Post by Vitsheep on Jun 21, 2018 23:18:11 GMT -5
(For those of you who haven't played this type of game before, stick to reading your own thread and not the others. Non-players can do whatever.)
As you trace the last few lines of the summoning circle, you can't help but think of last few days. How you got to this point. A mysterious offer to join in the first ever American Holy Grail war, supervised by some top-secret government organization. They only set out a few rules. Standard precautions to stop civilians from discovering magic. Only fight at night. Servants can wander around the city in material form, but only so long as they're disguised as normal people. Lastly, while technically a Master whose Servant has been slain is still a participant in the war, they're to be given an opportunity to drop out. Nothing so hard, compared to the upcoming battle to the death. In return for participating, you'll get a guarantee of a cushy role in the soon-to-be-announced American Mage Society if you participate. But, more importantly, a chance to win the grail and have your deepest wish fulfilled...
As soon as you arrived in the city you started looking for a decent hideout. You were lucky enough to find a small bed and breakfast on the outskirts of town. Lovely. And with a few warding spells and other modifications, safe. You spent most of the rest of your time looking into spells you aren't too familiar with. You manage to create a temporary conduit similar to a magical circuit. You should be able to power it... once. It might blow out after, but it still might make all the difference.
It's time to begin.
Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. 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.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
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 the evil of the world of the dead.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer!
The sigil begins to shine, then erupts in a blinding flash of light, unleashing a shockwave of magical energy which knocks you back. When your vision clears, the sigil is gone.
A man is kneeling before you. Tan-skinned with short, black hair. Golden-brown eyes. He stands up, looking you up and down. His skin-tight and sleeveless black outfit shows off his muscles. Golden bands wrap around his arms and partially around his stomach. A golden collar around his neck is decorated with an ankh. Large golden bands wrap around his waist with pointed hip plates. A loincloth of gold and blue reaches down to his ankles. Below the waist, his black outfit billows out with poofy, slit pant legs.
"Greetings, Master. I am Ozymandias, Rider class, king of kings, greatest of pharohs! You shall have the honor of basking in my glory."
As you trace the last few lines of the summoning circle, you can't help but think of last few days. How you got to this point. A mysterious offer to join in the first ever American Holy Grail war, supervised by some top-secret government organization. They only set out a few rules. Standard precautions to stop civilians from discovering magic. Only fight at night. Servants can wander around the city in material form, but only so long as they're disguised as normal people. Lastly, while technically a Master whose Servant has been slain is still a participant in the war, they're to be given an opportunity to drop out. Nothing so hard, compared to the upcoming battle to the death. In return for participating, you'll get a guarantee of a cushy role in the soon-to-be-announced American Mage Society if you participate. But, more importantly, a chance to win the grail and have your deepest wish fulfilled...
As soon as you arrived in the city you started looking for a decent hideout. You were lucky enough to find a small bed and breakfast on the outskirts of town. Lovely. And with a few warding spells and other modifications, safe. You spent most of the rest of your time looking into spells you aren't too familiar with. You manage to create a temporary conduit similar to a magical circuit. You should be able to power it... once. It might blow out after, but it still might make all the difference.
It's time to begin.
Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. 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.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
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 the evil of the world of the dead.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer!
The sigil begins to shine, then erupts in a blinding flash of light, unleashing a shockwave of magical energy which knocks you back. When your vision clears, the sigil is gone.
A man is kneeling before you. Tan-skinned with short, black hair. Golden-brown eyes. He stands up, looking you up and down. His skin-tight and sleeveless black outfit shows off his muscles. Golden bands wrap around his arms and partially around his stomach. A golden collar around his neck is decorated with an ankh. Large golden bands wrap around his waist with pointed hip plates. A loincloth of gold and blue reaches down to his ankles. Below the waist, his black outfit billows out with poofy, slit pant legs.
"Greetings, Master. I am Ozymandias, Rider class, king of kings, greatest of pharohs! You shall have the honor of basking in my glory."
