The bringer of Brazilian summer, the bringer of war and the sheet that brought Morg the Faker Crown.
What a ride.
pinetree, your dialogue formatting is so damn nice.
Morg, back to work. There is the next sheet waiting /s
The bringer of Brazilian summer, the bringer of war and the sheet that brought Morg the Faker Crown.
What a ride.
pinetree, your dialogue formatting is so damn nice.
Morg, back to work. There is the next sheet waiting /s
"Let's see the color of your coin, my friend."
Behold the vault of Heroes.
The King made the community prosper. Enjoy for free. Paid by your taxes.
University of Formatting | Museum of Legends | Memorandum of Kings
It's cool but it kinda gets fucked in mobile. I don't think I can solve that though.
"I have answered in correspondence to your summon to His will under your banner."
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"Who am I?"
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"I am Jeanne D'Arc of course."
Class: Faker
Alt. Class: Caster
Region: France
Source: Historical Fact
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Armaments: Sword, Flag
Parameters:
Strength: C
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: C+
Class Skills:
Camouflage B-
A skill that allows a Servant to disguise their class and parameters. At this rank, the Servant can imitate everything about the persona they're portraying with ease. At least, Faker should be able to. However, there are instances where she can't help but break character, especially when she becomes confident.
...
"What do you mean? Of course, I'm Jeanne D'Arc?"
Independent Action C
The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master; the ability that allows for action even in the absence of the Master. It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for one day without a Master.
Personal Skills:
Joan of Arc A+
A skill that would allow Faker to express the same Skills and Noble Phantasm Jeanne D'Arc would have, albeit at a lower rank. It goes without saying that while she may be able to emit a comparable light, it will never truly be the same as the Saint.
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"Please stop questioning my identity. This is becoming a bit frustrating."
Inquisitor's Observations B
A curious anecdote which tells of a man observing "Joan of Arc" performing acts of "witchcraft" by restoring objects to their previous state after being broken. Faker frequently made use of this talent in life whether publicly or privately.
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"Ah...I...no. Jeanne doesn't practice witchcraft! She doesn't practice bad magic unlike…"
Noble Phantasm
Lore
Bond Craft Essence
Creator's Note: Here's my inspired sheet. I left some things relatively ambiguous about her on purpose just to add flavor. I only left implications and used Mother 3 as an inspiration in her Bond CE.
Claude des Armoises: I love her. Guess this means you're now apart of my two Jeanne Servants, making this a trilogy. I'm glad I saw this before finishing Berserker.
Do you likejazzshort stories? Do you want something to distract from making Servants? Do you wish the idea of Shirou Kotomine didn't immediately bring edgelords to mind? Well, I can't promise it's good, but some would disagree with me.
Fate/Without Justice
we are going to Brazil and Jeanne DArc now.
"Let's see the color of your coin, my friend."
Behold the vault of Heroes.
The King made the community prosper. Enjoy for free. Paid by your taxes.
University of Formatting | Museum of Legends | Memorandum of Kings
God I am going TOTAL ORIGINAL CHARACTER DO NO STEAL HERE lol
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"Servant Echidna. Designation Alter Ego.....Queen Of Monsters..I can't recall"
"To slaughter is my purpose as such being joyful at it would only be natural? More things? Typhon? Who are you speaking off?"
"Those names....they mean nothing but Odysseus enrages me for some reason"
Name: Echidna
Class: Alter-Ego
Alternate Classes: Berserker, Assassin
Origin: Greek Mythology
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
STR: C
END: A++
AGI: B
MAG: A+
LCK: B
The famed Queen of Monsters, mother of calamities, written in Greek Mythology. Every monster can trace their lineage back to her, although she possesses divinity she is not a god of humans or civilization, but of the terrors within nature, of predation, of a time where humanity's place in the world was uncertain and they could only survive by the blessings of the Olympians. By mating with Typhon she mothered the greatest monsters, many of them would be slaughtered by Herakles in his labors and Cerberus was made to serve Hades and serve as the Underworld's Gatekeeper. It is said that she resided in a cave darker than the night itself and was killed by the Hundred-Eyed Giant Argus Panoptes, servant of Hera. Perhaps a symbolism of Olympus' blood overcoming her own.
