Monthly Create-A-Servant Contest

**Vance** · October 17th, 2022, 09:01 PM

Wow, did not know that was a rule. Alright then, I'll be retracting one of the previous sheets and having this one substitute.

**pinetree** · October 17th, 2022, 09:03 PM

Hm. I don't think that should be allowed...

**Vance** · October 17th, 2022, 09:04 PM

Originally Posted by pinetree

Hm. I don't think that should be allowed...

It's not? I'm sorry, I should really read up on the rules.

**RoydGolden** · October 17th, 2022, 09:04 PM

Yeah asterism said before with Nails' Gunner that if you retract a sheet you can't post a new one in its place.

**pinetree** · October 17th, 2022, 09:06 PM

Like the two entries rule has been here since the first contest and is right on the OP. It's also constantly talked about.
Being able to just go back and choose a sheet to keep and add a new one after you've had the chance to get feedback and see whether or not the sheet is popular isn't fair in a contest. You should delete the third sheet, and I'm 99% sure that's what Asterism will ask you to do if he sees this.

**Vance** · October 17th, 2022, 09:06 PM

Originally Posted by RoydGolden

Yeah asterism said before with Nails' Gunner that if you retract a sheet you can't post a new one in its place.

I see. Well alright then. I'll take out the sheet and post it in the CAS-3 [Create a Servant] thread.

Edit: It's done.

**NittyGritty** · October 17th, 2022, 10:28 PM

personally i think vance should be allowed to cheat

**Spelror** · October 18th, 2022, 12:07 PM

Originally Posted by WhiteFrenzy

Jesus Christ, that's like 20+ Servants already! You guys are CRAZY ~~and I love y'all for this I'm having so much fun reading them~~. Since I wasn't able to go through them all in a single sitting, I'll leave comments [S](I'M

Toriyama Sekien

Imagine one day I decide to turn Bo Yi into the villain.

The day is today.

It's going to happen while I find a way to break a singularity into three pieces and rush out a pair of faceclaims.

On another thought, I'm going to make Sekien the bad person because the plot was more in her favour.

Damn, I'm undecisive as hell.

**Justiciar Hux** · October 18th, 2022, 12:57 PM

The bird yet never flitting, always sitting, still is sitting
on the crimson lunar bust that stands above my chamber doors;
and his eyes have all the seeming of bloodsuckers ever dreaming,
and the lamplight of his soul is strewn across the parlour floor;
and ideas in blood that speak of shadows write upon that floor
Haemonomic—Class: Caster
Alternative Classes: -
True Name: Edgar Allan Poe
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Attribute: Man(?)
Height: 173cm
Weight: 57kg
Source: Historical fact
Region: America

Appearance

Parameters
STR: D
END: B
AGL: C
MANA: A
LCK: C
NP: A

Overture - Chaotic Order Ⅰ

Class Skills

Overture - Chaotic Order ⅡOverture - Chaotic Order Ⅱ

Merriment and joy were cut short. The spring breeze began to bluster and chill. A gale blew through the town, and before the church, dark figures appeared from a ripple in space. The townspeople who witnessed their arrival hurried away, yet never once averted their eyes. Panicked shouts and distant screams broke through the tension of the air, as people gathered torches and whatever arms they had at hand.

The first was a small human, no larger than a child of perhaps ten winters. His hands were covered in flawless red silk, adorned by thick golden rings on each finger. Beneath a black cloak, a keen witness may have seen the dim glitter of golden stitching on an oversized shirt, nearing a robe on the young man. None saw his face, for it was covered in a mask, one half embracing the light of Kadmon, the other engulfed in the frigid dark of Gehenna, but eyes the shade of lavender in full bloom pierced through the mask. The boy's smile was inescapable, like the maw of a sea beast, grinning as a boat sailed into its mouth.
The second was an overplump woman, an aristocrat of keenly apparent taste and wealth. Her dress was fit to her sizely form, trailing in six lines behind her if she were to walk about. An amulet adorned her chest, pure sea-pearls set in topaz and chained by platinum. Nothing but the most expensive and decadent skincare products, with real pearl gleam, adorned her face, the extravagance of her appearance matched only by her wit. A businesswoman's bloodthirst filled her eyes as she appraised the crowd of peasants, as if screaming to whoever dared witness her to strike a bargain.
Third, a younger lady, half-moon glasses balanced precariously on her nose. Her brown hair was tied in two buns, and a strange plate was in her arms, papers affixed by a metal latch. A curious quill was in her other hand, yet as she wrote and marked off matters attended and unattended, the ink never needed refreshing. She was dressed in a suit, perhaps similar to what more affluent parishioners may have worn, with a handkerchief in her breastpocket. Not one person caught her in the eye. Whether by chance, or some queer power, whenever she looked up from her papers for a brief moment, her glasses became like walls of light.
An absurdly tall wolf-man was perhaps the most terrifying of the group. His fur, bushy and yet tamed, was white-and-grey, and even when merely considering his head-mane, was longer than the small boy was tall. His eyes were those of a predator, untamed and wild, even as he wore an almost ostentatiously fabulous attire, gold of the finest carat highlighting his form and muscle with flawless style. This beast of a man simultaneously embodied civilization, and the brutal strength of the wild.

And finally, the ringmaster. His attire was pure white, and in his hand was a wooden cane. A shard of amber was set in the end, below which the villain grasped his staff. As he opened his immense cape, his snow-white suitjacket, with golden chains and buttons, was revealed, and yet, it was the cape which surprised and terrified the townspeople, for its interior appeared to be the night sky. The keen among them saw that it was the sky indeed, the sky over the town at night, shifting as the man moved to match the skies above him. One of his crimson eyes was behind a simple monocle, and screamed of a divine right to rule. The man doffed his top hat, and bowed deeply to the villagers.

"KNICKEDIKNACK! The Timeless Count thanks you for your services!" He announced, straightening with a toothy, inhuman smile upon his face. "Without your aid, the Heart would never be complete, decrees Graf von Zeitlos."
"However."

As if acting on a cue with practiced precision, the aristocratic woman fished a jewel from her purse, and smashed it upon the ground. Instantly, the town was surrounded by translucent walls made from pure magical energy. Several villagers, who had attempted to flee with children, were sent flying back into the town's limits. The screams gave way to new panic, as the villagers repeated the man's name as if the Devil himself had crawled up from the dirt to seize their souls.

