Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

The snow that was once storming like an overwhelming torrent now gently falls onto the ground. 

Ortlinde's body disappears like gently becoming one with it.

...The goodbye last barely an instant.

She's gone, but there's no time to rest.

The amount of people that have fallen to Thrym's reign are countless. And so are the frozen Undead still approaching.

The holy grail might be within the last team's reach at any moment, but until that second, this fight will go on.

Epona readies her blade, giving Nagato a knowing smile. "What are you looking so sad for?" She takes place next to Veronica and Lucius. She won't abandon the frontline, no matter how bad things get. "My name is Epona. I'm the chieftain of the Bructeri tribe." She answers his question with earnest pride. "There's a battle to be fought. Let's go, Chaldea."

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"...let us make sure nothing is left standing then."

...Right. There is no time to grieve, or be depressed. Closing her eyes but an instant, she said her final goodbyes to her Servant for now. With a Deep Breath, she activates her Circuits once more with the little remaining mana that she had. "I'll take Front. Nobody else is going to die here." Are her Words just hollow? No, this time. This time for sure. She just needs to try harder. Spear in hand, she readies herself once more to fight. Focusing on the Situation in front of her to lessen the Pain. "Let's do this, Everyone."

"Ah, bloody bastards. And here I thought we were done here..." Leopold pulls out two daggers, and looks at his Servants "Alright Blackbeard, we have a treasure to defend. And what do pirates do when someone try to take what's theirs?"

"We blast em all to bits, obviously. Get on the Ship, you look like Shit!" The Pirate was here too, just dusting off his coat while thinking he looks really cool like that. Really, it's too bad there's no one here to show off for that would suit his type. "You're not cute at all but I guess I can patch you up a bit, so c'mere before you get on. Take the Runt with you up there too!"

Lucius used Flora's blessing to begin healing his major injuries while increasing the Flow of mana to Florent

"We just lost an ally, how can I not be somewhat sad? But you got a point we have a battle to be fought, I can be sad later!" He would stay silent for now, out of respect for Epona. He looked over at Ishtar, a command seal was used to summon her and she quickly overexerted herself. He moved over to her and stabbed his swords into the ground. He held out his hand towards her and casted the one healing spell he knew. "Come on, you weren't even here as long as everyone else yet you're already down. Is this the full extent of the Goddess Ishtar?" @Pot | Lilith

"Alright... Enough standing around." Andersen got himself onto the ship and looked out over the side, tossing the match in the general direction of the approaching undead and allowing it to explode in a fireball, before holding his hand up. "Thumbelina! Karen!" "You got it, boss!" "Oh? I've been invited to dance?" "Give them their tragic ends, will you?"

Now in the ship as well, and getting cared by Blackbeard, he looked upon the legions of the dead. And he looked at his own dagger. At its reflection. He could heard it. He hasn't been hearing it since the explosion, but he started to once more recognize words, a murmur that turned into a simple phrase. "Leave no one standing" Almost instinctively, he nodded... And threw daggers at the undead that approached. Despite his injuries, despite his general weakness, he seemed like he was filled with a new strength. His daggers were like dead, and from them, they came. The spirits, now unleashed upon the reflection of the steel of the daggers, came forth, and consumed as much as they could. He would not die here, he was certain of that. Not to this. It would take more than that to take him out.

"Boom! Boom! Kablooooom! Hahaha! Just keep on firin'! You'll probably end up hittin' somethin' eventuall!" Blackbeard was just having fun on his ship. With the Cannons firing towards the Undead he was sure that they won't be here for long. Really, how is this fair at all? Some Frosted Flake lookin' Dudes against a horde of Servants and his Ship? He can just have his fun here.

Hermes' neutral gaze quickly shifted into a cold glare at the horde of undead that still yet approached. His mana reserves were low, he was running on fumes at this point, but it wouldn't do for him to fall just yet. They still had their own jobs to do, after all. And it wouldn't do for the God of Magic to not have a cheat of his own when faced with mana shortage. "No rest for the weary, so I believe the philosophers of modernity say. An apt a phrase as any for this situation. Very well, if it is a tragic end you desire, Caster, then would a glimpse of the event that ended an Age of Phantasmal Beasts do?" He snapped his fingers, as a web of red lines flared through his body, as an excess amount of magical energy began to radiate from his body. He slightly winced, as the backlash of creating artificial circuits ate at his spiritual core... moments later, the sky flared up in bright red. With a demonic flash, tens of dozens of meteors began to streak across the night sky, screeching in fury.

