave my mark on Magus history. I want to be one of the famous Magus we're told about at the Clock Tower."
We want to make a name for ourselves, presumably because we were always looked down upon by our more purebred peers, whose circuits were of higher quality.
They were the ones who fought stronger and harder. We had to fight smarter.
No chance of having a sniper-esque character with some close combat ability?
Obviously both would be weaker than the pure long range or close range options but is that not a possibility?
Then you REALLY don't want to be a close range character when we have Lancer. Best combo would be using her to pin enemies then we light them up with a magic nuke.
Close combat is the definition of harder not smarter anon.
Seems like melee is kinda winning, I'll leave the vote out for a few minutes. I was thinking that if you guys choose close combat I'd make some paths for you, e.g. fist fighting or sort of a black key type deal (although obviously not black keys, some other bladed weapons I guess). Bare in mind that most of the combat will be handled by your servant and you still have the Foreign Mage perk, although some situations may force you into close combat
That what YOU wanted, not what the THREAD wanted.
What we want is to get that ballying true magic.
Remember we are a purebred peer...assuming we got a magic crest right?
>close combat oriented
being a long magic user is kinda boring honestly.
We are a saber clone. fighting up close is what we do.
A pic to commemorate the victor of the lance wars
Will draw proper boobies in a bit if they're relevant to the next QM post
:P :P :P :P :P :P
“I was trained in close combat primarily, but I can also use other types of magic if needs be. I am a fully fledged mage in my own right.”
Lancer gently swats you on the head with the other end of the spear, “Calm down, Master. I was merely trying to find out what type of mage you were in order to supplement my combat abilities. I'm sure we can discuss them later however.” Lancer nods towards the entrance, realizing that my mentor was quite far away. You rush to catch up with him, “Oi, the apartment better be nice”.
+5 hp (Close combat training)
Roll 2d2 to infuse your weapons or fist with mana to strike out, inflicting moderate damage (for a human).
Arthur Quinn: 15hp
Should I time skip towards the beginning of the holy grail war?
If not, I'll probably write a brief interlude of moving into your new apartment etc etc
The apartment the organisation gave you to live in is quite luxurious. It's quite massive and it also overlooks the whole of Fuyuki city with a massive view of the city. There seems to be a couple of flats on each floor, there are five floors with you living on the 3rd floor. You settled in with no time, as you had little belongings except some of your magic books, crystals and other random essentials for a mage. As you finish unpacking the rest of your stuff, you realize your mentor left you a suit case with a note on top of it.
“Dear Arthur, from here on out you are going to be alone. Try not to draw attention to yourself. Use these well.”
In the box there are…
>Combat Gloves reinforced with magic
>Combat and throwing knives
After placing all your belongings, Lancer materializes in the living room and plops herself onto the couch. “This is quite a nice place, nice view.” She gestures towards the massive window, “Although I can sense protection magic around the area you still have to be careful walking in front of this. Probably get taken out by Archer or Caster if you're not careful. I dunno what kind of idiot decided a massive see through thin wall was a good idea for protection.”
You shrug, “It's a window; Lancer. Anyway I'm going to make some food, I'm pretty hungry.”
Lancer turns towards you and pouts, “I hope that offer includes me?”.
...You raise an eyebrow, “I thought servants didn't have to eat?”
“Yes, but they may still enjoy it. What sort of a host greets his guests with words and wind?”
You grumble as you walk into the kitchen, and you are delighted to find that the fridge is fully stocked!
Roll me 1d20 for foodcookingstuff
Saber has great stats and solid attacks (Usually)
Archer has ranged super attacks and can act independantly
Lancer is focused on Speed
Rider has the most noble phantasms/powers
Berserker is forced into an unthinking brute whose stats are all increased at the cost of some of his noble phantasms.
Caster can usually use magic and set up a HQ that is a nightmare to assault.
Assassin has stealth and is focused on killing masters more than fighting other servants.
17, 18 , 11 ! Great Success!
You quickly grab ingredients from the fridge, seems like the organization wasted no expense and soon you are chopping ingredients and searing fish in the pan.
“Oi master, what’s this?”
You turn your head around to see Lancer holding your mentor's present, she seems amused by what looks to be a stick. Lancer flourishes the stick between her fingers and grins.
“I hope when you said you were training in close combat you weren't talking about...this little thing?”