"The Heart of Purity cannot be left to common devices, groans Graf von Zeitlos. Walder, fetch the Heart."
The wolf-man made for the church doors. The priest in charge of it attempted to hold the beast back, but with a flick of just one claw, he was sent flying, clutching his intestines in his hands. God may have graced the fountain of the town with His glorious purity, but that too left an unmistakeable scent for a hound as trained as he. In short order he returned, the symbol of love and hope in his claws. In that short time, many villagers attempted to assail the remaining foes, and yet not one had so much as scratched off a flake of skin; all who tried were transfigured into plantfolk by the aristocrat, who gave a dark chuckle with each soul she condemned.

"Before the end, Graf von Zeitlos will tell you this!" The white-suited man began. "To those who listen from beyond, the Count says this: your struggling is useless. The path to salvation shall never be found." He began to laugh, slowly wheezing out a near-sobbing final cry as he rose into the air. The woman with glasses and the wolf-man paid no heed to this, but the overweight aristocrat and the child's grins only grew. "To you, subjects-to-be of the Count..." He now addressed the townsfolk.

"KNICKEDIKNACK! Niemals das Licht mehr können scheinen! Die Leere jetzt reißt Ihrer Welt auseinander! Reiß dann ein Loch ins Gewebe der Realitätsgestalt!"

As he commanded, a black heart erupted from his chest, beating with fell energy. At once, the walls began to emanate spots of light. Not merely the walls that the aristocrat had erected around the town, but also the walls of the town, the ground itself, and even the people. Streams of darkness poured forth from the heart, a sphere of darkness growing from the heart as terror and despair set itself in the very world around them. It truly was as if a hole had been ripped in God's design. But their terror lasted but a short time, and the last thing any of them heard was a child's voice, saying "adieu", as the world became silent and still. The people, the land, and even the air froze in place, preserving the village's final moments in time. The villains had vanished in that same moment, leaving not a physical trace of their presence. Merely memories and magic.

Personal Skills

Overture - Chaotic Order ⅢOverture - Chaotic Order Ⅲ

The town was indeed frozen. From afar, two individuals, one of ether, the other of blood, watched as the town was frozen in time. 'Overseers' some would call them. Emissaries from the Holy Church, who exist to right these wrongs and purge the heresy of stealing God's love. But they would disagree. Neither one of them felt that kind of affection for humans. They were beings who could not feel such emotions.

"That makes three. Only five more Hearts until Pleroma Fall. It's absurd that they can simply wield that much power so freely, even this late into the game, wouldn't you say?" The living man, dressed in a priest's vestments, asked his comrade
"Perhaps. Even in a region like this, it begs the question of just who the Count is. I doubt a human could be born with that scale of magical energy in this era. Even in the Age of Gods, the amount of people born like that could be counted on one hand." The ether-born individual responded. He looked up to his friend, with a brow raised. "Well, inquisitor, perhaps we should investigate for ourselves."

"I couldn't agree more." With that, the man leapt from the cliff, seemingly without regard for his own well-being. His companion shook his own head, before following him at a slightly reduced pace. If only one of them was wounded, it would be no issue, but it would be troublesome if both of them needed to rejuvenate.

Perhaps frozen was a poor description. It was not so much that the town was frozen, so much as it was that it stopped. It was like space itself within the town had been paused. The air stunk of what was, and what would be. Time itself was disjointed, like a video reel that had been stopped mid-animation. The past and the future were both present, and yet nothing was happening.
"This isn't magecraft, old friend. This is something far greater. A power beyond even the mighty of the Superiors. I suspect that even the old spider hag would tuck her abdomen away and run for the hills if she saw this."

It clicked. The alleged priest looked to the church, a smile forming on his face. "Perhaps she would. But consider," he reached a hand out, and black lines formed in the air, tracing faultlines in the space-time fracture, "this isn't an end result. This environment, this condition of being frozen, it's merely a stopgap. It's erasing the future, rather than storing it." The priest began to laugh, throwing his head back as his braid slid down, its pointed purple tip hanging mere inches from the ground. His ethereal partner raised a brow at his behaviour, though it was hardly anything new to their dynamic.
"Oh my prosperous lance, think of it! A total rejection of human history, a canal to the Swirl! The idiot is trying to completely rewrite reality in his image!"
The smaller man finally got the joke. He joined his friend in laughter. "He can't be serious! That pathway has to have closed more than a thousand years ago! Just who does he think he is? Even a Demiurge-grade Divine Spirit would be destroyed by merely attempting the first step, let alone any other Elemental or Spirit!"

His words jostled the priest out of his laughter, a frown forming swiftly on his thin features. "A Planetary Spirit, perhaps?"
"Like the Princess and her Rival? No, we'd know well in advance, and the situation would never rise to the level of diverging from Human History, because the Princess would simply eliminate them anyway."
"Then what on Earth could possibly be attempting to follow that pathway?"
"I'm afraid," the shorter man patted his friend's shoulders, "we simply don't have enough information."

He started off, moving to leave the town. "Come now, we would do well to return to our workshop. We can plan a course of action before Chaldea's arrival better out of there."
"So you believe they will come?"
"They have no choice. Their human history won't survive if this world exists. Our destiny is already fixed either way, so as the losers in the great game of survival, we should help the victors, shouldn't we, Tarantella?"
"Perhaps you're right, as usual, Edgar."

As they left the town limits, the priest made one last comment.
"But would it kill you to call me Master from time to time?"

The young Servant, Edgar Allan Poe, merely laughed.

Noble PhantasmsNoble Phantasms

Haemonomic Nevermore

Caution, croaks the Raven, for Death is in the Skies

Type: Anti-Undead
Rank: B+
Range: 30
Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Idea Fragment Restoration #16. The Principle that Edgar Allan Poe carries in his blood, the proof of a vampire. The original user was the Dead Apostle Gransurg Blackmore, the Lord Black-Wing. Through various circumstances and events, the Idea Blood become part of Edgar Allan Poe. Over a thousand years of disuse, degradation, and replication as a Heroic Spirit have caused it to lose some power. As compensation, it has become more customizable.
The creation of a Reality Marble, an inner world that speaks of death. Recreating the scene from the night on which Lord Blackmore died, the church of his final battle on the edge of insanity, Poe brings his foes in. He warns his visitors to pay attention, for the birds that wheel in his skies are unyielding to only one group of people; the dead.
A Noble Phantasm that eliminates anything dead, without exception. The birds that descend from the skies rip away at the flesh, allowing no time for even the most powerful bloodsuckers to restore their bodies, until eventually their soul is the sole thing remaining, and is left naked before the lord of this land.
As the territory itself is customizable, it is possible to fuse the birds, to focus targets, and to modify the environment in a limited-degree approximation of Marble Phantasm within the confines of the Reality Marble.
However, it cannot be sustained for more than a few minutes. This is not Poe's limits as a Servant, but rather the limits of a degraded

Idea Blood

Haemonomic Principle

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Tarantella Annabella

To You, this Principle Pours in Blood

Type: Anti-Unit (Master)
Rank: C
Range: 10
Maximum Number of Targets: 1

A Noble Phantasm that reflects Poe's status as one of the most renowned authors born from American history. It is the ability to extol, to give praise to "a single individual" and raise their existential status. It can't achieve something absurd like the creation of a Demon, but if the idea is merely to make "one mage" able to equal "one Servant", then sufficient praise can accomplish that task.

