Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail
✅ Singularity 6 (ARCHIVED) / 〚🏙｜rome
The city of Rome is full of soldiers and survivors fleeing Enniashe. The streets are packed, smelly, and rife with fear and apprehension.
Players may RP freely here, but certain actions may result in DM intervention or even an impromptu game!
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As Peter moved as a German tourist he'd see soon enough in one of the squares of Rome where he would see that a refugee camp of sorts had been erected as a result from many fleeing the war in the north. Many were pilgrims who in this trying times had fled to take salvation before one of the greatest religious sites in the world and the current stronghold of NATO and the church in Italy. A sea of rough canvas tents, survival blisters and crowds of people moving through.
Suddenly next to Peter on a makeshift shrine made of a stone table with silken cloth with offerings to a framed picture Archangel Michael, Saint of War and God's destructive right hand which had smote Lucifer to the ground, a blood and bruised man in rags suddenly climbed pedestal, knocking off the image and the lit candles.
"Bad day coming!" the man cried aloud. "Bad day coming! Bad day in the morning!"
Ignoring attempts to pull him down, and was now shouting, arms outstretched and fingers clawing, at both the sky and the gathering crowd he continued to preach."Bad day is coming down upon us all! On you! And you, sir! And you, madam! Nine more wounds! Nine times nine! God has forsaken us. The Forest took the pure and now just us sinners are left! Left behind! We'll all burn in the fires of hell as intended.""Now! Now! Jürgen I taught we told you to keep it down. This is the sixth time I've been called to deal with you!" Suddenly a rough voice in German shouted through the crowd. He was dressed in heavy armour with an G36 strapped to his back and a steel riot shield wrapped around his right arm. On his kevlar pouldrons was the sign of a black eagle on a yellow coat of arms with the name "GSG 9" written on the bottom.
Seeing this 'Jürgen' suddenly leapt off the pedestal and fled into the crowd, the refugees pelting the insane man with stones and feces as he ran past.
The man was about to break into a chase put his shield was unwieldily and large leading it to accidentally bang against Peter.
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In fact it was the man who was knocked back and fell down onto his arse as it felt like his shield had slammed into a solid concrete wall.
Trying to collect his wits the man tried to get up but given his heavy armour it was hard. "What the hell?"
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Specialist Elias Kötz. Peter takes note of the soldier's name. Perhaps this young man can help him somehow.
"I can be too stubborn sometimes." Peter chuckles after making fun of his 'coma'. But he shortly silences himself as soon as the Specialist explains his side of the singularity.
Hearing all this put a frown on the old man's face. It is true no one should endure such a fate. But that is why he is here. To prevent more souls to suffer.
That is what heroes should do, no? He thought to himself.
Once he finishes, Peter strokes his chin. "I see... Thank you, young man. Is there anything else you could share? Maybe plans regarding the city's defense? I don't mean to pry but I would like to feel assured." He raises his hand to make an apologetic gesture.20 9 〇 16 
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"I'm here." That was the extent of her message sent to her master following her arrival.
@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14] Casting the spell, Peter would be keenly aware of where Kotz was now. He was in some sort of dark room. Maps and computers glowing in the dark as he walked through. Men in black uniforms with golden lapels were pouring over charts and graphs over a glow table, whispering amongst themselves as Kotz passed by. Kotz seemed to be a bit too intrigued as he stood to the side to listen in to their talk.
"You mean it's still in port at Lorient?" a stern male voice with a clearly annoyed tone spoke. "Those Northern Fleet baffoons didn't even scuttle it? Damn it."
"Correction, sir, they tried to. But the forest came in too fast. A wing of F-35s were deployed by carrier to try to do the job and sink it. But..."
"They were intercepted. By it."
"Yes, sir. By it."
"You mean the Howling Death? Right from the Round Table." said a voice that cut in suddenly. Clearly younger then all the rest.
There was dead silence as every eye that Peter could see within 10 feet turned.
"Don't you ever say that name again. I don't care if the men call him Black Death, Demon Lord of the Round Table, or Howling Death. We are in a command room gentlemen. You will refer to this individual as Black 1 as per callsign. I won't accept anything else. That bastard's spread enough fear amongst the soldiery. I won't have that fear spread to my command room."
"Understood?"
Affirmative grunts.
"And all you onlookers, don't you have anything better to do?"
Kotz began to move away but before he fully left Peter would catch one last thing being said.
"I want solutions drawn for damage mitigation and damage control if those Tomahawks hit Milan." (edited)
Kotz wouldn't do much for the next ten minutes Peter could tell other then walk through some barracks for coffee and tea before settlings in a creaking bunk in a room that stank that he shared with ten other soldiers. Some inane talk, mostly about how they were all being worried about being rotated to the dreaded northern front at Milan in just a few days and what to put on their wills.
The mood was, quite frankly, grim and black.The Civilians don't really speak much save for what would be expected of them. Some of them continue to speak about the state of the forest but its clear that what they're consuming was clearly filtered down through NATO networks. They talked of constant victories NATO was having, crushing every single incursion that the forest made against the region with astounding firepower and even making progress by tearing down each tree by tree. Stories of overblown heroism and the constant rumour of new technology and super-weapons in development that would surely turn the tide any day now.
Nothing about Black 1. Not even from the guards at the perimeter who spoke only complaints about having to go north. (edited)From above the bird would find a perch on the lip of the colosseum and see below in the sand pits where thousands of years ago hundreds of gladiators would fight to the death before a crowd of hundreds of thousands that would cheer them on to butcher them like animal, the German contingent had parked dozens of armoured vehicles and tanks next to oil tanks. On the seats and steps dark green tents had been established and soldiers walked among them. Flags and banners of the Bundeswehr flew limply in the evening wind as the sun began to set across in the horizon.
@ArbyOrNotToBe Perception from bird check if you want to look deeper. (edited)The bird would spy in the vehicle depot below was a man in a dark green uniform with a blue Barrett on his head. As he passed by some soldiers even saluted though he raised a hand as if to say "keep it casual. The officer seemed to be heading towards some wrought iron gates at the side of the pits that no doubt lead deeper.
@ArbyOrNotToBeIn front of him at the gates to the to the rear of the colosseum that he had seen the officer enter there was a single soldier standing on guard. She wore a deep green overcoat in almost casual black shirt with high jackboots. Over her right shoulder she rested her G36 rifle in her black gloves while her left hand held a cigarette to her lips.
