Post by Vitsheep on Jun 21, 2018 23:18:22 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. With the funds you got from those guys supervising, you rented out a small apartment near the local college. Nothing fancy, but a few wards and whatnot and everything is together. You even had enough left over to hire some muscle. A pair of tough guys from a local bar. Maybe not the smartest, but pretty tough. And loyal enough. So long as you have money. You order them to wait outside for this moment...
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.
Kneeling before you is a short woman, pale-skinned, with small muscles. She jerks her head up and stares at you with golden eyes... with vertical slit pupils. She's wearing a small white blouse and a short, golden, kimono decorated with flowers that barely reaches down to her upper thighs, tied by a huge purple obi. She wears obsidian jewelry in the form of a belt of large beads and a pair of small earrings. Her legs are bare, but end in red, clawed feet; red hands poke out of her sleeves. Her skin is dotted with red markings on her lower legs and upper arms, a collar-like mark on her neck, and a crown-like pattern on her knee-length, golden hair. ALSO THE TWO RED HORNS STICKING OUT OF HER FOREHEAD. As she rises to her feet, you see she's short. Even with her horns, she's barely your height.
She plops a fist on her hip and glares at you. "Human... No, Master. Hrmph. Berserker, Ibaraki-Douji. Who are you that thinks himself worthy of an oni's power?"
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. With the funds you got from those guys supervising, you rented out a small apartment near the local college. Nothing fancy, but a few wards and whatnot and everything is together. You even had enough left over to hire some muscle. A pair of tough guys from a local bar. Maybe not the smartest, but pretty tough. And loyal enough. So long as you have money. You order them to wait outside for this moment...
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.
Kneeling before you is a short woman, pale-skinned, with small muscles. She jerks her head up and stares at you with golden eyes... with vertical slit pupils. She's wearing a small white blouse and a short, golden, kimono decorated with flowers that barely reaches down to her upper thighs, tied by a huge purple obi. She wears obsidian jewelry in the form of a belt of large beads and a pair of small earrings. Her legs are bare, but end in red, clawed feet; red hands poke out of her sleeves. Her skin is dotted with red markings on her lower legs and upper arms, a collar-like mark on her neck, and a crown-like pattern on her knee-length, golden hair. ALSO THE TWO RED HORNS STICKING OUT OF HER FOREHEAD. As she rises to her feet, you see she's short. Even with her horns, she's barely your height.
She plops a fist on her hip and glares at you. "Human... No, Master. Hrmph. Berserker, Ibaraki-Douji. Who are you that thinks himself worthy of an oni's power?"