It is a Noble Phantasm that could be considered constantly-active. The more Poe praises the qualities of his Master during his summoning, the greater the effects of this Noble Phantasm. However, if Poe's Master is someone who "does not deserve exaltation", then it will simply never come into effect.

The praise cannot be forced or coerced. It must be genuine, as it is his feelings, his essence as an author which incarnates in this Noble Phantasm.
When Edgard Allan Poe once again disappears on a dark night, then the effects will vanish with him.

As an aside, the Noble Phantasm's name changes depending on his Master, but always makes reference to at least one or two of his works.

「There's no such thing as being too self-referential as long as you're good at it.」

Heroic Spirit Tale - Edgar Allan PoeHeroic Spirit Tale - Edgar Allan Poe

It began long ago. Once, there was a human. His name is lost to humanity, not recorded in the pages of history, not even in the world of magecraft. Even still, this man was a magus. He studied, sanctified, and began to assume the knowledge of avians. He was an eccentric magus, and garnered the attention of even the great and mighty. The mage was beaten down, yet by miraculous chance, survived. To the mighty one, he pledged eternal loyalty.

No longer did he merely study birdkind, he now became one with them. The deathly bird who served the lord of the world was born, and his kin likewise took his prompting. However, one day, the mighty lord whom the black-winged bird-master served perished. In grief and madness, the loyal servant went on a rampage. Everyone in his path, he destroyed. Even a clan of demons, who bathed in human blood, were wiped clean. Eventually, the chosen ones of God brought him to his knees. The devilbird, on his deathbed, was killed.
It was not the executors of God's will who killed him, however. One of his own kin took his life, out of pity and grief for his maker's suffering.

This lesser bird, merely a hatchling compared to the mighty blackwing, could scarcely contain the devilbird's power. He flew to the World's Navel and roosted in the dark. Centuries passed, and the cave became lively. The hatchling, now fully grown, was disturbed by the movements of humans, who tore apart the earth to bear deeper into the crevice in the Earth's surface made by a near-dead dragon. He flew again, the principles and ideas within him now stable. He flew, flew, and flew yet more, for years on end, until he found himself in the warm seas. He met a snake, who had shed its skin a dozen times over, and the bird made friends with the snake. They were both ancient, aimless creatures, who did not belong as they were among humans.

"And yet," said the snake, "we need to be among the rabble, don't we?"
"Perhaps not among them, not as predators." replied the bird. He thought for a moment, words gathering in his mouth. "To be among them would be to discard ourselves as predators. To hatch again as a chicken and a gartersnake."
The snake laughed. The bird laughed.

The bird left, soaring over the forests and mountains. It became dangerous over time, as the humans became ever smarter, their eyes turning from the ground and field to the skies and stars. They did not appreciate the bird's presence. No, rather, they could not appreciate the bird. From the beginning, they never could.

Time passed, and the bird found the snake once more, though now it danced as if it were a spider.
"I tire of my wings." the bird told the snake.
"Truly? Is that even possible, old friend?" The snake was incredulous, believing it impossible.
"Yes," said the bird in turn, "I believe it is. These old wings need to rest. Perhaps it is time to walk among prey, to shed the wings of a raptor, and court the world as a chicken."
The snake shook its head. "After all this time, I still truly do not understand you."
At this, the bird smiled. "I seek to return to the Egg, and yet you of all people don't understand. How like you, ███████."

The bird soared away soon after. Never again would the bird meet the snake. The bird could feel it in his chest, they were destined to be forever apart.
He soared far, far away, and roosted across the seas. He prepared his final ritual as a magus, a ritual that would return him to the origin and bring him forth anew, memories of his past locked away, and his body capable of growth and age.
For a brief moment, the World's Egg was shown to him, but that memory too was shackled.

Birth. Birth. Birthbirthbirthbirthbirthbirthbirthbirthlifelifeli febirthlifebirthbirthlife.
He was born anew. He hatched into the world again, unaware of his life as the bird.

His new life was filled with tragedy. His father abandoned them, and his mother died. He was sent across the sea, came back, and built a life for himself as prey. Yet, even as prey, he became renowned, his words and papers being celebrated as masterpieces. History recorded this life almost as if the author was scribed into reality itself.

However, that life would one day collapse. Too soon for such a mind. The church, who the bird once aided in killing the blackwing, tracked the bird's new self down. The author was on his way home, when he was beset on the road. When the churchmen pierced his flesh with their holy rituals, his original life flashed back to himself. The bird descended into the author, and madness took him. He killed the churchmen, but not before one of them cast a spell on him. His body began to deteriorate as he devoured the man, body and mind being no different. The principles in his soul overflowed, as if he was merely a hundred years old.

Four days later, the author, Edgar Allan Poe, died. In his final moments, he cried the name of the clergyman who lay a dying curse on the bird, and cried his thanks to him. 1300 years late, he would finally meet his lord again.

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**Spammin Spiff** · October 18th, 2022, 04:25 PM

About halfway through my sheet (it's taking this long mostly due to a lack of time), and I'm becoming less and less sure of myself. Well, I'm in too deep with this sheet now. I'll just hope it turns out good in the end.

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After looking through your Poe sheet Hux, I honestly really find it to be a really well designed, and I'm glad you made reference to some of his lesser known works. My only gripe is though, EAP's unique personality is having trouble shining through in this sheet, and his personality really feels a bit too "mysterious" (IMO) for someone like him. Other than those two points though, really good Poe sheet.

**Scotcheroos** · October 19th, 2022, 12:04 AM

"Everyone thinks I do heroin. It's not even true, I do crystal meth."
-Josh Henderson

"For you to have summoned me as a Servant....this is either a really bad cosmic joke, or you are in dire need of a drug addiction hotline."