As the spirits met the blade of the fey spirit and were forced to dance at the heels of the Red Shoes, only to be blown to pieces by another match casually tossed overboard, after Hans had used it to light up a cigarette, the writer gazed on dispassionately. These things... Had no will of their own. So to him, they were just props.

"Oi! You there! Twink lookin' fella! Get up here!" The Captain was talking to Hermes. He didn't really care if he was burning himself out or something, but he might as well add to his own Firepower.

"We just lost an ally, how can I not be somewhat sad? But you got a point we have a battle to be fought, I can be sad later!" He would stay silent for now, out of respect for Epona. He looked over at Ishtar, a command seal was used to summon her and she quickly overexerted herself. He moved over to her and stabbed his swords into the ground. He held out his hand towards her and casted the one healing spell he knew. "Come on, you weren't even here as long as everyone else yet you're already down. Is this the full extent of the Goddess Ishtar?" @Pot | Lilith

@Nagato (@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel) - jump A few moments later upon hearing a familiar voice, the goddess woke from her slumber, the recent occurrences had been a blur to her, it all had happened to fast, all she recalled was being suddenly transported before a ice dragon and due to the sudden rush of adrenaline, she had recklessly expended all her magical energy in her attacks, thus causing her to tip and fall from her divine construct and unfortunately hitting her head upon a hard rock embedded in the crust. A pair of crimson jewels came to light, shining with vigor upon the familiar sight of her master… but then, the embarrassment struck as she felt a spike of pain from her head, most likely the result of her fall. “...” A tint of red came upon her cheeks, her gaze refusing to meet her master’s, how could she bear to even speak after such humiliation, perhaps it was best for her to keep quiet, but in the end she murmured a few words through gritted teeth, her pride in wear and tears, but still, she pulled herself up from the ground and came to the bow of the ship to seek redemption and a chance to mend her shattered esteem. “I-... let’s talk later… the earlier incident was a mistake, I’ll show you the true power of me.”

"...'Twink lookin' fella?' I must say, out of my three hundred years of experience, it's the first time someone called me that... it's rather humbling, I suppose? I'll take you up on your offer, I suppose."

"You're not exactly the most manly lookin' dude out there."

"I do suppose that would be true, the conventional appearance of a male in both antiquiety, and from what I gather, modernity as well."

Veronica meanwhile wasn't really in any mood to be making banter, she focused entirely on completing the mission they set out to complete. Any non lethal damage she'll ignore, any dangerous strike she'll block. Any Enemy trying to get past her will be stopped. For the sake of her Servant, she refuses to falter or fail.

@Player Everyone who's not participating in the 3 part finale can now join in on the efforts to hold off the frozen undead. Featuring: White Walkers (no copyright infringement), undead chieftains, many undead tribal people, sadness, despair and a pirate sex offender.

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Blackbeard has yet to offend whoever this Sex person is.™️

When I say can, what I mean is: If your efforts aren't good enough, the final team can still suffer consequences from it skasmile

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7:04 PM

After the eighth wave of Undead, it becomes too hard to keep count.

There's still more coming from the mines out into the snow lands, drawn in to defend Thrym.

SimuDom was assisting with backline support, helping with communications and direction while also holding off the rear from getting flanked, blasting any undead that approach with his arcane cannon. There was only so much an artificial construct could do after all, though anyone watching him might get disturbed by the smile and joy the Simulacrum was taking in the violence

Soon, Veronica feels a presence by her, and a volley of arrows whiz over her head, landing themselves in the heads of a particularly close group of undead, providing as much firepower as he could as he maneuvered around the frozen field. I am here, Master. Sorry for your loss.

Epona huffs. Her ragged breaths have long revealed the strain she's putting on her body. But she's in good company. Veronica, Hermes, Lucius, Nagato, Ishtar and Blackbeard are completely worn out. Even Hans is starting to show the first signs of exhaustion. If reinforcements don't arrive soon, they won't be able to hold out.