She raised a eyebrow at Peter.
"Breadline's back the way you came," she said, almost with an annoyed tone in her voice. "You got someone to take care of you, old man?" (edited)
She would lead Peter through the hallways within the arena itself that the occasional soldier passed by. They noticed Peter but they didn't really speak up given that Viktoria seemed to be leading him. As they reached a crossway through the hallways Peter would spot the same officer his familiar had seen earlier moving past them.
In the man's hand under the crook of his shoulder was a yellow sealed file of some kind.
The field station was busy when Peter and Viktoria entered. It was as clean as a room could get but upon entering Peter could smell the signiture scent of infected flesh that not even the pungent odours of disinfectant and alcohol could hide. There were a few dozen cots in the room, half of them filled with soldiers that looked like they had been there a while or refugees that had met accidents or sickness.
There filter that connected the underground chamber seemed to be constantly failing leaving the air unbearably hot and stuffy. For all the patients there seemed only one doctor and his nurse to care for them.
The doctor seemed to notice the newcommers as he washed his hands in a stainless steel bowl.The doctor himself appeared to be a young man as he approached the pair. His hands had been washed and rubbed so many times they had been run raw. His fingernails where chipped and broken and even bleeding by this point.There was a certain tremble to the fingers that came from fatigue. Dark black spots appeared under his eye bags.
"It's true sir." the man said weakly.
"Shut up." Boesch sneered. "I'm going to take care of other people more worth my time. You can deal with dregs like him and find out what the hell is wrong with him. Think you can do that?" (edited)Peter would take a bit looking at the man. Lifting up the blanket underneath the man and doing a simple check-up revealed nothing at first sight even to his trained medical eyes. But looking closely at the way the man was pale and the dilution in his eyes. No way to naturally hide that.
"I'm sick sir," the man continued to ramble as Peter would examine, "Really am, sir. Need me some morphine or it'll kill me with pain. My leg hurts so much. Ain't no way I can go fight up north surely. Surely. Think you can tell them that sir?"
@ArbyOrNotToBe (edited)He grimaced as he suddenly grabbed a hold of Peter's sleeve and tried to pull the man in. "Listen sir, please just whatever you find just don't send me up north. Tell the doc I have cancer or anything like that. Please anything. I can't go north."26 With a roll like that Peter could guess while this man was sick. It was entirely something of his own creation. Sniffing gunpowder until he degraded to this state, was his guess.
@ArbyOrNotToBeThe man clenched his fists. “It’s better then going to Milan. Better then going back there and hearing the howling of that demon again.”
There wasn’t any on his leg it seemed Peter could deduce. Other then maybe some intentional information that could be treated with a days rest. Looked bad but was otherwise non-life threatening. Nothing compared to the exaggeration the soldier had made.
@ArbyOrNotToBe (edited) Everyone seemed too occupied to care.
“It was during our attempt to push past the alps. An array of firepower that hadn’t been seen since Iraq. I saw the tanks line up in the field on that day. So many.” He spoke in an almost dream like manner “Three months of preparation for an attempt that really could look like it could change the course of everything or at the very least give us much needed breathing room.”
“T-t-then we heard the howl,” he stammered with shaky breath. “It flew in the skies like a black dragon. We sent so many planes to bring it down, and it swatted each and every single one of them down back to the earth they like they nothing. They were *superjets* nothing on earth could bring the em down. Yet there was the demon, wiping our half our air force in a five minutes.”
“Then it came for us ground troops… we all heard that shrill howl over the radio, inhuman yet still human in the end… screaming what seemed like a name of some sort. You can still see those fields sir. Fields like farms but with crops of steel instead of grain.”
“Sir if I have to hear that howl again” he clutched his head as he sniveled “I don’t know what I’ll do.””He was at Milan for a time. Then he moved north. I heard he was preventing our Northern Fleet from being able to deploy their air fleet somewhere in north France. Nobody really can get a pin on where he is. Sometimes there’s panic and we get reports he’s there even though that’s mean there’s two of em. It’s that bad that command jumps at any shadows or sees.””Maybe. I don’t know. From what I heard he’s made northern France his hunting grounds. It’s a small chance he might appear. But I don’t want to even risk it. He’s just the worst but he’s not all the horrors I’ll have to face up there.”He nodded. "Anything about this beast so long as you don't send me north, sir. What are you going to do?"
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Total: 5"What did they say?" the man said meekly as he saw Peter come over."My lips are sealed sir. I'll do whatever it takes." (edited)As promised the soldier, Peter saw his name as Tarotin Radahn, kept his mouth shut despite the strange feeling in his leg. "So what now sir?""Kotz..." the man frowned. "Yeah... I know him. We're in the same Company unit. Big guy with shield?""Kotz." Tarotin said again. "He's a fool. But a brave fool. He knows that his comrades are going north and he won't hesitate a moment to plunge into hell with them. He's afraid like the rest of us... but just like this war... it's a matter of survival."
He shrugged. "Me? I'm not so brave.""What are you trying to even do sir?" Tarotin couldn't help but ask. "Asking all these questions, risking this stuff to get me from going north, if I didn't know any better its almost like you want to see this demon with your own eyes...""Why the hell would you want to see that?" he leaned in complete disbelief, as if he didn't hear that right. "Why the hell do you want to see that demon?"The soldier seemed rather shocked at his words, so shocked his jaw was hanging agape and he was rather glad at the swap of topics.
"Got an uncle and brother in Florence. Ma and Pa passed away long ago before I even got out of high school. Not much else then them. Listen, I just joined the army to pay for my college fees. Didn't expect to have to actually fight.""My uncles a trucker and runs supply runs sometimes to Milan. Brother's just an accountant that was conscripted to run logistics in Florence. Nothing much from my uncle if you want to know about the demon. And my brother says that the supply situation is starting to get worrisome. We're apparently having a hard time keeping up with teh ammunition needed for the front." (edited)"Well everyone has to if they're north really. They've been conscripted if they're not refugees that fled to Rome or are otherwise disabled in some sort of way." he blinked, "I guess? Like yeah its pretty nice what they're doing to help and I want to help as well. Put me in a job like my brother, im good with maths and computer systems, just don't give me a gun and tell me to literally go into a canniblistic treeline to act as cannon fodder where my life just buys us a second at most."