"Not that I'm complaining here, I rarely see any action outside the Throne. Sometimes I question how I even made it there."

"But don't worry, Master. However obscure I as a Servant am, I'll still try my best to guide you to victory."

"Servant, Cas....Caster? Caster. My True Name is Lazăr Edeleanu. Come, Master. We need to cook."

First Ascension

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Class: Caster

Other Eligible Classes: Assassin

True Name: Dr. Lazăr Edeleanu

Aliases: Father of Drugs, King of Refinement

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Attribute: Man

Origin: Historical Fact

Region: Bucharest, Romania

Height: 177.8 cm / 5'10"

Weight: 198 pounds / 89.811kg

Traits: Male, Humanoid, Hominidae, Servant, Weak to Enuma Elish

Catalyst: Any physical product containing amphetamines. Seriously, just get a bottle of Adderall or something.
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Talents: Chemistry, medicine production, business management

Natural Enemies: Thomas Edison, John D. Rockefeller, Adolf Hitler

Likes: Breaking bread, breaking bank, breaking expectations, Breaking Bad

Dislikes: Poverty, Nazis, classism, meth dealers ("I invented the stuff they're peddling, dammit! I deserve royalties! 30% royalties!")

Personality: An innovative intellectual who prides himself in his work, discoveries and the rewards of his hard work, Edeleanu is what you might expect of a workaholic inventor archetype. He's always hard at work, trying his hardest to pump out new products, doing his best to to gather new consumers and patents for his work. A shrewd businessman who is nonetheless a hard worker, an avid researcher and a pioneer of an inventor who's products and methods are still used to this day.

He's also what you might call a greedy prick. Or, in less polite words, 'the kind of piece of shit who would stab you in the back if he thought you had more lint in your wallet than him.'

A childhood of poverty has left Edeleanu desperate for wealth and riches, an education being looked down upon and crushed beneath the heel of his fellow students at prestigious schools has ingrained a pathological desire to stand superior over everyone around him, and his company having been been bought and repurposed during the Nazi regime against his will has drilled a hoarding problem into his Spirit Origin, leaving him unwilling to throw away even his failed experiments.

Edeleanu is a paranoid micromanager, hoarding his possessions, his connections, even his experiments from anyone and everyone around him. He works off of the old adage of 'waste not, want not', and calls even obvious failures 'successes in the making', constantly finding ways to utilize everything at his disposal to near-maximum efficiency, consequences be damned. Greed is his justice, funds and patents his motive. Lazăr Edeleanu is a man who craves luxury and constant 'better lives' for himself and his descendants built off of hard work and never-ending determination.

After all, there's always someone better to strive to defeat. There's always a higher star he can shoot for.

Wish for the Grail: A wish for the Holy Grail, hm? Bah, I don't need a Grail for my own goals! If I weren't the one handling my own affairs and efforts, there's no point in the first place! All that glorified battery needs to do is just keep me incarnated and let me handle the rest!

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**Frigix** · October 19th, 2022, 03:30 PM

You, noble prince Charles, are more blessed than Alexander the Great. He for his part had seized an immense empire, but not without bloodshed...you were born to a splendid empire...you owe it to heaven that your empire came to you without the shedding of blood, and no one suffered for it.

— Erasmus of Rotterdam in Education of a Christian Prince

I know it, I know that this gift is but a waste in the hands of a foolish king. Still, because I am their last hope, because I strive to do good, I must fullfill their expectations.The Last Roman Emperor

“Are you the one who has summoned me? I am of the Saber class, my true name is… Charles V. Tought I have sinned in the past, I won’t fail my duty a second time. Summoner, let me ask you a question. Do you seek the Holy Grail? Do you seek peace and salvation for humanity? As long as your heart harbors these noble wishes, then I shall be your knight. No… I shall be your king. Your hopes and dreams, I will carry them until the end.”

Class: Saber
True Name: Charles V
Surname: Charles I of Spain, Charles of Habsburg, the Last Crusader, the Universal Monarch, the Last Roman Emperor
Alignment: Loyal Good
Qualified Servant classes: Lancer, Rider, Ruler, Voyager
Attribute: Human
Origin: Historical Facts

Parameters:

STR: B
END: C
AGI: B
MAG: D
LCK: C
NP: A+

Likes: Knight stories, crusaders, God
Dislikes: Spiders, protestantism
Talent: Inheriting crowns

[ Identity ]

Charles of Habsburg or Charles V, born the 24 February 1500 in the Prinsenhof of Ghent and died 21 September 1558 was famous for the particularly high number of crowns he inherited. Heir by his father to the possessions of the House of Habsburg (Kingdom of Hungary, Kingdom of Bohemia, Archduchy of Austria, etc.), the seventeen provinces of the Netherlands and Franche-Comté, by his mother the kingdoms of Castile and Aragon and the Spanish colonial empire, as well as the Kingdom of Naples and elected Emperor of Germany in 1519, he was the most powerful monarch of the first half of the 16th century.

This accumulation of territories and powers was the product of a matrimonial policy which thus made Charles V the heir to a large part of Europe. His destiny, even before his birth, had always been to reign over this immense collection of christian realms.

A mission given by his family

But above all, a mission bestowed by God.

Never had a man been so close to possessing the whole of Europe since the ascension of Charlemagne. Seeing this, Charles V saw in it a sign that he absolutely had to unify the world under one banner. At the time, Christians thought they were coming to the end of time, with the apocalypse coming soon and with it the mythical Last Roman Emperor, a prophetic figure from popular eschatological beliefs.

Charles V appeared as the last emperor who wished to realize the Carolingian dream of an empire at the head of an united Christianity. This desire for Christian unity in the face of the progression of the Ottoman Empire in the Balkans and Mediterranean was systematically opposed by the kings of France Francis I and Henri II, who willingly sought the Turkish alliance, and called into question by the Protestant reform, initiated by Martin Luther from 1517. To these problems which arose throughout his reign were added revolts in Castile, in the Holy Empire, in Flanders and in Brabant.

At the end of a life of fighting, physically undermined and disillusioned by his failures against France, the Lutherans and his own family, he voluntarily stripped himself of his powers. Dividing his empire between his brother and his son, Philip II.

[ Class Skills ]

Magic Resistance (B)

Magic Resistance grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.

Cancels spells with a chant below three verses. Even if they are targeted by high thaumaturgy and higher rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. A skill that goes hand in hand with his role as the Emperor of Christendom, the universal monarch elected by God.

"I wouldn’t be much of a holy knight if I couldn’t fend off the witchcraft used by demons and pagans."

