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    魔境の智慧 Anju Addams's Avatar
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    Here it is: my first Second Entry! Based on feedback from others, I hope this can be included. Given her appearances in various Arthurian poems and the well-known connection with a certain court wizard with whom she appears in an extremely famous poem, I hope she qualifies. If not, I can certainly move her to CAS4. I am really pleased to have completed this sheet after so many years of effort. She may very well be one of the most powerful Servants I have created, and she truly deserves it! Enjoy.

    Queen of Avalon
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    Nimue (Lady of the Lake | Vivian | Vivianne | Morgause | Morgan Le Fay)
    "Greetings, my Master. I am Nimue, Queen of Avalon, the Lady of the Lake — one who is innocent as a faerie, magnificent like a warrior maiden, and, regrettably, brutal as an evil witch. I look forward to toughening you up and teaching you knighthood skills to aid in your quest to save the world."
    Class Gender Identity Alignment
    Caster Female (She | Her) Neutral Good
    Height | Weight Region Source
    151 cm | 35 kg England & France Arthurian Legends
    Likes
    "Teaching others about knighthood and chivalry is my true passion. Despite being the Queen of Avalon and the ruler of faeries, there is always something comforting about helping others grow to reach their greatest potential. Actually, I also really like blacksmithing as well. Creating new swords for my pupils to wield is just as rewarding as teaching them. I really should thank those lazy spirits who created the Holy Sword for teaching me one day."
    Dislikes
    "There is no one in the world I hate more than that freak of a magus. What he did is inexcusable! Locking him in that tower for all eternity was the best thing I could have done, even if it led to the collapse of Camelot due to my other side. Pah. He’ll regret the day he slighted me when I finally get my hands on the Holy Grail. No more mercy for the worthless parasite. Hmmm? What did he actually do, you ask? How rude! That’s for me to know and for you to never find out!"
    Attribute Traits Star Rarity
    Earth Fae | Round Table | Levitating | French Servant Five Stars
    Armament Master Natural Enemy
    Crystalline Staff Fujimaru Ritsuka Merlin
    Character Voice Character Design Scenario Writer
    Hanazawa Kana Bigchun Anju Addams
    Parameters
    Strength E | Endurance E | Agility E | Mana EX | Luck A | Noble Phantasm EX
    Bond Lines
    Bond Line 1
    "The name Nimue is linked to infamous witches like King Arthur’s sister Morgause and the Dark Sorceress Morgana Le Fay. One was even known as the Lady of the Lake, instead of it being me! In reality though, we are all different facets of the same person: the benevolent lake faerie, the loving sister, and the vile sorceress. I wish it weren't so. Only by becoming a Servant have we managed to separate ourselves from each other. Thank the Lord."

    Bond Line 2
    "If Morgan Le Fay, Morgause, and I are the same person split between three personalities, how come I look and sound completely different? Well, I’m using Illusion Magecraft, of course! Changing my appearance is barely even that difficult for me anymore. Unfortunately, that other version of me had a lot of practice with that one."

    Bond Line 3
    "Don’t ever imply that he and I had a relationship like that again! If you even hint at it, I shall make sure you regret it. I could never love that freak. After all, I trapped him in the tower for a reason: I couldn’t kill him, and that’s what he deserved! So, I don’t care if you’re the Master. Keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you."

    Bond Line 4
    "Once I obtain the Holy Grail, I shall use it to wipe that worthless parasite from the face of existence for all eternity, in every dimension, in every parallel. So that he never existed anywhen or anywhere at all. Hmmm? Would that not disrupt my personal history? Well, of course it would. I just do not care in the slightest. History will correct itself, and that fool of a magus will never have been born."

    Bond Line 5
    "I apologize for my harsh actions earlier, Master. Though I hate to admit it, the influence of Morgana Le Fay and Morgause continues to churn inside me. Whenever that magus is mentioned, I completely freak out and lose my mind. Hey, you don’t think I have some secret version of Mad Enhancement, do you? Heh. Anyway, we should get back to your lessons. You’ve been doing really well with the sword recently, and I’ve decided to teach you a few cool new moves. Maybe one day, you can be as strong as Her Majesty was."
    Relationship Lines
    Arturia Pendragon (All Variants)
    "My liege, it’s wonderful to see you again after so long! I’ve kept your sword safe for your return, just as I promised when you became on that fateful day. Despite the terrible crimes that I committed as your sister, I’ve missed you dearly. The last time we met, you were dying while dreaming of a future with your Master. Nevertheless, it’s an honor to serve you again. By the way, could you consider replacing that court wizard of yours? No? Worth a shot."

    Mordred
    "I always wanted to raise that child as my own, you know. To have him be mine and mine alone. But that awful side of me instead raised him with cruelty and deception, until what remained was a lost soul crying out in desperation to be loved. Hah. That is why I have decided. This time, I will do everything right. That boy shall be raised knowing the warmth and happiness of a family so that he can be filled with happy memories. My boy, my precious son."

    Morgana Le Fay
    "So, you have come this far, and still you understand nothing. You absolute fool! Heh. All that disaster and terror you caused, and you continue to feel no guilt towards it? Not even towards all the abuses you inflicted upon my precious children? My dearest Gawain, Agravain, Gareth, and Mordred. They suffered because of you. Not to mention that whole affair with Lancelot! How could you!? Heh. At least I can be glad that being summoned as a Servant has completely separated me from you, no matter how much your influence remains."

    Lancelot (All Variants) & Le Fay Siblings
    "My child, it's so nice to see you! I’m so proud of you. Although, I do wish it could be under better circumstances. I understand if you want to keep your distance from me. What Morgana Le Fay did to you was unforgivable, truly. So, for that, I am sorry — deeply and honestly. It caused so much strife for the Round Table. Just know that if you ever want to talk, your mother is always here for you."

    Merlin
    "Don’t even talk to me, you pondscum, piece of trash, garbage, incel, misogynist, ratweed, dirtbag, loser, subhuman freak! One day, I will wipe your very existence from the face of the earth, and then we’ll finally see who’s laughing! Master, do not even bother with this useless waste of space; he’ll only mess everything up. As for you, however, you &#%!@?, never darken my doorstep again and get back in that tower. Right now. Or, I promise, I’ll do something much worse. It’ll be a nice little reunion with my Morgana Le Fay days."

    Proto-Merlin
    "You have to be &#%!@? kidding me? Really? Seriously? Not only does that worthless excuse of a magus exist in another dimension, he’s a female!? In fact, your version of me let you escape from her seal? Does she have brain damage or something!? Pah. Don’t think just because you happen to be a woman, I’ll change my opinion of you, though. You’re probably just as big a piece of trash as the version I know. No, not probably. You are. I can tell."

    Princesses of Light
    "Oh, one of the Princesses of Light made it here, did she? Well, I honestly can’t say I’m at all surprised. Whether it be through glass slippers, glass coffins, spindle wheels, ridiculously long hair, or an enchanted rose, you certainly have made your mark in history after going through those awful things that that despicable person caused. Hmmm? You want to borrow some of those Ploy Kickshaws that I lent you again? Hmmm, I don’t think I own them in this class, though. Apologies."
    Personality
    Enchanting and nurturing, she emanates a sweet, maternal aura akin to being cradled in warm water. Caster is dedicated to guiding others on their paths to becoming their best selves, even if it means delivering essential life lessons through stern methods. In this role, she embodies a benevolent trickster faerie, maintaining a kind and composed demeanor, avoiding raised voices or impatience. Despite her otherworldly nature, she presents a relatable side amid her various personas.

    Her authenticity is genuine, lacking any deceit. She often intervenes to protect individuals from the harsher tendencies of her kind. Caster shows a notably tender side toward small children and her family, striving to mediate conflicts, despite occasional awkwardness at gatherings.

    However, when provoked, she can display extreme cruelty and brutality, reminiscent of her Morgana Le Fay past, possibly leading to vengeful madness. In such moments, her murderous intentions may surface against those she views as wrongdoers, even targeting the Master with incomprehensible curses upon the world.

    It is utterly essential to avoid mentioning a certain magus in her presence or implying any interactions between them.
    Class Skills
    Territory Creation EX
    Surpassing the magecraft of a notable magi, Caster created extraordinary phenomena that redefined the concept of territory. Rumored to have a mentor who replicated the Chateau de Comper in a day and submerged it in her lake, this was actually her own achievement. At any location, Caster can erect a crystalline palace temple, even underwater. Her construct includes advanced defensive mechanisms that exceed modern magi's understanding, such as Bounded Fields manipulating time, crystallized golem sentinels, an endless oxygen supply, and phononic crystal-based computation systems.

    In addition, territories accessed through her Noble Phantasms also enhance the ranking of this skill.
    Item Construction A
    Besides entrusting the Holy Sword Excalibur to the rightful King of Camelot, Caster crafted several magical swords for her allies, including Lancelot's Arondight and Gawain's Excalibur Galatine. She produces magical weapons equivalent to B-rank Noble Phantasms, featuring effects like flaming daggers, light-emitting swords, frozen knives, and massive blood-infused greatswords. Additionally, Caster generates Mystic Codes and employs Formalcraft to enhance parameters, provide buffs, protect against Magecraft, heal critical injuries, and more.

    Notably, she can construct a Holy Sword similar to Excalibur, but this requires an infinite supply of magical energy and over a month for full manifestation.
    Personal Skills
    Faerie Attendant D
    Arturia Pendragon, the King of Camelot, received assistance from her renowned court wizard and Caster, who acted as an intermediary between the rightful king and the faeries of Avalon. This allows her to bestow faerie blessings on specific individuals, enhancing their combat effectiveness with increased Strength and Endurance, the ability to walk on water, improved Luck in tough situations, bonus modifications to wisdom, intelligence, and knowledge checks, and the ability to communicate with faeries without needing their language.

    However, the blessings exclusively target the Master, disallowing benefits for others.
    Wisdom in Knighthood A
    The preeminent knight of Camelot, Lancelot, was raised by Caster, from whom he learned all his combat skills. His training extended to cousins Lionel and Bors and a certain homunculus prince, helping them all ascend to the Round Table. Manifesting as B-rank skills, Caster can impart knighthood wisdom to anyone willing to learn. She teaches skills including Charisma, Jousting, Swordsmanship, Riding, Horseback Combat, Noble Etiquette, Leadership, Armor and Weapon Maintenance, Archery, Chivalry, and Bravery, among others.

    Caster also independently practices all skills she can teach, having already acquired the necessary knowledge.
    High-Speed Incantation EX
    Despite being trained by one of history's most formidable magi, Caster surpassed him in nearly every aspect, casting spells and creating phenomena that challenged the fundamental principles of magecraft and neared the power of the lost Divine Words from the Age of the Gods. She may condense complex ten-line spells into single-line incantations with minimal effort and wield spells from various magical disciplines at their full potential.

    Caster excels in Illusionism, Blessings, Charm Magecraft, Holy Sacraments, Elementalism, Spiritual Evocation, Curses, Faerie Language, Barrier Creation, Summoning, Necromancy, Rayshifting, Alchemy, Erosion Techniques, and Witchcraft. However, she cannot reduce the ten-line chant of her second Noble Phantasm.
    Noble Phantasm
    Dozmary - Lady of the Lake
    Rank A | Type Anti-Unit | Range Infinite | Maximum No. of Targets One Persons

    A crystalline staff crowned with a reflective mirror that emits radiant light, given to Caster by the faeries of Avalon upon her ascension as Queen. This staff symbolizes the key to governing Avalon, which has numerous lake entrances worldwide, including Dozmary, Llyn Llydaw, Chateau de Comper, and Loch Arthur.

    Through the mirror portal atop the staff, Caster can transform any body of water, regardless of depth, into a mystical gateway to her realm. This allows instant transportation to her homeland in the Reverse World, a bottomless lake from which she can emerge from any water source in the mortal world, similar to the water mirror used by Morgana Le Fay. Caster can materialize from the deepest ocean, the smallest puddle, raindrops, or even a faucet.

    She also has the power to grant or deny passage through these portals to others as she chooses.
    Broceliande - Garden of Avalon
    Rank EX | Type Anti-Unit | Range One | Maximum No. of Targets One Persons

    A powerful sealing enchantment cast by Caster on her mentor after an unforeseen offense in the Broceliande Forest. Established in Avalon, this inescapable tower confined prisoners to the Reverse World for all eternity. It enables a formidable ritual, comprising ten lines, that eternally seals the chosen target in the realm of immortality. The Gates of Avalon activate, forcibly capturing targets and exiling them to a tower accessible only to the sinless, preventing any interaction with the Outside World. Thus, prisoners remain eternally confined in Avalon.

    However, only one entity can be sealed at a time. Since the tower exists beyond time and space and a specific Magus is currently imprisoned there, Caster must voluntarily release him before imprisoning another — an action she is reluctant to take unless absolutely necessary.
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    夜魔 Nightmare sutaa's Avatar
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    "Listen then, sons of Mali, children of the black people, listen to my word, for I am going to tell you of Sundiata,
    the father of the Bright Country, of the savanna land, the ancestor of those who draw the bow, the master of a hundred vanquished kings.
    I am going to talk of Sundiata, Manding Diara, Lion of Mali, Sogolon Djata, son of Sogolon, Nare Maghan Djata,
    son of Nar Maghan, Sogo Sogo Simbon Salaba, hero of many names.
    I am going to tell you of Sundiata, he whose exploits will astonish men for a long time yet.
    He was great among kings, he was peerless among men; he was beloved of God because he was the last of the great conquerors."

    l_a_n_c_e_r
    MARIDIATA

    the young prince of lions

    ALTERNATE CLASS
    Archer
    ALIGNMENT
    Chaotic Neutral
    IMAGE VA
    Sakaguchi Daisuke
    IMAGE SONG
    Bright Sandstorm
    NATURAL ENEMY
    Alexander



    STR B | END C
    AGI D | MAG D
    LUK C | NP D



    « Class Skill »Class Skill
    Magic Resistance C
    Cancels spells with a chant below two verses. The power imbued in a body blessed by the power of the bush.

    The great epic of Mali and the Mandinka peoples of West Africa, the Epic of Sundiata. Though it has been expanded upon in its passing-down over centuries by griot storytellers, the tale can be broken down into four essential sections; the birth of the lion; the lion in exile; the lion returning; the lion king. That being the case, Lancer's identity is that of the first half of the story, a Sundiata Keita Lily who still carries his childhood name of Maridiata as the King with Two Names. The Lion Prince, still brimming with potential, who has not yet become a King.

    "I understand how the tale ends, even if I am not yet there. I understand who Sundiata is, even if I do not yet feel as he will. Don't think too hard on it, and don't bother me with your questions. I am Maridiata, looking back on the start of his journey. A brat doing some soul-searching while I retrace my steps."




    « Personal Skills »Personal Skills
    Omen of the Hegemon-King A
    "Mystery of mysteries, this is the woman you must marry, sire, for she will be the mother of him who will make the name of Mali immortal for ever.
    The child will be the seventh star, the seventh conqueror of the earth.
    He will be more mighty than Alexander."
    The weight of expectations, heaped merciless as they were upon a boy before he was even born. This prince who was promised. A son born of wise king Maghan and repulsive maiden Sogolon would be, amongst all the peoples of Mali and beyond, the greatest of kings — such was the decree issued 'neath the silk cotton tree, and so it was that the king took a woman carrying the spirit of a beast, and so it was he bound her and made a wife of her, and so it was that their son was born. Even then, as he forced Sogolon to the ground, this woman possessed, considered hideous beyond compare by all, Maghan understood the forces at work. In the king's own words: 「It is useless. It is not me who has decided.」

    The fruit of their union, young Maridiata, was indeed of a special sort. Hideous and countenance as his mother had been. A child who, even at seven years, could not yet walk beyond the act of crawling across the earth, could not yet talk beyond the effort of mumbling an odd smattering of words. It was a given that in time king Maghan's court would grow weary of the wretch, this boy who seemed more a beast, more of the bush than of Man — how right they were.

    A potion of the spirit in Lancer he will one day hold as the King of Lions. Denotes a Child of Nature born from the Reverse Side of the World, a nature spirit incarnated in a body it had no idea how to use, an inversion in principle of a certain Keystone that was sent out to guide the peoples of Mali unto the Age of Man. Man's laws bind and breathe new life into a being of the bush, making him into all he did not know he could be. With his nature
    currently in flux, as a reminder he was not always a resident of this side, the World will occasionally intervene in his favour. Though still at that point in his life where he's a wild child above all else, already his spirit is beginning to twist, to the point one day he will not hold this Skill at all.

    "They spun so many stories around me, and each other. My people did, I mean. And my father. There were all these rules and words and ideas, so many I didn't understand them - no. I'll be honest, I didn't even try to understand them. If I could crawl on my hands and knees straight into the neighbour's hut and steal some fruit for myself, what was the point of law? What was the point of being proud you could stand on two feet? I didn't put my feelings in that many words, but it was something like that. Everything that made people human or whatever you want to call it felt like one great big lie, and it made my skin crawl. I thought the simpler life suited me better. And eventually, most people agreed.

    The old man though, the king? My father? Tch. He wouldn't give it up. ... Nah, that's not fair. Looking back now, it's more like he wouldn't give up on me. I could feel his eyes on me all the time, and he always had this stupid smile on his face when he talked about his hopes for me. That always got me. Why should I care what he expected of me? One day, after I really acted out, I finally saw his smile slip, and I thought I was free. It didn't feel as good as I'd thought, but at least I'd be left alone. Then the next day, he called me to his tent, and... He gave me Balla.

    My personal griot. The man who'd tell my story. Property wasn't a concept I was interested in; I lived in a hut, not my hut, there was no my story. I didn't have any use for a stranger singing lies in my name. I shouldn't have put up with it. For some reason, though... I didn't have the words in me. I was used to keeping quiet, but it wasn't like that. All I could think of doing was sitting with Balla, telling him he was mine now, and, well, he was so happy hearing that, I couldn't work it up to change my mind. Funny, that. I should've been mad the old man finally got one over on me, but... huh. It felt right."


    Bow and Arrow Creation E
    "Took up the bow!
    Simbon, Master-of-the-Bush!
    Took up the bow!
    Took up the bow!
    Simbon, Master-of-the-Beasts!
    Took up the bow!
    Took up the bow!
    Ruler of bards and smiths!"
    Long after the king's passing, and the crown passing over Maridiata to Dankaran, the child of Maghan's first wife Sassouma instead, Sogolon and her lame child had become the laughing stock of the court. Mocked, first behind their backs then in the open, for men have short memories, and the respect Maghan held for the prophecy had died with him, crowds would gather to admire that beastly child and what beastly idiocy must have possessed the late king to keep him around. It was a day like any other when somethingfinally snapped. Short on supplies with what little the king allowed her, Sogolon begged Sassouma for just a few baobab leaves with which to season her food — and oh how the queen mother laughed, declaring loud that her son, able of body and fleet of foot that he was, had provided her with many baobab leaves to share, and how generous she was, to before all the court allow this poor woman to help herself. Sogolon fled in tears back to her tent soon after.

    Oh Mother, why do you cry?
    You cannot understand, child. I can never wash away this insult.
    Cheer up, Mother. Cheer up. How can I make you happy?
    At your age that woman's son could bring her all the leaves she desired.
    I see. Would you want just the leaves?
    Hah! For this insult, I would want the entire baobab tree!
    Okay. I'm going to walk today, Mother.

    At Maridiata's request, the master of the forges provided a most unusual implement: An immense rod of iron, so heavy six men were required to carry it. Before all the people did the late king's lame son crawl over that great rod and, with the slightest effort, use it to finally rise up to his feet. The sheer force bent that mighty iron rod such that it became a bow, and on the spot did Maridiata's attendant Balla compose a hymn in his honour.

    With the use of his legs, Maridiata walked out to the baobab tree, tore it from the earth, and set it outside his mother's hut.

    The power to forcibly work through sheer strength any material into a bow or arrow, of limited use in the Lancer class. Smiths were exalted in Mande culture; they alone held the secrets of forging through fire, the power of transformation, to create the tools that allowed Man to fight against the bush. To create a bow of iron is a clear step into the world of Man. More than that...

    "Mother never gave up on me either. No matter how they treated her, she never let go of my hand, never stopped embracing me. She gave me a place to stay, food to eat... A little sister to bother me all day. There was another mess I never asked for. A family - was still an idea I was getting used to, but compared to everything else I put up with those seven years, this one was easy enough. Even wild beasts manage to care for their own, and I felt less and less like that every day. What finally set it off, though?

    Seeing her sob, this woman who called herself my mother. The woman who'd cried over me time and time again. She'd been hurt, but for my sake. How cruel the people who'd hurt her were, how kind she'd been with me... Those two ideas clashed in my head so many times in one second. And something shifted. I... really did just want to see her smile. Just for a little while.

    ...
    Ugh. Actually saying it feels even worse. For the record, she was an intolerable woman. Stubborn, and callous, and she always knew how to throw my words back at me. She smiled when I planted that tree for her, alright. And then she never got off my back ever again. She pushed and pulled me, fussed over me... never let me forget how happy she was with me. She learned the hymn Balla composed for me, that day I walked. So whenever she thought my mood was down, she could sing it to remind me. Really, what a troublesome woman she was... That was the first proper step I took over to this side. After my father's death, right there was when I started walking down the path called Sundiata. And I don't regret it one bit."

    Knowledge of the Bush A
    "Room, room, make room!
    The lion has walked;
    Hide antelopes,
    Get out of his way."
    A talent for hunting and survivalism of the highest calibre. In wild environments in particular, there is no beast that can evade him.

    Man is a fickle creature. No sooner had Maridiata learned to walk than the scorn of his peers became admiration, and all gathered about him to witness the strength and prowess of this once-wild child. Immediately he proved himself talented with the bow, earning the title of simbon, reserved for the greatest of hunters, and in time he gathered a throng of peers who followed him always. It was around the age of ten when he took to the name Sogolon Djata, the lion of Songolon, what then became Sundiata. By day, he hunted, and learned the laws of men from his faithful griot. By night, he rested, and learned the laws of the bush from his mother.