“It's a spear, Lancer. Infuse it with a little bit of your mana”. She does so, and the little silver stick briefly pulses then expands, forming a thin but strong metal spear. You notice that her mana glows red, just like her eyes and hair.
Lancer walks back into the living room and decides to perform some thrusts to test the balance of the spear, you shrug as you follow her, trying to catch her movements with the spear. Although only just practising her forms, your trained eyes cannot seem to follow the movement of her spear, Lancer's incredible fast and strong thrusts seem to actually control the air itself. She infuses the spear with mana again and it retracts into its original form: kinda like a silver baton. Lancer nods, “This is a decent weapon Master, although not as good as mine, it will suffice.” She places the weapon gently back into the suit case, “Master, I hope you're not burning your fish.”
After a very satisfying dinner, Lancer sat me down in the living room and explained her statistics, abilities and noble phantasms.
“I've got very high magical resistance, as high as Saber class, so taking out mages and casters is quite easy, especially when they underestimate me. I have two noble phantasms, however both of them is used for one-on-one situations, they're not that useful against multiple people. Hmm.” Lancer tilts her head as she contemplates...”I guess my weaknesses would be against heroic spirits who are stronger then me in a one-on-one, or against a particularly strong noble phantasm.” Lancer suddenly stands, “However Master, I will request that you fight me with all you have...tomorrow. I want to see how you fight against a servant, and how well you use that spear.” She smirks as she fades away.
“What is this organisation? How have we not heard of them before? To think a mage has called s servant this early...and not even a true mage of the three great families!”
A man looking like in his early thirties or perhaps late twenties spits on the floor, face with a look of revulsion.
“Calm yourself...Zouken.” A woman in red retorts. “Although I do not fear this...so called foreign mage; there is the issue of this organisation. It is impossible for us to not hear about any so called organisation that exists without us knowing. They may be far more dangerous than they appear: and for them to summon their servant so early...”
The man named Zouken looked at the woman across the room in distaste, “You are aware that the Matou family will not share the chalice, yes? Once this whelp is destroyed, you and I are enemies once more.
The woman in red looked bemused, “Why, was there any question?”
Made magical realm version of warrior waifu in like 10 mins
original without colors for anon
Both works, as long as it doesn't intrude on important things.
I just don't want to end up nailed to a wall with saber's sword because we chose to do something frivolous instead of a critical action.
A man in blue looked troubled. A woman in black, with long red hair and piercing red eyes held her spear to the warrior. The woman spoke softly: “You've grown. You have passed the tests...perhaps I wanted you to succeed, perhaps I wanted to me killed by your hands.”
“I give up. Better die before that happens”
You open your eyes. You're back in your apartment. What was that dream? It was...really vivid. Was that Lancer? ...Looked like her. You shake your hand and yawn. 7:02am. You stumble groggily into the shower and turn it on. You step out of the shower and dry yourself on, and put on your familiar suit and walk into the living room. Lancer's voice rings clearly past your ears:
“Master, I'm in the training room.”
You forget that your new apartment had a training room, really. It was massive, and quite an upgrade from your last lodgings, you also seem to not see anyone enter and leave the building, and see no one except the clerk at the desk.
You walk into the training room and you are immediately greeted by Lancer with some sort of wooden staff and she immediately throws a staff to you. You manage to catch it but nearly manage to fumble it, you sigh a little.
“Oh, right. Hold on.”
You take off your socks and place them neatly beside the entrance, along with your suit coat and tie.
Lancer looks amused. “Ok~ Let's see what you can actually do...Master!”
And initiate combat.
Combat is usually settled by first three rolls of combat. Usually, before two servants fight I'll have you roll for initiative and whoever wins the roll gets to attack first. Agility can also affect initiate but more on that later.
When servants or masters are reduced to -1hp, they are considered dead unless they have battle continuation or another skill/spell. When you are reduced to 0hp you are unconscious. Servants/masters that are reduced to below -1hp but survived will have to find some way of healing yourself (or just treat your wounds) in order to survive. Servants or masters that have -1hp after a day has ended will perish to their wounds but it's quite easy to heal yourself.
You have three command seals. For now I will allow you to burn one command seal in order to fully heal your servant. Otherwise, at some points during the quest you may be given an option to “burn” a command seal in order to do something. You may do this as you wish. However bare in mind that losing all your command seals means that you cannot command your servant any more, although in Arthur's case, Scath probably won't abandon you unless you're an evil son of a bitch.