@ArbyOrNotToBeThe man turned pale. More pale then before if that was even possible "B-b-but, sir, you told me if I told you about this monster I wouldn't be taken to Milan. I told you about it so why am I being still sent!?"
The man reached out to try to grab onto Peter.
@ArbyOrNotToBe"Two or three days." the man said as quickly as he could. "I'm not sure but they're having us start to pack out and prepare to move out.""Yes. 24 hours. Not before. Not after. I'll take it." The man cautiously took the vial. It could be anything. But right now he was desperate enough the consider it. "What should I describe this sickness this vial causes as sir? So that they don't think I deliberately did it?"
@ArbyOrNotToBe"Lumbago huh, heard bout it. It's a slow and insidious killer. They'll buy it." Tarotin gazed at the vial before hiding it down his trouser. "You know, I never asked your name before I don't think sir? If I ever need to call you."
@ArbyOrNotToBeSeveral hours later after tiring medical work.
28 Other then a porno mag that Boesch had poorly hidden into the pillowcase and a makeshift nest of rat that he had made out of shoeboxes and placed into the nearby closet, the room was clean.
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Just your typical magazine with page after page of nude men in scandalous positions and in varying levels of nudity. Oh god was he pantless on a beach? That crack is getting violated in more than one way tonight. And a man with green hair and wearing nothing more then a orange sash as he displayed the goods.
But within the pages of the magazine Peter would find a letter, listed to be delivered to a address in Munich to a "Laura Boesch."
@ArbyOrNotToBeMaster. Are you available at this time?
( @Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy) you free for some RP? )At the moment Kotz didn't really seem to be doing much other then move supplies. Peter would catch a snippet or two of discussion though.
"- came from the Round Table."
"Is the Anti-Air system still on?"
"Yes. Completely automated. Can't fly a speck past the alps now so tough luck to any of our troops still somehow around in that forest."
"Dammit."
And nothing else was discussed but things that would be expected like hot men women and stuff soldiers chat about i don't know.
@ArbyOrNotToBeYou see an image of Kotz sitting in the cabin of a truck looking over the window at Viktoria of all people.With that Kotz nodded and continued to drive the truck down the street before the last thing Peter would see before the scrying ran up was Kotz pulling up outside a fortified building with the word's "Embassy of the Federal Republic Germany."Waiting at the clinic was Boesch would was always tending to his patient. You would see Tarotin from before just outside after having delivered a package to Boesch.Since you slept would morning make sense?Using his pass as a doctor Peter would be allowed acsses into the backrooms. Down the dark aisle, between racks of weapon crates, and food crates stacked up to the high roof, was a large medical cabinet. Opening it would reveal several cartons of morphine vials and an entire two crates with the stuff just to the side.In the meantime as Viktoria waited for midnight (it was around evening at this point) what would Peter do?A note was attached:
What I could get. Just this picture. We got it over Northern France during a SEAD operation. We were so damn close to breaking through to the round table. Then that beast appeared. Before he lost contact, we got this image from the flight recorder. It ain't right. It ain't right that a thing like this even exists.
Please, I beg, sir. We have an entire nuclear arsenal at our disposal.
Use them.
Use every single one if we must.
-Intelligence Officer Mannerhiem (edited)
General Bohn
Attached is my brief threat assessment of this creature. To say the least, it's significant. Black 1 posses a major threat to all airborne units within the forest. He is supported by the automated anti-air systems which makes direct confrontation in air almost impossible. All attempts to bring it back under our control has failed. We lack direct access to the system core at the Round Table.
We believe that Black 1 uses the Round Table as a base of operations but cannot confirm for sure. None of our spy-planes can penetrate that deep through the blizzard. We are still investigating and attempting to retrive/restore documents that either prove or disprove the storage of IRBMs at the Round Table. Until then the nuclear option cannot be considered. We're also working on trying to locate his patrol routes and can at this time estimate that he spends a signifcant amount of time engaging the Northern Fleet in Northern France but whenever we conduct operations near Milan, he has a chance of appearing as well.
It is of my opinion that if Black 1 remains airborne, none of our operations in the air will succeed and the forest will remain impossible to traverse unless its by ground.
Furthermore I would like to apologies for Intelligence Officer Mannerhiem's mental episode. He has been dealt with accordingly.
-Wolfgang Schmidt, Minister for Special Affairs
And there are no more documents to be found. (edited)Tarotin was about in the hallways, with a mop and bucket as Peter saw him."Been good, sir," Tarotin said as he mopped, "I remember your instructions, no worries."
There was a corridor to the side behind with a chain across at hip height that looked disused, though nobody seemed to come around to the hallway they were in, in the first place. (edited)"Well, bout this Howling Death I hazarded a talk or two with my mates. Apparently if the rumours mill's about, heard from a guy from another guy who knows a guy who heard someone talking to the side. That sort of stuff. But supposedly Northern Fleet Command has some sort of plan to finally bring down this demon." he said, "Not sure what this plan really has to do though. Think it has something to do with throwing every single pilot to die again, I'm sure."
@ArbyOrNotToBe"No idea really, sir. But not anytime soon I don't think. Takes a while to rally that many aircraft." (edited)How far exactly is this familiar been staying?As Peter waited for something to happen as night fell, suddenly the pink phone he had with him began to vibrate.
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Total: 5Peter would hear some heavy footsteps past by his door but they faded away, before one plodded up to the door, and there was a knock knock knock on the door to the room.
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126 23 5 〇〇 A few hours later at the start of midnight, Peter would see a truck pull up near Viktoria and Kotz get out. They began to speak a few words but the wind was heavy and buffeted the sound of of their voices.
@ArbyOrNotToBeThe conversation seemed to get heated with the two, Kotz getting flustered while Viktoria stood her ground. The inlet was extremely dark with dumpsters and debris everywhere. Perfect spot for off-the-books meetings.
@ArbyOrNotToBeThe argument seemed to calm down with Viktoria saying something to calm down the Kotz, even reaching forward and embracing the soldier for a brief second before letting go and gesturing to the create. The two began to lift the crate up and push it onto the back of the truck when suddenly Kotz's hand slipped and the entire box came crashing down. The contents of the box went out as the lid snapped off. Morphine vials went flying over the floor.
Viktoria quickly picked up the pieces of the ground and gathered them all into a bag. No point in hiding it anymore. Kotz clearly was about to object but Viktoria just shoved him along as he protested in the cab.