Riding (A)

Riding is a Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles. Rider-class Servants will typically possess a high rank. It is said that dragon type mounts are an exception, requiring a different ability other than Riding.

All vehicles and creatures except those of Phantasmal Beast ranks and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. This rank is high enough to be eligible for the Rider class. A skill gained due to the idea that Saber is the appointed monarch of God. As such, he must be able to ride every creature on earth, but it is above all the idea of dominating the world that is engraved in his mind that allows him to ride others with such efficiency. A fitting skill for a man who sent fleets to the four corners of the world. Everything in order to eventually unify the world.

"Alas…all seems to have been in vain."

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Imperial Privilege (A)

Imperial Privilege is an ability that, due to the insistence of the owner, Skills that are essentially impossible to possess can be obtained for a short period of time. In cases when the Rank is А or above, even the "burden to the body" can be acquired (such as Divinity).

Saber is one of the greatest emperors of the European world, one of the last rulers who was on the verge of unifying Europe and restoring the dominium mundi of Charlemagne and the Roman Empire. His influence was immense, reigning over the new world of the Americas as well. He was chosen by God to dominate the world, and so he must possess an unlimited number of abilities, such is the privilege of the universal monarch.

"My empire… it is my duty to restore it. Master, will you help me in my quest for salvation? Together, I believe we might be able to achieve what the Lord expects of us. Yes, I can see it ! Soon, this world shall be ruled by Charles V, with the Holy Grail everything is possible!"

Last Crusader King (B)

Last Crusader King is a skill which represents the chivalrous nature of Charles V, that of a sovereign who grew up hearing about the exploits of legendary knights and the great crusades against the Muslim world. He trained himself to master the art of chivalry until achieving perfection and thus become a defender of Christianity, fiercely fighting heresy.

When Saber faces enemies of catholicisme, his physical parameters increase by an extra rank. This obviously includes demonic creatures and witches but also any pagan heroes who do not follow the strict religion of Catholicism. During his lifetime, he was famous for having faced the Islamic threat but especially the new Protestant reformation led by Martin Luther. This skill could be qualified as the achievement of a man who fought the enemies of the Holy Church all his life.

"I really don't understand. Why Luther? Why?! It doesn't make sense, why would he ruin this world peace we were going to achieve? That is no holy man. In all my life, I believe I never saw a man as egotistical as Luther. Darn it! For his sins, he must be punished!"

On the Roads of the Empire (A)

On the Roads of the Empire is a skill bestowed to rulers who spent their entire life traveling in their empire. A skill that only a monarch with huge territories and who never stays in one place for a very long time can possess.

In his last public address, Saber describes his life as "a long journey" and recalls that he has traveled ten times to the Netherlands, nine to Germany, seven to Spain, seven to Italy, four to France, two to England and two in North Africa. During all his travels, the emperor left a documentary trail in almost every place he went, allowing historians to assume that he spent 10,000 days in the Netherlands, 6,500 days in Spain, 3 000 days in Germany and 1000 days in Italy. He then spent 195 days in France, 99 in North Africa and 44 days in England. For only 260 days, its exact location is unrecorded, all being days spent at sea traveling between its territories.

This skill effectively allows instantaneous transportation between each territory possessed by Saber. The crystallization of his role as an emperor who must be present everywhere in his world. The inner working of this skill is not much different from that of a forced teleportation achieved by the use of a Command Seal although the mana required is somehow reduced. Still, Saber will need to ensure that he has the required magical energy before using this ability. He is limited to locations that are defined as belonging to him and as such he needs to spend quite some time to secure a leyline and make it his own.

"Certainly an achievement, but I must admit that it is not as glorious as it seems. In the end I only traveled, I am a king with many crowns but I never had a place I can call ‘home.’ But such is my destiny, for I am not a man, but an emperor."

[ Noble Phantasms ]

Heir to the Crowns
Dominium Mundi

Type: Anti-Dominium
Rank: E~EX

Dominium Mundi, an idea of universal dominion developed in the Middle Ages and directly inherited from the memories of the glorious Roman Empire which had spread its influence to the entirety of the known world. As the Noble Phantasm of Charles V it reaffirms his role as the prophesized Last Roman Empire: a figure of medieval European legend, which developed as an aspect of Christian eschatology. The legend predicts that at the end times, a last emperor would appear on earth to reestablish the Roman Empire and assume his function as biblical katechon who stalls the coming of the Antichrist.

An Emperor that would unify the christian world into one banner.

Dominium Mundi is the essence of Charles V crystallized into a Noble Phantasm. From his birth and until his abdication he was a man who inherited the crowns of others. The epitome of a ruler that would never stop until all crowns would be unified. Charles's full titulature went as follows:

Charles, by the grace of God, Emperor of the Romans, forever August, King of Germany, King of Italy, King of all Spains, of Castile, Aragon, León, of Hungary, of Dalmatia, of Croatia, Navarra, Grenada, Toledo, Valencia, Galicia, Majorca, Sevilla, Cordova, Murcia, Jaén, Algarves, Algeciras, Gibraltar, the Canary Islands, King of both Hither and Ultra Sicily, of Sardinia, Corsica, King of Jerusalem, King of the Indies, of the Islands and Mainland of the Ocean Sea, Archduke of Austria, Duke of Burgundy, Brabant, Lorraine, Styria, Carinthia, Carniola, Limburg, Luxembourg, Gelderland, Neopatria, Württemberg, Landgrave of Alsace, Prince of Swabia, Asturia and Catalonia, Count of Flanders, Habsburg, Tyrol, Gorizia, Barcelona, Artois, Burgundy Palatine, Hainaut, Holland, Seeland, Ferrette, Kyburg, Namur, Roussillon, Cerdagne, Drenthe, Zutphen, Margrave of the Holy Roman Empire, Burgau, Oristano and Gociano, Lord of Frisia, the Wendish March, Pordenone, Biscay, Molin, Salins, Tripoli and Mechelen.

As a man who was born to receive all the crowns of the world, it is only natural his Noble Phantasm is the ability to inherit the crowns of others. That is the true nature of Charles V as a vessel of crowns. As such Saber can receive the “crowns” of other servants present in the world. To obtain them, he must either make the servant willingly give it to him, or he must himself defeat the king to take its crown. It should be noted that this only applies with servants who are rulers like Artoria Pendragon or Iskandar. Once a new crown is obtained, Saber obtains the right to use the former monarch's possessions which include its Noble Phantasms. However he cannot use those based on a personal emotional connection (ex: Ionioi Hetairoi) or a special technique (ex: Outrage Amazon).