Now, roll me 1d20. First three rolls.
(p.s. sorry for the poor grammar in the last paragraph, I need some coffee)
Thank god I have a lot of smug red men saved.
8 , 1, 5 Failure!
You balance the staff in your hands and instinctively react to Lancer's thrust...but she's not there? You feel the Lancer's staff aimed at your throat. She tutts. “Master, never look at your opponent's weapon. It can mislead you, and things like that can get you killed. Again.”
Every-time its the same. You attempt to deflect Lancer's staff but she always gets past your guard like its nothing. And again, you feel the small tap of her staff against another vital spot.
“Master, you would have died 16 times already. I thought you had combat training?...This won't do. Looks like I'll have to get you in shape!” She clenched her fist and looked upwards...you could swear you could have seen a gleam in her eyes…
“Alright, come at me Master, perhaps your offence will be stronger then your defencer...”
Lancer stands there, motionless and without a stance…
This is your chance!
Roll me 1d20, also choose an option
>Feint then stab with staff
>Throw the staff like a spear
god damn auto correct. Getting coffee and doing stuff, be around 30 mins - 1 hour. If thread is ded when I come back then I'll end it, probably host again tomorrow or something. Made a twitter too.
>WOOOOOOW THINGS ARE GOING BAD FOR MY SELF INSERT WOW WTF QM?????
>Combat is usually settled by first three rolls of combat. Usually, before two servants fight I'll have you roll for initiative and whoever wins the roll gets to attack first. Agility can also affect initiate but more on that later.
TWO SERVANTS. Are we a servant?
I didn't meant for this first role to be initiative, initiative roles usually is meant for two servants and who actually manages to makes the first actual blow / attack. Should have made that clear, but as this is a training session (aka fluff for character building etc) I thought it wouldn't really matter. In the future I will make initiative rolls clearer
13, 14, 8 Sucess!
You calmly step towards Lancer and thrust towards the left, however you keep your other hand on the mid section of the staff and force your weight towards the right, Lancer is surprised at your feint but manages to pull her staff back to block your thrust, a faint sound echoes throughout the room. You continue on your offence, weaving your strikes left and right, you're starting to sweat. Lancer on the other hand seems to not have broken a sweat, and a small smile is beginning to form on her lips as she parries and blocks your blows. Suddenly she darts out and smacks the end of the staff causing you to suddenly lose your grip, not anticipating the strike. She darts forward through your guard and presses the tip of her staff to your throat. Wordlessly, you both let your weapons down and rest.
“You're actually not bad Master. Although your defence is kinda...lacking, your offence is actually pretty good. Not good enough to defeat a servant, but enough to hold your own. Maybe if you're clever you can take out the enemy Master.” Now, anyway Master...about your technique: you want to look at the opponent's hands; not the weapon….makes it easy for you to get feinted…….you want to work on your stance ……...”
Huh. You never realized you had so many problems with your combat forms; even though close combat is an unusual art for mages, there were always some that practised them. You nod as you listen to Lancer...this is going to take a while isn't it, the holy grail isn't going to start for a couple of months. You sigh as you walk into the living room and stare at Fuyuki City.
True magic...is in your grasp.
Alright! I'm going to end the quest here for now, I'll run again tomorrow. I'll stay for a while if you have any questions to ask me.
Hmm, maybe we should try to find/figure out how Scathy puts on that suit of hers.
I think I'm going to make our magic crest be our actual unique perk (Drains enemy servant stat to increase our own) for now, and I guess the foreign mage doesn't really come from a distinguished bloodline so I'd imagine they haven't been a magic family for long, I'd say around 5 generations?
Funny you just said that, I'm rolling to decide what the other servants are and I'm generally surprised by what I roll
Howabout some QM tips. Try formating your posts, it makes it easier on the eyes for your audience and gives a sense of length. Pictures are also nice, since this is Fate there should be plenty, I know you used them on some of your posts, but it's usually best to try and put one on each. Double check your posts, make sure that they sound good out-loud and finally Learn to archive I'm not doing it for you again baka desu senpai.
Thanks for running, have a good one boss
Thanks for the advice anon! I keep on forgetting to add pictures, and I'll try making my text easier on the eye to read. I'm usually writing it most off it on the go and 4chan's character limit is annoying but I'll try my best!