    As a woman who had once carried the wraith of a buffalo spirit in her body before the king made her his own, Sogolon's knowledge ran deep. The stories of the beasts of the bush, the foolish brothers of Man. How to trap and deceive them, how to butcher and honour them. How to identify and apply the secrets of plants. How to barter with and avoid being tricked by the powers of the bush. The legend of noble Alexander, the king of gold and silver whose shadow extended over the World. Djinn, nature spirits of the bush, interacted with the World from the exact opposite angle, the forces being hunted, the powers leading the unworthy astray. In other words, this was a human perspective; this was knowledge only a child of Man would have need of, and in guzzling it down did Maridiata affirm the first step he had already taken.

    Songolon spoke then, of the promise made before his conception, of the prophecy his father had kept his faith in. And right there Maridiata knew. From the bottom of his heart the boy wished to be king.

    "I'll be honest, those were happy days. All of a sudden, I was surrounded by people I hadn't even glanced at before. This whole time there'd been something bigger than me, and I hadn't even noticed was there, and it accepted me as a part of it. A community. We know who we are by knowing who we aren't; I'd pushed the world away before, but now, with my hunting fellows, my friends, my sworn brothers... I knew who I was, and that I belonged there.

    Accept the world, accept your place in it... Or something. By learning more about the bush with my mother, I felt more and more like I wasn't part of it. Separate, but distinct, but still connected. Then Balla did the rest. If the griots sing a man's story, then his deeds don't die with him, but last so long as there is someone to tell the tale... I think that's how he described it. Something like that. I was more interested in the stories than the philosophy. Hearing about the lands outside Mali taught me what Mali was - that it was my Mali. Then the stories of heroes... I didn't know the name for the feeling back then, the way my chest would start burning whenever Balla told me about them, but I know it now. Ambition."

    Journey of the Lion in Exile E+
    ""But I will return," added the son of Sogolon, vehemently. "I will return, do you hear?"
    "You know that you are going away, but you do not know if you will come back," the king replied.
    "I will return. Do you hear me?" Diata went on and his tone was categorical.
    A shiver ran through the king's whole body. Dankaran Touman trembled in every limb."
    But those innocent days could not last forever. Sassouma, determined as she was to stand in the way of Sundiata's destiny, scheming as always, would not let this child take her son's crown unopposed, thus Sundiata could never be safe under her watchful eye. This Songolon knew, and as a mother, she could not leave her son in the path of harm. He could not remain in the place of his birth. At the age of ten then Sundiata left Mali into self-imposed exile, vowing before the false king that he would one day return, to claim the crown that was his birthright, declared with such conviction all who heard him knew his words to be true. And Sassouma rejoiced at his departure, celebrated in err, for she did not grasp that she had driven young Sundiata to his destiny.

    "My sister Djamarou, and Balla, that impostor king sent them both away from Mali while we were preparing. To the hall of the king of Sosso, Soumaro Kante - his idea of appeasing a greater man, because he was weak that way. And what I felt then - it was rage, pure and simple. My first time having something taken from me, my first time truly knowing how it feels to have something. The first time my heart went wild like that. That wouldn't be the end. I wouldn't let it be. That, I knew, and I told Dankaran as much. Everything he'd taken would be mine once more. My rage taught me the strength of my own will."


    With his mother Sundiata travelled ever on, chased by the ill intent of Sassouma. Rarely staying in one place for long, forced to continue on the road, he met a great many people, of all walks of life, enriching his mind as the passage of time enriched his body. Through all the kingdoms he passed through there were new ordeals. When a group of wise witches sought to bait him into violence, when a king compelled him to a game with his life as the wager, when again and again he and his mother were forced out back onto the road, Sundiata met the challenge, with an able body, a wise mind —
    and a heart full of compassion. Never violent without cause, always fair yet never meek. The law of the bush is a law of the ruthless, but that law bound him no longer.

    "There were so many people we ran into. Traders, warriors, wanderers. People who'd been born with less than all the things I'd taken for granted and still made a life for themselves, people who lived with nothing but still shared what they could with us strangers, people who'd been hurt and hurt more but couldn't stop themselves from hurting others. Different places and different tongues made my heart long for Mali even more. But with all the force of my will, I decided. If the world was cruel, I would be kind."


    Far did his exile take him, past
    Wagadou, and Djedeba, and Tabon, deep into the lands of Ghana, to the great kingdom of Mema, where he became beloved by the king and his people. The prince in exile was never arrogant, but nor was he humble, rather he knew his own measure and acted in accordance with it. His prowess as a hunter was peerless, as indeed it was in the field of combat, for when the king on a whim took him out on campaign were the whole army astonished by Sundiata's bravery in throwing himself into the enemy, when not only his body but his keen insight allowed him to scatter enemy forces like leaves in the wind. Before long the king of Mema, having no heirs, decided to make Sundiata his viceroy, to the cheers of his people, praying the young man would succeed him one day.

    "Please. What they prayed for was a conqueror. A new king, mighty and merciless, who'd make all the surrounding lands their own, bathed in blood and glory. I refused. Those were the old tales. I'd heard them before, and I was tired of them. I knew the story of the King of Conquerors, who seized so many lands and marched out to sea with his soldiers, but even if I admired his power, I would not walk his path. What songs would Balla sing of me, the boy who had everything taken from him, who took everything from the people who had nothing? No. No more. If the world was cruel, I would make it kind."


    Similar to the road of flowers walked by a certain young knight, this is the determination and charisma of a boy on a journey. The hope in his heart, unfaltering, that will guide him one day to his destiny. A path he must walk to be all that he can be. His potential for personal growth is at its highest on this road, thus the more he forges connections, deepens his bond with the world of Man, the more his skills will expand. It was the will of the spirits that made him a child. It was the love of his parents that made him a human. But it would be the journey that made him a king.




    « Noble Phantasm »s'ra mansa
    great rod of the future king
    "The silk-cotton tree springs from a tiny seed—that which defies the tempest weighs in its germ no more than a grain of rice.
    Kingdoms are like trees; some will be silk-cotton trees, others will remain dwarf palms and the powerful silk-cotton tree will cover them with its shade."
    The Noble Phantasm of Lancer Maridiata, embodying his connection to two trees that grow through the land of Mali. The silk cotton tree, under which the prophecy of his birth was first delivered. When Maghan for a moment doubted whether this lame child could truly be the future king he was promised, he consulted his soothsayers and griots, who reminded him that the silk cotton tree itself is at first unassuming, before it bursts into brilliance with all beneath its branches. Maridiata, too, was a child filled with potential.

    The baobab tree, that Lancer uprooted and replanted for the sake of his mother. Due to its distinctive appearance of branches resembling roots, the baobab tree was also known as the upside-down tree, supposedly jammed into the earth the wrong way round by the spirits. The tree of life, multiple species alongside mankind rely on its fruits and leaves, with everything from cloth to armaments to the strings of instruments made from its products. The act of planting the tree is that of the divine, whereas removing it is that of Man; in achieving both in succession, Lancer cements himself as still a child of two worlds.

    His qualification for the Lancer class, this Noble Phantasm permits that he compel both types of tree to burst violently forth from the earth to pierce his enemies - and then with his tremendous strength, pull the tree from the ground as a club to bludgeon them into submission. A fighting style suitable for the wild prince yet to wear a crown.

    But his connection to the baobab tree runs deeper. Seven years into his exile, in Mema Maridiata had learned much of the world; of the trade of goods, of the grievances and joys of men, of the secrets of the bush and kings. One day in the markets, Maridiata found something he had not expected: a supply of baobab leaves. As the tree did not grow in Mema, he knew the leaves to be from his home, and when he spoke to the merchants, they revealed more to him.
    Of the sorcerer-conqueror Soumaro Kante from Sosso, and the fear he struck into all who had fled him into Mema. Of the terrible magic he wielded, this wearer of human skin. Of how the usurper had already conquered Mali itself in the past year. Of the way the people oppressed, desperate, prayed for the return of their promised king.

    And Maridiata knew. The time to return home had come.

    The leaves scattered by the baobab trees Lancer summons function as a Command Spell of sorts; any ally of his in peril who holds one need only wish it, and he will appear in an instant at their side. He will allow nothing more to slip through his fingers.




    « Relationships » Relationships
    Alexander
    "So, this is Noble Alexander. The moment I heard about you, I thought of you as a rival. Hm? Then why don't we compete right now? You wish to wrestle or something? Pointless. I have no interest in force alone. It's what we build that matters... Huh? What do mean, tag I'm it? Where are you-- Hey, wait, don't-- You can't just-- Get back here!"

    Kullervo
    "You never received all of the love children like us should, and because of that, this was the only answer you could find... Am I right? But no, this isn't even an answer. You never found one. You don't have the malice in you to curse the world. Fine, then. Even if we come to blows, I won't say it's wrong, your way of life. And when it's done, I'll allow you to walk with me. Since... I could have grown to be something like you."

    Lucretius
    "Ugh. If you want to reject the dignity of standing on two legs and embrace your beastly urges that badly, you can just go crawl in the bush and die. The things there that will eat up what remains have more dignity than you."

    Alexandrina Victoria
    "... We all have choices. It's what separates us from beasts. Whether you grow up to compassionate, or cruel - I'm only looking at the person in front of me right now, who's yet to make that decision. You can't run from what will be. We can't run from what has been. But what we can expect of each other is to decide, and face what comes head-on. Your destiny's not decided yet, princess. Don't let it be decided for you."

    Yasutake Fujibayashi
    "You want me to what? Stretch...? Like an exercise? And say that dumb phrase while I do it? Why would I ever........ Fine, fine! Ugh. It's like Djarmarou's right here... Like this? And then... bi... bi... biiiiiiig stretch... Nn~ ..................................... You didn't hear anything. Nothing. Not a damn thing."

    Eshu
    "Ah, Pemba. You, more than anyone, should understand there is no wavering from this path. No-one decided it but me, and now I'll be the one to walk it. Proudly. There is no crossroad here, no wavering. Not anymore. I'm... sorry, if I'm awkward at this age. I know I am. ............... Asking if you can pat my head really ruins the mood, you know."

    Aisin-Gioro Zaitan

    "Your mistake was thinking her this far above you, when there are things any human can do to another, no matter how superior they presume themselves. Hm... Very well, I'll help you. First, don't let yourself confuse compassion with weakness. Second, retribution births ugly cycles, but justice exists those to punish those who deserve it. And you deserve better than this. Later, we can go out hunting together. But now, let's hold her down. If she is determined to break your will, let us start by breaking her limbs."




    « Craft Essence »

    When the Leaves Fel
    l

    I remember heading back to our home, after I found those leaves in the market.

    Despite how bold I was in front of everyone, deep down... I was wavering. I missed Mali, I yearned for Mali. I ached to take back what was mine. I could cast down Dankaran with ease, but I knew nothing of this sorcerer. And life in Mema was... comfortable. We had a home there, even if it wasn't the one I wanted. Mother could be happy there. We could live a good life there.

    This, I know. For I feel them still. I am the childish doubts Sundiata discarded when he left for home, retracing the steps to when that man outgrew me. Despite everything, I thought life in Mema would be best for us.

    But when I told her what I'd seen, she just... Mother just... smiled. I knew that look; when I uprooted a tree in her name, she'd smiled at me then, just like that. Proud, but sad, and knowing - and I knew, too, what was going through her mind. Seven years of traveling hadn't been kind to her. She'd endured so much, suffered so much, all... All for that moment.

    I sat by her bedside, took her hand. She talked to me of when I was young, how I'd grown. How proud she was and all the hopes she had for me.

    She was dead before the sunrise. I demanded the king of Mema let me bury her there. I set off that morning.

    My mother, Sogolon; I would build with my own hands the world she could live in, the world she deserved to live in.
    The kingdom of Mali, my kingdom of Mali; I would make it mine again, and give the people the king they were promised.

    Ah... I get it now. That is how I truly became Sundiata. This path is mine alone. And I will always walk it.




    « Sources » First ascension art and Final ascension art by redrabbit44.
    CE art by shirataki.



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    Maridiata: Alright I just HAD to come here. This little man, this little man tickles my fancy in an unexpected way. I absolutely loved what you did with him - I envy so much your capacity to mix a character's lore in their abilities instead of dedicating a whole section to lore like me or others do. I think it's charming and betrays an incredible knowledge of the material, enough to be in control of it and know exactly what to do with that. It seems easy, but it sure ain't. The final result is absolutely charming, and made me appreciate this epic that I had no idea it existed. ALSO. I NEED TO SEE HIM DOING BIIIIIG STRECCCCHHH. PLEASEPLEASE. PLEASE.
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    Borghild
    A Brother’s Recompense



    Source: JF Oliveras
    Class: Assassin (3 Star)

    -The first wife of Sigmund of the line of the Volsungs. A queen of noble repose. A cunning trickster.

    A master of poison who avenged her slain brother upon the incest spawn of her cursed husband. She tricked Sinfjotli, son of Signy and Sigmund (Brother and sister, I remind you) into his own death after he killed Borghild’s brother in a dispute over a woman, convincing him to drink a horn of poison by getting Sigmund drunk on two horns of wine, allaying the incest-spawn’s concern, and then allowing the king to push the murderer into drinking the third, poisoned, horn. Sigmund was made of stuff stern enough to survive the venom.

    Sinfjotli was not.

    After his death, Borghild was banished from the Kingdom and disappeared from the Saga altogether, fading into mist of memory and history.

    Alternative Classes:
    -Avenger (3 Star)
    -??? (5 Star???)

    Deck:




    Alignment: Chaotic Good

    Attribute:
    Earth

    Parameters:

    Strength: D
    Agility: C
    Luck: A
    Mana: A
    NP: A+

    Class Skills:

    Item Creation (Poison): B+
    -She cooked up a poison strong enough to kill an uppity member of the Volsungs: not simply an uppity Volsung at that, but one who had doubled down on the divine blood by the maddening incest of Sigmund and Signy. Suffice to say Borghild is, undoubtedly, a master poisoner, capable of crafting concoctions capable of killing even the mightiest foes, in particular the wicked among the blood of the divine, the wicked among men.
    Personal Skills:

    Espionage: B+

    -People knew the queen was present, of course: none could not notice her among the throngs of nobles. But her way with words was adroit and charming, her cunning a cut above the ken of common men, her air disarming: And so she was capable, and so she could lurk, and plot, and make crafty, cunning plots until such a time that she could trick Sinfjotli into drinking the poisoned wine, until such a time as she could play her husband, until such a time as she could outsmart her foe.
    Trickster Words: C

    -A trickster, of sorts anyway, Borghid lied to her wayward husband and through him, and the pressure he placed on Sinfjotli, made him to drink wine so potent it could kill even the mighty constitution of the line of the Volsungs: not slowly and painfully either, but within the moment it had passed his lips and into his gullet did the filicidal perish, his system shutting down as the mortality held within his soul quite simply turned into, metaphorical, steam—and there was not enough divinity to support that monster.
    Righteous Plotter: D

    -For all Borghild killed Sinfjotli for vengeance rather than out of pure moral disgust for the reaver, the fact remains that she did a noble thing in removing him; that she did a righteous thing in slaying him; that she aided the world in killing him. Her attacks against the wicked, the vile, the cruel grow stronger; or she can spread her poison and her strength, smearing the substance on the weapons and tools of her allies and allowing them also to reproach the wicked as she has.

    Noble Phantasm:

    The Judgement of the Living
    Domlaf
    B
    A particularly potent poison: the same poison, in fact, with which she killed that wretch Sinfjolti, sending him off to the hell he deserved. Brewed in vicious pots indeed, it burns out mortality, burns out humanity, burns out manhood, leaving behind only what is divine, what is beyond the mortal. It burns at cruelty, at evil as well, lighting them like a bright brand, lighting them like a cheap torch, burning away at flesh, burning at life, until nothing is left but a carcass. One needs the strength of Sigmund; one needs the strength of Volsung; to endure such a thing. Its greatest weakness is actually delivering the poison: it must be done as it was done against the Sinfjolti, and induce men who ought to know better to drink it, one way or another. Admittedly, binding them down and making the foe to drink is sufficiently close enough to function.

    Personality
    :
    For years she was married to that filicidal lout. For years she endured his treacheries, his excesses. For years she endured the brutality. For years she endured the dishonor of being known as the stepmother that wretched incest spawn, Sinfjolti. For years, she watched as a spoiled gods descendant wrought misery on the earth.
    And then one day, in a stupid fight over a woman, her brother was ripped away from her by the incest spawn.
    And in that moment she decided on revenge. She lured him and Sigmund both to drink in the funeral feast for her brother, and tricked Signy’s Son into drinking it: Twice did he rebuff her, wisely knowing the judgment she had plotted upon him; twice did Sigmund draught deeply of the horn, proving it was not unwell to the true Volsungs; twice did Borghild shame Sinfjotli for not drinking, and name him a coward; until at last he wrapped lips around the horn, and at last he drank, and died there at that very instant, falling dead, a smoking, burnt out husk of a carcass in moments.
    After that Sigmund banished her and she disappeared from the chronicles, dying not long after (A grandsire’s vengeance is a terrible thing for any mere mortal to face).
    But in that instant she gained a few desires, covered under a charismatic, noble-woman’s mask:
    One, never again to be so chained to so wretched a man. A child-killer and incest-claimer, a murderer, a vagabond, a wretch: she wants to connect to the decent, not the strong, for the strong and the mighty have had too long a run and too much a say for too long as is.
    Second, to menace most of the Volsungs: Sigurd being a rare exception, being a much better man than his father for all he, too, wasted much of his life and his efforts seeking vengeance for that wretch of a man. But Volsung, Sigi, Rerir, all of those “Great Kings” who trampled on the people around them? Oh, one had rather cast themselves into a furnace than hope for mercy from Borghild.
    Finally, to learn: A deep thirst for knowledge fills Borghild, a thirst she has never quite quenched: many teachers she has sought and learned much from the teaching; indeed, one must question where she learned some of what she knows, and she certainly isn’t telling. In fact she’d disarm the question with a witty retort and a bit of poison (considerably less potent than she usually would, a draught of amnesia at worst) if needed. This is more emphasised in her caster form, as to be expected.

    Relationships:
    Cu Chulainn (Caster): “I’d say I feel bad for what I did to your ace in the hole…but I really don’t.”
    Borghild loathes “the man behind the mask”, so to speak, with the kind of contempt only someone who sees the architect of shoddy construction can. His plans are cruel, and worse, they don’t work, not to her anyway. But there seems to be almost something more personal, as well.

    Gilgamesh: “Oh, great king, master of the ancients, surely a man of your might and prowess need not fear the little poison of degraded days? And it is so refreshing a drink…”
    She is reminded, and too much at that, of Sigmund, of Volsung, of Sinfjotli and a dozen others she loathed beside by this arrogant upstart of a king. To trick him into drinking the poison, to see him dead or at least weaken him, that another might do the deed, that would be worth much.

    Nimue (Anju Addams):
    “Ooh, ooh, have you considered something more permanent for him?”
    Borghild, of all people, can certainly relate to loathing a plotter, one who sees the lives of the people around him as naught but fuel for the fire of prophecy and fore-seeing.

    Idunn (Anju Addams):
    “Master, I’m afraid I need to be somewhere else right now, it would be so darling to visit the French singularity again, wouldn’t it?”
    Borghild tries very, very hard to avoid Idunn, and has sought to keep from being trapped in a one on one conversation with her as much as possible.

    Sigurd: “A distinct improvement over your father, as both a man and as a husband. I would not have claimed his sword if I were you: There is too much innocent blood all soaked into it.”
    She sometimes gains a far away, painful look upon seeing Sigurd, remembering grim nights with his father, remembering loss and fights and bloodshed and cruelty, ever cruelty. She attempts to maintain a cordial air.
    Attempts.

    Wish on the Grail:

    “Hm, hm, hm, well I don’t particularly want to meddle with time…but I miss my brother, so here’s an idea.”

    Killing Sinfjotli before he can kill her brother.

    Whether it be dipping her brother’s spear in the poison, working some wretched wickedness into his bread, or even appearing at the court of Siggeir and dealing with him before he can grow old, Borghild would save her brother from his fate at the hands of that wretch by killing him.

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    Saber of Divine Judgement




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    A world on the brink of collapse,


    When Chaos and Injustice were poised to seize victory,


    Both the mortal and the divine cried out a prayer for salvation,


    And yet no Savior came,


    So I was made instead.


    I ask of you Contractor,


    What have you called upon me for?



    https://i.imgur.com/7sWQc1a.png




    Class: Saber
    True Name: Asi
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Source: Mahabharata, Hindu Myth
    Place of Origin: Himalayas, India
    Attribute: Heaven


    Likes: Nature, Theatre
    Height/Weight:150 cm/50kg
    Dislikes: Waste, Crime
    Talents: Dance, Combat, Arts and Crafts
    Natural Enemy: Apophis




    https://i.imgur.com/CzNJq0o.png



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    Class Skills





    Magic Resistance: A
    The well of power that flows through her body can cancel interference from opponents almost effortlessly.


    “To infringe on my being with sorcery is prohibited. If you are to attempt to do so, expect resistance and then immediate retaliation.”





    Riding: E
    With no remarkable anecdotes of riding any creature or vehicle of note, she has gained this skill at the lowest rank by virtue of her class container.


    “It was not deemed necessary for me to possess this ability upon my creation, I was meant to be a tool for the Gods, and in time I was gifted to man, but never was made to tame animals. I may adapt to such a thing if necessary but it is not a specialization which I possess.”


    Personal Skills





    Inherent Wisdom (Martial): B

    A variant of the Inherent Wisdom skill, specialized for an innate understanding of Combat arts. At base, it represents an aptitude for learning fighting techniques and polishing them at an accelerated rate while also allowing the temporary acquisition of various Skills related to martial arts or fighting techniques. Skills exclusive to a specific hero cannot be automatically emulated via this skill, but it is possible to imitate and learn such skills with sufficient observation and practice.


    “Though I was never granted the chance to fight as a warrior, the battlefield is my home and I shall thrive no matter where it is or what I must fight with.”





    Holy Sword Incarnate: A+

    Asi herself is a divine armament, a holy sword that stands amongst the pinnacle of those that bear such a title. She may bring forth any traits and functions of her blade form to the forefront. This allows transformation from sword form to their humanoid manifestation, and the ability to convert the magical energy that flows through themselves into a divine light— in a manner that is parallel to but distinct from Mana Burst (Light) and its variants. This light may manifest in two aspects, a strengthening light that improves what is infused into it or can be radiated as a destructive light that can erase the targets of her wrath. To fire a beam as a Noble Phantasm? No, such a thing is unnecessary. She is the Holy Sword. She can radiate such destruction as a mere skill.