Silk Caren Inari Akiha Melt

Epona gains 3 Exhaustion Levels!

Epona's Exhaustion

◉◉◉〇〇〇 1. You have disadvantage on ability checks. 2. Your speed is halved. 3. You have disadvantage on attack rolls and saving throws.

"HYAH!" She isn't able to do a lot... But she can do this much... As she throws one of the white walkers into another, rushing towards the group! "Hey! Sorry I'm late, I'm Lexi, just woke up recently! I'm not that powerful, but I'll do my best!"

"Yosh!" That was what the Chaldea folks could hear, the crafter doing things. A punch here and a kick there as he was task on stopping people from interfering with the last fight.

"HYAH!" And soon, following right behind his Master, was Kintoki, performing a similar motion to Lexi... Only that it was done with his Golden Eater, and it was way more destructive, many of the undead in his victinity being blown away by his sheer strength "And I'm Sakata Kintoki! We just have to hold these guys on? Good enough, if I could against the Oni of Mt. Ooe, then you're no challenge for my lightning! Here I come!" And Kintoki rushed off, to cleave as many as he could with his axe and the lightning that came from it.

Alex rushed into combat, pushing as far in as he can to assist the forward team. He couldn't be there for Vee again, he had to be there for her now. He was particularly suited for this sort of combat, his Church training making him adept at dealing with the undead as his blade moved, unhindered by flesh or bone of the enemies as they were cleaved down. "VEE!!" Not even a dragon could stop him at this rate

"Oho~ Seems its time to fight~ Let me try just a little bit~" Amane moves a bit towards the fighting, as an Undead approaches her, suddenly one of her arms extends as a much larger muscular one, her body shifting and changing as she becomes a Great Ape, crushing the zombie in it grip. The monstrous creature lets out a roar as it begins to go on a rampage across the battlefield, crushing and thrashing the undead in its way. This was far more than what a normal shapeshifter would do, Amane was truly embodying the spirit of the Great Ape as she wrecked destruction in its form

(I am finally here

7:30 PM

(And I wasn't chosen see yah

A loud trumpet sounded out through the battlefield, rumbling deep throughout the territory, and the defeated undead suddenly began to rise once more - this time, turning their backs against the Chaldeans, and rising against their once-allies. The sound of clomping resounded through the field as a certain Horseman came through. "Hark! Ring the church bells, draw thy blades, sing thine praises! Rejoice, o' Chaldeans, o' remnants of humanity, the dawn of Conquest hath arrived! Let us march forth, the only result that shall hereby be accepted art that of total conquest! Come, let us sound the horns of War!"

"Oh dear, another noisy one... Boisterous, aren't we!?" With a chuckle, three of the undead seemed to get their heads sliced off by the strange fey blade as yet others were impaled by flying swords whilst Gil seemed to wander and weave effortlessly through the horde.

A few moments later upon hearing a familiar voice, the goddess woke from her slumber, the recent occurrences had been a blur to her, it all had happened to fast, all she recalled was being suddenly transported before a ice dragon and due to the sudden rush of adrenaline, she had recklessly expended all her magical energy in her attacks, thus causing her to tip and fall from her divine construct and unfortunately hitting her head upon a hard rock embedded in the crust. A pair of crimson jewels came to light, shining with vigor upon the familiar sight of her master… but then, the embarrassment struck as she felt a spike of pain from her head, most likely the result of her fall. “...” A tint of red came upon her cheeks, her gaze refusing to meet her master’s, how could she bear to even speak after such humiliation, perhaps it was best for her to keep quiet, but in the end she murmured a few words through gritted teeth, her pride in wear and tears, but still, she pulled herself up from the ground and came to the bow of the ship to seek redemption and a chance to mend her shattered esteem. “I-... let’s talk later… the earlier incident was a mistake, I’ll show you the true power of me.”

@Ishtar, Mistress of Heaven (@Pot | Lilith) - jump "That's what I like to hear, now come on! The party has started without us, let's go wreck some havoc on the battlefield!" He grabbed his two swords, pulling them from the ground where he placed them and looked at Ishtar. His once blue eyes returned to the burning red color they were when he called Ishtar to the battlefield. He gave Ishtar a little nudge and began to walk forward. "I'm glad I summoned you Ishtar, now let's party!" He dashed onto the battlefield with his swords ready to cut down any enemy that got in his way or attack his allies. The Gorilla Oni had taken to the battlefield once more.

..Ah. Alex and Lytus have joined her. ..She needs to work harder if she wants to protect both of them. "Thank you Lytus. It's fine, focus on the battle." ..At least, she wasn't getting swarmed as badly anymore. She takes another step forwards. ..though she is supposed to defend this position, she's advanced anyway. Ah, she needs to at least say hello. She nods towards the Boy that called her Name.

She followed after Alex, blasting any foes that would near her or Alex with beams of magic from Sapphire while also healing their allies. She took to the skies step on an what would look like an invisible platform. It's been sometime since she was on the battlefield with Veronica or Alex last time was... France maybe?

Alex wanted to give her a hug and comfort her for her loss, it had to hurt to lose another Servant here, but he had to fight more and make sure she wouldn't have to keep pushing herself. She had done enough already. His blades were a blur, striking undead down as he he practically was flying around the battlefield "Vee, I'm here now. I'm sorry I couldn't be here soon. And I brought a friend with me!" Miyu, lets go! I know you haven't been here long but show off what you can do!

Out of the corner of his eye, Gil spotted someone... Familiar. Yes, there was no mistaking it... That was Ishtar. Except... Not quite. How interesting. Well, he couldn't say he was at a point where she had wronged HIM, so he'd just... Watch her. See what she was up to and hope it was nothing scrupulous.

A smile graced the lips of the goddess once again, seeing her master jump down into the horde, the goddess followed suit, however she slowed her fall midway till she was just hovering in the air, intending to provide aerial support for her master. A divine construct materialized before her, with it, she letted out devastating attacks of pure mana that caused utter disarray, vaporizing the undead instantly at contact.

"Yes master!" She dropped down from the sky as she pulled out a card with the image of a Knight on it with the words Saber written at the bottom. Once she landed on the ground she placed the card onto the ground as a magic circle formed around miyu. Her Attire changed to one that would remind anyone that seen her of the King of Knights Artoria. If the Attire wasn't a giveaway, in her hand now laid the promised sword of Victory Excalibur. She raised the Sapphire turned Excalibur into the air as small motes of lights started forming and gathering around miyu. Her eyes hardened as she confirmed their was no allies in the line of this blast. Without warning she brought the blade downwards unleashing a blast of magical energy that tore through the undead. It definitely wasn't on the level of the proper Excalibur but it was still impressive nonetheless.

Kintoki observed from a safe distance... Woah, it was... "Absolutely GOLDEN! Nice job!" This put his mood up, no matter how endless the enemy seemed, Kintoki was just starting... With his axe pounding the ground, a shockwave of lightning crossed the field full of enemies, and either roasted them or blew them away. How exciting was it to fight once more!

"Well... Familiar faces all around, it seems." Gil spoke quietly to himself as he watched Miyu at work with the blade that she was wielding, deciding to match her. He pulled a similar, but not identical blade from the gate, and continued to bounce around the battlefield cutting down enemies. "Let's have a look at you, Moralltach."

Leopold saw devastation. He saw many of his allies, in their last legs, even his own Servants. Is this how this ends? Without the strength to fight, were they just to give up and perish? *No, said the voices.* And he couldn't help but agree with them. "COME ON, GET UP! Are we gonna get beat by a bunch of sacks of flesh and bones?! Hell NO! NOT EVEN IN A THOUSAND YEARS! Fight, fight beyond your lives themselves, fight until not even your corpse can fight anymore! We're not done, not just yet! OUR TASK ISN'T DONE!" This is not just regular Leopold, who would either sulk in their inevitable destruction, or being too kept down by exhaustion.

8:44 PM

This Leopold was a different man. And he wasn't gonna give up.

8:46 PM

His daggers flew through the air, multiplying from a single one into a hundred, dispatching as many undead as they struck. And from those daggers, in the reflections came wraiths, to take whoever was still standing into places best left unknown. Fight. Fight. FIGHT! Those were the only words that were ringing through Leopold's head. And he was getting good at abiding by them.

"Oh to hear the sounds, the clash of blades, the screams of the dead, the wailing of the wounded and desperate." Francis stepped over one of the corpses, "To witness the lakes of spilt blood, to see first hand the suffering of those on the battlefield, to gaze upon their tears of sorrow as one of their dearest comrades dies in their arms.... and they can't do anything about it." He drew his revolver and decimated the head of a charging White Walker reducing it to bloody chunks no bigger then his fist. He continued to empty his gun into the corpse, a grin stretching across his face every time he pulled the trigger. "To smell the wet scent of rot, to take in the repulsiveness of piss and shit excreted in pure fure, to smell the gun-fumes of a freshly fired gun." He took in a deep breath. "Heaven." "But this grand mural is not done yet! It requires a... final touch. Something to complete this work of art and to forever enshrine it in the halls of infamy. But what could it be?" He stood upon a mound hill, "Ah, I see. This requires a choir of ten thousand guns as the final brush stroke!" "Let us see how two million shells and fifty tons of explosive warp and corrupted this serne landscape!" Suddenly behind Francis batteries upon batteries of massive artillery guns of all kinds appear. Hundreds, no thousands of them.

10:29 PM

‎ A flare shell went up. The ground beneath rumbled. The gun-pits and weapon-dens of the Great War roused from their slumber. Air and even reality itself shattered like glass. The flare shells were drowned out by a blinding light. Large-caliber howitzers and siege mortars hurled hundreds of tons of munitions with deep body-shivering roars. Rockets screeched through the landscape, sounding like great blocks of steel grinding together and leaving behind them a tail of fire. The thunderous light show lit up the entire front. Muzzle-flashes strobed and danced blindingly for a hundred kilometers east and west. The marrow in his bones shook. The noise was insanity. Pure insanity, slowly crescendoing into a rolling thunder of appalling shell fall followed each other so quickly they became a single wall of noise. The shrill wails, hoarse distant bellows, and the deep booming of heavy shells. The sheer pandemonium hurt to listen to. "Like music to my ears!" Francis screamed, cackling as his hands wildly flailed. But no aimlessly. A conductor. A great conductor of war and death. "More! More!" Of course he had directed the guns to fall where the Chaldeans were not. Though that was not to say the explosions often got dangerously close.

10:29 PM

10:30 PM

"I do hope my Lord up in Heaven can hear this, it would be a damn shame to miss a orchestral performance as grand as this!"

The fight is finally over. You're being rayshifted back. @Player

Epona smiles in relief. "You won. Ha..haha." "You've ended this Grail War, Chaldea."

"We did it.... too many lost...." Alex looks at the sky, and goes to give Vee a hug as they are rayshifted out

"....Get used to it. Only more will be."

After exhausting all of his resources on the fight, Leopold was really tired. Absolutely. Yet, he stood. Or at least, tried to. A good thing the Rayshift commenced. But they had won. He was alive. For once, he was not worthless. "Shut up, Andersen, let them have it." He manages to utter out before being sent back.

"Oh fuck y-"

1:35 AM

He was interrupted by the rayshift.

".......You did well... Aunt Vee..."

She let out a sigh as she was sitting on the ground back in her normal School girl outfit, she had reached her limits. Even with access to infinite mana, there was only so much strain she could take. "I did what I could... I can only hope ot was enough..." With that said she was rayshifted back to chaldea.

All the Masters and Servants are rayshifted out.

The Singularity will close itself.

Epona collapses to her knees, finally allowing herself to show the pain she's been feeling since her spirit core was damaged during the fight against Remus. "Ah...." She falls backwards and lands on the soft blanket of snow. Above her is the endless blue sky. Having powers as strong as Surtr's and becoming leading her own people was something she'd only ever dreamed of. When she'd lost those powers, she thought she'd feel useless. After all, she's just a third-rate Saber. She doesn't compare to any of the Servants under Chaldea's command. But she didn't feel like that at all. Even now, there's a smile on her face. "This is bad." She murmurs something to herself. Something about this is unsatisfying to her. "I still haven't been able to pay any of my debts back." "Ha.." But that's just like Chaldea. They come in like a whirlwind and then leave without taking any responsibility. "Maybe that's okay." "I don't mind being indebted to you."

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