A demonic beast organic factory as such she possesses the collected traits of all monsters lain in greek mythology and is not only able to select which traits to pass down but can shift her own body to wield them better or suppress them to hide weakness, the Nemean Lion was infamous for taking the shape of beautiful women to bait men and devour them, as such she appearing in such a humanoid form is of no surprise to anyone. A Goddess who bears no affection or duty towards mankind and attempted to fight against the end of the texture via her many children, she is not one who should be summonable or the type to answer a summon yet here she is. Suspiciously enough she seems to lack many memories and the instinct vitriol towards humans but the traits that make 'Echidna' have been confirmed by the local Olympian servants as such she received the designation nonetheless
Resonant HeavenWard Serpent Completed! Profile Unlock~!
Personality- Read Heavenward FIRST
Skills
Noble Phantasm
Inner… peace.
Inner… peace.
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Itchy nose.
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Ah.
Finally…
Inner Peace.
“Oh, pardon me. Master. Didn’t see you there.”
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“Oh, you know. It’s the same old song and dance. She manifests, makes a bit of a mess. I’m summoned, we do our usual round of back and forth before I scold her and send her back to whatever corner of the New World she’ll spawn at next. Business as per usual.”
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“Oh, I sound less severe today? Well, can you blame me? It 's summer. I’ve been told I need to take a break and relax every now and again so consider me the Relaxed Emperor of the New World for now. Summer Ruler version.”
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“Goodness me, she’s not really making a mess this time. It must be the first time in a while. Perhaps it would be best to step back for now? Maybe, this time, she’ll have learnt her lesson.”
“Ah, to feel the coarse sand slip through my toes. To smell the brine of the sea, and bask in the sun of the New World. Truly, there is no better place for Vacation Pedro to be.”
“Work. It’s always work when I’m around. Can’t I be summoned for once without some kind of calamity or disaster to solve? Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ll have to go over there and be a parent.”
He was the Emperor beloved by his country. The one whose people adored and saw as perfect. Born to rule, raised to bring about a great change which would uplift his motherland beyond the tempestuous seas which threatened to plunge his people into the abyss.
And it was his duty to avert this tragedy.
It wasn’t a role he chose. Rather, it could be said that D. Pedro II was born for the express purpose of correcting the course leading to disaster. A prodigious ruler exalted by his people as their ‘Greatest Ruler’. Pedro was the first Emperor to be born in Brazil and can be said to embody the virtues and qualities of a ‘Perfect Emperor’.
Much to his chagrin.
Though he loved his country and cherished his kin there was never any doubt to Pedro that his life would never be his own. That every breath, every step, every choice would serve nothing but his Duty. The responsibility which he inherited from his Father and his Grandfather.
Casting aside all semblance of petty rebellion, the young Emperor threw himself into his studies, dedicating the entirety of himself to the Duty which compelled him to serve and preserve the land which birthed him.
This curse called Duty drove him to lock away everything of himself that would not serve the cause of ruling. Similar to a Perfect King who could comprehend the heart of others, Pedro II was eventually cast out by those who disagreed with him.
After the disaster had been averted. After the collapse which his dreams cautioned him of had at long last been laid to rest, Pedro II was overthrown and cast out from the land which dearly loved him by those who no longer saw him as of use. Left to grow old and weak in faraway shores, removed from the people who’d loved him as dearly as he loved them.
It was said that in his deathbed he had only this final wish.
Peace and Prosperity for Brazil.
“Summer is a time for relaxation, family unity and celebration of new hope to come. As an Emperor, it is appropriate that I dress and act the part while my subjects take time off to party and revel under the light of the sun. But as you can see… there are no subjects in this Singularity for me to worry over. For now… you may call me Vacation Pedro.”
The Second Emperor of the New World, Don Pedro II… is on vacation.
Having taken a short reprieve from his station as his daughter’s watchdog, Pedro has adopted a more carefree outlook, watching over his Master and Isabel enjoy the December Summer Vacation. Of course, his disguise is completely useless, as despite wearing his best shades and abandoning his business jacket, the Emperor isn’t used to not having to work himself to the bone, and thus still wears part of his signature suit.
Instead, one could think of him as the Funky Uncle of the Beach.
While being suspicious of his daughter’s unusual behavior, Pedro chalks it up to the strange change in class and season. Even he himself finds the time to look up and reminiss about his own experience with the holidays.
About his ever faraway wish.
His promise as he lingered on the divide of life and death.
And the ‘chain’ which links him back to his homeland.
Enjoying the illusion of sunny shores and sunny beaches
“She has really outdone herself this time. An imaginary space made to resemble our homeland. There is no better site for a relaxing vacation than this.”
Of course, that only gives him pause.
Isabel had never been one to give up once she wanted to do something. And in the past had proven capable of becoming more than a handful due to her attempts to seize the Authority of Andurá from their family members. One of the reasons why she’d manifested after Pedro’s own mother, Maria Leopoldina, made her debut months ago.
The Authority of the Burning Tree.
The Pau-Brasil.
A tree which bore the name of their country before the country itself. Serving as the cornerstone of the Authority of Portugal over the New World. Eventually lost due to his own father’s rebellion against the Portuguese Crown, the Authority was gifted by the collective will of the people to Pedro’s mother.
Andurá is always held by a member of the Imperial Family, yet its authority must never be shared.
For if a child born under its influence would surely covet the whole thing.
And burn the world to ashes in search of it.
This was the result of his foolishness, so it fell to him as Emperor and as a Father to keep watch over Isabel. To make sure she never went so far that she would regret it. Because he knew better. Knew that she was a kind person who would have surely regretted her actions if allowed.
So he made the deal.
He was summoned, over and over again.
He stopped here, over and over again.
Never once saving her.
Failing to keep her from being consumed by their family’s taint.
“If God would grant me these wishes, then I’d ask only for two. Peace and Prosperity for Brazil... and for your aswell, Isabel.”
How must she have felt, watching him waste away on that bed, professing love to a faraway country which had all but rejected them? It must have eaten her alive from the inside. To the point she’d carry that resentment to the afterlife and beyond. Even now, the Emperor found he could not blame her for hating him.
Magic Resistance - [A]
Cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a "Magus Killer". The reason behind this High Rank lies not with the usual explanation. Pedro, while beloved, does not qualify for the title of Saint. Instead, it seems that being on the fake shores of a Brazilian beach has caused an unforeseen reason to the ■■■■■■ Tree ■■ ■■■■.
True Name Discernment - [D]
One of the signature skills of the Ruler Class, it grants the servant the ability to divine the true name and identities of other servants in what would be a standard Holy Grail War scenario. As there are no such conflicts in place, Pedro’s Skill is relegated to merely guessing at the true intentions of Servants and whether they will become troublemakers over the course of Summer.
Vacation Edict [B]
The Emperor’s Declaration of Summer, a variation of the Lawmaker skill typically associated with South American Servants of the Ruler Class. It is a form of unspoken contract between Pedro II and his surroundings. So long as things remain calm and no one steps out of line to cause trouble, Pedro’s Skills and Noble Phantasm are ranked down or unavailable to him. However, should anyone break the ‘rules’ of a Summer Vacation, Pedro will be compelled to act and correct their behavior.
Silver Fox Charisma [C+]
Ranked down due to Pedro’s Vacation Edict, the Silver Fox Charisma is the strength of personality which determines the ability to lead armies into battle, but does not grant the power to lead a country. As Pedro has taken temporary leave from his post of Emperor, the slight weakening simply means he will be viewed as a respected elder and not that bad on the eye for a dead man full of grey hairs.
Southern Cross [-]
The combat style developed by Pedro’s fencing instructor. The Duke of Caxias. As a Rider, Pedro’s skill at unarmed combat was hampered by his stats and reliance on his mount. As a Ruler, however, the addition of higher Magic Resistance allows him to push this Skill to its absolute limits without the use of a sword, as was originally intended. Nonetheless, due to Vacation Edict, this skill is sealed and unusable until someone breaks the ‘summer treaty’ established by Pedro II.
Blessing of the Divine Tree [?]
A skill which determines one connection to the ■■■■■■ Tree ■■ ■■■■.
This is not an inherited property of the Brazilian Imperial Family. Rather, it could be said to be a particular trait possessed by Pedro II himself, camouflage under the vestigial remnants of Sacred Tree Andurá’s authority. However, with the Tree of Flames currently manifested and its power coalesced under the command of his daughter, Pedro II becomes aware of this connection.
A connection of an old friend calling him home.
…
Warning!
…
Warning!
A̶ ̷D̶i̶s̴a̷s̷t̴e̵r̵ ̶o̶f̵ ̵t̷h̸e̵ ̷N̴e̸w̵ ̵W̷o̴r̵l̵d̸̶
H̴a̸s̷ ̵E̴m̷e̵r̵g̴e̸d̵
“Isabel… what have you done?”
He was disappointed.
Part of him already knew this was fated to happen. Just as he’d been summoned to stop her, Pedro knew that his wayward daughter had been up to her old tricks the moment he spotted her frolicking with their Master through the sands. Yet he dared let himself hope that this time he wouldn’t be needed.
That maybe…
Just maybe, she’d moved on from her self destructive quest.
It was why he kept from confronting her the moment he was summoned.
Why he watched as she had fun with Master, looking like the mischievous young woman he’d known her to be when young.
He dared hope.
Yet the result remained the same.
Their legacy, tainted by the Tree of Flame.
His daughter, dancing upon the edge of madness, seeking Freedom while destroying all in her way.
The seas of her illusion had boiled over.
The sand glassed and cracked, becoming a broken kaleidoscope beneath the light of the moon.
The dream was over.
“It really was too good to be true.”
But that was fine in its own way. Even if Isabel’s illusion had been a trap to force others to drop their guards. There was surely meaning to be found in the memories which they had made here. The memories of an everdistant shores which lived in Pedro’s own memories to this day.
Those memories would serve the Master well in the future.
But for now… he had a job to do.
“That will be enough.”
Just as he had done before. Over and over again. He stood before the little girl whose charming smile and elated glimmering eyes burnt his soul. Perhaps his greatest failure. To allow something so pure and innocent to become connected to the Flame which threatened to burn all away.
Whose very nature lay in destroying everything to make was for new foundations.
Pedro II rubbed his eyes tiredly, ignoring the dampness of his digits.
This had been a good dream.
But it wasn’t over. Not yet. Although he wouldn’t usually be able to save Master and the others from the embrace of Isabel’s Conflagration. This world was still an illusion. A dream imposed upon the world. So long as the land beneath his feet was ‘Brazil’, then he still had a chance.
As small as it was.
Then again… was there not a better season for Miracles?
The Evergreen Giant of the New World.
A ‘chain’ linking the entity known as Don Pedro II to the land of Brazil.
It is said that Pedro yearned to return to his homeland, and that on his deathbed his sole wish remained the peace and prosperity of the country. In turn, Pedro II remains one of the most popular rulers to have ever graced the country, becoming the recipient of love and adoration from his subjects which usually manifest as the mount which he is capable of summoning as a Rider.
As a Ruler, this Noble Phantasm would have allowed him to recreate the ‘imagined resting place’ desired by Pedro II in a manner akin to casting a Reality Marble.
However… should Pedro’s desire to reunite with his beloved homeland be granted, this Noble Phantasm will morph further. Reaching the intended final form of an Absolute Ruler fighting on their most suitable battlefield. It could be considered the greatest form of the Servant Pedro II, capable of existing only within the ‘desired gravesite’ of the Emperor.
The sunny shores of the New World
“Ah, this… so this is what I’ve been yearning for.”
It was an ephemeral dream.
An impossibility for the man who died broken hearted so far away from home.
But what is Summer, if not the season where dreams come true?
“Thank you, Isabel.”
The illusion cast upon the world itself by his daughter. The perfect stage upon which Pedro II may shine. It was only within this Midsummer Night’s Dream that the wish of the Second Emperor became a reality. A true Christmas Miracle brought unintentionally by the schemes of the Rebel Princess.
To obtain the ‘Divine Tree’
However, summoning the Land which has followed her Father into the afterlife has opened the door for an unprecedented possibility.
For none had loved it so fiercely, or been so beloved in turn.
“Now then, shall we begin?”
Ensnared by the roots of his homeland / gravesite, the emperor accepts the flow of memories contained within the imaginary country projected by Isabel’s dreams. It is a feeble counterfeit, one lacking the true weight of the Evergreen Giant, but the connection is enough to reach for.
Deeper and deeper.
Past the Age of Emperors and Schemes.
Past the Age of Kings and Warfare.
Past the Age of Discovery.
The Age of Beasts.
Deeper and deeper.
Past the Age of Unknowable Mysteries ruled by Gods themselves.
Into the Origin.
The Wellspring from which Life itself had once poured forth.
“So this is where you’ve been all along. Beneath our feet, the Root leading us back to the cradle.”
Pedro found his mind cast back to a wondrous past. The sight of trees as tall as mountains, of lakes as vast as oceans. Of a sky vibrant with the light of a star yet to be named. The feeling of coarse sand slipping between his fingers was the same, grounding him into a new reality as a shadow loomed high above.
A massive large trunk, jutting out of the ground, reached for the heavens above.
Massive leaves rustled in the wind, accompanied by birdsong and the cresting waves over the horizon.
Fresh soil and grass bloomed beneath his feet.
The air, thick with smoke and ash, seemed lighter and fresh.
The Great Tree, a monolith beneath cerulean blue skies, rustled lightly against the breeze. It’s leaves delicately drift in the wind. Surrounded by a world as vast as it was lonely, its roots snaked through the land.
He stepped closer.
How long had it been here?
How long had it waited?
It must have been as old as life itself. Even then, a Tree this massive would have taken even longer to reach this height. Its bark was rugged and solid, looking more like stone than wood.
Yet when it touched it… it was oh so very soft.
‘You’ve been waiting for so long. Yet remain so young…’
A silent rumble was his answer.
Pedro understood its meaning, instinctively.
‘Welcome back.’
Pedro smiled despite himself.
He had a short window of time until those caught within the Conflagration burn out completely. And perhaps, just this once, he found the answer he’d been seeking all along. Beneath his feet, in this imaginary, hollow image of the homeland he’d yearned for and dreamed about.
Beneath the glass and ash… was life.
Vines and roots sprung forth, weaving themselves through his Saint Graph, the familiar sensation of his Noble Phantasm taking shape, this time smaller and streamlined, tightening around his body much like a suit of armor. Ironically, Pedro had never felt as light as he was on that second.
“I’m home.”
This was an impossibility born within a Midsummer’s Dream.
The Wish of the Emperor, to return to the land which had birthed him and so many others granted if only in spirit by the imaginary cage weaved by his daughter. His own Noble Phantasm, a deep connection to the land itself, traveling down the roots leading to the origin of Life in the far flung past of the New World.
Its name graced Pedro’s lips for the first time.
Pindovy.
The Divine Tree of Life.
Pindovy.
He said it again. The feeling of wholeness was all encompassing as he finally became aware of the blossoming flowers beneath him. Stepping forward, broken glass crunched under her wooden form, before softening and melting back into base clay, a spread of life which washed over the ruins of the gilded cage weaved by Isabel.
He could see it in her.
The faint glow of embers boiling underneath her skin.
Andurá the Pau-Brasil.
Namesake of their nation, yet cursed to consume all around itself.
Recognition wasn’t quite right. As he was now, Pedro felt as if hundreds, nay, thousands upon thousands of lifetimes poured over him. He knew the amber glow of Andurá as easily as he recognized the glare of the sun on a hot day or the smell of the sea breeze.
As he was now…
He could reach it.
Blessing of the Divine Tree [EX]
A skill which determines one connection to the DivineTree of Life.
The origin / root of life within the texture of South America, it could be considered a terminal through which one may access the Akashic Records. Having stored data of all life forms within the world for hundreds of millions of years. Divine Tree Pindovy stands at a category above even the fully grown Tree of Flames. By age alone, one could consider it a Mystery as old as the Stars themselves.
Primordial Human [-]
An existence deemed ‘necessary’ by the Divine Trees.
The primordial human could be said to be the one ‘true’ and ‘original’ blueprint from which all others were developed. However, within the context of South American Magecraft, the idea of a Primordial Human is defined by ‘one whose bond with the natural world is instinctive’. This Skill is unranked due to its source being outside the users body, and usually conveys how closely related an individual is to the originator of their people.
Crown of Abdication [C]
Pedro II’s final act as an Emperor. To abdicate of all rights and authorities as a ruler in an attempt to keep his country from being destabilized by rebellion and in-fighting. At this rank, it may only be used to transfer a single skill to another individual, unlike Pedro’s father, who relinquished his crown not once but twice over the course of his life.
Southern Cross [A]
The combat style developed by Pedro’s fencing instructor. The Duke of Caxias. As a Rider, Pedro’s skill at unarmed combat was hampered by his stats and reliance on his mount. As a Ruler, however, the addition of higher Magic Resistance allows him to push this Skill to its absolute limits without the use of a sword, as was originally intended. With the ‘Vacation Edict’ broken, this Skill has been unleashed.
‘Ah’ He breathed out.
The stars were beautiful tonight.
Truly befitting summer.
How long had it been since he’d stopped to look at the sky? Astronomy had always been a passing interest of his so it struck Pedro as strange that he had forgotten to look and marvel at them.
He’d been so busy.
Busy being a Prince.
Busy being an Emperor.
Busy being a Father.
Busy being a Hero.
After everything was said and done? Could he say he had truly enjoyed his life? After all the regrets and failures were pushed to the side, was there anything left for the man who’d been held up as the ideal ruler? Even now, standing across from what might have been his greatest failure, he did not know.
But with newfound power, came clarity.
A different perspective.
His new wooden limbs creaked with movement, the lifeblood which coursed through them pulsing with a familiar power. The same he’d recognize emanating from his own mount. Only condensed and amplified. The very ground upon which he stood was awash with the growth of new life.
Each step left behind a fresh print of grass as he approached the Princess of the New World.
Her usual charming looks were warped in fright.
She hadn’t expected this outcome. That was fine. Neither did he.
‘Don’t be afraid.’ he wanted to say. Isabel always looked better when she smiled.
Eyeing the writhing embers in her heart, Pedro II took position. Eyes firmly on target as wooden digits curled into a gnarly fist. His face, hidden by the husk of wood he was now wearing, must have looked fierce indeed, for his daughter, self assured and fueled by the might of the Sacred Tree, flinched and stumbled backwards.
But it was too late.
Rearing back, Pedro’s arm moved as it had been taught to on his days as a young man.
The technique? Flawless.
Its strength? Overwhelming.
Its target? The Burning Tree.
He struck with the speed of lightning, heralded by the roar of a thunderclap as one fist became two, two became four, and four became eight. A meteor shower descending upon the shadow of the Burning Tree which possessed his daughter. A flash of light erupted from the point of impact.
His fist stilled but an inch away from her.
The impact, however, hit in the form of an air burst. The momentum of the strike itself blasting past the MoonCancer’s Saint Graph.
Past her Spirit Core.
Before… gently… blowing away the ember.
“I’m sorry, Isabel. This will be the last time.”
No matter how powerful or well suited to it, nothing should be capable of wielding the might of a Divine Tree and emerging unscathed. The weight was too heavy, the mere shadow of its presence was enough to crush a human like an ant.
Even a Servant’s spirit origin wasn’t safe.
All Pedro could have afforded was a single strike.
The blowback of that single strike reduced the Second Emperor to nothing but motes of light. Fading under the starry sky. His spirit drifted in the breeze with a serene smile as the fake world beneath the Master’s feet crumbled away. The Divine Tree Andurá, was gone, leaving behind a young maiden soundly asleep.
“Do keep an eye on her while I’m gone. And if you’ll forgive this old man’s selfishness. Allow me to thank you. Returning to these shores and putting this mistake to rest has been the greatest gift I could have been given…
Merry Christmas, Master.”
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Oh come Wyvern you can't do this to me
I just worked my ass off into Echidna then BAM Super Daddy
I am in shambles right now (joke)
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I just spent the best part of an hour editing this stuff into BL's posting format. Somehow, I don't feel all that guilty (joke)Originally Posted by BoktaiMoon
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Poor boktai. Getting the sheet making equivalent of getting ratio’d.
You mean someone has to close this arc by tying the two plot threads together in a Maria Quitéria sheet?
Holy fuck Wyvern
These Servants just want to relax but you can't help but involve them in another narrative masterpiece, goddamn.
I can't manage anything more elaborate, I'm speechless.
I was going to comment on sheets. I was going to be a proper member, give some good feedback, scream over well-realized characters and steal ideas from the talented writers of this subforum.
And then Wyvern comes like LMAO U WISH and I'm just
I'm in pieces. I'M IN PAIN.
I can't believe daddy is gone.
A part of me is like "gosh, this is such a COOL sheet. It has everything: compelling storytelling, awesome skills, some amazing pictures to illustrate and tie everything together and gorgeous formatting" and another part of me is forever stuck in a I CAN'T BELIEVE DADDY IS GONE loop. I dunno man... Everytime you post something I think like, 'how can this man top his own work' and then you go and do that so effortlessly. BUT YES, WHATEVER, I'M STILL IN PAIN. I'LL BE IN PAIN FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. DADDY I MISS YOU.
This maybe the best “short story disguised as a servant sheet” since daneel’s chiyou arc.
I just need the right bit of inspiration and motivation to get the engine going.
Although admittedly... I might have gone a bit overboard this time. You wouldn't believe how long it took to get everything looking just right. Seriously, as good as it feels to post something like this, Its not something I suggest doing often.
Also, sorry about Daddy.
But he can't be around by the time El Dorado rolls around. He's just too strong!
Now now. Let's not get crazy here.
I'm gonna need to at least post some links on my sheets before I can reach that level.
'Shoves Gunner Quiteria sheet under bed.'
Say wat.
I dunno what you're talking about.
I mean. It did start out as just another Summer Sheet.
But then I got IDEAS, and hey. I wasn't lying when I said I needed an excuse to sideline Super Daddy from my storyline.
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Dang, I leave for a couple of hours and suddenly there's like four more sheets? You guys work fast.
"Here's a bangin lil' tune about takin' on The Man!"
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Shoot. People, stop putting things on my plate! I have Christmas Servants to do, and I keep getting inspired to make different Servants.
Do you likejazzshort stories? Do you want something to distract from making Servants? Do you wish the idea of Shirou Kotomine didn't immediately bring edgelords to mind? Well, I can't promise it's good, but some would disagree with me.
Fate/Without Justice
Archer
"A wise man once said that 'we are all beautiful in passing'...Thus while I may aid you currently, the time will come when the wind will once again call to me and I must vanish as quickly as I came. But fear not Master, so long as we are together my shots will never miss or my name isn't..."
True Name: Ægil
Epithet: "The Vagabond Sámi Marksman"
Region: Scandinavia (Þiðreks Saga)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Likes: Family, Swans
Dislikes: Abandonment, Tyrants
Talents: Archery, Wandering
Natural Enemy: King Niðhad
Parameters
STR: (B) END: (C) AGI: (B) MGI: (D) LCK: (C) NP: (B)
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Noble Phantasm
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