And the truck began to pull away..."Hopefully he knows what he's doing. Follow him." He communicates with his familiar. Letting the creature keep an eye on them while Peter works. If anything bad happens, he has his curse on Elias to know his conditions.Is the bird going to follow the truck as it leaves?
@ArbyOrNotToBeIs the bird going to follow the truck as it leaves?
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It's an odd thing for a bird to land on a moving truck but it seemed that the both of them were too engrossed in whatever they were talking about, muffled through the windows of the truck.
@ArbyOrNotToBeEventually the truck would wind down the street until they reached a checkpoint manned by both a NATO and with what appeared to be Church Knights ahead. There was another burst of argument and the truck began to crawl backwards.
But then the NATO captain at the head of it waved it to come forward. Didn't look like the truck had any other option as soldiers and Knights began to walk forwads.
@ArbyOrNotToBePeter didn't need the spell. He could see on the face of Elias that there was barely hidden pale panic given his passenger. Viktoria remained calm but even she seemed slightly unnerved as the Knights came closer.
@ArbyOrNotToBe (edited)"What are you doing out this night?"Not on the holy grounds that you're about to enter," the Knight spoke out in a guttural tone."Step out the cab please." the Knight asked. Suddenly on the streets of Rome a handsome young almost androgynous person in a cardigan with glasses pushed up the bridge of their nose would appear in front of Peter, from a behind a corner of a building or a crowd wherever he might be. (edited)
The base was in uproar as troops ran to and from trucks as they began to load up gear. Paths were cleared in the refugee camps as Leopard Tanks and Marders passed through to make for the highway.
Peter would see Kotz directing several men at one of the gates to the colosseum to mount a APC that had just turned the corner.
@ArbyOrNotToBeSeveral did as they passed by on the transports. A man on a stretcher weakly waved back as well as he headed into camp.
"Make way, make way," the carriers said, "We got a case of Lumbago here." (edited) 1
Suddenly there was the sound of jetwash sweeping through the streets of rome as something darted agilely through the buildings of Rome. The citizens and soldiers on the ground didn't seem to pay it any heed as it swept papers off the ground and hats off heads. Then it began to rise before Nobunaga, jet engines whining as it entered VTOL mode. Nobuanaga could see that several dozen missiles and three auto-cannons alone were pointed straight at her.
The pilots of this attack helicopter were hidden behind a tinted cockpit.
"You have been marked as Unidetified Bogey, " came a voice over speakers in the craft that blotted out the droning whine of its engines, "Identify yourself immediately or be treated as hostile." (edited)
There was an emblem spray-painted on the side that said "NATO 3rd Tactical Squadron" with a grim reaper with a scythe as its insignia.
"Fucking wierdos," the pilot didn't switch off his mic in time for that, "Unfortunately this isn't how it's going to work, miss, you will indentify yourself at once or be exterminated with extreme predujice. We already have to worry about the Demon Lord so we're not taking any risk."
As if to make his command clear the autocannons shifted to directly aim at Nobunaga's head and she could see that lasers had appeared on her chests from the sensor array on the front of the craft.
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"W-w-what!?" one of the pilots screamed over the mic as the gun suddenly appeared in front of him. A voice of pure fear as the impossible happened in front of him. The aircraft juttered in shock as the turbines began to shift be."No, no, no-"
Suddenly the voice was cut off.
"Overriding pilot controls. Slaving to co-pilot. Sorry, Jaques." a female voice suddenly came through the speakers instead.
The VTOL craft quickly returned to a stable position. "Demon King. Demon Lord. These are just titles men have given to those they fear and here mean nothing anymore. With your fancy musket in my cockpit. Please. This isn't the first time I've had a barrel pointed right below my chin. Don't think just because you're whatever the hell you are that I haven't seen worse things then you. I've seen the Forest first hand, the monsterosities it creates and the atrocities it commits. I saw men rend limb from limb by creatures faster then bullets. I witnessed entire regiments dissovled by digestive acid or our brothers rise from our dead forcing us to forsake our sacred oaths. I laid eyes on that Demon itself, and the entire remains of our armies it has wiped out. I heard its howl and I felt real terror. And if there any real Gods out there, the Forest has absorbed all of them because here we stand. So you can see why your pretty guns are the least of my worries."
The voice was filled with determination, having been able to break through the aura of fear created by Nobunaga. "You can go ahead of pull the trigger if you so want but know that the whole of Rome now has eyes on you. NATO never fights alone because right now from what you've just done every single missile and anti-air gun in this city is now locked onto you. Not even to speak of whatever the Vatican has in its aresnal.""And I have no doubt the Archangel is now Airborne. If he's the only Pilot that could fight the Demon Lord to a stand still, then I can imagine he's more then a match to you, Demon King."
"So go ahead and fire!," she cried out, "You'll just sign your fucking death warrant."
A pause.
"Or we could act like adults here. You've given what we've asked for and identified yourself. I am Captain Maya Ibuki, that was by Co-Pilot Sergeant Jaques earlier. I've had to remove controls from him for his own safety. We can both disarm ourselves in ten second and avoid any bloodshed. We both have seem to have vested intrest in the destruction of the Demon so if you really are geniuneg you'll take me up on this offer. You want to speak to our Leader so badly about this creature? There's no better man to speak then the Archangel."
"There. We got more things to worry about then killing each other," with a whine the autocannon and the laser-guided missiles would go limp and return back into their castings. "Heard more of you back in school. Got to say it's wierd to see the books in flesh. And even stranger given... I won't mention it now."
Though Nobu still couldn't see the inside from the tinted windows. She could be sure they could see her well enough.
There was a moment of silence, "I've had the defence systems stand down. I'd suggest you do away with the rest of those rifles. Despite my word there's still precautions that have to be taken. Whatever you do, I suggest you don't make any hostile moves. Our Anti-Air Network may be down but everyone has a habit of twitchy fingers with such loose Rules of Engagement these days. I'm going to put my craft as close to you as I can to give them second thoughts but be aware one wrong move and we'll be both shot out of the air by a hundred missiles."
"I"m going to guide you in a holding pattern to Mario De Bernardi Military Airport just a few klicks to our south. Be careful of the jetwash of our engines if you're going to fly close."
@ArbyOrNotToBe (edited)The VTOL craft would glide over the buildings of Rome to its outskirits. Nobu would notice as she followed that there were several automated missile launchers on the roofs that tracked her as they went by alonside men with missile launchers and vehciles with autocannons that watched her go. A single pull of a trigger could be all it took but they held their discpline in the end.
Mario De Bernardi Military Airport is the largest usable airbase in the Rome area bolstering several squadrons of advanced prototype aircraft that took off and landed at a blistering space. It sported a large array of massive hangers that housed B-52, massive cargo planes, and two AN-225 transport place, absoulte beheamoths that could carry entire divisions into battle and travel twice around the globe withouth refulling.
There was an area that had been cleared for landing beside four aircraft that could be only described as majestic swans given steel wings with their sleek edges, matte black body and orange wingtips. A Air Marshal in dark green uniform held up two glowsticks in the dark to direct the VTOL craft to land.
The man looked esespecially nervous at the companion the VTOL had brought along.
As the Jetwash ended the pilot stepped out with shaking legs. A woman that looked like she was hadn't even had a chance to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday and was in a similiar green flightsuit with a oxygon nozzle still attached.
"We're here," she annouced to Nobunaga.
"We use this airbase as a proving grounds for them before we send them up north. We have several diffrent types of them, ranging from the F-35 which is a multi-role fighter capable of performing air-to-air and air-to-ground seemlessly." she pointed to a pair of sleek aircraft that streaked over the air, "Towards more brutish designs like the A-10 over there."
Sitting on the runway as a massive aircraft that seemed to be built solely around the wings, the engine, and a massive rotary cannon pointing out the nose. "30mm. Four-Thousand rounds a minute of either explosive or depleted uranium. That little... well big thing is capable to emulating the firepower of an entire Battalion in just a few seconds. Too bad we can't deploy them in large numbers because they're vulnerable to air attack."
"And over here those four aircraft are SU-30SMs. I'm suprised you even know the concept of planes, Lord Nobunaga, but these are extremely rare planes. Pretty sure these are the only five still left in this world. I gotta tell you ain't anything I want more to take these out for a spin."
Suddenly out of the VTOL aircraft a man with a green face would drop out and begin vommiting violently on the runway. "And that over there is Jaques. I'm afraid you gave him a mighty fright. That was his first time in the air actually so intresting training you gave him." (edited)
1There was a whine of jet-engines like the shrieking of the siren as another SU-30SM with orange wingtips came in. It was coming it at speeds faster then any landing aircraft as it made a sharp turn. At the rate it was descending surely it would strike the ground into a firey inferno. But at the last possible moment the flaps extended and the entire aircraft almost seemed to stop in mid-air before drifting down to the runway like a fluttering leaf, its extended gear gently touching the runway.
"Before you see him, you should know that... he doesn't look like he should be a pilot at all. In fact rumours has it that he started of as a Crown Prince of some forgotten nation. I never really knew though. Doesn't really matter in the end." she spoke with almost seeming admirition and respect, yet Nobunaga could see the flames of ambitions in the Ibuki's eyes. "He's the Flight Lead of Sol Squadron. Any every pilot worth their wings wants those four positions."
The SU-30sm began to slowly roll down the runway towards the two and more Air Marshalls guided it in and a stairway was being rolled up.
@ArbyOrNotToBe
The figure that exited the cockpit and took off his visor was like she said, not the man you'd expect to be a pilot. He had the scars of age all over him with wrinkles and sun blemishes all over his pock-marked face and tan face. He had a shock of white hair alongside a shaven beared that hid a old pinkish scar on his left cheecks. His looked old enough to be Ibuki's Grandfather easily.
Yet as his built figure stepped down the steps wheeled up to his plane there was an aura of Aged Determination in the way he held himself up, that despite his age here he stood.
He met Nobu's crimson eyes with his teal ones that looked like they had seen everything.
"Hmmm, so eager?" his voice was gravely and corrosive almost, "You must be the one that's caused all this fuss. I am Mihaly Archange. Who might you be to cause enough noise to force me to land in the middle of my patrol?"
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"He's like this to everyone, even when the Supreme Commander came here once" Ibaki would whisper to Nobunaga."B-b-but there's nobody else that made it as close as him," she suttered in shock at Nobunaga beginning to walk away. (edited)
"How did I become a ret-" she muttered as she scampered after Nobunaga leaving the hanger, "Most of the barracks here are utterly filled with the brim at the moment... but we pilots are given apartments. I could let you stay in mine for the night." 
Priest. If you wish to know where I am, I am residing in one of the apartments by the Mario De Bernardi Military Airport. In a room claimed by a pilot, Maya Ibuki.
Nobunaga would send a telepathic message to her summoner to inform him of her whereabouts.
And with that, she waits until the apartment was satisfying for the Demon King to rest in.
@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside @Orphelia/Naomi/ArtoriaThe living room had a TV screen, a small kitchen, and a couch. There was a bathroom and a bedroom, possessing a long bath, off the side with a single bed and closest with a roll-out cot. It had a balcony with a sliding glass door that overlooked the airfield with a battered air con unit. Trucks and tanks rumbled down below and aircraft landed to and fro.With that Maya would offer Nobunaga an actual bed while she'd eventually fall asleep over the pile of paperwork.
@ArbyOrNotToBe (end here?) 
Despite the overwhelming presance of war in the air with helicopters and fleets of bombers passing overhead heading north, super-heavy tanks rolling up the streets of the Vatican and prototype weapons rushed out of devolpment into the fray, life still goes on despite it all.
And none make it more clear then this market in the Piazza Navona situated around its circular market. The air is the thick with conversation and batering through the multicoloured stalls filled to the brim with cultures from all over the world. Polish vendors haggle Zurek buns while the Welsh offer sheep's stomach with herbs packed into it. Japanese stalls sell sweets with a South African shop is selling weapon ranging from pistols to assualt rifles with ammo to boot.
There is a total war in the north where living hell is barreling down south. But this is Rome. They have seen war, and life will go on as usual.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal
Polish Zurek is a soup with a strong sour rye taste. There's a reason the Polish and only the Polish drink them.
It is an aquired taste. (edited)
Almost at Suzuka said his words a commotion came through the crowd. Something massive was heading this way. It was nearly two meters tall clad in armour and a crimson red cloak. It parted the crowds like they were water and it was stone. On its back it bore a massive greatsword almost as tall as Suzuka and almost commincally kept a small ofhand dagger in its chest brace.
It stood before them for a moment
"Thou art part of Chaldea," not a question. A statement through its hollow and genderless voice, "Thou shalt follow me to a more private place." (edited)
Do you have any clue who this is, Aki-kun? Suzuka posed the question to her master telepathically. Only to take one last bite of her bun, finishing it off and materializing Kenmyouren in her now empty hand.
"You're pretty annoying. Waving that thing around around Aki-kun. This is... Actual worst- You know? We were gonna spend a fun day out together on a wonderful date and such so scram." With that Suzuka waved her hand, motioning the figure to walk away with a soft scoff.
Ugh... This is such a bummer. He is asking me to actually do stuff...
The JK let out a soft sigh, glancing over at the body- her tails swaying back and forth behind her as she paused to think. Would this ring any bells?
@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside25
Suzuka would notice from her analysis that the organs had been taken as well. Very subtle cuts but the organs had been clearly cut out and then replaced by nearly exact replicas created by magecraft. The trace amounts of mana and the slight imperfections was enough to inform her of us.But as he did a nun in a black dress with an eyepatch over her right high ran out of the church behind them. "Brother Stephanium, the Holy Nail has been stolen! They ambushed the group as we were moving it to a more secure location. Familiars alongside cultists armed with rifles overwhelmed our five men team and in the chaos made off with the Nail. We think it's the same group you're investigating" (edited)"They appeared to be nearly nude beared men in linen sheets. They proved extremely durable even to our Ash Locks and Black Keys. We were able to slay many. But not fast enough. Locusts we think were summoned impeded sight so they were able to get close."
@Andle | Cam, Ib, RachThe carriage would lead them to a large complex in the refugee center of Rome. The area was lacking in civilians saved for discrete men in cassocks and robes that stood in the shadows around the perimeter. The complex itself was four stories high with windows that had been barred with iron. There was a main entrance on each of its four sides and camereas on the corner of the building. The roof of the building itself was connected to several others by haphazard bridging.
She was at a corner now looking down the street about 40 feet long to the northern entrance. She could see right now there were five windows overlooking the street on the second and third level as well as a guard that stood outside. He had a hoodie and plain clothes, would have looked like any other teenager out for a binge with friends if not for the AK-47 he held as he absently played with his fingernails.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, RachHe startled and looked up at the newcommer, fiddling with his rifle for a moment before gripping it correctly.
"Uh! It's real! It's real!" he stuttered "Who are you? This is private property. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.... wait, that's a Seifuku, where did you get that?"
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach"Look you seem like a nice lady," the boy said as he gripped his rifle tighter, "And it's nice to meet a fellow Nihon, but I'm going to have to ask you to take a step back and leave. This is private property."
Result: 1d20 (17)
Total: 17His eyes went blank for a moment before he blinked it back, "Oh... shit... sorry I wasn't thinking straight," he chuckled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head, "Did I get your name?"He stammered about, "I'm not supposed to say... that's not what He would like..."Instinctually he leaned forward slightly with a smile as he heard her giggle, "Well.. He did give me my name of Follower 27. He made me forget my real name because that was just an earthly burden I must atone for... I do miss it sometimes."
"Yeah I get pretty tired on my feet having to run patrols. They make me stay outside here while all the interesting stuff happens inside." he pouted slightly.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach"I guess so... not compared to 1 though," he said, "He is going to take away our earthly burdens with the Second Coming. The Forest was the first sign, the offerings of the most holy the second, and finally with the Holy Nail it's only a matter of minutes before it's complete and humanity achieves salvation for all our souls!"
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, RachHis face became beet red as he further stammered as he tried to back away, "Um, uh, ah... I-I'm sorry. Can't do that. I'd be in for a whipping if they caught me."
@Andle | Cam, Ib, RachOh don't worry Aki-kun. The way in will be clear in a moment. Just gotta deal with this pest. We don't wanna make too much sound before going in right?8
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Result: 1d20 (11)
Total: 11He was pressed against the wall with no way to go, "I'm really not sure... maybe for a moment... what do you mean by whipping?" he made an attempt at a smile as her finger traced up chest, "He'll get mad... but it's just for a moment."
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach5 28
Damage: 1d8 (6) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 21
Result: 1d20 (18) + 2
Total: 20"I-" he said almost wanting it before her blade entered his sternum. Combined with the sudden shock and pain shooting through his lungs he managed to let out a shriek of pain despite her attempts to muffle him as his dying body slumped against the wall and slid downwards, quickly beginning the process of bleeding to death.
Blood curled on his lips as he looked at her, "Why?"
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, RachIn the alleyway Suzuka would also notice that was an open window three stories up and that the walls were uneven with broken and jutting bricking in several spots.Heh. Of course not Aki-kun! Though I did admittedly fail to shut him up properly.Suddenly the two of them could hear shouts coming from the building and figures ran past the barred windows.
The front door opened and two men with AK-47s and hoodies with dark sunglasses walked out to investigate.The three hadn't been seen yet.
Current initiative: 2 (round 3)
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20: Heavenly Demon Rain
18: Suzuka Gozen <128/160 HP> (AC 21)
11: Knight <Healthy>
# 2: Akemi <13/13 HP> (AC 16) -----COMBAT ENDED----- (edited)!init join
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Otherwise: !init add <modifier> <name>18 
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9.
C2 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (9) + 4 = 13.
C3 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (13) + 4 = 17.
C4 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (12) + 4 = 16.
C5 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (8) + 4 = 12.
C6 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (2) + 4 = 6.11.Suzuka Gozen <160/160 HP> (AC 21)
> Resistances: cold, fire, psychic
> Immunities: charmedCharging out of the building leaving the door behind wide open, the Cultists stop dead in their tracks in suprise at only three people standing there.
"The fuck!?" the lead one says confused.37
Damage (CRIT!): 2d8 (2, 2) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 19 25
Damage: 1d8 (8) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 23 26
Damage: 1d8 (1) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 16 22
Damage: 1d8 (1) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 16 C3 <Dead>Suddenly the first rank disappeared in a fountain of blood."Oh Jesus Christ."C4 <Healthy>
C3 automatically removed from combat."OPEN FIRE!!!" they screamed towards Suzuka opening up with every single rifle they had.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach12
Miss!12
Miss!C2 <Healthy>10
Miss!21
Damage: 1d10 (3) + 4 [piercing] = 7Despite hundreds of bullets litterally filling the narrow street, almost every single round missed...C5 <Healthy>21
Damage: 1d10 (6) + 4 [piercing] = 1024
Damage: (1d10 (3) + 4 [piercing]) / 2 = 3Knight <Healthy>10
Miss!
Attack 2
To Hit: 1d20 (7) + 9 = 16
Damage: 2d6 (5, 4) + 5 [slashing] = 14
Attack 3
To Hit: 1d20 (1) + 9 = 10
Miss!
Total Damage: 14C1 <Dead>C6 <Healthy>
C1 automatically removed from combat.28
Damage (CRIT!): 2d10 (9, 5) + 4 [piercing] = 18Suddenly one of the cultists drew a sniper and took a single pot shot down range...
and scored true.
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach
!help cc create to see how to create new ones. 
Akemi <0/13 HP> (AC 16)
> Resistances: cold, fire17 Suzuka Gozen <148/160 HP> (AC 21)
> Resistances: cold, fire, psychic
> Immunities: charmedDespite the literally one in a million shot, Akemi was still breathing.!help init add for help.25
Damage: 1d8 (8) + 9 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 22 30
Damage: 1d8 (2) + 9 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 16 C4 <Bloodied>C2 <Bloodied>
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Damage: 2d6 (5, 1) + 5 [slashing] = 11C5 <Dead>
C2 automatically removed from combat.Knight <Healthy>
C5 automatically removed from combat.-1
”C6 <Healthy>30
Damage: 1d8 (8) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 23 He attempts to run but he glances back only to see... (edited)Quickly packing his Sniper Rifle the man who shot Akemi dashed quickly back to the safehouse.Akemi <1/13 HP> (AC 16)
> Resistances: cold, fireHeavenly Demon Rain
Result: 1d20 (11) + 6
Total: 17
Result: 7d6 (3, 5, 1, 1, 6, 2, 2)
Total: 20Suzuka Gozen <128/160 HP> (AC 21)
> Resistances: cold, fire, psychic
> Immunities: charmedBeing struck of literal divine power isn't healthy for a man and suddenly he foundhimself missing half of his face.25
Damage: 1d8 (3) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 18 18
Miss!29
Damage: 1d8 (7) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 2237
Damage (CRIT!): 2d8 (4, 3) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 2220
Damage: 1d8 (1) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 1636
Damage (CRIT!): 2d8 (3, 1) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 19 21
Damage: 1d8 (6) + 9 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 2023
Damage: 1d8 (8) + 9 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 22 35
Damage (CRIT!): 2d8 (1, 4) + 8 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 18 "The Lord Protects... Salvation is coming... one more minute to the apocalypse... one more minute." was the dying man's last words even in excruciating pain.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal
And then he died.C4 <Dead>Knight <Healthy>
C4 automatically removed from combat.C6 <Critical>Akemi <13/13 HP> (AC 16)
> Resistances: cold, fireWith everyone dead, before the three of them was the locked doors to the heart of the building.
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, RachThe inside of the building was a derelict mess despite the fortified outside. Sigils and verses from the holy book had been smeared on the wall with a mixture of feces, blood, and something green and strangely still organic. There were three doors in front of them, two to the right and left and one in front.
There was a loud bagning coming from the one in front.
Would Akemi try to open the door?
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|PormalWithin was a figure transfixed to the improvised wooden cross in the middle of the dingy room.
A man in red robes was in the process of inserting a still beating heart into it.
Around him were Cultists postalising themselves between the pair.
"With this Holy Organ I will ress-" the man stopped as the door suddenly crashed open.
"Who dares intrude upon the second coming?" he yellled with indignation.Athletics check.
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal18 The limp body with the heart about to be inserted pitched over and there was a great concophany of confusion.
"Get them!" the one in red robes shouted and drew a shortsword from his body that glowed with purple energy.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|PormalCurrent initiative: 14 (round 2)
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20: Red Robed <Dead> (Haste [9 rounds], Hasted [9 rounds])
20: Heavenly Demon Rain
18: Akemi <39/39 HP> (AC 16)
# 14: Suzuka Gozen <160/160 HP> (AC 21)
14: Cultist1 <Dead>
10: Knight <Injured>
9: Cultist4 <Critical>
5: Cultist5 <Healthy> -----COMBAT ENDED----- (edited)!init join
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Otherwise: !init add <modifier> <name>18 14 20.!help init remove for help.14.
Cultist2 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (15) + 4 = 19.
Cultist3 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (15) + 4 = 19.
Cultist4 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (5) + 4 = 9.
Cultist5 was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (1) + 4 = 5. Red Robed <Healthy>Radiating with mana the man in the red robes charged forward, and casted a spell on himself.
"What the hell are you doing!" he screamed in his gruff voice.3 ◉◉〇10
Miss!
Attack 2
To Hit: 1d20 (15) + 9 = 24
Damage: (1d8 (6) + 4 + 5 [piercing]) / 2 = 7
Total Damage: 7Cultist2 <Healthy>10.Cultist3 <Healthy>10
Damage: 1d10 (7) + 4 + 10 [piercing] = 2125
Damage: 1d10 (9) + 4 [piercing] = 13Akemi <13/13 HP> (AC 16)
> Resistances: cold, fire11
Miss! Suzuka Gozen <114/160 HP> (AC 21)
> Resistances: cold, fire, psychic, nonmagical piercing, nonmagical bludgoning, nonmagical slashing
> Immunities: charmed32
Damage: 1d8 (7) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 22
Concentration: DC 11 20
Miss! 28
Damage: 1d8 (7) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 22
Concentration: DC 11 26
Damage: 1d8 (8) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 23
Concentration: DC 11 31
Damage: 1d8 (7) + 10 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 22
Concentration: DC 11 35
Damage (CRIT!): 2d8 (4, 3) + 9 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 21
Concentration: DC 10 17
Miss! 29
Damage: 1d8 (7) + 9 [magical slashing] + 5 [necrotic] = 21
Concentration: DC 10 !help init add for help.!help init add for help.
Error: Nothing found21
1d20 (12) + 9 + 2 = 23
44 total.16
1d20 (14) + 6 = 20
1d20 (2) + 6 = 8
1d20 (1) + 6 = 7
51 total.
Result: 5d6 (1, 4, 6, 6, 4)
Total: 21
Result: 21 / 2
Total: 10Cultist1 <Critical>15
Miss!28
Damage (CRIT!): 2d10 (3, 1) + 4 [piercing] = 8Despite being badly wounded and frantically firing from the hip, a single lucky shot managed to graze the side of Akemi's head.
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, RachKnight <Injured>Cultist4 <Critical>21
Damage: (1d10 (9) + 4 [piercing]) / 2 = 618
Miss!Cultist5 <Healthy>26
Damage: (1d10 (5) + 4 [piercing]) / 2 = 421
Damage: (1d10 (8) + 4 [piercing]) / 2 = 6Red Robed <Critical>
* Haste [9 rounds] <C>
* Hasted [9 rounds] (AC: +2; Save Advantage: Dexterity; Parent: Haste)
- The target's speed is doubled
- They gain an additional action on each of its turns
- When the spell ends, the target can't move or take actions until after its next turn69
DC: 18
DEX Save6 〇13 16
Result: 5d10 (9, 1, 10, 7, 4) + 5
Total: 36
Result: 5d10 (9, 1, 10, 7, 4) + 5
Total: 36 Suddenly with a sudden blast of energy the insane mage fired a massive bolt of energy right at Suzuka's chest.
"Stop! Stop!" he screamed, "Can't you see we're trying to save you all!"
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal14
Miss!
Attack 2
To Hit: 1d20 (1) + 9 = 10
Miss!20
Miss!"T-t-tate Eboshi..." he stammered, "No, no, no it has to succeed."Heavenly Demon Rain"An Oni comes with nothing but lies!"30
1d20 (1) + 9 + 2 = 12
42 total.
Result: 5d6 (6, 5, 5, 4, 6)
Total: 26Cultist2 <Dead>Cultist3 <Dead>
Cultist2 automatically removed from combat.Akemi <5/13 HP> (AC 16)
> Resistances: cold, fire
Cultist3 automatically removed from combat.28
Damage (CRIT!): 2d4 (4, 1) + 6 + 2d4 (3, 4) [bludgeoning] = 18
Concentration: DC 10 Suzuka Gozen <65/160 HP> (AC 21)
> Resistances: cold, fire, psychic, nonmagical piercing, nonmagical bludgoning, nonmagical slashing
> Immunities: charmedHe turns his head only in time to see Akemi's Fist coming right at him.And with a broken neck his corpse fell to the ground.In shock the last two survivors attempted to surrender.Suddenly their eyes glazed over for a minute before they blinked with confusion.
<<Wait, what?>> they both said.
<<Where are we?>> the one on the right said.
<<I was at a bar last thing I remember,>> the other said.
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach<<Lock us up! For what>> they said with shock. <<Magecraft?>>Suddenly from the other room they could hear screams and muffled yells of some sort of fight. For a moment there was the sound of armour and steel being smashed against the ground and the wet slapping sounds of flesh being ripped apart and a figure eventually walked back into the room.
But it wasn’t the Knight.
It was a figure in a blue NATO uniform with a colorful rank pin on his breast and golden epaulettes. He had raven black hair that was matted with blood that wasn’t his.
I’m his hand he held a bloody saber. 
22 19 Even dipping her toes in she catches only a glimpse, and it is enough for her to see several possibilities.
The veil of Reality drew back. You looked as if down a pillar of smoke, ghost white, which rushed up around you. In your ears, the harrowing screams of infinity and the billion billion souls castaway therein.
Blue light, streaked with storm-fires. A sound that mingled seismic rambling and the ethereal plainsong of long decayed temples.
A smell of woodsmoke, incense, saltwater, blood…
A cosmic emptiness so massive and ever-lasting, your mind numbed as it raced across it. It was gone in a blink, just fast enough to prevent the sheer scale taking your sanity with it.
Another blink. Flares of red. Colliding galaxies, catching fire. Souls like comets furrowing the immaterium. Voices of godmonsters calling from behind the flimsy backdrop of space.
Blink. Oceanic blackness. Another snatch of plainsong.
Blink. Stellar nurseries, fulsome with embryonic suns.
Blink. Cold light, eons old.You find there is a door in front of you, ripped open like before. And his back is to you.
You hear yourself refuse.
And his eyes glow.
And he raises a pistol from which necrotic energy crackles at your Master.
It's almost certain he'll kill the both of you, only to frame the aftermath it as infighting between Chaldea and the Church. More fuel to an already tense relationship as he walks away with only profit.
This is one of many possibilites, one which may not happen at all or is a false future, which is to say the DM is taking some time to write the others. (edited)This is a bit of a problem, Aki-kun.Another possibility.
Somewhere deep in Einnashe, near the heart maybe? He is there. But not against you.
Beside you.
Three tall shadow figures stand behind him.
"...Grail? it's a deal, Chaldea." you catch a suggestion of a grin as he finishes a sentance.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, RachAnd a final one where he stands gasping of air as your blade stakes him through the heart, his eyes wide open in sudden shock.And there was a massive feedback from the energy it took.
psyhic: 12d6 (4, 4, 1, 2, 2, 4, 1, 4, 4, 2, 6, 4)
Total: 38
Result: 38 / 2
Total: 19The men were also carrying jerry cans full of gasoline they were covering the floor in, flooding the place with nauseating fumes that the man didn't seem even slightly perturbed by.Suddenly the house behind them went up in flames.
In front of them down the street they saw cars in white with suddenly shoot down the street towards the burning house. One of them stopped by the two of them and a woman in black clothes and a tricone stepped out, clearly an Executor of the church.
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Result: 1d20 (14)
Total: 14Suddenly on the phone there was a text that appeared, "Alley behind. Just under the green dumpster with the red medical hazard sticker. Paper bag. My thanks inside."
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach
nightoCash about equivalent to 600 GP alongside a note.
"Surely the Church wouldn't approve if they found of your dealings with one of their dreaded enemies. Another reason to keep silent.
Sayonara."
@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach Current initiative: 22 (round 5)
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25: Artoria (lancer) <181/256 HP> (AC 20)
# 22: Morgan le Fay <144/144 HP> (AC 17) -----COMBAT ENDED----- (edited)!init join
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Artoria (lancer) <312/272 HP> (+40 temp) (AC 20)
> Resistances: nonmagical piercing, nonmagical slashing, nonmagical bludgeoning, fire1 ◉◉◉◉ (+1)
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DC: 18
CON Save7 〇 Artoria (lancer) <256/256 HP> (AC 20)
> Resistances: nonmagical piercing, nonmagical slashing, nonmagical bludgeoning, fire3 〇〇〇 (-3) