Pretender, d'you mind having a closer look around? Maybe see if there are any distinctive logos or markings on anything. I'll treat us to some snow cones after for having to work during down time.
"Yeah, sure. I'll poke around. What's the worst that can happen?"
Round 4, Day 3 - ALL TEAMS (Event)
The Pretender and his Masters, fueled by curiosity, begin poking around. His hand grazes something, as magical runes begin to twist and burn, and the ground itself stirs.
The Grail stirs.
As if instinct, the Pretender retreats, understanding that something massive has been triggered.
The earth shakes, as a gargantuan machine pulls itself forth. A mechanical god, massive in both presence and stature makes itself known. A divine entity made from mankind's hands, with a lone man sitting on the shoulders. There's a look in the man's eyes-- amusement. This is earlier than he expected.
"Ah-- early? Of course, of course. That must mean too many of you were playing it safe… you had time to poke around. That's not interesting, not interesting at all! Don't worry, though. I'll help spice things up!"
The Ruler and the Foreigner barely make it out of the house of mirrors, diving to the ground as it collapses.
Soldiers, wielding heavy weaponry begin pour out of the rubble. They seem to manifest as if they were air, scattering themselves.
The Avenger, battling the guard hound, finds himself momentarily distracted by the noise as a fierce jaw tears through his cloak. Shadow leaking from his body, he jumps away, retreating to see where the source of these tremors came from.
The MoonCancer, her body pierced by the Alter-Ego's blades, stumbles backwards in pain. The Alter-Ego raises her leg for another damaging blow, but is momentarily stopped.
Heavy footfalls thunder down streets. The sun finds itself slowly swallowed by smoke. Laughter, excited and maddening, echoes from the man standing on the mechanical god. A restoration- a revolution- a new world order of his making imposing itself on the confines of the digital space. 'Mages use Reality Marbles, geniuses twist reality with their bare hands', he thinks as he throws his head back, cackling.
When you see their advance, uncertainty grabs at your senses. When you hear their name, fear strikes your heart. And the man on the mechanical deity yells it loud enough to rival the thundering of the shaking earth.
"Advance, Kiheitai!"
Behold, the warrior of innovation. The Heroic Spirit of Firearms. Those who have blazed their way through history with ash and gunpowder, setting the world ablaze in their trail with a hail of bullets.
Behold--
The Extra Class of Hailing Fire, Gunner!
Event Start! - [Extra Summon - Thunder]
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The Grail War comes to a close.
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SABER
LANCER
ARCHER
ASSASSIN
RIDER
CASTER
BERSERKER
AVENGER
FOREIGNER
Heed my words,
My will creates your body, And your sword creates my destiny.
If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning!
I hereby swear:
That I shall be all the good in the world,
That I shall defeat all evil in the world!
Then let thine eyes be clouded, with the fog of turmoil and chaos,
Thou, who art trapped in a cage of madness,
And I, the summoner, who holds thy chains!
Seventh heaven clad, and the great words of power,
Come forth from the circle of bindings, Guardian of the Scales!
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imo every water metaphor people throw at faulkner gets better when you remember he can't swim. “stories are currents, and he plunges headlong into those rushing waters, time and time again" yeah and he can't swim. he's drowning in the narrative he's making for himself. "speak now of the man you will leave behind, the man you have been... drown him in the river’s depths" yeah he's been trying to. he kinda always is, a little bit, just by virtue of being there.
it just speaks to such a fundamental incompatibility in my eyes. he's still scared - he ran out of the hotel when he sainted the hotelier in season one and he runs away from the angel he summons in s3e6. it seems like he can only partake in violence through abstraction - it's just water and symbols until someone's dead or changed in front of him, and then it's real. the withermark is a holy triumph until he counts the houses and the people inside, and then it's something no one should ever have. sacrifice is foundational to all faith in this universe. this isn't something he can avoid, even if the upcoming schism lets him steer his part of the faith where he wants.
(and, to tangent, someone telling him that they finally killed her in some distant town isn't real because he didn't see her face when she hit the soil. if that happens then she's just someone who's not there anymore and he can keep on missing her like he's been doing. i am convinced this is why he gave the shoot on sight order.)
it’s mentioned that he's left alone in his room at the gulch for hours at a time, just like when his father would neglect him and his brothers and leave them to their own devices. he wants a real and genuine love like family, but instead gets worship and idolatry from one hand and schemes to kill him from the other. he keeps climbing the ranks, distancing himself from the potential of gaining the closeness he craves, all in the hope of getting closer to the god he's losing faith in. he's crawling towards the river and he can't swim.
he is trying to love something that wants to drag him under. even if there wasn't a god in the river, the water would greedily swallow him anyway. river currents do not care about your love. he is putting the sunk in sunk cost fallacy. he’s participating in reverse self-immolation. he is drowning in deep water and has only just learned how to keep his eyes open without goggles. he needs to reach the surface but he still can't fucking swim. he is going to die thrashing in the river he loves so much, trying to get out once he realized it wasn't ever going to love him back the way he wanted.
and if he can’t learn how to swim in time, he’s going to need the help of someone who can to pull him out.
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Round 3, Day 1 - ALL TEAMS (Event)
The third 'round' begins, as the sky grows dark.
And the Holy Grail begins to stir. Dark clouds begin to gather, beckoning something forth. The air grows thick with mana, sickeningly so, as if it would make one ill to simply stand outside.
The Count rushes to the outside of the prison, mouth splitting into a ghastly grin as magical power begins surging through the air.
The holy maiden looks up into the sky with a pensive expression, her eyes daring and her resolve unwavering.
The hesitant god, sequestered off from the outside world, gets a divine sense- and feels a cold chill run down her spine.
The fragmented dancer stares up at the sky, lightly licking her lips as she feels the energy collecting in the air.
The fairy king, calm and collected as ever, only gives a vague smile as he sees the clouds gather.
Even the innocent boy feels a change in the air, looking up at the inclement clouds with worry.
The Grail stirs… temporarily reaching out with a call…. summoning another Extra-Class!
Wild thunder rumbles, the Servant of the mad god of revelry manifesting. Skeletal hoofbeats crack the heavens, as a deafening war cry fills the skies. There is no 'True Name' to be salvaged here, no weaknesses to be exploited, simply an entity of pure warfare and power, battle prowess and magic weaved together into a perfect warrior.
A heretical chariot rips through the heavens, holding a lone figure.
She grabs a sword, raising it high into the air as thunder strikes it, and she lets out another deafening proclamation of war, her voice rumbling like the thunder that surrounds her.
Laughter. Thunder. Lightning. The glint of silver as she draws her sword and slashes it through the air, maelstrom winds blowing around her.
Behold, the unknown warrior. The Heroic Spirit of Imposters. Forgotten to history, unknown to mankind, left eternally in the cracks of the Throne of Heroes to be summoned only by those willing to traverse the darkness.
Behold--
The Extra Class of Nameless Shadow, Faker!
Event Start! - [Extra Summon - Tempest]
Rules:
For this round, it seems as if a new combatant has entered the battlefield! Will you engage, or will you simply try to avoid danger?
The battle will function as a Free-for-All, however there is no limit to how many participants can engage! In the case only one Servant engages, then the fight is given a unique poll!
The Servant who contributes the most (as in, gets 1st place) will gain a reward of their choosing from a set list for the next round (however, it will fade once the round ends)!
Servants may simply choose to fight or defend like normal, however if you target a Servant engaging with the Extra Summon, you will be pulled into the crossfire!
Regarding damage, the Servant in last place will sustain a wound (in the case of more than 3 Servants, anyone between 2nd and Last will sustain a -2% demerit in the immediate next round). This wound bypasses any sort of passive abilities that a Servant may possess.
However, if the Extra Summon is left completely uncontested (as in, no Servants choose to engage), then a notable penalty will be placed on the Servants with the highest 'health value'!
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