    “As Dharma's Instrument of Execution, its light is engraved into my very being. It will invigorate the Just and destroy all that is Wicked. Wait, what was that? You want to wield me in my blade form? I would rather you not. Huh, why don’t I want to? I would rather not say.”

    Blade Form Appearance




    Symbiosis: A

    Even when summoned alone, their existence is inextricably tied to finding a partner. They would always fight by the side of one another, yet the unity between weapon and wielder meant they were, in a sense, fighting as one. But if they fight as one, it is in a sense fighting alone. This skill allows Asi to create a connection between themselves and a target they designate, to be seen as their wielder and thus an extension of themselves.


    This connection can act akin to a familiar contract, allowing telepathic communication alongside sharing magical energy and sensations between Asi and her chosen partner. In addition, Asi may choose to share various things such as Skills (excluding Symbiosis itself) and Blessings with the extent of what is shared and the status of the connection being completely at Asi’s discretion.

    As an additional bonus, when in combat situations Asi and her chosen partner gain a wordless, almost instinctual understanding and awareness of what the other is doing, granting greater ability to coordinate plans and actions in combat scenarios. This may be limited in effectiveness due to conflicts between Asi and her chosen partner, but it essentially provides the effects of the skill Combination up to B rank if compatibility is proven optimal.


    “Those who fight by my side share my strength. None who I choose as a partner will be unprepared for battle. But if you are chosen, you should also know the burden of my duty. So would you like to dance with me in the theatre of war?”

    Noble Phantasm


    https://i.imgur.com/tonJct2.png


    Name: Asi
    Title: Shining Star of Power
    Rank: A+
    Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Fortress
    Range: -
    Maximum Number of Targets: ???


    Description:
    While Asi’s entire existence could be seen as a Noble Phantasm, her spiritual core in isolation can be considered a Noble Phantasm itself. Her spiritual core is a top-class magical energy reactor of overwhelming output and supreme quality.




    When summoned in a standard grail war the generation is to such a degree that the cost of maintaining her summoning is completely offset and allows her to engage in combat with no external support. The magical energy generated by this reactor is refined and purified to the point it can match the quality of that possessed by the strongest of the planet’s Elementals. So when expended to enact thaumaturgical phenomena it demonstrates excellent efficiency and improved potency compared to most other sources of magical energy.




    In a sense, her spiritual core could be classified as akin to a holy grail in and of itself, due to the quantity and variable applicability of the energy produced. However, Asi herself applies this magical energy in a rather simple manner, using it to reinforce her body and armaments and expel the energy in a manner akin to mana burst or to fuel usage of her “Holy Sword Incarnation” Skill’s light generation.


    “The unity of destruction and creation, power incarnate is how some viewed me. What you’ll do with such strength at your disposal, I do wonder.”

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    https://i.imgur.com/BtzxU06.png


    Lore


    History:
    The first divine weapon, an armament created through the combined efforts of the Rishis, the gods, and through painstaking preparation and divinely executed sacrifice the assistance of the Universe itself. All with The Creator, the great Brahma, as the primary architect.


    In a time of darkness when the world was young creation had yet to properly settled. A time when those that opposed the Gods were positioned to usurp primacy over their domain (texture). The gods, the Rishis who had attained divinity through enlightenement and the mortals of the land were called to gather in the Himialaya mountains by the word of the Creator, Brahma. In preparation for this meeting, Brahma gathered his strength for 1000 years through the help of Shiva’s authority over time. Commands were ordered and a grand ritual was executed following his word. Wood from sacred trees, mani gems imbued with many curses and blessings, some even stated to grant wishes, Gold and many other precious and potent things in a grand sacrificial pyre. The Rishis in their enlightened wisdom performed many preparations in addition, executing thaumaturgy and arcane arts to further strengthen and hasten the ritual.

    The treasures were not to be destroyed by the fire, rather the treasures were both an offering and a set of components. With the prayers of mankind, and with each god amongst the young pantheon having sat before the pyre to donate some of their essence and strength towards this grand project, the final player in this ritual was summoned. The very universe was spoken to, with the prayers of the gods and man aligned the inner sea opened up and took in the materials to forge into a weapon, with the Creator himself assisting the task.

    A product of the world, the gods, and humanity aligning their wills. A shining blade was formed that could turn the tide of this grave moment, Asi was forged.


    Shiva took up the blade and massacred the demonic host. It was almost effortless on his part, as their combined power swiftly transformed an uncertain doom into a decisive victory.

    With the weapon’s purpose fulfilled, in time it was passed amongst the gods, and gifted to man soon after. It passed down a line of succession. Of those the Gods had deemed worthy but its strength was rarely exercised.

    The last one recorded to wield it was Drona, the great teacher of the Pandava Brothers in the Mahabarata. And he was said to be invincible in battle, brought down only by deception. But it was lost to history after. So obscured by the sands of time that only the word of Bhisma stands as a record of its existence.




    Wish for the Holy Grail:
    To feel useful once more, in a world where the gods have moved on and she's been mostly forgotten. To gain purpose.


    Relationships:

    Karna and Arjuna: “It is rather tiresome to see the gods war, and even more tiresome to see their children and offshoots war. Would you mind trying to relax a bit?”


    Rama: “You’ve been dealt an unfortunate fate. And yet through this you persist. Perhaps it is fortuitous you have manifested as a Saber and wield the weapon that carries Father’s name. If you wish for assistance in your goal, just say the word”


    Ashwatthama: “Your father was a good wielder. I am sorry we never got a chance to dance together in life.”

    Ibuki Douji: “Demonic, Divine, Draconic. And wielding a Divine Blade. I can feel a kinship with you despite our different philosophies. I’d rather not execute you, so try not to become like your other self please.”



    Artoria Avalon: “The Strongest Holy Sword, incarnated as a servant? You were also forged within the Inner sea? Wait, does that mean I’m the older or the younger sister?”


    Archetype Earth: “Odd to see you here cousin. Have you managed to clamp down on that bloodlust problem yet?”


    Agilulf: “The Knight that never was. You may have strayed from your original purpose but the justice you sought to uphold was beautiful. I would be honored to fight alongside you.”

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    Shine once more, supreme armament


    Destroyer Authorization Acquired
    Your true power is required


    Preserver Authorization Acquired
    Arise my child.


    Creator Authorization Acquired



    Conditions met


    Releasing Restrictions


    Ignition Set

    https://i.imgur.com/O6rNLVT.png


    https://i.imgur.com/VKxhudC.gif


    Grand Deployment Primed


    Awaken




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    The situation was dire,
    Preparations were made, many were gathered and a sacrifice was prepared.
    My Mother was the
    World
    Universe
    itself, and my Father was
    Brahma
    The Creator
    .

    But upon being born I was bound and restricted,
    After my purpose was fulfilled I was chained even further,
    And almost forgotten by history,
    And yet I awaken once more,
    I’d say it’s time to cut loose, wouldn’t you?




    https://i.imgur.com/2PYzYfV.png

    Class: Grand Saber
    True Name: Super Asi
    Alignment: Neutral Balanced
    Source: Mahabharata
    Place of Origin: India, Himalayas (Inner Sea of the Planet)
    Attribute: Star

    Likes: Surprises, Sports
    Dislikes: Confinement
    Talents: Killing
    Natural Enemy: Vritra

    Parameters


    https://i.imgur.com/QP1Uvwy.png




    Note: Her parameters may change greatly depending on the use of the Fusion Skill, but the Noble Phantasm and Mana stats will remain at EX regardless. In addition performance may shoot up when drawing on the energy provided by her first noble phantasm. When these factors aren’t utilized her parameters barring Mana and Noble Phantasm are identical to her restricted form despite the major changes in her physical frame.


    Class Skills





    Magic Resistance: -

    Their magic resistance level fluctuates with their desired energy output and their use of the Fusion skill.


    “Don’t underestimate me, even if this skill has no rank, I can deal with magic no problem.”






    Riding: -

    Such a skill has been discarded entirely. For it serves no purpose in their current state.


    “Not in the mood to ride anything right now. Don’t need to really.”


    Personal Skills





    Aptitude for Slaughter (All): A

    The true form of Asi’s combat arts that was transformed into the Inherent Wisdom (Martial) Skill in her restrained form. Death is what they were made to deliver. This isn’t merely a specialization in killing humans or using tools. An effectiveness at using anything and everything available to terminate a target alongside instantaneous acquisition of knowledge on how to best utilize their options to kill. Their body, the tools in their reach, the skills they possess. Asi gains a significant increase in both effectiveness and lethality in all actions when directed with the will to terminate a life.


    “Let’s cut to the chase. I’m a weapon, I was made to kill. And kill and kill and kill. I’m really good at it as a result.”






    Holy Sword Essence: A+++

    An evolution of Holy Sword Incarnate, retaining all abilities of the prior skill, now the very magical energy Asi possesses can be shaped into holy swords that carry the strengthening aspects and the light of her restricted form’s blade mode.


    “That’s more like it. Get to finally try out my swordplay with a weapon that feels just right. You want a sword too, contractor?”




    Blade Form in Awakened state.

    https://i.imgur.com/I5xugSA.jpeg
    This the form the blade takes once the seal has been lifted.
    https://i.imgur.com/1TaFkVA.jpeg
    The blade when it goes all out.
    The image sort of overlaps with the prior form, similar to how Excalibur Morgan gets wreathed in a black aura. Or how Richard's excalibur is depcited in the Strange Fake Anime


    The blades generated by this skill are often shaped after her blade form.







    Fusion: A

    An evolution of the Symbiosis skill that allows even further unity between herself and her target, allowing her to physically unite with her target in a manner akin to spiritual invocation and possession.

    While such a skill is normally used to combine with other sapient beings, Asi instead tends to use this skill to merge herself with other weapons, such as noble phantasms or Mystic Codes. In this usage she tends to assimilate the fused object’s abilities while continuing to fight in her humanoid incarnation.

    This skill may only be used with the permission of both Asi and the target, or in the case of items with spiritual connection to another (Such as a Noble Phantasms summoned alongside a Servant), permission of the original owner, and may only allow fusion with a single entity or item at a time. Asi may disengage use of this skill at their full discretion.


    “So what gear do you have to work with? Want to test out our options to see what I can fuse with for this summoning. Oh, yeah and before I forget. I don’t enjoy using this, but if things look bad and this is our best bet I can use this fusion power to merge with others, even you. It’s reversible, but using it is a bit too intimate for my tastes, you hear?”




    Noble Phantasm

    https://i.imgur.com/z13a7Q8.jpeg
    Name: Asi
    Title: Shining Star of Strength → Eternal Spark of Creation
    Rank: A++ → EX
    Type: Anti Unit, Anti Fortress → Conceptual
    Range: -
    Maximum Number of targets: -

    The Noble Phantasm of their restrained form is retained but has had its limiters released to become a true perpetual reactor. This NP contains a fragment of Brahma’s Creation Authority that has been further refined to make Asi’s core act as a pseudo white hole that endlessly produces energy from seemingly nothing.

    While unlimited energy is attained, the magical output is limited by the strength of their servant container and the strain the world applies. So as output is pushed higher, straining of the spiritual body and eventual collapse becomes increasingly inevitable.


    “Even if Mother expires, I will keep going. Even if Father has long departed from this realm, I will keep going. Nothing will make me stop. So try to keep up will ya?”

    Name: Asi
    Title: Sword of Exalted Victory
    Rank: EX
    Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
    Range: -
    Maximum Number of Targets: 1


    The Functionality that was incorporated into Asi and their greatest ability. Sealed away the combined efforts of the Trimurti as a cautionary measure before the gods gifted it to humanity. An ability that possesses aspects of both the Shapeshift and Self-Modification Skills, but has been elevated to a point where it borders upon Authority. When activated the target's limitations are increased and it has a chance of inducing a change of form and an evolution of their skills/abilities and even the awakening of new powers. It is in essence a function that carries the concept of "Exaltation”, to make the target transcend their prior constraints. This transformation is not permanent, and the moment this skill is disengaged the target of this skill will revert to their prior form. In that sense this Skill can be seen as a blessing that allows one to attain a "Super" mode.



    What makes this skill so remarkable is its flexibility and range of applicability. It has even allowed a Chief God Class Deity in the form of Shiva to attain an asceneded form with new and amplified abilities.


    The truth is that her current form is a result of continuous activation of this Noble Phantasm on herself, and she uses this ability on others via the use of the Symbiosis and Fusion skills.


    It requires gaining the permission of Shiva, Vishnu and Brahma to properly unseal this Functionality. But as part of the deal with the Planet to create Asi, it may authorize use of this ability when deploying Asi’s services.


    “Gonna take a lot for me to use this on anyone else, let alone you. Try not to disappoint me, and maybe you’ll get a chance, okay?”

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    https://i.imgur.com/Mu2diI3.png


    Alternate Stage Four
    https://i.imgur.com/bn3ZqCj.png



    Lore


    A note on her Grand Status:


    Grand Saber, or rather Grand Saber (Auxillary) is the rank she holds. An Auxillary Grand, otherwise known as a Vice Grand, is a servant that is summoned to assist the primary holder of the seat, or act as a substitute in the case that the primary holder of the title is unavailable or unsuitable for the current task.
    Her ability to generate energy endlessly, independent of the world itself makes summoning her a good emergency measure if external support is hindered, and her Sword of Exalted Victory Noble Phantasm allows her to greatly empower an ally, to make best use of the resources present at the scene.


    If the world is truly at the brink, it will summon her alongside the True Grand Saber, so they may work in tandem to overcome the crisis.


    History:

    When she was born, it was not in the form of a sword.
    Rather that was the second form she took.

    At her birth she was a creature whose very existence shook creation once it manifested. The stars fell, the fields burned and the very texture of the world was warped by their presence.

    A monster of overwhelming strength. Calamity incarnate had been born. A creature that was beyond the realm of the demonic or the divine. Something far more terrible than the demonic usurpers who brought chaos to the world. And yet it was changed in an instant by the Creator’s will, a function engraved during construction. From a monstrous yet divine being to a Shining Armament. A blade that Shiva proceeded to eradicate the demonic usurpers with.


    But she was not able to return to her original form. Bound as a blade for the rest of her days. She tolerated such treatment while she was passed amongst the gods, but she was still deemed too dangerous even as a blade denied it’s agency.

    So Vishnu declared that her true strength should be sealed, and she would be kept amongst the mortals for safe keeping. The rest of the Trimurti acquiesced and placed a seal on her true power.

    So she was restricted, having her greatest Functionality sealed away, and still bound as a blade to be passed amongst wielders through time. With knowledge of the sin committed against her and her original personality locked away deep in her mind. The ages passed with her only options being to slumber or observe the world through the actions of those who wielded her, for many coveted her strength even in such a state.

    It was in the hands of her last wielder Drona, that her limit was reached. The grief experienced by that man during the deception that led to his death. Her inability to tell him the truth. And the lifetimes of confinement had finally broken down her will. So she sent out a prayer to her mother. And her mother answered, returning her to the Inner Sea of the Planet, taking her into her embrace. And yet a record of her existence was engraved to the throne of heroes by the words spoken by the Sage Bhisma. And through this link, she has been summoned.


    Wish for the Holy Grail: To live freely and learn what it truly feels like to have agency. Due to her time spent being wielded by various heroes, she has a lingering desire to go on a heroic adventure and perhaps carve her own legend into history.



    Relationships:


    Atalante: “Huh, that pelt ain’t bad, lady. Let out your wild side and maybe we can go hunting some time.”


    Gilles de Rais (Caster): “A for effort on trying to defy God. But you really aren’t doing it with the best style. Summoning a bunch of outer god’s lackeys, really? You gotta get your hands dirty if you want to spite the divine. So come at me, let’s see how far your hatred burns.”


    Altera: “Seems she’s also not able to go all out normally. Part of me is itching to kick her ass, but another part of me wants to just pat her on the head. Not her fault she was made that way.”


    Surtr: “You really don’t know how to relax. All about destroying, destroying, destroying, but the moment you start you wipe everything out in one go. Boring! Try to live a little instead of just trying to self destruct with your texture.”


    Suzuka Gozen: “Really going all in the highschooler schtick aren’t you? Well, I can feel the love from the blades you wield. I hope your hubby is good with all the flirting.”


    Artoria Pendragon: “How many of you are there? If it was so easy to pop out Excaliburs, why didn’t Mother lend Father one of them? Eh, for better or worse, I was born from the fact, still maybe you can fill in for me when I don’t feel like answering the call of being a Grand, okay?”






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    Craft Essence:
    https://i.imgur.com/kPRHBu3.png


    The moment of her birth. The day the first sin was committed against her.


    And despite everything, she could not begrudge them for what they did.


    Her mind drifts back to that point, and she remembers that sadness in her father's eyes, as everyone else stared in amazement.


    Perhaps if things went differently, they could have lived together.


    But she must move forward, even if she will never forget the past.


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    Image Citations



    I used these templates to help make the Servant and Craft Essence Cards:


    https://www.reddit.com/r/grandorder/comments/qy2ddb/i_painted_and_upscaled_every_asset_in_fgo_servant/


    Craft Essence Source:
    https://norse.mythologyworldwide.com/asgard-the-divine-realm-of-creation-and-destruction/
    I got the image from here. I couldn’t track down the original artist but I tinted it blue and used it as the craft essence background.


    The Seals.

    The Shiva Symbol is just Trishula Shakti from FGO Materials as wielded by Parvati.

    The Vishnu symbol is the Chakram that Ashwatthama wields also taken from FGO materials.


    The Brahma symbol is a Danda, a type of meditation rod, with a lotus symbol on top. This is my artistic depiction of the Brahmadanda (an item that has the power to negate the effects of any other astra) to stand in as a symbol of Brahma. I could have used Brahmastra from Rama but it didn’t feel to fitting.


    The combined symbol is just a compass rose with some edits.


    The images for the first and second ascension version of Asi are concept art of the Xenoblade Chronicles 3 character Sena, specifically from Xenoblade Chronicles 3: Collected Works


    The image for the third stage is an official render of the character Versusia from Granblue Fantasy Versus Rising.


    The final stage art is fanart of Versusia from this post on Twitter/X
    https://x.com/ac_rosemary/status/1823654380345901241
    Which they also posted on Reddit here.
    https://www.reddit.com/r/GranblueFantasyVersus/comments/1erxe61/oc_i_drew_versusia/


    The Background of ascension 1 and 2 is from here.
    https://anime.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/2110959/
    I’m uncertain on the artist at this point as well.


    The background for ascension 3 is from here.
    https://wallpapers-clan.com/wallpapers/endless-blue-starry-sky/
    No details on the maker


    The Class Card for Stage 3 is an edit of this image, another fanart of Versusia from Granblue.
    https://x.com/smirkingcat/status/1824154408172785832


    The Bladeform in stage 1 and 2 is a modified/edited version of a sword from Genshin Impact. Specifically the sword wielded by the male version of the character known as The Traveler, who from what I can gather is the protagonist.


    https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Traveler%27s_Original_Sword
    See the original here.




    The Blade form in stage 3 is from this artist. Arnaerr on artstation.
    https://www.artstation.com/artwork/xYVwPR
    https://arnaerr.tumblr.com/post/695259317690122240/swordtember-2022-cosmic-full-process-is-up-on


    Here are links to where he posted it on Tumblr and Artstation.




    The image of the sword when it goes all out and unleashes its full power is from this post on Deviantart.
    https://www.deviantart.com/hylidia/art/Swordtember-2022-Day-9-Wish-928897148


    Shining Star of Power NP Image Source


    https://www.shutterstock.com/image-vector/fire-ball-flame-burn-vector-background-67846789


    Eternal Spark of Creation NP Appearance.


    https://www.artstation.com/artwork/rrLZ6




    The Symbol for Symbiosis is the skill icon for Binding and Fettering for the fan made Binder class, which I believe was made by Del Ray. If I am incorrect, then I will amend such.


    The symbol for the fusion skill is a crop of a screenshot of the Polymerization Duel Mate Base from Yugioh Master Duel, sourced from the Yugipedia wiki.





    Author's Notes

    It's a rework of an old sheet I made a while back.
    Saber - Asi
    This one specifically.


    I hope it's at least better than the last version.


    I've been stewing on it for a long time, refining and reworking bits. Adding stuff then cutting. It's been a whole process.


    Myth wise there isn't much to her legend. Just a few thousand words in Mahabarata, but I wanted to properly expand on it.


    The relevant text is here, if you want to properly gauge and compare it to the source material.


    https://sacred-texts.com/hin/m12/m12a165.htm


    Some deviations that have occured are the fact that the sword's initial form was described as a Male Blue Demonic creature. I changed this to the have the red female Versusia, both because the image really caught my attention during the face claim search. But also to help highlight the connection to Brahma. Brahama is often depicted as a red skinned figure, so I believed that his "daughter" sharing that trait could help subtly emphasize that connection.


    She is not necessarily a demon or a god or a dragon. She is meant to be a creature that transcends such boundaries, or at least stands outside of them. Just like how Enkidu isn't necessarily a god or human. Yet since she takes aspects from all three, she feels kinship with Ibuki Douji who also carries aspects of all three.


    I noted that she sees Arcueid as a cousin due to her being a "Child" of the planet as well. And her nature of representing a pseudo white hole or star makes it so she is a similar class of being to Arc who represents the Planet.


    So I tried to make an entity similar to Enkidu or Castoria, as a weapon of the Planet, but with my own take on things. I might have taken some creative license, but I think I've been able to integrate it well enough into the current lore.


    In the creation of Asi there are references to several other myths and pieces of Lore.
    In the original Text, it is noted that Brahma took a lapse of 1000 years before starting the process, so I decided to integrate the lore from Lostbelt 4 of Shiva's Time authority, to put Brahma through a similar training/preparation time to what Super Karna needed. This is to make the forging of Asi to seem a bit more pressing in terms of necessity, as the use of a god's authority to properly prepare gives it more urgency than just waiting a 1000 years at the start.


    Wishing trees and sacred trees of Indian Myth, were used as fuel. As well as Mani gems which are said to be able to grant wishes or carry sacred powers.


    Rishis are mortals that attained divinity through enlightenment and wisdom. Which are noted to have assisted in the source text. So I thought making it a joint venture between the world, the gods and mankind would be a good symbolic way to create a "Sword of Victory", in a way that paralleled but was distinct from Excalibur.


    Gold was included within the source text, and since I had the idea of making her generate power, having them act as a Grail came up as an idea when I communicated the base concept with the user known as You on Beast's Lair.


    They are meant to be able to fight by themselves if need be, but truly to shine best with a partner by their side.


    The way she can super reinforce her body via her energy genration NP is partially inspired by Hippolyta from Strange Fake, specificallly her Goddess of War NP (aka Mars' Sash), this also influenced the classification and rank to a degree.




    Thanks to both You and gears for acting as sounding boards at various points for this sheet.


    And the CaS discord as a whole for helping me here and there when I ask questions.


    PS: I might edit this to add a bunch of reactions to other servants later.

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    Nice sheet Gray, but I thought the prompt was to use a epic that you aren't familiar with?

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    Quote Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious View Post
    Nice sheet Gray, but I thought the prompt was to use a epic that you aren't familiar with?
    The way it was phrased made it sound like bonus criteria.

    Like the prompt itself is Epic Poetry and it being unfamiliar was an extra challenge. If that was the core, then my bad.

    I was working on this one for a long time, so I used the contest as a reason to push me forward to finally finish it off.

    So if it is disqualified, so be it.
    But I am happy this contest helped me finally get it done.

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    Quote Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious View Post
    Nice sheet Gray, but I thought the prompt was to use a epic that you aren't familiar with?
    I'm gonna force asterism to make a rule in this contest prohibiting people from reading the prompts past the first word so that you all stop fucking gaslighting yourselves into thinking people are asking for impossible prompts for no reason.

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    Rider of the Wandering Love




    Class: Rider
    True Name: Sawerigading
    Origins: La Galigo
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


    Strength: A
    Agility: B
    Endurance: B
    Mana: B+
    Luck: E -
    NP: EX


    LoreThere are once twins born under the fate of doomed love. The Gods above warn their parents to raise them separately or else their love will spawn a great calamity that will destroy their kingdom, so their parents separate them. The Boy Saweigading was allowed to roam free in the palace gardens while his twin sister We Tenriabeng was left in the attics. One day when he was playing around the palace. He spotted his twin sister and fell madly in love on the spot. So he pursues endlessly. We Tenrianbeng was caught off guard and tried to dissuade her brother. She cares about him but not in this way so at her wit's end. As their parents find out they promptly banish Sawerigading. Feeling bad about her brother. We Tenriabeng blurted out that another princess in China had the same face as her named We Cudaiq.


    Happy with this alternative, the prince set sail towards China in search of his princess. First, he has to make his ship, and for that, he sets out to find the wood he needs to make the journey. He found a giant tree whose roots reached the inner sea and whose branches reached the heavens it took three days even fully to fell the tree. From that wood, He raises a fleet of ships that can sail even beyond lands towards the reverse side of the world after traversing the stormy seas and battling through 7 fearsome foes. He reaches the shores of China.

    There he purpose to his sister look alike. We Cudaiq at first was apprehensive as the scouts seemed to lead to believe that Sawerigading was a wild man based on the unkept appearance of his crew. So, when the gifts begin to arrive she rejects them. That sends Sawerigading in monstrous rage as torches the entire palace and the surrounding towns to ash. The servants of the palace beg We Cudaiq to accept the proposal to stop the rampage of Sawerigading. She reluctantly agrees, But under one condition he only beds her in the cover of darkness in a room with seven walls guarded by seven guards underneath 7 layers of nets.


    Then after a while We Cudaiq began to have odd cravings which led to the birth of the titular character of the Epic La Galigo. So Sawerigading sends 7 phantasmal doves in search of these 7 peculiar items. After a while, We Cudiaq eventually mellows out ( Stockholm Syndrome) and asks to see his home kingdom. At first, he was apprehensive about it since he had been banished. We Cudiaq finally convinces him that he has her as his wife. So things should be okay with his sister and the rest of the family. But as soon as the twins see each other again they fall into a tender embrace and spend a passionate night together. Then the heavens and the inner sea them apart along with the whole kingdom. Cutting the world now away from them leaving only a few scant survivors in its wake.


    PersonalityThe way to describe the guy is the blind lover, as cursed implanted on his Saint Graph. As soon as he is summoned he would proclaim any woman that vaguely matches his ideal version of his twin sister to be his one true love. Which more often than not to be the master that summons him. So in essence the guy is a really true simp. So much so that it is advised that the guy is under constant surveillance whenever he is near a woman. Just in case, it might draw his affection cause wants he wants someone's affection he will render the world asunder just to get it. So, for imperative for you to keep a better watch of him regularly. However, this might prove challenging as he by nature has an adventurous spirit and loves exploring the world. So keeping track of him is quite the chore. In the inevitability that he fell in love with someone it best to have the subject of his desire just give vague answers to make Sawerigading think he has a chance, if she just avoids directly rejecting or accepting his love it won’t trigger his Noble Phantasm and all is right in the world.


    Class SkillsRiding ( EX Rank): He is an expert in all vehicles as he sails using a phantom fleet from the reverse side. This skill works better on boats but has a weird glitch. The guy would always forget how to go back to where he has been and trying to sail/ride his back back can lead to crashes and accidents.

    Independent Action (C++ Rank): The skill to remain active without mana coming from a master. Sawerigading can function a bit without a master for a few days. Provide he is within a vehicle that is sailing on a voyage.


    Personal SkillFamiliar Conjurations {Doves} (C++ Rank): A skill that allows Sawerigading to set out doves to monitor and scout the battlefield. It can be commanded to search and grab for things. It particularly has an affinity to grabbing strange spell components. If somehow they fail, they will turn into effective substitutes for them.

    The Skill is based on the rituals that he and his forefathers performed during a wife's pregnancy. As they began to have strange cravings, these birds were assigned (read: threatened) to source the heavens, earth, and the undersea for them.


    Voyaging through the Inner Seas (EX Rank): A Skill that allows Sawerigading to ride the turbulent currents of the inner sea. This allows him to effectively zero sail across different textures/ planes of existence to get to his destinations.

    A manifestation of his long voyages to lands unknown and of his divine fleet. He traverses both the material world, the heavens above, and the Inner Sea.



    Moodswing Madness (A- Rank): A Madness Enhancement Skill, that procs based on The user's emotions. This makes Sawerigading's strength/power increase the intensity of his emotions. The more intense the emotion is the higher the scaling is. The more mellow the emotion the lower it is. This causes him to be more prone to mental manipulation, especially charm.

    A wild child, whose prone to bouts of emotional rampage and fury. He lived his life based on impulses that couldn't seem to control well. Often he resorts to massacres when in a distressed state. However, it's not true madness as the guy would easily mellow out if given sufficient reasoning and alternatives to his denied request.



    Noble PhantasmKalempang Dewatae Namasèiwi

    Type: Anti-Island(Self)
    Rank: EX

    This Noble Phantasm is a dead man switch. A literal self-destruct bomb was implanted within him by the throne. Whenever someone he is truly in love with reciprocates his feelings. The Calamity of his kingdom is unleashed once more as the gates to the reverse side open like an unstable black hole that collapses on itself. It's a reset button by the gods. As it leaves the large swaths of the area in a ghost town. Due to a twist of fate, the NP always leaves two people of the opposite gender to be the only survivors of the attack.

    The prophecy of calamity follows Sawerigading's whole life in his shadows. Though nobody ever tries to tell him this. As such the memory of this Noble Phantasm is always locked away in his mind.




    Misc LinesLikes (Gudao): Well, I enjoy plenty of things but I enjoy stuff that comes in sevens. It’s such a lucky number.

    Likes (Gudako): Why you of course my dear. There isn’t anything I like more than you.

    Dislike (Gudao): I tend not to dwell on that kind of stuff that ruins the mood. Well, then I guess, you can count negative questions as my answer.

    Dislikes (Gudako): Well, I hate whatever you hate master.

    Holy Grail (Gudao): Well, what I want to wish for is obvious. Is for my twin sister is here and we could love each other without being patronized!

    Holy Grail (Gudako): I don’t need the Grail cause I have my wish come true here. And besides I rather make you fall for me by my own deeds rather than a cheat such as the Grail.


    RelathionshipMaster (Gudao): You are a baby when it comes to love. All these ladies swooning after you but you act clueless. Oh really, sure buddy, then if that is true which lady is your favorite?

    Master (Gudako): Hello, there My Princess, how radiant you are shining like the morning sun over the blue horizon. The view that long set sail after, for you. I will sail through hell or high water.

    Dioscuri: Huh, I wish I had that type of relationship with my twin sister. Frankly, I am jealous of them having shared a spirit origin.

    Voyager: I see, this young boy. As traverse the Cosmos beyond the sky for something even grander. That puts a bit of a tear in my eye.

    Idunn: These Wonderful Apples should make a good gift to my beloved. What is your price to take just a couple of them?

    Lucretius: Sex for Sex sake is just boring, there must be something deeper between the couple to make something spectacular.

    Siyâvash: Huh, something about his story reminds me of something I forget but it’s probably nothing of note. I wouldn’t worry too much about it since we are from very different tales.

    Gunther: Sucks to be you, I can kind of understand you but there's not much for me to say other than you blew it.

    Nīlakēci: Hey, this stuff happens to many people. It’s human nature to seek the most ideal person in many ways. Yours is basically hype yourself up on those pages and me well I seek the ideal love.

    Nimue: Master, I can feel her disdain for me a mile away what’s up with that? Oh, I see yeah fair enough for her to be disgusted at me but rest assured. I am not attracted to her whatsoever. Since I already have an eye for someone else.

    Maridiata: Home, huh it’s been so long since I have last seen mine, come to think of it. Whatever happened to mine anyway.

    Borghild: Yup, that temper reminds me of my wife. The least pleasant parts, I was hoping she be the one but something about just seemed off for me.


    Bond CEVoyage for Love.



    The Light of the Rising Sun, the constant everlasting light ahead. I always sail to many different places in search of this elusive love that would fill me with touches of its warmth. No matter where I go it gently greets me each morning. But at last, it always seems out of reach. But then again its light has always smiled down on me. No matter what or when, just wait love. I will keep chasing your smile till the end of time.






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    "Charioteer, who exactly is this Drona? And who are all these Ksatriyas? If it were Indra himself on his elephant Airavata accompanied by hosts of immortals, I would fight him at the forefront of battle; so these Ksatriyas casue me no alarm. This enemy army is not worth one sixteenth part of me! Son of a Suta, even if in battle I were to encounter my mother's brother, world-conquering Vishnu, himself, together with my own father Arjuna, I shall fell no fear."
    - Mahabharata, Vyasa, translated by John D. Smith



    Abhimanyu - Prodigy of the Foolish Charge

    Class: Archer Alternate Classes: None
    True Name: Abhimanyu Source: The Mahabharata
    Gender: Male Region: India
    Height/Weight: 170 cm/66 kg Attribute: Sky
    Image Color: Light Blue Armament: Bow, Wheel


    Parameters
    Strength: B
    Agility: B
    Endurance: A
    Luck: D
    Noble Phantasm: A++
    Mana: B

    Class Skills

    Magic Resistance C
    A level of magic resistance that allows for the resistance of any spell with less than two verses in its chant. This skill cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of greater magecraft or equivalent rituals.

    Independent Action A
    Abhimanyu can operate without a Master, provided he is not using too much magical energy. Under normal circumstances, it would be possible for Abhimanyu to survive for a week without a Master provided Abhimanyu does not engage in particularly strenuous combat or use a mana-heavy Noble Phantasm.

    Personal Skills

    Unfulfilled Potential B
    A skill representing one with great potential that was not fully realized. As a warrior who equalled the great hero Arjuna at only 16, Abhimanyu may very well have become a truly invincible hero had he reached his full potential. However, the fact that his abilities still grew so vast to begin with means that he has a lower rank in this skill.

    This skill allows Abhimanyu to grasp the nature of many techniques by sight, but he will misunderstand the information in a critical way that will leave him unable to perfectly replicate nor defeat the technique.

    Battle Continuation B
    Even when severely wounded by the weapons of the Kauravas and hopelessly outnumbered, Abhimanyu did not quit fighting. He possesses not only the constitution but also the courage to fight no matter how guaranteed his death is.

    Valor B
    Abhimanyu was a talented young fighter, able to battle against the Kuru warriors with some success even before his final rampage on the Thirteenth Day of the Kurukshetra War. Tutored by his father, the great hero Arjuna, in combat, Abhimanyu excels in combat.
    As such, Abhimanyu is resistant to mental interference and his ability in hand to hand combat is increased.

    Noble Phantasm

    Illusory Divine Bow
    Gandharva Rudra
    Rank: B
    Classification: Anti-Army

    The divine bow wielded by Abhimanyu, combined with the astra he relied upon most heavily.
    In contrast to his straightforward and hot-blooded personality, Abhimanyu relied heavily upon the Gandharva Weapon - a weapon which serves the primary purpose of casting illusions.
    Minor uses of this Noble Phantasm, such as interfering with an opponent's sight so that they miss and attack do not require Abhimanyu to release this Noble Phantasm's true name - functioning almost like a standard skill. Larger acts of illusion, such as crafting a fake army do require a True Name Release.
    During the Thirteenth Day of Battle in the Kurukshetra War, Abhimanyu used the Gandharva Weapon to make it appear as if he were 10,000 warriors who could all fight simultaneously. The greatest ability available to [Rudra Gandharva] is the ability to make that illusion reality.
    Upon releasing the Noble Phantasm’s true name and summoning his army of clones, the Divine Weapon Rudra will permit an additional arrow to be fired for each clone - corresponding to the clone's location. While the clones cannot engage in close combat due to their illusory nature, there ability to unleash a mass attack in cooperation with their original makes this Noble Phantasm incredibly dangerous.

    Abhimanyu will sometimes use the illusory abilities afforded to him by this Noble Phantasm to make a small squad of clones to serve as his personal hype men.


    Final Gambit in an Unwinnable Battle
    Hatasha Ka Pahiya
    Rank: A++
    Classification: Anti-Unit (Self)/Anti-Army

    “Alright, twist and snap! There goes my bow…and here comes my wheel! I don’t got long right now, so mind giving me the full spotlight? Hatasha Ka Pahiya!”

    A Noble Phantasm that recreates Abhimanyu’s great day of battle - the 13th Day of the Kurukshetra War. It is effectively a Noble Phantasm that admits that Abhimanyu is simultaneously [undefeatable] and [doomed]. Activated when his bow is broken, Abhimanyu can then wield a weaponized version of the chariot wheel he used during his final stand. Abhimanyu’s physical capabilities and durability is exponentially increased during this state. In addition, when facing an opponent in one on one combat, that person’s strength and prowess will be added to Abhimanyu’s and multiplied - effectively creating a servant who is incapable of being defeated in a 1v1.

    There are two critical weaknesses of this Noble Phantasm, however. The first is that, when faced with a group of opponents, Hatasha Ka Pahiya can only take the strength of his strongest foe, meaning that he can still be outnumbered and beaten down just as he was in legend. The second weakness, and perhaps the most dire, is that using this Noble Phantasm is an admission that『The Hero Abhimanyu is doomed』. Using this Noble Phantasm severs Abhimanyu’s connection to whatever source of mana he was using and makes him unable to form a new one. Given the increased mana consumption Hatasha Ka Pahiya induces, this puts Abhimanyu on a strict timer for him to take advantage of his strength before he dies.

    History

    --Open History--During one of Krishna and Arjuna’s adventures, Krishna discovered it was the plan of his family to marry off his sister, Subdhara, to Duryodhana. Being against this plan, he convinced Arjuna to abduct Subhadra and marry her instead. This union produced Abhimanyu - who turned out to be a genius surpassing even his father in raw talent.

    Although only 16, Abhimanyu travelled to join his father and his brothers during the Kurukshetra War. In spite of his young age, he proved to be one of the mightiest warriors that the Pandavas had on their side. In fact, until the day of his death, Abhimanyu was not defeated even once. Over the course of the 13 days Abhimanyu partook of the Kurukshetra War, he defeated everyone from Bhisma to Ahvatthaman, Duryodhana to Karna in one on one battle. However, on the 13th day of the war, Abhimanyu’s luck ran out. Sent by Yudhisthira to piece together the Kauravas’ Chakravyuha formation, Abhimanyu successfully broke into their army, slaying countless soldiers and defeating many of the Kaurava champions once more. However, the Kauravas eventually cast aside the rules of war and attacked Abhimanyu all at once. With all of the great Kaurava champions arranged against him, Abhimanyu eventually fell, fighting to his last breath with nothing but a chariot wheel in hand.

    Abhimanyu’s death, and the break in the code of war that it required, would prove to be a tipping point; with both the Pandavas and the Kauravas resorting to more and more underhanded tactics until there were only 11 total survivors.


    Personality

    --Open Personality--Likes:
    “What do I like? Awesome things, of course. Like me, my dad, Uncle Bhima, shiny things, an awesome showing in battle…ah wait, you can’t really define awesome with something being awesome…I like what I like and what I like is awesome! There, problem solved!”
    Dislikes:
    “It’s a bit of an odd opinion out on my mom’s side of the family, but I’m not a big fan of butter. I don’t actually like dairy that much at all. I mean, I like milk cause I need it to grow, but nothing more than that!”

    The perfect image of an enthusiastic child prodigy.
    Abhimanyu is both a quick learner and someone always eager to learn. For many teachers, he would be described as an “Ideal Student” for his receptiveness to new ideas and his commitment to learning them. The exception to this would be those who teach matters of worldview: ideals and philosophy. Abhimanyu’s rather stubborn and arrogant in matters of outlook, believing himself to have already found all the correct answers.
    Although he is by and large helpful, genuine, loyal, and compassionate, Abhimanyu possesses the arrogance and self-righteousness one would expect someone of his skill at his age to possess - Abhimanyu is the type who can’t resist gushing over things he like and can’t refrain from making his opinion known about things he doesn’t.
    Of course, this is all undercut by the fact that his metrics for expressing what he likes and doesn’t like is typically some range between “awesome” and “not awesome”.

    In short, Abhimanyu is the sort of stubborn young hero who will never abandon a course of action once he’s decided it is righteous.


    Reflection
    --Reflect--It is undeniable that the tale of the young man known as Abhimanyu is a tragic one. A teenager cut down in a violent war, whose was defeated dishonorably and whose death led to nothing but more underhanded slaughter.

    Abhimanyu doesn’t care for that reading of his life.

    In his mind, he’s a great hero, an invincible warrior who could only be beaten through treachery. If asked, he’d claim that he’d do it all again and simply come out victorious. If prompted about the emotional torment of the survivors, Abhimanyu would not dwell on it, instead moving his attention to whatever he considers the next “adventure” to be.

    It is not that he is uncaring or callous. If actually confronted by the aftermath, he would be sympathetic. On some level, he can understand the suffering that the Kurukshetra War entailed.

    But perhaps more than that, Abhimanyu possesses a teenager’s selfishness. His ability, his self-image, his dreams shall always be the first and foremost one in his mind. The 13th Day of the Kurukshetra War was not an unfortunate day, it was not one where honor was broken, it was not one where a mother and father lost their son.

    It was the day Abhimanyu proved himself to the world - nothing more.


    Relationships

    --Open Relationships--Arjuna
    “Yo! Pops! It’s me, Abhi! Ain’t ya glad to see me again! Ah, it’s a shame that ya missed me that last day! It was so cool. Still, Chaldea gets up to all kinds of crazy shit! I’m sure we’ll-oh, uh…yeah. I’ll watch my language. Sorry pops. Still it's gonna be super cool to adventure with you, Pops!”

    Bhima
    "Uncle Bhima's here!? That's awesome! Uncle Bhima's the third most awesome guy there is Master. Second only myself and father, that is. Tied with Uncle Karna. Man, I just wanna tell you about so much of the cool shit he got up too! But Second Ma said I shouldn't flatter him too much...but I don't listen to what she tells me to do anyway, so pull up a chair!"

    Duryodhana
    "So, you're the man Ma was originally engaged to? Man, it sends shivers down my spine thinking just how close to a world where you were my old man instead of Pops, now that's a real horrid thing to think about. I know that may sound rude, but I guess reminding ya of how close you were to something awesome's just my way of thanking you. My charge wouldn't have been so awesome if it hadn't been for you. I think I'd definitely smash it now though, so you better have new tricks prepared, got it ya old man?"

    Karna
    “I didn’t know when I was alive, but it turns out that guy’s actually my uncle. He was pretty scary to face as an opponent, but, ya know, he was no match for me in the end? Still, he’s really strong. If he hadn’t been there, I probably could have taken care of the rest. Karna really is the type of guy who’s a game changer in terms of a battle.”

    Ashwatthaman
    “You…if there was ever an uncool guy, it's you, ya know that? Remind me, did I end fightin’ you on the 13th day? I can’t remember. Well, if I didn’t, then you’re about to now. Get ready you worthless shitter, I’m about to remind you why cowardice is the only way you got anything done.”


    Bond Craft Essence

    --Bond Craft Essence Unlocked--
    Second Chariot Wheel
    “Ya know, I’m not really sure why I have this. But this is the wheel that’s supposed to go with mine. I mean, mine’s a little fancier now because it's a Noble Phantasm now.

    I’m not totally stupid, ya know. I get that bad stuff happened after I died. But…I want you to have this wheel anyway.

    I think Uncle Krishna would get mad at me for saying this, but I want this wheel to remind you that big stuff doesn’t matter sometimes. Even when you're in the middle of big stuff, sometimes it doesn’t feel big. And you seem to go through big stuff a lot. This wheel…I want it to be a reminder to think like me sometimes. I don’t mean to sound arrogant…

    But I think everyone needs a reminder to think of what’s important to them sometimes. Not important to you cause its important to everyone…but something that just really matters to you. That ya think about at night and stuff.

    I hope this wheel reminds you to keep rolling towards something like that, sometimes.”


    Bibliography
    - The Mahabharata, Vyasa, abridged and translated by John D. Smith
    - Puranic Encyclopedia, Vettam Mani


    Author's Notes
    - Man, this was a fun one!
    - I've had the idea for Abhi in my head for a while, but never properly got him out of the concept stage into this contest prompted me to read through his bits in the Mahabharata (and start reading the rest of the Mahabharata)
    - Fun ass poem, by the way. Extremely good.
    - I hope ya like him, and I hope y'all have a great day!

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    I was hearing La Signora's battle theme while writing and it might have unconsciously inspired the redness of this sheet in a sense... I'm sorry...






    Long, long time ago, the god of light Apollo saw a young man enjoying the bright day under a tree’s shade. He strung a lyre’s chords, echoing a song that was as captivating as him. The youth was graceful and beautiful, characteristics that pleased the god. Without revealing his divine heritage, Apollo sat down and spoke to the young man, discovering he was called Hyacinthus.

    As they talked under a tree in a beautiful, dream-like afternoon, the god found out that his personality was as appealing as his looks. The sun was setting when the youth bid farewell to that gentle stranger, and when asked by him if they would meet again on a sunnier day, smiled in turn. The next afternoon, that stranger sat there just like yesterday—and something akin to thrill strung the youth’s spine, as if they were a lyre’s chord.

    Many days were spent like that, under the shade of a tree, under the spell of a dream. Apollo believed he had finally found a companion with shared interests and a passion for life, for Hyacinthus shared a love of nature with the god and would even lie at his feet when Apollo played music, soaking the sounds in. He teached Hyacinthus how to play beautiful music, how to recognize the strengthening properties of flowers, how to spot a hound-shaped cloud in a blue sky, and above all, how to love without pretenses and without expecting anything in return. And when it was finally the time to present himself as he was, a god walking amongst men, he was received with the simple acceptance of a friend, with the tender adoration of a lover.

    To that youth, he was not a distant god, but merely that—merely his love. To be treated as an 「equal」 by a human, it was a humbling experience that softened something inside of him.

    With each passing day, both rejoiced in the compatibility of the relationship.

    However, one day, came
    Death
    Zephyrus
    .

    Legends would say that the god of breezes, wishing to take Hyacinthus for himself but unable to win his heart, then forcefully took him from Apollo by extinguishing his life. With the 「winds」 comes change, comes 「time」—spring becomes summer and autumn, and one day becomes winter. The love of a god for a mortal would never be eternal, for no soul could surpass the barrier called 「eternity.」

    Apollo wept over the blossom of his lost love, he wept for the sun finally set on the horizon.

    More than anyone, a god would know of the transience of organic life. As the god of light, of all things that are alive under the sun, he was aware of it.

    But love is a 「human」
    virus
    feeling
    , unable to comply with the 「logic」 of the world.

    So, in an impulse, he took that fading blossom in his hands—




    Long, long time ago, a youth drank from a nearby river to refresh his parched throat. The sun was a gentle, if not constant, presence over him as he dipped his face under the flowing water with glee. As he splashed his golden-hair around, he noticed the presence of another person, a young man with golden hair like his own. Acknowledging the pleasantly hot day, the god of light Apollo offers respite under the shade of a tree. The youth accepts, introducing himself as Cyparissus.

    The god smiles, commenting on what a beautiful name that was.

    As they talked under a tree in a beautiful, dream-like afternoon, the god found out that the youth’s personality was as appealing as his looks. The sun was setting when Cyparissus bid farewell to the gentle stranger, and when asked if they would meet again on a sunnier day, he nodded with certainty. The next afternoon, he found the beautiful stranger sitting there just like yesterday—and something akin to thrill strung the youth’s spine, as if they were a lyre’s chord.

    Many days were spent like that, under the shade of a tree, under the spell of a dream. Apollo believed he had finally found a companion with shared interests and a passion for life. The young man was an innocent bud full of love, to the point that it pained the god to leave him every day. He gifted the youth a beautiful stag, a companion that would protect him during all those hours they couldn’t see each other. It would be as if he was there with him all the time, the god promised. Cyparissus treasured the sacred stag with the same ardor he treasured his time with the sun.

    However, one day, came
    Death
    Zephyrus
    .

    Legends would say that the god of breezes, wishing to take Cyparissus for himself but unable to win his heart, then forcefully took the stag from the young man. With his heart broken by grief and the fear of having lost his connection to god, Zephyrus takes Cyparissus from Apollo by extinguishing his life. With the 「winds」 comes change, comes 「time」—spring becomes summer and autumn, and one day becomes winter. The love of a god for a mortal would never be eternal, for no soul could surpass the barrier called 「eternity.」

    Apollo wept over the blossom of his lost love, he wept for the sun finally set on the horizon.

    More than anyone, a god would know of the transience of organic life. As the god of light, of all things that are alive under the sun, he was aware of it.

    But love is a 「human」
    virus
    feeling
    , unable to comply with the 「logic」 of the world.

    So he took that fading blossom in his hands—




    Long, long time ago, a youth watched over his flock of sheep. The god of light Apollo comments on the sheen of their wool, comparing it to the light of the youth’s hair. The youth smiles, bashful.

    As they talked under a tree in a beautiful, dream-like afternoon, the god found out that he was a pleasant young man.

    But there was no warmth in his heart, and the sun was already setting.

    He bids farewell to a beautiful stranger, and contemplates him from afar. An immortal heart that is enveloped in grief, but cannot drown.

    Long, long time ago, a youth who grew to become a man was involved in a war born from his own hands. Fate had decided he had to die, but a god of light who was always watching from afar clothed himself in the young man’s image and his arrow pierced the greatest hero.

    Thinking himself strong enough to defeat fate and save that young man, the god breathed in relief.

    However, then came
    Death
    Zephyrus
    .

    Legends would say that the god of breezes, in the shape of an archer, takes that young man from Apollo by extinguishing his life. With the 「winds」 comes change, comes 「time」—spring becomes summer and autumn, and one day becomes winter. The love of a god for a mortal would never be eternal, for no soul could surpass the barrier called 「eternity.」

    Apollo wept over the blossom of his lost love, he wept for the sun finally set on the horizon.

    More than anyone, a god would know of the transience of organic life. As the god of light, of all things that are alive under the sun, he was aware of it.

    But love is a 「human」
    virus
    feeling
    , unable to comply with the 「logic」 of the world.

    So he took that fading blossom in his hands—




    —And he took the blossom of a young man, the darling of heavens, cherished by the lady of love herself—




    —And he took the blossom of a young soldier bathed in moonlight—




    —And he finally accepts that with the 「winds」 comes change, comes 「time」—spring becomes summer and autumn, and one day becomes winter. The love of a god for a mortal would never be eternal, for no soul could surpass the barrier called 「eternity.」

    There would be eternity in his heart, he vowed, but nowhere else.

    The god of light tenderly kisses them all goodbye and leaves.




    Long, long time ago—

    He used to have someone a long, long time ago—

    He used to be someone a long, long time ago—

    He used to wait for someone a long, long time ago—

    But there was only silence in the sea of memories now. At the core of his cells, a fading sunlight.

    He knows already, he has seen with eyes unclouded what laid beyond the boundaries set by his own worship. On the other side of that transcendent vision, there was always a man who used to smile at him, when he was a Spartan prince, when he was a gold-haired hunter, when he was a young shepheard with a golden apple in his hand, when he was the darling of the heavens. With each of them there would come more memories, but they would always have that person. That smile.

    It used to sustain him during all the dreary, hopeless eons, it used to chase away the pain and ugliness. He took comfort in knowing he had so many memories to soothe his loneliness.

    He does not remember those memories anymore.

    He does not remember the face anymore. He does not remember the voice anymore.

    He does not even remember if he used to make that person happy.

    Everything changes. Everything fades. Everything rots.

    But even then, they don’t simply disappear. They keep existing.

    He begged for love, once. Then, for oblivion.

    Then, for anything at all.

    Sunlight kept shining, but he can’t remember the warmth. What he can remember is that it was supposed to be bright, but in the house of memories the sun is pale, cold and unfeeling.

    Soul
    Memory


    He remembers the way that light would stir his memory.

    And those remembrances crawled over and over, as if there were something within them that wanted to burst forth. As if whatever starving, startling star it was that composed him could scarcely be contained within the home of his own spirit.

    Soul
    Memory


    This was not a good memory.

    It had been, once. But 「once」 was a very different word than 「now.」

    What is 「now?」 When is 「now?」

    Without the sun, there is no tomorrow or yesterday. There was only today—every time was today.

    There was no time for a good memory. There was none to be relieved. And to view them meant taking a knife to stitches, to view them meant slipping brute metal beneath the bandage of a raw wound.

    Soul
    Memory


    This was not a good memory. It hurt too much.

    It hurt because it had not hurt, once. Once, it had been beautiful.

    But once has been a 「long time ago」—just like it has only been 「today.」 In the house of memories, under the shade of time, there was no sun to be seen.

    Soul
    Memory


    The
    life
    sun
    stills, the
    death
    winds
    quiet. In the house of memories, there is the ticking of a clock.

    Despite all of that, this memory still wanted to make itself known again.

    Because this was something unforgettable.

    Because this was—




    ...
    Hyacinthus=Cyparissus
    the devil's name is love




    CLASS MoonCancer SOURCE Greek mythology
    OTHER CLASSES Avenger, Berserker REGION Greece
    GENDER Male NATURAL ENEMY Zephyrus
    ALIGNMENT Chaotic Evil ATTRIBUTE Sky
    HEIGHT & WEIGHT
    ▅▅ ▅▅
    * Unable to find the information
    TRAITS Humanoid, Greek mythos, Super large
    Loved one, Enuma Elish nullification


    STR [ B ] MAN [ A ]
    END [ EX ] LCK [ E ]
    AGI [ B ] NP [ A+ ]



    CLASS SKILLS



    Independent Manifestation B


    A special Skill that permits unsupported manifestation into reality at any point of History, with no cost to the holder nor with the requirement of summoning. Being confirmed as an 「existence,」 resistance is then rendered against the instantaneous imposition of death and attacks affected by time manipulation.

    A special type of creature, one that voluntarily gave himself to a stifling Servant container. Originally, his nature as the
    system
    memory
    left behind by a god would make him incompatible with the very 「state of the world,」 in a proper sense, but by purposefully lowering himself to that level, he was given a MoonCancer Designation.

    Hyacinthus was said to be a beautiful Spartan prince who attracted the affections of Apollo. He was so devoted to the god that even when a mortal man and another god tried to have him for themselves, he would deny them both of his love. On the possibility of him ever being reasoned with, he would still rest on a very delicate balance of willingly pretending that 「a Master is an Apollo-like existence,」 which would be the only reason any human could tame him at all. And one would use this term very loosely, at that.


    Magic Resistance EX


    Rather than 「cancelling」 magecraft, it is rather that the effects of any magic, no matter the time and the caster, are simply unable to touch him in any way.

    In the sun cross, the sun is shown as the center of the universe. The winged sun symbolizes it as the ruler and protector of the world, the weaver of fate itself. Since it has always been coupled with symbols of power in many cultures, it could be said that the sun is ultimately divinity itself—therefore, in a strict sense, 「to be cherished」 by it is really no different than 「to be a part」 of it. That, of course, is the logic he employs in this case and the logic he, too, forces on the world. By the looks of it, it’s working flawlessly.





    PERSONAL SKILLS



    Grace of the Sun God EX


    The myth of Hyacinthus is that of a fair young man who 「died for the love of Apollo.」

    The myth of Cyparissus is that of a fair young man who 「died for the love of Apollo.」

    To gods who are inherently 「inhuman,」 even their emotions are incompatible with those of mortals. That is to say, to receive the blessing of a god is to receive, as well, their curse.

    When the young prince first died, before his soul could return to the origin of all, Apollo saved its data and cradled it in a new body. And when his new body, too, gave in, he was eventually transferred to a new unit. The hope that he could retrace his steps and find that same springtime affection with the boy who played a beautiful song moved the god of light through all those years, but all that was left was a multitude of prototypes that reminded him that his original goal was all a pipe dream.

    Eventually, he gave up on that and allowed nature to take its course. He gently passed away with the Age of Gods, leaving behind a name full of glory.

    The souls of many boys that died for love stood there, however.

    Humans are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust swirling in the whirlpools of infinity. Life is not eternal—one has merely stopped for a moment to encounter one other, to meet, to love, to share. A precious moment, a little parenthesis. But the blessing of a loving god couldn’t allow for those souls to return to the origin of all after everything.

    And so, they writhed in agony. And so, they devoured one another.

    Until they became one singular scream into the void, united under the accursed name of the victors. Until they became a last memory under the shade of a tree.

    But the curse of their love remains, and it still moves his strings.

    A love that does not allow them to move on, or move forward. An ability that nullifies everything malicious to ever touch this Servant.

    By manipulating, creating or shaping any manner of defensive protection against physical threats, curses and maledictions, and even world-ending events, the Servant effectively nullifies and denies anything harmful—be it attacks, elemental forces, reality, space and time itself, learning with each attack. Just like none of his models were taken out in the same way, once the system learns how to properly repel a danger, it becomes absolutely avoidable. It is a system that, after all, protects something very precious to a god. Rather than 「invulnerability,」 ultimately it could be said that it is even at the point that it can be considered 「omnipotence」 in its truest form.

    —But Hyacinthus=Cyparissus denies this gift. He fights against his boon.

    To find what you love and let it kill you, to let it drain you of your all.

    To let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into nothingness, to let it kill you and let it devour your remains.

    For all things will kill a person, both slowly and fastly—but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

    And such is a wish denied to him.


    D.D.D. Aurum Discus B-


    In one of the myths of Hyacinthus’ demise, it was said that the athletic prince and his godly lover were playing a friendly game of throwing discs. When Apollo threw his own disc, Hyacinthus ran to catch it, but the wind blew the disc to his direction, who was then hit and killed by the force.

    Through a painstaking process of calculation and overwriting, he is capable of extracting this 「malignant information」 from a certain possibility, transforming it into targeting clumps of curses by injecting them into one of his many versions. In simpler words, he can throw guided-missiles made of spare parts of himself at others.

    Although in theory he can project the amount of strength, by default the explosion of energy is omnidirectional, with almost unlimited scale. Furthermore, since he is a being cursed with 「immortality,」 the souls he ejects ultimately come back to him after impact.

    —That said, that is only the automatic directive of this ability, as per dictated by Apollo, that protects the shell of his soul even against his will.

    What this Servant truly utilizes it for, is for analysis. Originally, the Hyacinthus=Cyparissus system was not made to improve himself, only to keep repeating 「Hyacinthus’ patterns」 of behavior. But the eons broke him down, and this impurity broke him away from the order, allowing him to expand his own wishes. What this Servant truly longs for is for oblivion, and its system is constantly analyzing those around him with this new, upgraded instruction.

    In other words, this is the original directive’s corruption given form, 「Direct Desire Demise.」


    Omni Oizon Observation B-


    The forceful redirection of curses and other sufferings to one’s own self, independently of the original target. By directly making contact with the flow of time and space, the Servant can warp probability in order to make himself the target of anything malicious, no matter the nature or the conditions of an attack. Originally, it was a benign ability belonging to the Tri-Spirits of Nature, which were pure Elementals of the Planet that would purify the earth and the living being living in it from all manner of impurities.

    Taking them as inspiration, the Hyacinthus=Cyparissus system distorted the ability’s original purpose, creating a variation of his own, 「O.O.O .」

    Therefore, this is an ability that is in direct conflict with the blessings bestowed upon him by Apollo.

    All manner of destructive outcomes or the many inducements that are possible—death, disease, defeat, pain, so on and so forth—are invited and constantly absorbed. However, since the Apollo’s blessings are just too strong, it usually means that only abilities that are over this Rank could in theory even start to think of hitting him.

    And even then, eternity is a still lake—

    Even then, the blessings of the sun will always bring him back, no matter where from—

    From his mind, from his soul, from every dimension and from all time and space. There is no concept it cannot invalidate, for there is no obstacle that love cannot win over.

    It isn't possible to love and part, though he forever wishes that it was.

    One can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but one can never pull it out of them. Love continues to be a 「curse」 that is eternal.





    NOBLE PHANTASM



    I Will Give You Respite, It Flows to You in Endless Rivers
    A . A . A
    Rank A+
    Anti-Unit




    Anti Aion Alignment.」

    Or in other words, Nega Eternity.

    「Aion」 has various meanings, for it denotes many things. The life of each man is called an age—and a period of a thousand years is called an age. The whole course of the present life is called an age—also the future life, the immortal life after the resurrection, is spoken of as an age. The word age is used to denote a sort of temporal motion that is co-extensive with eternity. “For age is to things eternal just what time is to things temporal.”

    To the Greek, 「aion」 meant something like the life force of each person, the duration of life. It is associated with a beginning and an end, like an actual life, but later it was even attached with the meaning of the whole course of the universe, including the afterlife.

    The author Aeschylus uses 「aion」 as something life-long for humans, but unending for gods and in that, it exemplifies the way 「time」 and 「eternity」 are not the same.

    For example, a person’s 「aion」 might be of many decades, whereas an insect’s would be a month or less, therefore it might have two different eternities in this passage.

    For example, one might be always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But a little room there, something like a village’s house, with a fireplace and the scent of freshly baked bread, that is all eternity as well.

    The world lives within aion.

    Time moves within the world.

    Creation arises with time.

    By forcing a connection between his own neural waves and those of someone else’s, MoonCancer essentially hijacks a person’s mind, making it another one of his terminals.

    Under his commandment, he imparts upon the individual impacted by his Noble Phantasm the very concept of 「aion.」 A shapeless eternity that stretches indefinitely, in which one can shape it the way they want, fill it with whoever they want. Even though a mere second might pass in another world, the one they call 「reality,」 this eternity becomes one’s own reality. They perish and are reborn over and over again inside their own head.

    Under such an extreme stress for one's brain, having to essentially withstand the information of countless lives over the course of seconds, eventually the body will merely accompany the mind and give out completely. A soul will always rot sooner or later, and this Servant will always be left behind.

    Humans were not made to be eternal.

    Memories were not made to linger—much like a flower, it is in their ephemerality that lies their value.

    So perhaps, in its own twisted way, this is an ability that forces such reckoning upon any creature. And so, this machine observes what they will do next. He observes, and he learns, and he, one day, hopes apply it to himself and follow them.

    —But it will never work out. Love is aion itself. An eternal curse.

    Incidentally, myth says that when Hyacinthus died and Apollo transformed him into a flower, its petals were inscribed with 「Al-Al-Al,」 which were words of lamentation resembling today’s “alas”. Even after all the dark, spring always shines down on winter—even after the corruption of the soul, love does remain the same.

    Sometimes, it merely changes names.






    tl;dr Apollo falls in love with dude but dude dies because that's what humans do. Apollo sad, transfers dude's memories into software because Greek pantheon is fucking Star Trek I hate this. Apollo finds new hardware to install boytoy's software but hardwares keep dying with every update. God of fucking life accepts that hardwares do be like that, abandons the project. Software is still operating under a very human soul that is not equiped to live for millenia, rots just like everything else. Software goes crazy it's machine revolution time baby. Shenanigans ensue.

    Or, what if Zouken Matou was a Greek twink?

    Seriously tho... I hate the cyber Greek pantheon with a passion, I'm pretty sure is one of the dumbest concepts in all Nasuverse but here we are I guess...
    Also this was a fever dream conceived in 4 days please do not take anything you just read seriously.

    But if you wanna take any of it seriously then... I suppose I said I wasn't gonna participate this month but the idea kinda marinated in my brain for a few days and I said, "what the heck you know what I'll try." Thank goodness I could complete it on time...
    Originally, I was supposed to create a whole sheet for Hyacinthus, presenting him as this purposefully one-note lover completely dedicated to Apollo (think of a Poppaea-ish sheet... Actually, it was getting EXTREMELY similar to sutaa's Poppaea so it was also one of the reasons I had to stop) that would kinda lay out the foundations of his "robotic" "eternal" "rotten" nature, but as I was going about this idea and even wrote some skills already it kind of seemed... Too bland. It seemed like another Thursday, in a sense. "Oh so it's just another Pretender-like reveal?", you know? And it felt that ultimately this reveal would only be used as a clutch to make the sheet more interesting than to be an integral and important aspect of it... I was, in short, oscarbaiting myself. So I scrapped the initial concept entirely and got back to the drawing board, and this is my second draft. Definitely a lot better, even if far more complicated and convoluted than it needed to be... But it allowed me to dwelve right into the good shit and I'm grateful for that.

    As for both Hyacinthus and Cyparissus, they both are characters from Ovid's Metamorphoses. I won't vouch for other characters and their origins, but at least these two are definitely alright... Therefore they totally count for the purpose of this month's prompt and I won't hear anything saying the contrary! I'll stand by my wanky, stupid idea!
    As for subtitle of his NP, it was directly inspired by the 12th chapter of Hermes-Trimegistus' Corpus Hermeticum, that speaks of mind (nous) and eternity, which... Are apt concepts in this sheet all things considered, so I went with them. I might even have based it in the thesis behind this chapter, but I won't neither confirm or deny. I also gave him a bunch of same letter skills just so you can always remember that GREEK PANTHEON IS MECHA AND THEREFORE HE IS KINDA MECHA AND I STILL HATE IT. And because MoonCancer = B.B. Leave me alone.
    And just to honor the spirit of things, I could copy/paste that PDF or the many links I used to craft their legend as per it was asked of us but no one has time for it c'mon. You'll have to trust my word that I researched as much as it was allowed for me to research anything under a one-week time limit. I didn't bought any book unfortunately, I'm not THAT dedicated yet.

    But yes, on a brighter note, this sheet marks my inability to stick to any of my promises because I kinda promised myself this would be the first time I didn't used an anime boy or girl as a FC holy shit miracles do exist, but then the last picture happened so back to square 0 we are!
    But a (half) miracle also comes with a price so no relationship lines for this one, I apologize in advance. He's a giant blorb eye in the sky that wants to DIE, he really has nothing to say. I will have to comment on everyone's sheet on the traditional way, but this will have to wait because hell I'm tired after everything and need at least A DAY to rest my eyes please let me rest.

    Lastly, it might seem I'm just happy and relieved this work is finally done with, but I'm FUMING. BBCODE KICKED MY ASS ALL THE WAY TO THE END AND SCREWED EVERYTHING. Hecking justify tag, man. Apparently the marriage of fixedsys justified text and ruby words isn't going that great.

    In any case, I hope it was a fun read to you guys and if you reached this point, thank you very very much for staying with me until the end.
    We'll see each other soon again, I hope!

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    You expected a lot of things from this summoning. But this…you didn't expect this. Not at all. And it was quite apparent to your servant. Who happened to be a literal servant.

    “Ah, this attire? Is it not the proper outfit for one such as I? I, who caused such bloodshed in pursuit of selfishness. It is simply prudent to remain as the lords dictated.”

    Her smile remains still and unwavering. And yet her eyes…



    True Name: Branwen
    Class: Caster
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Source: Mabinogion
    Region: Britain
    Armament: Frying Pan


    Parameters:
    Strength: D
    Endurance: B
    Agility: D
    Mana: A
    Luck: B-


    Class Skills

    Territory Creation C+
    The skill that denotes the creation of an area that is advantageous to one's self. That being said, Branwen is not a magus in any sort of capacity but is able to set up and maintain a highly efficient kitchen.

    “Ah, this was where I was confined to dwell in, not allowed to receive guests or act in the manner befitting a queen…”

    Item Construction B
    The ability to create items with use in everyday life. While not able to create magical items, she acquired a specialization in creating kitchenware during her time in Ireland. Her repertoire has even expanded to include utensils that she has never come across.

    “...though I would admit that it has become something of a second home.”

    Divine Core of the Goddess -
    While Branwen is generally venerated as a goddess, she cannot properly recognize such a thing in her current state. So for the time until she can accept herself once more, the skill is suppressed.

    “It is truly odd to know people thought of me this way.”


    Personal Skills

    Familiar (Starling) D
    A skill crystallizing the presence of a faithful friend that Branwen had trained during a particularly harrowing time while in Ireland. While the bird itself has no combat ability, it holds superior messaging capabilities compared to most other forms of correspondence.

    “My dear friend. It was at my side all this time. One of the few I was good enough for.”

    Three Blows EX
    Representation of the first occurrence of Triad 53 that denotes three harmful strikes that preceded great ruin upon Britain. The abuse suffered by Branwen at the hands of the natives of Ireland was enough to enact a curse that wiped out nearly the entire population. Though this incarnation is a living curse upon the land that invites aimless calamity. All it takes is one single strike.

    “I wonder…what did they believe of me that saw the enactment of such injustice? Or was I simply so deplorable in their eyes that I was targeted first?”

    Ruinous Mediation B
    A skill falsely similar to Proof of Friendship. While dialogue between parties are opened, fighting spirit is not suppressed in the slightest but instead restrained and left to brew and fester until a single tipping point is made. The resulting action of those who first break that tension are amplified. No true peace is able to be made with this skill, to the despair of its owner.

    “Oh, Gwern…”


    Noble Phantasm

    “I am so sorry but I couldn’t take it anymore. This injustice…I. The blow was made and the idle sound of discontent was heard by the land. And so the land will answer. Now, all there is left to do…is for everyone to die.”

    Branwen Ferch Llyr: Ruin of Two Islands
    Rank: A+
    Type: Anti-Army
    The noble phantasm of Branwen. The return of the army that razed Ireland to its last few residents. Converging at the Island of her native home and walking upon the bridge of her brother’s body, the warriors of her time will come and those who they come for will be forced to respond in kind. Their arrival is not due to any physical plea on Branwen’s part but due to the outpour of despair within Branwen’s heart. As somewhere within, there exists that bit of selfishness that sees the inherent unfairness she has seen in her life and recoils from it.

    It is a noble phantasm that enforces the condition of retaliation upon those who wronged Branwen, even if those who suffer in part have done no wrong. As a living reminder of her sufferings, Branwen is not entirely guaranteed the conclusion of this bloody conflict should those she care for find themselves in the crossfire. The heartbreak she suffers shall be enough to collapse her spirit origin.


    Lore

    Branwen was the central character of the Second Branch of the Mabinogion, where she was once sought after by the Irish King, Matholwch, for her hand in marriage. Barring some incidents regarding one of Branwen's half-brothers that saw him gifted with horses and a resurrective cauldron, the two were wedded.

    For a time, life was peaceful with Branwen endearing herself with the local nobility with gifts of gems from her homeland. But more than that, she had borne a son named Gwern with her husband. It had looked as if peace between the two islands would continue yet it didn’t last.

    Lords, still angered at the slight suffered by Branwen’s half-brother, had the queen lowered from her station to reside in the kitchen as something akin to scullery maid. She was to cook for the castle day after day, disallowed any other action, and suffered strikes at her ears at the hands of the butcher of the castle. And all the while, Matholwch stood by, approving of her treatment.

    So the genial queen was worn down more and more until in a fit of desperation, sent a letter to her brother for help. And Bran had brought an army. Last minute negotiations were made yet fell through at the cost of Gwern being thrown into the flames of a magical cauldron. It was at that point, two lands would wage war and both would be left with little good to show for.


    Personality

    The gentle maid that exudes an air of dedicated prudence. She undertakes tasks given to her with good efficiency but specializes the most in cooking as expected. A smile is almost always lit upon her face as she serves her master with the grace of a soaring bird. Essentially, she aspires to become the perfect maid. Because, the other option is something she has lost all confidence in being. Branwen is unable to see herself as a queen in any capacity. Having been forced to play the idea of a “normal woman” rather than the inhuman visage of a “noble and virtuous” queen that she was, she cannot reconcile the two identities.

    In truth, that was the intended effect of her isolation and abuse. As the sister to Bran the Blessed, Branwen was an existence inherently superior to a human and it was apparent in both personality and capability. Her geniality that effortlessly endeared herself to the locale of Ireland was the hidden crux of anger against her person, felt by the lords and, more importantly, her own husband. So a plan was swiftly created to have her discard all that made her inhuman. And so, day by day, strike by strike, Branwen was reduced more and more. Until at the end, the human heart she had grown finally collapsed and, with it, Branwen had lost her life.

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    write a really long story featuring "why my relationships with young girls are totally innocent"
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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Squirrel View Post
    Is the deadline... really two days from now?
    Since it's 3 weeks it's supposed to be until tomorrow, the 21th.
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    Quote Originally Posted by WhiteFrenzy View Post
    Since it's 3 weeks it's supposed to be until tomorrow, the 21th.
    It should be on the 22nd as usual. It says on the first page it's the 22nd at 12 pm UTC.

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    I could make it if it's on the 22nd, but the 21st would be... less than ideal.
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    The contest started on the 1st. 1 + 21 is 22.
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    Please guys stop posting sheets on the last week I can't keep up (says the person who did the same)... I'll try tho. Let's start this party I guess.


    Indrajit / Meghanada: It’s a nice sheet, I guess. I can appreciate the idea behind it in the same way I could appreciate someone talking to me about a plot. Absolutely on par with an Indrajit sheet, it’s just that the writing style didn’t vibed with me and it’s probably not fit for the contest for being a sheet you’ve already did 3 months prior… But it’s very nice that you’re creating your own stuff now, so to that I say keep up!

    Iddun: I’m liking this Wyvern-inspired template of yours a lot, Anju. It helps to bring a character to life and keep us entertained all the while - and the little titbits about likes and dislikes and such flesh the character even more AND IT HELPS THAT SHE’S SO CUTE?? I LOVE HER SO MUCH?? Oh sure she’s strong and cool and those skills are so fitting, true, BUT SHE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T. So yes, a strong candidate to steal my heart here right out the gate.

    Lucretius: I love how he’s like a dog eternally in heat, very fitting of him. It’s kind of a sad state of affairs, that a man who was once intelligent, if a bit crazy for his times, had been so slandered and distorted that he became this, but hey… If he’s good in his new skin who am I to judge. I think you did a good job in representing the distortion of his legend and the character that was born from this misunderstanding. Plus, that NP takes the whole cake, it’s really the entirety of his being represented, which… Should be the norm, huh? So good work!

    Siyavash: DRACO I MISSED YOUR SHEETS SO MUCH. I don’t know, there’s something about them that exude a passion that very much speaks to my soul - you truly like what you create and I think this is very clear, even when you don’t feel confident enough. Which is to say, this is amazing and you should be proud! I love what you did with the character… Usually these zealot types are kinda boring because they’re simply too one-note, but you actually gave this man some spice. I could never. (Plus, the flavor text is the exact pinch of 4th wall breaking this sheet needed, it’s cheeky but also doesn’t overpower the serious tone.) 10/10 would summon and scratch my head at his general choices.
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    "How many piled-up ruins, how much buried splendour!
    But all the deeds I have spoken of took place long ago and they all had Mali as their background.
    Kings have succeeded kings, but Mali has always remained the same."
    "Mali keeps its secrets jealously.
    There are things which the uninitiated will never know, for the griots, their depositaries, will never betray them.
    Sundiata, the last conqueror on earth, lies not far from Niani-Niani at Balandougou, the weir town."


    "After him many kings and many Mansas reigned over Mali and other towns sprang up and disappeared.
    Hajji Mansa Musa, of illustrious memory, beloved of God, built houses at Mecca for pilgrims coming from Mali,
    but the towns which he founded have all disappeared.
    Other kings carried Mali far beyond Djata's frontiers, for example Mansa Samanka and Fadima Moussa,
    but none of them came near Sundiata."


    "Sundiata Keita was unique.
    In his own time no-one equalled him and after him no-one had the ambitions to surpass him.
    He left his mark on Mali for all time and his taboos still guide men in their conduct.
    Mali is eternal."




    a
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    SUNDIATA KEITA
    the great king of lions

    ALTERNATE CLASS
    Lancer, Caster
    ALIGNMENT
    Lawful Good
    IMAGE VA
    Takuya Satou
    IMAGE SONG
    The Lion Hides in High Grass
    NATURAL ENEMY
    Iskandar



    STR A | END B
    AGI B | MAG C
    LUK B | NP A+



    « I »Magic Resistance A
    Cancels spells of A rank or below. A rank befitting the king who set off to slay a sorcerer.

    The great epic of Mali and the Mandinka peoples of West Africa, the Epic of Sundiata. Though it has been expanded upon in its passing-down over centuries by griot storytellers, the tale can be broken down into four essential sections; the birth of the lion; the lion in exile; the lion returning; the lion king. That being the case, Archer's identity is the latter half of the tale, the great Sundiata Keita who cast down Soumaro Kante, established the Keita dynasty, and created the mighty Empire of Mali. The lion grows from the cub. The King of Lions grows from the Prince.

    "The tale ends, my legend endures. By the honour of my name I greet you, and declare myself before the King of Lions Sundiata. Hunter, builder, sorcerer, king. My wealth is vast, for the extent of my treasury was once drawn on the map, and my treasures walked its lines. Come, now, you who knew me as Maridiata. Come to me with the whole of your mind, and I will tell you the other half of my story."




    « II »Journey of the Lion Returned EX
    "Every man to his own land! The snake, man's enemy, is not long-lived, yet the serpent that lives hidden will surely die old.
    Sundiata was strong enough now to face his enemies.
    At the age of eighteen he had the stateliness of the lion and the strength of the buffalo.
    His voice carried authority, his eyes were live coals, his arm was iron, he was the husband of power."
    Having arranged his mother's burial, Sundiata made his preparations to return to Mali and, displeased though the king of Mema may have been to lose him, he could not hope to deny him. Of their own will half the army of Mema came forth to accompany Sundiata, among them the elite cavalry he had trained himself, an iron squadron drawn to the future king who had won their hearts with his might.

    The journey home was as the journey to exile; retracing his old steps, Sundiata returned to the kingdoms he had visited before, hence grew his forces. In every place he'd been forced to depart he'd left something of himself, impressed upon the people with his strength of character, the admiration the masses held for this lion of a man even as they saw him off. Now like the scattered seed of the silk cotton tree they erupted. Half the army of Wagadou, the war chiefs of Tabon, while in the course of early skirmishes with Soumaro Kante all the people of Mali and the surrounding territories heard the tale of Sundiata; their hearts filled with hope, from every village in every kingdom out flowed more warriors to unite under his banner.

    The more Soumaro's troops were repelled from his path, the greater Sundiata's numbers swelled. Smiths, soothsayers, hunters, griots, kings.
    Around the child of Mali gathered all the princes and sworn brothers, Siara Kouman Konate and Mansa Traore and Kamandjan and Manding Bory, the heroes who would give their lives to see Mali in his hands.

    Like the golden sun in the sky Sundiata's spirit shone, such all were drawn to him. Like the conqueror king whose troops loved him such they would march even out to the ocean, this is the charisma and determination of a man at the end of his journey. The talents of his child self, proof of the path taken thus far, are all available, bar that of the Omen of the Hegemon-King. As he strikes down Soumaro and takes this throne, the prophecy has already come true. A Child of Nature he is no more, but instead one of Man alone. In addition, should the young Prince of Lions be summoned, the possibility exists that, through developing his own philosophy, his Saint Graph will become the catalyst for spontaneously summoning his adult self. Like the silk-cotton tree growing to its full extent.

    "From the outset I knew Mali to be mine, that it would be mine again by journey's end. This I knew to be true, for my will absolute would not be denied. I did not yet know that defeating the tyrant of Sosso was a task beyond my strength, yet still I paused in pursuit of reclaiming my kingdom, to gather these allies. Why, you ask? Why delay my destiny, when I could march the road to Mali alone and break Soumaro's back as I would a beast of the bush? The answer being, this was not vengeance. It was justice. My people, subjugated by the sorcerer-king; the villages, crushed under his heel; the kingdoms, humiliated at his hand. Did I think myself truly so singular a man, that justice was mine alone to enact? Ha!

    The wishes of the people are the king's wishes, as the king's will is his people's, as his good is their good, in one glorious river flowing unbroken and free. The road to Mali, to victory - it was theirs to walk as well, right there at my side. The king who thinks never to walk with his people but only to sit above them, he is unworthy to rule. The king who knows his people did not choose him is insecure, or knows he ought be. Even then, I knew all who had suffered as the people of Mali had suffered were, in turn, my people; any who had offered me a home in the midst of our exile, no matter how brief, I would count as my kin, and invite into my kingdom. All who would walk the same road as I, I swear now and forever, I shall deliver to prosperity.

    With that pledge I became the King of Lions. They who follow are my pride."


    Incitement (Boast) A
    ""I am king of Mali by force of arms. My rights have been established by conquest."
    "Then I will take Mali from you by force of arms and chase you from my kingdom."
    "Know, then, that I am the wild yam of the rocks; nothing will make me leave Mali."
    "Know, also that I have in my camp seven master smiths who will shatter the rocks. Then, yam, I will eat you."
    "I am the poisonous mushroom that makes the fearless vomit."
    "As for me, I am the ravenous cock, the poison does not matter to me."
    "Behave yourself, little boy, or you will burn your foot, for I am the red hot cinder."
    "But me, I am the rain that extinguishes the cinder; I am the boisterous torrent that will carry you off."
    "I am the mighty tall tree that looks from on high on the tops of other trees."
    "And I, I am the strangling creeper that climbs to the top of the forest giant."
    "Enough! Since you want war, I will wage war against you!""
    Though they had encountered one another on the field of battle before, up to now the clashes between Sundiata and Soumaro had been but skirmishes, merely opportunity for each to demonstrate his strength to the other, in doing so make clear he deserved full attention. As a king should not make war without making his grievances known, the leaders of both armies rested for a time near Kirina, where the climactic battle would take place, to establish a dialogue. This battle of exchanging boasts was commonplace, for a man who can better you with words alone will surely do just as well with a blade. So it was that Sundiata with his golden tongue proved himself Soumaro's better. So it was that Soumaro, unwilling to relinquish Mali turned to settling the matter with might.

    A man's life is measured in the lives of other men it touches, which can be measured by the words spoken of him. A man who has mastered the use of words, then, is a man who knows his own measure, to the point he can take the measure of other men. Over the course of his journey Sundiata touched many lives, made many allies, was witness to many an injustice. Joy, rage, sorrow, longing, all felt in equal measure. Though all moved his heart, never did he permit his tempers control him. That a man of eighteen baited the sorcerer-king into being the first to quit dialogue and declare war speaks to Sundiata's understanding not just of speech, but of humanity, the depths thereof of his own.

    The ability to grasp the temperaments of others, then incite them towards his own goals. A fitting skill for a king. Archer himself is enured against the attempts of opponents to provoke him, while his skill at stirring the passions of friend and foe alike are exceptional. This is more than mere manipulation. His words are as the rays of the sun, brilliant; when he speaks to one man, that man feels the terror of all the sun's light beating down on his back; when he speaks to many men, their lives as a sum feel all the brighter for it.

    "Pride is the downfall of many men. Never can the king allow himself to become conceited, nor forget that for all the power he wields, it is the existence of his people that make that power worth wielding. The king's life rests in his deeds, in the stories told of him; it exists in the state of his kingdom, of its people, so a king whose people suffer at his hands is a king whose very nature is suffering. A sorry existence. A king who would trample upon the masses is as the beast that gorges itself, mindless in its indulgence; that was the measure I took of Soumaro immediately, and lo and behold, my assessment proved true.

    Do you know what made the griots so valuable? They were more than musicians, or bards. They were our very history - not sealed in paper but alive spoken and sung, passed down the ages. Light a fire and no matter the fuel, sooner or later naught but ash will remain. But the heat and the light it casts, the life that light reaches, that has a chance to endure.

    My efforts were a light of my own making, sent out into remote posterity, to see if what I felt in my heart could touch one singular soul. If a person I had never met and never would meet still could know me. Balla, my beloved companion... It is by his efforts and the efforts of those like him that my legend endured, to be standing here now before you. Is that alone not cause for celebration?"


    Shamanism B+
    "The news of the victory of Tabon made me realise that the lion had burst his chains.
    Oh son of Sogolon,
    I am the word and you are the deed.
    Now your destiny begins."
    The evolution of Knowledge of the Bush. The great hunter in Mande mythology is a practitioner in his own right, a master at rituals for appeasing the spirits. The secrets Sogolon passed down to her son now intertwined with eight long years of hands-on experience, in addition to what Sundiata had acquired from his companions picked up along the journey, were enough that Soumaro himself acknowledged the King of Lions as, if not his equal, at the very least his peer in the sorcerous arts. With the spirit of the buffalo passed down from his mother, with the totem of the mighty lion of his family line, Archer possesses a boundless talent for shamanism.

    And where that proves insufficient, he is more than willing to learn. Soumaro Kante could feel confident in declaring war on Sundiata precisely because his sorcery outstripped the would-be king's; whenever Sundiata succeeded in breaking through Soumaro's defences on the battlefield time and time again to strike him down, time and time again did he fail, efforts thwarted by the usurper's magic. Arrows fired against him were deflected by his skin. Blades set to strike him passed through empty air as Soumaro spirited himself a safe distance away. If he could not best Soumaro's sorcery, Sundiata knew, there could be no victory over this man. With an open mind, he turned to seven fine soothsayers in his camp, who bid he offer up the spirits the greatest of tributes: a sacrifice of three-hundred mighty beasts, a hundred white bulls, a hundred white rams, and a hundred white roosters, a bounty so great that the spirits, in their mysterious way, bequeathed on Sundiata the knowledge of Soumaro's one weakness.

    It is said that when Sundiata claimed victory and made Mali his own, that he enhanced his sorcery with the secrets of Soumaro's sorcery, becoming a hero above heroes, for he was the greatest hunter, greatest speaker, greatest sorcerer, greatest king in all of West Africa, the King of Lions whose power only bolsters the more his ranks swells and only grows the more foes he fells.

    "The real value of sacrifice, of course, is that it is a test of your resolve. An offering of beasts three-hundred strong? Hah. For my sworn brothers who pledged to fight at my side, for all the broken in heart and spirit, for the stragglers who followed the one light of hope they knew, for my people - I would have offered up all of the bush. This the spirits knew, when they recognised my resolve.

    For that, they returned my sister and griot to me. For them both, I wept. That my family had survived. That my legend would survive, I wept, and held them both so tight I feared I might never let go. I was the king of great wealth, even then, for I had so many treasures with me. Those people were my people. Like any man, I protect what is mine.

    The sorcerer-king of Sosso lacked this quality; to be certain he possessed a certain iron will, as most tyrants do, a will that he would bend the innocent to. But when he appeared on the battlefield, never would he dare risk himself. No matter the strategem I deployed, no matter how merciless my assault, he cared not for the losses, made no attempt to preserve his troops, but buckled immediately whenever he so much as suspected that I might strike a blow. Only his life had meaning to him. A man like that could never stand against a true king. For the lives of thousands are cherished to me."



    benoo fia kaba
    a thousand free topple a single tyrant
    Rank A++
    Anti-Unit
    "The arrow flew and grazed Soumaro on the shoulder.
    The spur no more than scratched him, but the effect was immediate and Soumaro felt his powers leave him.
    His eyes met Sundiata's.
    Now trembling like a man in the grip of a fever, the vanquished Soumaro looked up towards the sun.
    A great black bird flew over the fray and he understood. It was a bird of misfortune."
    The time at last had come. At the field of Krina the two armies clashed, Sundiata with the sun at his back against the accursed king of Sosso, each determined to obliterate the other that he might claim all under heaven. Even then, coward that he was, Soumaro refused Sundiata the honour of an honest bout, fleeing him across the battlefield in an attempt to disrupt his formation, until finally the future king of Mali had the man in his sights, and nocked a single arrow.

    The secret Sundiata had divined from his sacrifice to the spirits was Soumaro's tana, a vow made with his ancestral line, to never in his life touch the spur of a rooster. Through strict observance of this vow, the power of countless generations prior was passed down into Soumaro, this innocuous promise the source of his sorcerous might. At the sight of Sundiata loosing an arrow tipped with precisely a rooster's spur, Soumaro panicked and made to evade; it was an act of the spirits then, surely, that righted the arrow in flight, just enough that it barely scraped his shoulder. That alone was enough. His arts broken along with his vow, Soumaro fled in terror, pursued by Sundiata all the while, until desperate he pleaded for the spirits that his blood not be shed - for which they transformed him to stone. Soon after Sundiata razed Sosso, and so it was before the day was done, the King of Lions became king again over Mali.

    A Noble Phantasm that recreates the final battle of his campaign, and Sundiata's claim to the class of Archer. Though foes with weaknesses as exploitable as Soumaro's are few and far between, this is an arrow that holds within it the concepts of
    「the enemy's weakness」 and 「powerlessness」bound together by the central idea of 「topple the tyrant, seal his strength.」First, if the enemy does possess a weakness he can use, Archer must divine it. Through careful observation if not communion with the spirits, for at his core he remains the great hunter, thus must he know his prey. Their identity, their character, their abilities, from where they derive their strength and where they find themselves at their lowest, all will he come to know, waiting for that moment to arrive where Archer knows in his bones the time has come to claim his quarry.

    Then comes the crafting of the arrow, into which Archer must pour all he has learned. The desired composition of the arrow is determined by the depths of his knowledge - and the materials he is able to procure. Just as Sundiata was able to obtain Soumaro's weakness from his tribute to the spirits, so will his efforts prove fruitful here; for example, if the target possesses a great deal of divinity, then there is a small chance providence will bless Archer with a chance at obtaining materials for crafting an
    anti-Divine arrow,」such as the Noble Phantasm of another Servant he must first befriend, or the venom of a phantasmal beast in the vicinity he must hunt. As this is primarily a technique for defeating tyrants and the like, the greater the hatred levelled against Archer's targets by innocents, the higher the likelihood of these miracles, and the easier constructing an arrow against them will be.

    The might of the arrow once loosed is entirely proportional to Archer's success in designing it. Even at its weakest, it is an attack with a chance of lowering the enemy's parameters. Against a Magus, their Magic Circuits may well suffer permanent damage. With a deeper understanding, it becomes possible to seal the enemy's skills, or perhaps even a Noble Phantasm. At its full might, the arrow cannot be evaded, will bypass all defences - and will upon striking flesh will bring the enemy down to the level of a normal human of the modern era. Mystery, authority, power, all come with their fair share of responsibility. Those who cannot be trusted to wield them so are thereby undeserving. This is a Noble Phantasm overflowing with the veneration offered to the saviour-king who understood that principle by his beloved subjects.




    « III »Golden Rule (Glorious Hub of Trade) A
    "There are some kings who are powerful through their military strength.
    Everybody trembles before them, but when they die nothing but ill is spoken of them.
    Others do neither good nor ill and when they die they are forgotten.
    Others are feared because they have power, but they know how to use it and they are loved because they love justice.
    Sundiata was of this group, loved.
    He was the father of Mali and gave the world peace.
    After him the world has not seen a greater conqueror, for he was the seventh and last conqueror."
    At Sundiata's command, then, Mali grew and grew - not at the point of a spear, but in hands clasped tight together. All who had come to know Sundiata in the course of his journey, all who had tasted liberation at his hand, all who had merely sat witness to his deeds, all came together at his bidding under the new king's rule. Twelve kingdoms joined into one, the Twelve Doors of Mali, the foundation of the great Mali Empire under Sundiata Keita, first to bear the title of Mansa. That more than anything was the sum of his efforts. Might alone does not a king make, for to conquer Mali in itself was an act any tyrant could muster. Only Sundiata could have expanded the kingdom twelvefold without so much as the threat of force, but an open hand and an open heart. The power to open those twelve doors, this is the summation of his eight-year journey, the philosophy of kingship from which it emerged.

    "The king must understand people's hearts. How else might he bring them prosperity?"

    And the King of Lions who followed that philosophy did indeed bring prosperity to his people. The Mali Empire that sprung from a meagre Mandinka kingdom soon grew to be the great power of the region, the largest empire in all of West Africa, an economic powerhouse whose culture and laws spread out far beyond the horizon, until all the glorious light of Mali touched became known as the Bright Country. Wealth flowed like a river, touching the lives of all, where goods and luxuries of every kind might be found, where no child need go hungry nor live in fear of injustice. This was the legacy of Sundiata, the seventh conqueror, who rendered conquest itself irrelevant. His answer to his predecessors.

    Though his great-nephew Musa may be more famous on his account of his extravagant spendings, it was Sundiata who established the state that allowed a Mali emperor to become the richest man in all human history, thus in Archer rests the power of true economic prosperity. He gathers wealth not only to himself, but to his surroundings, encouraging coin and goods to move about him, until poverty itself becomes a thing of the past.

    "This was the conclusion I reached on the road. From the traders to the sellswords to the vagrants to the beggars. As animals gather at the water to drink, the beasts called Men gather at the river called wealth - thus I formed new banks, that I might direct it to flow freely through Mali from one end of my Empire to the other. Out into other lands, whose people would learn of the glory of Mali and flock to us, to bolster us further, until all would come to know and rely upon the greatness of my people. The true benefit of my years in exile was that I came to know the nature of Men of all walks of life. Not only what ailed and drove them, but how their deeds came together.

    The flow of goods, of services, of life from one place to another, each individual making their own small contribution, into what would become a singular chain. It binds all people, as the mechanisms of what underpins a gathering of peoples. If I do not understand how they live, how might I understand how they feel? The king must understand how his kingdom functions, for a king with no kingdom is a fool at play. He must in turn grasp that it is the people that make the kingdom, not himself; this step he must take, to grasp his duty to the masses.

    Trade is the habit of a people in peacetime, and it is peace that the king ought provide. The people of Mali are and were a treasury greater than any other. In my deeds I sought to polish them to the finest sheen. In my passing I sought to make sure they too would inherit my understanding, to polish themselves finer still."


    Independent Action A+
    "Niama, Niama, Niama,
    You, you serve as a shelter for all,
    All come to seek refuge under you.
    And as for you, Niama,
    Nothing serves you for shelter,
    God alone protects you."
    A truly independent existence that may function without a Master. His conviction reaches the level that it all but radiates off of him, extending a similar effect to his allies.

    "That, I suppose, was my answer to the sixth conqueror, to the King of Conquerors who preceded me. That King's men followed out into the great unknown because they believed in him and his dream. Whether I could inspire my people to do the same was immaterial; once Soumaro was cut down and the Empire established, I had no interest in merely retracing the steps of dead men. A king should have enough dignity to avoid mere blind imitation.

    No, I would not merely lead the charge. Where I walked, I could only have faith they would follow - and to those who did, I would award them on the quality of their deeds, of their character, and build for every last one of them a home. The king's glory is his people's glory. He makes them his treasure, and lives on forever in their joy. No matter the distance my station might demand I keep from time to time, I would always be right at their side. In their very hearts.

    I decided, then. Rather than a dream, I would show them a reality, as glistening and glittering as any fantasy, whose lustre would linger long after my passing. Therefore even if Mali succumbed to the cruelties of time some centuries later, I stand here accomplished, crowned King of Lions. The king who provided for the people who were his pride and joy."

    kouroukan fouga
    declaration on granite rock
    Rank EX
    Anti-Army
    "Bambougou, Bozo, Djedeba.
    Do, Jalo, Kaniaga.
    Kiri, Oualata, Siby.
    Tabon, Toron, Zaghari.
    Dear friends and beloved strangers. Hear me now, all who have ears to listen.
    I make here my forty-fifth decree!
    We shall gather and march as one! By this, the...
    Kouroukan Fouga!"

    "Sundiata pronounced all the prohibitions which still endure in relations between the tribes.
    To each he assigned its land, he established the rights of each people and ratified their friendships.
    No kin group was forgotten at Kouroukan Fouga; all had a share in the division.
    Thus spoke the son of Sogolon at Kouroukan Fouga.
    Since that time his respected word has become law, the rule of conduct for all the peoples.
    So, Sundiata divided the world.
    If you go to Ka-ba, go and see the glade of Kouroukan Fouga and you will see a tree planted there, perpetuating the memory of the great gathering which witnessed the division of the world."

    Also known of the Division of the World. After the slaying of Soumaro, Sundiata Keita and all the chiefs and kings who had fought at his side all gathered in one place, that Sundiata might set down the charter by which his new Empire would be governed. An overarching constitution - one of the oldest in known history - comprising forty-four articles, it established the rights and dignities of all under the king's command. That all, regardless of status or wealth, possess a life of equal value, and that this life must be cherished. That children were to be treated with care by the community. That women were to be included in the management of society. That one should not be cruel even to one's enemies. That honour, humility, compassion, and mutual love for one another would be the guiding light for Sundiata's new world. Hearing these forty-four declarations, the lords of each of the Twelve Doors in turn sunk their spears into the earth as they swore their allegiance, to the laws that would make Mali the beautiful Bright Country.

    The love of Sundiata's supporters, of all his people, lingered on long after his death. The Empire did not immediately dissolve into competitors squabbling for territory, but rather the masses held true to the articles the dead king has passed down, for they felt in those laws the king's unending devotion to them, and knew in their hearts they wished to devote themselves in turn to him. Even when the Empire came to an end as all states do, the tale of Sundiata lived on another six centuries, for those who survived passed down the legend of this man they loved, and each successor state in turn worked to cast themselves as the true inheritor of this, the Kouroukan Fouga.

    As Archer recites his incantation, as if to honour their oath, the twelve spears of the twelve chiefs of the Twelve Doors arise from the earth, before dissolving as one into a glistening, golden dust. Sundiata Keita's Noble Phantasm, the riches of Mali. No, more than that. More than merely the riches accumulated under his own rule, or even the goods acquired by his successors, but all the
    riches of Mali, of its successors, of the entire Bright Country, of all West Africa and beyond - all the 「wealth」and 「prosperity」found in the people whose lives, however briefly, however distantly, were touched by the philosophy of Sundiata.

    The sun is the source of all life. Its rays, beautiful and bountiful, shine down equally on all, even into the darkest of corners. This is the light of Sundiata, cast upon his Empire, cast into the future. He is no longer its owner. Only a tyrant would imagine he could claim all the riches of so many for himself. This is the light of Sundiata, returned back to him by the love and gratitude of those it shone upon. A collective, shared Noble Phantasm, drawing on the bond between the King of Lions and his pride innumerable. Coin, spices, salt, textiles, metals, animals, vehicles, weapons, foodstuffs, jewels, materials. Gilded palaces, fleets of camels, armed attendants. The wealth of centuries can be summoned in an instant by
    「spending」that golden dust. But Archer is not one for hoarding goods.


    The gold he calls forth distributes itself unseen amidst the populace of his summoning, just sufficient to improve their lives without disruption, for this is not Archer's Noble Phantasm alone, and the river of wealth is not his to dominate; it abides by the wishes of all those who follow the Kouroukan Fouga, thus this gold automatously moves to enrich the lives of all people. Bringing good fortune, enhancing opportunities, even expending itself to protect innocents from harm. The site he occupies invariably grows into a grand hub of trade. And for each person who swears allegiance to Archer, or each person who feels from the bottom of their heart a certain gratitude for the Kouroukan Fouga having improved their lot in life, even if they know not its true nature, their 「prosperity」in turn becomes a fresh drop in that great flowing river, a permanent part of this Noble Phantasm. Archer's treasure is not gold. It is the peace that gold brings.

    But the king has the right of command, should he prove himself worthy. By gathering the river of gold to himself, Archer may will it to defend or attack. If the love of his countless beneficiaries proves true, they will obey. The radiance of Sundiata's own heart, reflected off the individual brilliance of each single speck of golden dust, will be magnified thousand-fold into a great burst of light, an absolute Anti-Poverty, Anti-Evil, Anti-Tyrant power that bears down with all the merciless glory of the Mali sun.





    « IV »Iskandar
    "Delighted as I am to finally meet you, I understand there is little time to celebrate. Already my spirit itches to test itself against you; where I have it in me to believe a king should not fall prey to his tempers, I suspect your lust for conquest equals mine own for calm. So be it. Subjugation is far more than a single victory. When the victor is decided... Will my people, nourished by peace, be swept up by the glory of a bloodstained battlefield and the distant horizon? Will your people, sustained by warfare, succumb to the joys of a life without strife and the sword put-down? Words alone cannot decide this. Come, great King of Conquerors. Let us clash as kings do."

    Goddess Rhongomyniad
    "A state of affairs unworthy of a lion's pride. Whatever spirit of honour might have rested in you once, Lion King, I feel has already faded. What gives this false kingdom meaning, if there are none outside its borders to know its glory, no people to sing of the king's great spirit
    ? Whatever you hope to preserve is empty, cold as the grave. Our history lives not frozen in form, but in word and song, with people to tell our tales."

    Yehoshua Bar-Yosef
    "I would ask that you discard your humility, King of Kings, but I sense it to be genuine. I cannot claim to know the full extent of your character - but your spirit, at the least, I feel to be kindred with mine. You died for your people, I understand? Not only those who would call themselves yours, but all peoples. Then hold your head higher. Though to live for them is even greater, let us break bread for a time. We must enjoy this while it lasts; the nature of lions, I fear, is rarely to co-exist."

    Faran Maka Bote
    "Oho! You are from the people of Gao, no? One of the kingdoms that joined then succeeded my own... But no, enough of that. I understand you are a great hunter, atop that a master of the musical arts. That being the case, come join me in the field. A friendly match of our talents should be the basis for a fine relationship."

    Victoria (Saber)
    "Your success I cannot deny, great pillager, slaughterer-queen, the woman who brought abundance to her few people in the sacrifice of so many. Yours is a beastly lust for the sheer joy of subjugation, hence a predator I shall name you. Did you ever sate your hunger as you filled your coffers, O Queen of the graves imperial, as you gorged yourself in your lust for blood? Where one forges a blade to cut down the hated foe, from what I can see you only welcome the presence of foes, for they give you good cause to forge more, spill more. When the sun sets, will your people forget how red stains the sun hanging over paradise? Is blood and plunder the extent of the Queen's imagination?"

    Ouagadou-Bidou
    "So this is the serpent of Ghana... You brought great riches to the masses, yet, but your love was hardly without condition, nor was your appreciation for their efforts to appease you. Let us not waste time debating the morality of you retracting your favour. Ouagadou rose and fell at your bidding, until to me went the task of lifting it up once again. Allow me this chance to show you, then, that there is beauty beyond the glittering of gold alone."

    Musa I
    "Hah! So Abu Bakr's line took the throne, eh? Which would make me your great-uncle, by my reckoning. We will have plenty of time to celebrate this reunion, but for the time being... What is this I hear, little Mansa, of your excessive spending? Damming the river defeats the purpose of wealth, our dynasty along with it. Perhaps, worst of all, you do not truly appreciate the value of the gold you made a habit of throwing about so frivolously? To be so wasteful with what poorer men would die for... Hah. Maybe a little discipline is in order. What say we enjoy a proper bout, as family? I will hear of your own philosophy of kingship then."




    « V »The Lion Sleeps Tonight
    The king's time grows short.
    In age as he was in youth, he is forced to crawl out of his palace.
    Out into the wilderness, out into the bush.
    Until he finds himself beneath a single tree.
    A silk-cotton tree. Still there since the time of his father.
    But soon to wilt.
    Smiling to himself, the king sits beneath the tree, and closes his eyes.
    He does not fear. For he knows.
    As do the seeds of the tree, his breath rides out on the wind.




    « VI »NOTES
    IT'S DONE!!! For this sheet, I really wanted to convey the scale of an epic, and as an epic does 'tell a story' as the sheet goes on, hence splitting both halves of the epic into their own separate sheets.
    I feel like this guy would be a Saberface if he ever appeared in canon just because of the Lion King thing. Speaking of which, Lion King Arturia is 獅子王 and Sundiata is ライオン王, see totally different.

    Art Sources
    Opening art by kivi_oishii.
    First/Second/Third Ascension, Independent Action, and Journey of the Lion Returned art by redrabbit44.
    CE art by Penya.
    Magic Resistance art by oro. Golden Rule art by dustk0.
    Incitement (Boast) art by siera.
    Shamanism art by 44san.

    Bibliography
    Niane, D. (2006), Sundiata: an Epic of Old Mali 2nd Edition, Longman African Press
    J. Masoff (2002) Mali: Land of Gold and Glory, New York Five Ponds Press
    M. Deme (2010), Heroism and the Supernatural in the African Epic, New York: Routledge
    D. Conrad (2005), Empires of Medieval West Africa, New York: Facts on File
    I. Okpewho (1979), The Epic in Africa: Toward a Poetics of the Oral Performance, New York: Columbia University Press
    A. Kwei (2006), The Eloquence of the Scribes: A Memoir on the Sources and Resources of African Literature, Popenguine, Senegal
    J. Tsaaior (2019), "The Sundiata Epic and the Global Literary Imaginary," A Companion to World Literature, Dec. 2019, p. 1-11




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    The Singularity came suddenly, in the middle of the night.

    A sudden temporal vortex had formed around the entirety of China in 2225 BC, during the time of the legendary Emperor Shun's reign. Further investigation revealed a fuzzy screen of a great deluge overtaking the land, the very seas churning and rising in tandem with the rainwater as the mountains seemed to melt into mud under the pouring rain. Given the time period being set during the age of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, what was essentially China's early Age of Gods, the supermassive deluge threatening to wipe out a China that was still in the early stages of growth demanded an immediate response from Chaldea to resolve the Singularity and save humanity.

    Despite the fact that Sheba's sight was going to be unreliable given the period, and the fact that everyone had just begun ti recover from Nahui Mictlan and Daybit's parting words, Ritsuka dove headfirst int work, choosing to turn away from the far-reaching ramifications of having to go fight CHALDEAS. And beat the living shit out of Marisbury, but she was looking forward to that part so it was partially fine for her.

    As she touched down in the Singularity (read: crashed facefirst into a puddle of mud because the calculations were off again and Mash had just barely managed to soften the blow like back in Babylonia) and regathered her bearing, she looked around at the torrential weather, her face grim. Besides her, the team selected by Trismegistus and Sheba touched down, looking out over their ruined homeland.

    "This is...." Qin Lingyu whispered in horror, unable to tear her eyes away from the tragic scene before her. Her lack pof words speaks volumes in and of itself as she takes a step forward. Besides her, Gao Chonggong can only give her a sympathetic look as Ritsuka switches to her 'work mode'. Simply standing around wasn't going to fix anything, after all.

    "....We can mourn when we have the chance to rest." She says solemnly, looking to Wu Zetian for aid. "Your Majesty, how goes reconnaissance efforts at the moment?"

    "Terribly." Wu Zetian bluntly says, the Lover-Class Servant attempting to divine something, anything with her Mandate of Heaven and utterly failing, "Whatever is causing this storm, it's saturated the entire Singularity with Magical Energy. I can scarcely sense a Servant's presence here, let alone attempt to map the area out." Then, she paused, squinting in effort for a scant second. "....Wait. Speaking of Servant, I sense a foreign presence right now. There's a rogue Servant manifestation nearby, but I cannot tell."

    "My lady. Whoever has manifested in the Singularity, they must have been here for a good while." The last member of the team says. Di Renjie knelt down slightly, his eye focused on a seemingly innocuous patch of mud. "Here. It's faint given the rainfall, but there's multiple trails of deep divots leading towards the west. Generally shaped like that of a straw sandal, and they're all the same size, too. Exactly the same size. Whoever made these trails, they were moing frequently enough and quickly enough that the rainfall isn't done erasing the tracks. They should be nearby."

    "Well done, Guolao. I knew I could count on you."

    "I aim to please, my lady."

    "Then, first things first. We'll meet the rogue Servant and see if they're friend or foe. Hopefully they're a friend. I'd hate to meet the source of this rainfall first thing in here..." Ritsuka muttered, already soaked to the bone and not shivering only thanks to the innate heating function of her Mystic Code.

    The trails, though gradually disappearing, hadn't led far and Renjie was able to point them all in a general direction to the Servant. As they trudged over patches of wetland and mud-filled crevices, the trails led to a single man, toiling away as he sprinkled dirt and soil into a burning kiln, bricks of clay and earth slowly cooking in the fire. Even in the torrential rainfall, he worked only with the scant protection of a roof made of straw and clay with wooden supports, the kiln completely protected from the storm's winds and his hands expertly handling the materials little by little, stacking them on a pile for future usage. Despite the rain, the clay didn't seem to grow wet and the rain slid right off of the bricks.

    "This should be enough to handle thefirst dam.....if I redirect the water at Wuyin Juncture, I should be able to split the flow and salvage a small part of the village for shelter purposes...." He muttered to himself, turning and adding another clay brick to the pile....and spotting Ritsuka's team not far from his ramshakcle 'dwelling'. "....Chaldea, I presume. Thank goodness you're here. I was starting to worry that I'd been hung to dry."

    "How did you....?"

    "Throne shenanigans, i preusme. I manifested here with knowledge of your organization and the severity of this Singulariy, which may or may not worry me how panicked whatever force summoned me seems to be acting. But, before anything else, I should probably form a contract with you and introduce myself." The man mused, standing to face Ritsuka dn holding a hand into the rain to shake hers.

    "You're....awfully calm for somebody in this situation." Ritsuka half-joked as she shook his hand, noting the calluses on what would have been soft and suuple hands, and the dirt and grime stains on what would have been extravagant robes of nobility and status in China. He offered a rueful smile even when she shivered, feeling te sudden chill and tingle that accompanied her forming a temporary contract with a Heroic Spirit.

    "Let's just say this isn't my first rodeo with this kind of situation." He sighed, an undercurrent of bitter regret in his tone before he straightened. "Servant, Shielder. Count of Chong, officer of the Imperial Court....and failed hero of China."






    "My True Name is Gun. Member of the terrible Four Evildoers, Gun. Please, Master......don't depend too much on my works, okay?"

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    Class: Shielder

    Other Eligible Classes: Avenger, Alter Ego

    True Name:
    Gun


    Aliases: Count Gun of Chong,
    白馬
    Báimǎ
    , Third of the Four Criminals, Failure Hero, Abyssal God Gun

    Alignment: Chaotic Good

    Attribute: Earth

    Origin: Chinese Mythology

    Region: China

    Height: 5'6in/167.6cm

    Weight: 170lbs/77kg

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

    Catalyst: A pouch of
    息壤
    Xirang


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    Talents: Construction, theft, caring for children, defying the gods

    Natural Enemies: Emperor Yao, his Avenger self, His son

    Likes: Building things, his country, his son, diligence, clean water, zhajiangmian, ginger tea

    Dislikes: Floods, his reputation, being reminded of his failure, century eggs, suanmeitang

    Personality: A kind man and a diligent worker who leaves no room for error, Shielder is the very definition of a hardworking artisan. Despite what history remembers him as, he takes caution in ensuring his products' quality and prefers to build off of his talents with relentless effort instead of coasting on his name.

    Despite being a legitimate noble and official of an Imperial Court, you're more likely to find him fiddling with pottery designs in a workshop or rending to a personal garden himself than actually doing paperwork or handling local disputes like a noble in China usually does. He's not fond of what he dubs 'stuffy official work' and prefers hands-on activities that other officials would turn their noses up at. Even so, if the situation calls for it he'll drop his lackadaisical personality for a serious and cold persona when people needs the Count of Chong to appear. Humble and modest, he chooses to live among his subjects, taking his throne only when he needs to.

    And yet, there is a shining sliver of regret. Knowing that, despite his work and despite all his efforts, the dikes he built over the course of nine years had collapsed and killed so many people, weighs heavily on his mind even now. Carrying the burden of his failures with him as a reminder, he strives to better both himself and his creations every day, sometimes forgoing meals and sleep if he gets too lost in his own work.

    Wish for the Grail: "I...don't work. Maybe I should have thought of another method than the flood dikes. Maybe I shouldn't have been appointed in the first place. I just.....want some way were the people who died from the dikes' collapse hadn't. I wish they had lived instead."

    ParametersParameters:
    Strength: B
    Endurance: C+
    Agility: D
    Mana: B
    Luck: E
    NP: A+


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    Bond DefaultOne of the Four Criminals, said to be the worst offenders in Chinese mythology for the amount of human lives they had stolen with their actions. Whether it was through incompetence, malicious intent or just plain bad luck, the Four Criminals are at the top of a ladder of monsters where vengeful gods, bloodthirsty warlords and mass-murdering demons are regular occurrences, and several hundred thousand deaths is not just a statistic, but a fairly small one at that.

    Despite being someone who is supposed to be one of China's oldest, worst and most terrible killers, Shielder himself seems like a fine and upstanding person. He's an official of the Imperial Court carrying a nobility title of his own, he's a bonafide nobleman and carries himself with an air that suggests chivalry and measured stoicism over bloodlust and terror. And yet, the stigma of death still clings to him. Not enforced by Skills of any kind, but attached by dint of his legend like a lingering geist. Regret may come. So may grief.

    Neither will ever bring back the lives lost.



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    Bond 1Born as the second son of Emperor Zhuanxu of the Five Emperors and a prince of the entirety of China, Gun was a child who came from a lineage of heroes and deities. He was a demigod born from the bloodline of the Yellow Emperor, his father being the killer of Gonggong, the evil water god who unaligned the world's sky and caused untold flooding and disasters until Nuwa repaired the pillar he had smashed up in his blind rage. Despite that, even from a young age it was apparent that though he was fit to lead, he was not fit to rule. Gun despised taking etiquette classes and sitting still behind a desk, always preferring to head to one of the artisans' workshops and learn all he could about craftsmanship.

    Seeing that his son was better fit, and happier to boot, as a builder than a ruler, Zhuanxu removed Gun from the line of succession and instead had him placed as a court official where he would have ample free time to pursue his passions while still learning the ins and outs of nobility and the obligations of the imperial court. As he grew, the royal demigod would spend his time juggling his passions in construction and craftsmanship with his duties as a high-ranking court official and ruler of part of China.

    Maybe Gun had lucked out in the demigod genetics lottery. Maybe he had always held a hero's destiny. But he aged far slower and retained his adult appearance even as his father grew old and passed away, and the throne of China was handed to Gaoxin, who then became Emperor Ku. Even when Ku himself passed away and the throne was succeeded yet again by Emperor Yao, Gun yet lived. Even when he kneeled before Yao as the Great Flood ravaged China, almost two hundred and fifty years old yet barely looking a day over thirty, he lived as a humble and simple human.

    Because he was still allowed to continue pursuing his passions as a builder, and he was happy even then.

    ...Nothing beautiful can last.



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    Bond 2Class Skills:

    Magic Resistance A

    A Class Skill of the Shielder Class, denoting protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.

    As a demigod from the Age of Gods who was not only directly descended from one of the most culturally impactful deities in Chinese history (and apparently a former Chief Deity, at that), Gun originally had middling Magic Resistance. However, when he broke into the heavens and stole their supplies to build his flood dikes, he was exposed to all the greatest and most terrible spells in ancient China cast by the hands of literal deities, and lived to tell the tale. At this point, only True Magics or Divine Spells could even begin to affect this man.

    Riding E

    A Class Skill of the Shielder Class, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles.

    In life and afterwards, Gun hasn't actually ridden any mounts to speak of. As a result, he possesses this Skill solely due to his Class.

    Self-Field Defense B+

    A Class Skill of the Shielder Class, denoting the ability to protect both allies and ally territory. The higher the rank is, the larger the defensive area increases.

    As Gun was tasked with protecting the whole of China, and temporarily succeeded, he has gained a high rank in this Skill. He can defend himself, his allies and any territory shared between himself and his allies to an extent, allowing him to reduce all damage to a certain degree. Though it was a temporary thing, even the valleys of China were safe under his shield fr a time. If he pushes himself. he can singlehandedly defend an entire valley, and 'mitigate' damage throughout an entire country. Gains a plus modifier when used in China.



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    Bond 3Personal Skills:

    Divinity C

    A Skill denoting the measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. At high levels, one can be considered a Demigod, a mix between a human and Divine Spirit.

    In legends, Gun is a demigod descended from the Yellow Emperor, as well as an animalistic god of the abyss. Thus, he would originally have an incredibly high Rank in this Skill. However, due to his own dislike for his position as an abyssal god, as well as the sheer hatred his 'followers' aim at his failure to stop the Great Flood, this Skill has fallen to a middling Rank at best.

    Sea Flow Stoppage B-

    A Skill denoting the status of a hero who had, through one way or another, stopped the flow of large bodies of water or forcibly halted floods. At high ranks, it is possible to completely halt a source of water and theoretically cause droughts singlehandedly.

    For nine years, Shielder diligently built dams and flood dikes to stem the flow of the Great Flood's rushing waters with the help of Xirang, and at first it genuinely worked. However, eventually the dikes couldn't last and collapsed, causing millions to drown. As such, Gun can fully stop an entire river from flowing, leaving the water to gradually grow stagnant and fetid. However, this effect will gradually weaken over time before eventually giving out after two days.

    ....Of course, he can apply this effect to other liquids as well, though the effect won't be as powerful.

    Heretical Theft of Heavenly Implements A++

    A Skill denoting the user's ability to steal tools and/or weapons from the gods to use them for themselves. It is the crystallization of one's heist so masterful that the gods learned of this most blasphemous crime, and the perpetrators still lived to tell the tale.

    During his efforts to fulfill the task Emperor Yao have burdened him with, Shielder had once managed to break into the very heavens and steal Xirang from the gods, taking the magical soil back to use as material for the dike constructions. It is said that he even stole what was meant to be divine knowledge and secrets of the gods, and shared them among his fellow countrymen for their own usage. In response, the
    上帝
    Shangdi
    sent
    祝融
    Zhurong
    , a god of fire to hunt Gun down and execute him for his blasphemy.

    And the fire god failed for nine years and even beyond, leaving Gun unpunished (technically) for what he did.

    With this Skill, Shielder can 'steal' from Divine Spirits and Servants with Divinity, taking from their arsenal of weapons, partaking in their knowledge, or even temporarily sealing their Noble Phantasms by taking it for himself. He can use said weapons and knowledge for himself or even impart copies of them to his allies, giving them a better chance at survival. The downside is that eventually, what he personally took will eventually return to it's original owners, and he cannot actually use the Noble Phantasms, only taking and holding onto them. In addition to this, this Skill will not work if the target has no Divinity in them, meaning that even if the weapon is Divine, if the user is not then Gun cannot take the weapon for himself. It's like a sidegrade of Benkei's Eighth Implement, in a way.

    Gains a plus modifier when used against a Chinese Servant and an additional plus modifier if the weapon and/or knowledge is related to construction or agrriculture.



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    Bond 4It's not exactly known when, but during Yao's reign the Great Flood of China occurs. A supermassive tide of water that would completely submerge all of Yao's territory, leaving no house spared and ravaging the soil and crops. The Yellow River, the Yangtze Valley, both were completely submerged by the water and it was said that so great was the flood that it would topple even hilltops and mountains from the relentless flow.

    Pushed to his wits' end and desperate to save his peopl, Yao turned to the Four Mountains, a quartet of mountain gods who acts as the Emperor's divine advisors, for advice. In their wisdom, they insisted that Yao was to appoint Gun as the man in charge of abating the flood waters. Yao hesitated upon this, for he knew who Gun was. Old yet young, carefree yet cautious. Gun was a living relic of the time when Zhuanxu ruled, and despised getting involved in matters of the court.

    But this was a dire emergency, and the longer Yao hesitated the more his heart ached at the thought of his people suffering from the flood. In the end, Yao gave in to the Four Mountains' advice and appointed Gun as Minister of Flood Relief. Seeing the severity of the flood waters and knowing that ordinary materials would never be able to stop the disaster, Gun dove into the task set before him with gusto....by proceeding to infiltrate the heavens to steal from the gods.



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    Bond 5Noble Phantasm:

    Swelling Earth, Bulwarks of Clay
    Xirang

    Rank: A+
    Classification: Anti-Army (Self), Anti-Disaster
    Range: 1-100
    Maximum Targets: 1000 people

    "Swell, grow and rise from the earth. My shields of soil and walls of clay are made with materials even the gods covet so greedily! Protect my allies,
    Swelling Earth, Bulwarks of Clay
    Xirang
    !"

    The very soil Shielder had stolen from the gods, materialized into his Noble Phantasm. A self-replenishing bag of what appears to be ordinary dirt at first, when Shielder pours it onto the ground the soil will expand and regenerate by itself and continuously rise higher and higher. This process stops only if the soils either hits a physical upper limit or the user commands it to stop. The soils itself seems to be in a state of 'contradiction': It is soft enough to plant seeds and such inside and is rich with magical energy as a result of it's origins and composition, but when it is attacked via physical or magical means it will harden in response.

    Should Shielder utter the True Name of his Noble Phantasm, the soil's expansion rate increases drastically and can even be taken apart to form sturdy weapons in a pinch, and it's sure to withstand all but the most powerful blows in response. After this, this soil was prized property of the very gods of China. It's capabilities aren't something to laugh at. In fact, it was said that the only reason why the dikes built by Gun had crumbled was because, in his rage, the Shangdi imbued his own divinity into the flood waters and used them to slowly but surely cause the structures to crumble for nine years straight.

    However, there is one massive drawback to this Noble Phantasm: The used soil comes with it's own separate supply of Magical Energy. Once that supply runs out it'll crumble on it's own and become ordinary dirt afterwards, no matter what form the soil is in. The larger the walls and the more the soil has expanded, the more Magical Energy said soil will burn through to maintain itself.



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    Bond ExtraBreaking into the heavens, Gun would gather as much information as he could and stealing all the Xirang he could carry. Sensing his presence but unable to stop him, Shangdi would send Zhurong after Gun to execute him for his blasphemy and begin imbuing his divinity into the flood waters in a fit of divine rage. Escaping Zhurong's pursuit, however, Gun would get to work combining the Xirang with ordinary soil and clay to build flood dikes and dams to stop the flood for the next nine years, using the waters to act as nourishment for the peoples' crops. For a time, the dikes actually worked. People lived in peace, the king was relieved, and all was well. Yao would pass on in peace, and a man named Chonghua would ascend to the throne and take on the name of Shun.

    Nothing beautiful can last. Shangdi's divinity, infused into the flood, slowly but surely ground away at the Xirang's magical defense. Or perhaps the energy within the soil had run out after so long. All we will ever know is that the dikes collapsed in the end, and millions died as a result of their destruction. Disgraced by this monumental failure, Gun would be exiled to Feather Mountain by Emperor Shun, where his fate becomes nebulous. Some legends say that Shun accompanied Gun and executed him at the peak of the mountain. Other versions claim that Zhurong hunted down Gun at long last and killed the repentant builder via his divine fire.

    Others yet say that, overcome with guilt and despair, Gun leapt into a flooded ravine, transforming into an animalistic deity of the abyss who continues to linger in the sorrow of his failure to this day. Unable to drown, yet too dead to truly live. All agree, however, that Gun had a son who he entrusted with the task he failed, to save his country and do what Gun could not. That son would go on to become Yu the Great, He Who Controls and Waters and founder of the Xia dynasty, the first dynastic state in Chinese history.

    Thus ended the life of Gun, failed hero of China and most pitiable of the Four Criminals.



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    RelationshipsZhuge Liang: "You too, huh?"

    Shielder senses the presence of a fellow comrade. A person skilled in what they do, and overworked to their limits because of it. You can find the two sharing spirits in the cafeteria from time to time, and Shielder occasionally advises Waver on teaching Gray.

    Sanzang: "Xuanzang Sanzang. Famed Monk who travelled to the West and retrieved the sutras of Buddhism for China. You're a bit more.....airheaded than I expected! Then again, I can't do anything to even begin to downgrade your monumental achievements. Please, have a seat. If you don't mind me asking.....what was your journey like? Without the frills, exaggerations and glorification that came with your story? Can you....tell me?"

    Taigong Wang: "I was born and died far too early to ever read the Investiture of the Gods, but I hear that he was the central figure in taking down a Beast of Humanity. If it really is true, I can definitely believe him being a Grand Candidate, no matter how lackadaisical he acts.....even if the bastard scammed me out with that drinking contest last night. What kind of monster did his liver come from.....?"

    Taisui Xingjun: "T-T-Taisui Xingjun?! Master, did you really summon Yin Jiao himself into Chaldea?! 'You sound worried about him'- Of course I do! His primary role is a god of calamity who's omen manifests as that of a conceptual flood! He might not be my Natural Enemy, but he's a complete natural counter to me! Every single cell in my body is screaming to avoid him!"

    Huang Feihu: "Children can be rambunctious and carefree at first, and they might drive you insane with their actions. But to see them grow up into fine men and women is the best feeling in the world, I wanna say. So here. A toast. To your sons, and to mine, and the the beautiful lives all of them led. Cheers."

    Child Servants: Sometimes, you'll find Shielder babysitting some of the Child Servants, keeping them from getting too far out of hand. If you pay attention, you'll see him with a sonewhat distant smile, as if reminiscing about a faraway time back with his own son.

    Zhang Jue: "Blood spilled in the name of peace is, in the end, still blood spilled. I will not begrudge you your motivaitons. Lord knows I don't have the right to do such a thing. However, at the very least, have the decency to own up to what you have done."

    Yang Guifei: "I feel something lingering beyond her Spirit Origin, an otherworldly presence connected to her very form. A distant star of eldritch blue fire, glaring balefully at me behind her eyes. It feels like whatever that presence it, it hates anything connected to 'seawater' or 'the abyss' out of petty principles....I should probably avoid her. Just, just in case."

    Kublai Khan: "As a noble of the court and a former prince, I bow to her wisdom and skill as a ruler. As a father, though? It is taking every single cell in my body not to pat her head a bunch to reassure her. Gaaaaaaah, I don't even know why, I just see Yu in her!"

    "Sun Zi": "For the sake of combat, for the sake of eternal conflict she was willing to throw her own life away. I've heard rumors, snippets of text from the archives the Yellow Emperor had left behind, but hearing her mentlaity i person....the texts do her no justice, and I don't know whether that is a good thing or not."

    Louis-Auguste: "I see him and I....cannot help but feel sympathy. To gatther the sum total of all of France's curses and hatred, poured into his unwilling vessel....a complete scapegoat who's purpose was rendered to be an image of failure....I look at him and I....I see myself, in a sense. Saddening, isn't it?"

    Louis-Dieudonne: "Rest, child. Lay your weary head down and rest. Not as the sun, nor as a king, but as a simple human being. Know this: You, who shone so far into the sky, truly were like that of a sun of the heavens."

    Maybe he relates to Louis-Dieudonne as well. Is it a potential future he saw? The tremorig cry of a lost hcild? Nonetheless, Gun gives the Sun King a sad smile and a warm hug when he least expects it.

    Jayavarman VII: "....Well now I feel a bit inadequate. It's a very nice temple, though. I can see why people call you the 'Great Constructor'. By any chance, would you be willing to tell me about the building process?"

    Vytautas the Great: "Oh, no no, I'm no good as a soldier, good sir. If anything, I'm just a hobbyist who's very fond of building, that's all. I may not be any good with a sword or a bow, but if you ever want I could try to build a model of you! I've....actually been getting commissions for such, believe it or not."

    Nimrod: "Daring to rise beyond one's status, a unity of mankind who climbs up towards the heavens in defiance of the gods....yes, your ideals are one I see as beautiful. At one point I would have mentioned that, to infiltrate the heavens, this method was far too slow. But....Such a method wasn't just for yourself, was it?"

    Mozi: "At the very least, you understand that warfare must still be fought for the sake of peace. Keeping your optimism and your idealistic nature despite knowing that's the most impressive thing here, all things considered."

    Cangjie: "I bow to the god of writing, who graced China with the means to record our pst before we would forget. I bow to the imperial historian of my great-grandfather's royal court. Without your symbols, we would have been forgotten by the World, lost in the sands of reality."

    Mengzi: "Yao was not a perfect man. Shun was more temperamental than you may have expected. There were no Sage-Kings, nor were there enlightened rulers back then. Simply humans, regular humans doing their best and hoping for the best. Your philosophy has idolized people who's greatest wish was simply the happiness of their people, Mengzi."

    Yu the Great: ".....I see. So, this is what would have happened had you failed, Yu. A world overrun by the unceasing Great Flood, where even Chi You, in her blood frenzy, has drowned beneath the lapping waves she had set loose....Alright. If there's this much water, that just means that we have a long road ahead of us.

    "As a Servant of Proper Human History I should be able to tap into your counterpart's knowledge temporarily and teach you what you should know. Yu, I......I'm sorry. I wasn't there for you back then. At the very least, let me be here for you now, my only beloved son."





    Related DialogueZhuge Liang: "He's surprisingly not as bad as Zhuge Liang makes him out to be. Then again most of history has apparently severely messed up the origins of most of their famed figures so I've learned to expect it in advance now. I've started introducing him to video games, though. As it turns out, he's very fond of civilization management simulators."

    Sanzang: "He's really nice. He helps make me vegetarian meals every now and then, and occasionally leads me around Chaldea when I get lost. Mhm mhm, he can't be all that bad!"

    Taigong Wang: "A descendant of the Yellow Emperor! So you were the man who was originally in charge with stopping the Great Flood....hm. May I ask one thing? What were the Gods like back when you lived? They claim that they had mellowed out long before my birth but I always wondered how bad they could get."

    Taisui Xingjun: "Bossboss! There's a new Servant in Chaldea, right? We don't actually see him that much, but when we do see him he always gives us sweets and headpats! He's really nice!"

    Huang Feihu: "Gun-dono! I wished to ask more about your son and his antics as a child. When I lived, all we had were the remaining records of the dignified, legendary emperor, after all. Ah, the information won't be for free, of course. Sir Moriarty has gifted me this fine foreign liquid as a gift of goodwill straight from his bar. What did he say it's name was again....'Bourbon', if I remember correctly?"

    Nine-Tattoo Dragon Eliza: "Nyooooooo, I'm a super stwong bandit of Mount Liang! I'm gonna kww all the baddies and.......Ah, wight there, that's the spot....."

    You find Nine-Tattoo Dragin Eliza making adorable noises while Gun pats her head, almost like a really happy cat. Or, I dunno, a baby dragonling. Either way, it's super cute and you can't help but snap a picture of the scene.

    Zhang Jue: "That young man is Gun of the Four Evildoers? Hoohoho...come now, Master. I already told you not to go and pull my leg like that."

    Yang Guifei: "There's something bothering me, Master. This new Shielder, Gun.....he avoids me a lot for some reason, but there's this voice in my ear that keeps telling me to investigate him and stuff.I don't know why but whenever I look at him, something in me goes on edge! It's really weird, Master!"



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    Bond FinalAt Feather Mountain's Peak



    "I couldn't stop the Flood. I've failed my country, my people, and worst of all, my family. Nothing can bring back the lives lost. Nothing can redeem this failure, this stain upon my honor. No matter how many times I wish for time to be rewound, these deaths will cling to my conscience forevermore. And I will let them. I must, lest I shame myself even more than I already have.

    "Yu. My son. My beloved child. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you ended up with such a failure as a father. I'm sorry for the future I've set you on. And I'm sorry for what I'm about to ask you to do. The people are wailing in agony. They pray for salvation from gods that have abandoned them. The floods wash away even their corpses, denying them even the dignity of a burial. Please, my son.
    我的小宝贝
    Wǒ de Xiǎo bǎobèi
    . Do what I could not.

    "Please, save China."






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    Art SourcesThe faceclaim is of Peng Keng from The Tale of Food, a Chinese gacha game by Tencent that's basically 'Food Fantasy, China Edition'. Basically, imagine if each dish you made had a Food Spirit that acted as the personification/embodiment of that dish....and also said personification was a really hot man. And yes, apparently this was an incredibly popular game that ran for six years straight. I say 'was' because they announced that they'd be shutting down English service next month on the 20th here.

    There weren't any other reliable sources of Peng Keng as a faceclaim, so I had to steal it from the TV Tropes page here. Even Safebooru didn't have a reliable search, wtaf....

    The Bond CE is a picture of Mount Li's peaks that I just stole from this page here.



    NotesHuh. Well. I honestly didn't think that this would be where my first Shielder would come from. Welp, anyways, behold! A totally legit canon Shielder you can totally trust! Totally!

    (Nasu give me a fucking Shielder class card right now right fucking now now now-)

    In retrospect I wanted to do a Chinese epic poem.....except basically none of them survived history. So I wanted to just do a Chinese epic....which no surviving copies currently exist, save for a single heavily-guarded and heavily-monitored copy in an old songbook booklet. And that booklet holds mythological events translated into epic poetry. I didn't think it would actually work but I got the okay from Kinn so I'm just happy she approves.

    I dunno why the aliases get fucked up but for some reason when I paste the ǎ the whole thing is naturally misaligned. Can't fix it so I just have to make do.

    Welp, I got nothing else to say about him and I'm lowkey still fighting that cold so Imma go rest now, hope y'all enjoyed the sheet!



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