Although it is a Noble Phantasm with a high potential in the right context, each crown obtained requires new magical energy to fuel them or else they become a burden on the body. In the worst case, Saber's Saint-Graph can collapse on itself. To avoid such an end, it is possible for Saber to bequeath one or more crowns to someone else, this sub-ability of the Noble Phantasm is called “
The Last Emperor is but a Dream
Abdication
”. The individuals who have obtained the crown must however in turn supply it with mana, in a way this power can be seen as a curse. Although he has the ability to abdicate his crowns, he will do anything to avoid getting to this point, he thinks it is his duty to wear all the crowns in the world on his own.

"This is what I am, this is what I have always been. Since my earliest childhood, I remember being the heir to a multitude of crowns. Wherever I go, I am destined to complete the mission given to me by the Lord, it is my duty to prepare for the end of time and to become the Emperor of the Last World."

[ Personality ]

Saber is a man who takes his role as universal monarch very seriously, he is convinced of his mission to unite the world under his power. In his eyes, this is the mission given to him by God. But during his lifetime, the weight of all these crowns was too heavy, overwhelmed and tired, seeing himself unable to carry out his projects of unification to its terms, especially in front of the Protestant threat. He abdicated, dividing his empire between his son and his brother and putting an end to his dream. He saw his reign as a succession of mistakes and sins, even the abandonment of his crowns was a shame for him. He deeply regrets his cowardice, but being summoned in his golden age is for him an opportunity to once again attempt to fulfill his divine mission. He is not a man made to carry so much responsibility, but he has an unfailing honor, he sincerely believes that the only purpose of his existence is to become the universal monarch. Thus, even if his whole being ends up destroyed by the weight of the crowns, he will continue to assume his responsibilities. He will not make the same mistakes again, he will not cowardly abandon his position and will go to the end of things.

"Soul of Christ, sanctify me. Body of Christ, save me. Blood of Christ, inebriate me. Water from the side of Christ, wash me."

Saber is a particularly pious man, he was one of the last rulers to have inherited the chivalric ideals of the crusade. Although he admires his predecessors, the original Roman Emperors, he is first and foremost a great admirer of figures such as Godfrey of Bouillon, Richard the Lionheart or Charlemagne and his paladins. He behaves like a valiant knight, courageous but above all loyal. He will defend the interests of his superiors but especially of God. But still, Saber knows how to relax, and can, if he wants, have a bit of fun. He is a voracious glutton, he eats without stopping. In a way, this reflects his essence, that of a black hole that absorbs the possessions of the universe.

"I am a King and a Knight. I will serve and lead you to the end of times. I will trust you, and you must trust me.”

In the Saber class, his personality is that of his younger days. He is hopeful but also kinder than ever. A man who dreams of heroism and justice, as such he is loyal and very serious in his work. That also makes him the most naive and zaelot version of himself. If he was summoned in another class he might be a lot more pessimistic and tired. This version of Charles is one who didn’t yet directly suffer the greatest loss of his life. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t deeply regret what he ended up doing in his later years. But he is a lot more optimistic than the version of himself who abdicated. Charles is determined to do things right this time.

Yet the outcome of his dreams is oblivious.

This man doesn’t have the strength to be a king. His dreams are just too unrealistic. What he wishes for is a christian utopia. But perfection cannot exist in this world, it is simply impossible.

That is why, he will definitely fall again.

[ Interactions ]

Christian Caldwell: "Hmm… yes, I can see that you are quite pious. That’s good, yes we should never forget that we humans are sinful. But… well, how can I say it? I think your methods are flawed. I have seen your people. You create chaos because of your own flawed view on faith. H-huh? What’s my view on religion ? W-Well, I’m a king not a thinker. These kinds of questions are to be asked to the pope… or something like that.”

Comte de Saint-Germaine: "Well… you definitely look like a promising scholar. Your knowledge might be useful, yes I would definitely be glad to finance someone like you.”

Nostradamus: "Sorry but… I’d rather not hear your predictions…”

Felix von Luckner: "Oh, you’re definitely a skilled sailor. I need people like you to explore the New World. Wait no sorry, the Age of Exploration is but a memory of the past. Still, you are skillful, I will eventually need people like you to protect the seas that our Lord created.”

Unas: "What’s that? Aren’t you Gluttony incarnated? That’s… rather disgusting. Well, I can’t hope to understand pagan servants and their strange rituals.”

Sorghaghtani: "A wonderful queen. It pains me to know all her work was for nothing. Well, nothing is eternal. Except what the Lord create… ah yes, I was supposed to create the Last Roman Empire right? This last and eternal human kingdom. I couldn’t achieve God’s will, what a shame.”

Chevalier de Saint-Georges: "'Chevalier'?! Ooooh! Wonderful, truly wonderful. I knew that the ideals of chivalry wouldn’t fade even in the future!”

William Topaz McGonagall: "O-Oh, yes I guess that’s quite nice… ?” (He would rather hear songs about the exploits of Charlemagne’s Paladins than McGonagall’s poetry.)

The Mary Celeste: "A cursed ship? Hmm… I guess I should make sure none of my ships are cursed. Especially those with colonists.”

Cacareco: "What? That… cannot be. Are you an unicorn?! Wonderful!”

Aristocles "Plato" of Athens: "Philosophy? Right, sorry I'm not really a thinker. My purpose is to rule, I trust the church for thinking about the hidden meaning of God’s world. Oh? A fight!? Yes, that’s more like me. All right! I accept your duel!”

Ismail al-Jazari: "... this is a glimpse into a future I could never imagine. But I understand your true nature. You are the New Jerusalem, the Tree of Life that stands at the end of times! The time when humanity will attain this world must definitely happen. For this, I must unite humanity. I must prepare humanity of the apocalypse.”

Vercingetorix: "It is an honor to meet the greatest adversary of Julius Caesar. Now we must fight. Rome won’t lose against you anytime soon!”

Otavio Maeda: "A duel? Of course, it would bring me great shame to refuse this chivalric invitation.”

Artoria Pendragon: "T-The legendary King of Knights?! So she was a woman... that's unexpected. But still, she's still the great king of the stories. I have nothing but respect for her.”

Romulus: "The founder of Rome?! Oooh! He's a wonderful man. Yes, such positivity about our civilization is truly wonderful!”

Charlemagne: (They both have a similar personality and are great friends. Charles considers him his "senpai" and he hopes he can learn to be as "cool" as him one day.)

Karl der Große: "You are... the greatest Emperor who ever lived. I'm sorry I couldn't be as great as you. But please watch me. To know that such a man is watching over me. It brings me great joy and determination!”

Francis I of France: "Huh... so you became a servant too? I see, unfortunately for you I don't intend to let you win this time. You never accepted my request for a duel, how about finally acting with honor and facing me? Yes, now! Come on, I'll beat you until there's nothing left of you!”

Suleiman the Magnificent: "Suleiman, of course you have also become an heroic spirit. What are you going to do, continue your conquests? We never really got to talk like this, but do you carry on your shoulders the dream of a unified Islamic empire? If so, we may not be so different. But then again, you know how it is, in the end I'm a Catholic, so you are my enemy.”

Henry VIII: "Oh... long time no see... so, still as problematic as ever? Seriously, can't you just act a bit more seriously? And stop with this anglican nonsense. Anyway, I'm going to beat the shit out of Francis. You're with me? Ha, I knew it! If there's one thing we have in common... It's that we both want to beat this piece of shit. O-Oh... Master. You were there... act as if I talked normally, okay? Please?”

The 16th Century Gang: Somehow, Henry VIII, Francis I and Charles V always end up hanging out together in Chaldea. Not that they're good friends (there is actually a lot of tension between them) but fate just seems to make it happen. They are often joined by other servants such as Suleiman or Magellan.

Martin Luther: "I despise him.”

Ferdinand Magellan: "I was informed of your actions once Victoria returned to Spain. But it seems that this was just a misunderstanding. Very well, although I am late, I proclaim you the first explorer of the world!”

Charles II: "... I guess, my blood is that of a dreamer. I can only turn expections into dreams, but reality is always so far away. I dream, I fail, and people suffer the consequences. Aaaah... my descendant, how sorry I am. Everything is my fault. I'm sorry I could do nothing but dream. If I had succeeded then surely you wouldn't have suffered. If I had succeeded then there would have been no need to dream. In the end I know that I am a hypocrite. My mission is to fulfill the wishes of others but I can only wish in return. It was to be expected. Because I did nothing, my legacy is despair itself. I'm sorry. I’m sorry you couldn’t live in a nicer world. I'm sorry you couldn’t grow up as a human. I'm just... so sorry.”

[ Epilogue ]

Lostbelt VI
El Dorado

Charles V had been given a second chance.

Through his summoning as the Crypter’s servant, he could redeem himself.

He inherited the crown of Inkarri and became the new King of El Dorado. Once again humanity had put their hopes and dreams on his shoulders.

Its weight was… overwhelming.

But…

“Don’t stress yourself, things are going to turn out good.”

Those were the words she gave him. And it worked. As the Crypter of this Lostbelt, she turned this hollow dream into an utopia.

Truly she was worthy of the title of queen.

Was he worthy of being her king?

“You should trust yourself more, because you’re the only one who can truly understand how special you are.”

That’s what she said about him.

He didn’t really understand.

He probably was quite an excuse for a king.

But at least, peace had been achieved.

…

Until once again, everything fell apart.

What were they called again? Ah yes, it was Chaldea. Even though this world had done nothing wrong, even though it was a glittering utopia for humanity. They decided to crush it.

Charles had failed to defeat them, and now they were heading to the center of El Dorado.

Once again he had been weak.

Once again he couldn’t live up to the dreams of his people.

Why ?

Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ?

Why must he always fail? Why must he always betray everyone? Why must this world be this… unfair ?

As such thoughts went through his mind, he arrived in the throne room. His Master was smiling as if she had been waiting for him.

“Is everything okay… Saber?”

Her voice was calm and gentle. Charles felt a little bad as he wasn’t able to answer with such delicacy.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t feel sorry about that Saber. Didn’t I already tell you? You should trust yourself a little bit more.”

“Trust myself… ?”

…

How could she say this to him?

“Ha… ha… are you jesting? Trusting myself when everything I have accomplished is failing everybody? My people, my family, my crowns, God and even you! Even though I should be strong and noble, everything slips through my hands. My grip on things is feeble, and with each passing moment everything might break apart! Aude, don’t you see how pathetic I am? Even with this much power, I end up losing it all. What should I do to protect the lives of my people!? What should I do to end all evil in this world?! What should I do to make things better ?!”

Charles sounded exhausted, but after all of this, he still had one last thing to ask of his Master. After everything he said he might not have the right to ask anything of her, but still, in the depth of the abysses she is the only light he can see. Charles can feel it, he’s more than tired and as it is, his conduct will once again cause the utter destruction of everything. That’s why with a trembling voice, he cannot stop himself to ask it:

“Please, Aude… what should I do?”

…

For a moment there was silence. Aude had her eyes closed as if she was examining the question her servant had asked her. She knew that she couldn’t answer it. So when she opened her eyes, with the same gentle smile, she answered him with another question.

“Saber, do you know what the wishes of your people are?”

“The wishes of my people? Well… for most of them they just want to live peacefully, right? After the world was blanked out, El Dorado was truly their only hope…”

“Yup! A happy life in a happy world. Of course, they don’t just have one wish. Humans are a bit greedy after all. And there are layers to each of their wishes. But let me directly get to the gist of it. For example, little Pino wants to become an astronaut. Not because someone asked him to do it, or because he needs to do it. He just wants to see the earth from the moon. His mother wants him to grow up healthy and strong. Again that’s not because he asked her this or because she’s forced. She merely wants the best for her child. Then there’s Wielfried who wants to become the greatest cook in the world. Or Amanda, who wants to make new friends. Or even Pedro who wants to go out with the girl he likes. It’s simple isn’t it? Everybody wants something. That is what makes us humans. The fact that each one of us has a dream. So now I want to ask you one last question…”

At this moment, her eyes looked directly into those of Charles. Gleaming with light, her smile made it seem the entire world was now illuminated by her light.

“What do you want to do?”

“I-I…”

What did he want again?

“I want…”

That’s when he reminisced about her words: “Trust yourself.”

“I… I want a happy ending.”

…

“Is that so?”

She smiled at him. Her voice wasn’t judging Charles, only accepting his wishes.

“In that case, do you want to give me your crowns?”

“W-Wha-”

“Don’t worry, I understand. That’s not something easy to answer. You’re someone who’s very nice, that’s why you can’t just say yes. That’s okay, tell me your answer when you’re ready. I trust you. You and only you. Not because you’re strong or wealthy, just because you’re nice.”

…

And so he thought about it.

...

After everything that was said, there was only one thing left to say for Charles.

“... w-will you become my q-... my lord? The true and only ruler of this world. And in exchange, I will become your knight. And I swear... I will fight to protect your kingdom…”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Then… then it’s decided. Aude Blancheflor Griffon de Diane-Andenne, I, Charles, Last Roman Emperor and King of El Dorado, give you my crowns.”

Aude smiled.

Everything was going as planned.

**Kamera** · October 19th, 2022, 04:44 PM

Crusader, are we? Come to the Holy Land to seek the Kingdom of Heaven?

**asterism42** · October 20th, 2022, 04:50 AM

Reminder that the deadline for submissions is Saturday

**DelRey** · October 20th, 2022, 07:24 AM

I think we have 43 entries rn
Aster, wanna reconsider the 5 instead of 3 votes suggestion?

**BnEl15** · October 20th, 2022, 07:29 AM

Oh boy, this certainly is a new record.
Unfortunate that I probably won't have the time nor idea for a second entry, but it is what it is.

**Spelror** · October 20th, 2022, 09:21 AM

Originally Posted by BnEl15

Oh boy, this certainly is a new record.
Unfortunate that I probably won't have the time nor idea for a second entry, but it is what it is.

I agree. Guess I will dump em in CaS3

**Nuclear** · October 20th, 2022, 10:31 AM

Much of this won't make sense without having read this, so go do that first. Or don't.

"Happiness is neither outside nor inside us: it is in God, both outside and inside us."

	Servant Alter Ego, Blaise Pascal, has answered the summons. Judging by the look on your face, you already know how to properly address me. Therefore I shall do away with the formalities and proceed straight to business.
	Maître, allow me to demonstrate how terrible a miracle can be.

Class: Alter Ego
True Name: Blaise Pascal (Alter)
Alias: Amos Dettonville
Gender: Male
Height and Weight: 175 cm / 63 kg

Source: Historical fact
Region: France
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Attribute: Man

Parameters
Strength: D+
Constitution: C
Agility: B+
Magical Energy: A
Luck: EX
Noble Phantasm: A

My alignment differs from the Blaise Pascal you've met before? Of course, this too has a purpose.
The Blaise Pascal you know was held back by the shackles of his delicate constitution.
Metaphorically speaking, he is an internist prescribing medication to a patient in denial over his terminal illness.

As for me, my own fragility does not hinder a more direct approach, and in fact demands it.
You may consider this manifestation as something close to a surgeon.
In order to save the patient's life, surgeons must carve open the very body they are trying to save.
However, our foolish patient is still in denial over his condition, so he'd see this intervention as assault.
The change in alignment, therefore, is merely my preempting such a conclusion.

Overview

Class Skills
Independent Action: A
The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master. It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, backup from the Master is necessary when using Noble Phantasms that use large amounts of magical energy.

Magic Resistance: C
Grants protection against magical effects. Cancels spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of greater magecraft, Greater Rituals, nor against Church Sacraments.

Personal Skills
Hyperfluid Constitution: A
Alter Ego Blaise Pascal's "flesh"; the body born from the miraculous events of a certain November day. "Amos" is immune to all attacks with "poison" and "disease" attributes, and can perform instantaneous bilocation by expending magical energy. He mainly employs this Skill in combat by encircling the opposition and crushing it through pressure coming from all sides.

Talentum Soli Deo: B+
Alter Ego Blaise Pascal's "mind"; the conviction hidden behind the names "Louis de Montalte" and "Amos Dettonville". Due to dedicating his entire self to God, "Amos" is granted access to the repertoire of Skills that "Blaise Pascal could reasonably have attained", including Espionage, Marksmanship, Human Observation, among others. The plus correction applies to the number of Skills that can be displayed at any one moment by utilizing the afterimages created through Hyperfluid Constitution to perform parallel processing.

Dim Light: EX
Alter Ego Blaise Pascal's "heart"; embers from the night of fire that continue to illuminate the dark path ahead. So long as this flame burns, Blaise Pascal will continue to unswervingly answer his calling.

Noble Phantasms
Les Deux Infinis: Barrel-Breaking Paradox
Rank: D+++
Type: Noble Phantasm
Range: 3-10
Maximum targets: 1 person

A composite firearm named 'Étienne', after Blaise Pascal's father. As part of Alter Ego's grand plan of confronting humanity with their nature as "creatures that are restless like the sea yet nevertheless seek the stability of land", it takes for ammunition magical energy that has been condensed into the form of water, which is then forcefully ejected as rapid-fire gunshots. When compared to Assassin Blaise Pascal's version, this Noble Phantasm exchanges the water bullets' crushing effect for the ability to fluidly switch between handgun, sniper rifle, and railgun modes.

Upon True Name Release, targets within the gun's sights receive a mental interference attack delivered by imparting the knowledge of The Two Infinities: things infinitely greater and lesser than oneself, the unknown past and the unknowable future, among others. As a sure-hit ego-breaker that displays absolute power over "humans of this common (pedestrian) era", it is possible to mitigate its effects by being an existence far removed from the modern era, or by possessing Skills that mark one as "not fully human", such as Divinity.

Les Deux Infinis: Barrel-Breaking Paradox
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
Range: 3-100
Maximum targets: 125 people

An invocation to the God of Fire. An application of the principles gleaned from that which became the end of Blaise Pascal's scientific endeavors, and the beginning of his theological achievements: vacuums. It shares the same fundamental principles as the technique used by Assassin Blaise Pascal, but this version displays increased range and firepower shaped by years of experience and what can only be described as "divine intervention".

Rather than any sort of glib persuasion, one would be better served to call this technique an "all-out assault" on the target's intellectual, moral, physical, and spiritual faculties; in other words, apologetics as it ought to be. As a bolus custom-made to be swallowed by the "vacuum" that lies within a particular person's heart, this attack is nigh-impossible to evade. Additionally, damage dealt dramatically increases the more incompatible the target's mental structure is to the information barrage. After all, free heart surgery is good news to one who knows he has a fatal heart disease, but not to one who denies it.

Author's Notes

**Vididii** · October 20th, 2022, 12:43 PM

Originally Posted by DelRey

I think we have 43 entries rn
Aster, wanna reconsider the 5 instead of 3 votes suggestion?

I'd greatly appreciate this, as I'm about to put us to 45. Much better that it's 9 servants per vote split than 15 from 3

**asterism42** · October 20th, 2022, 12:55 PM

Agreed, due to the large number of entries, you can cast five votes.

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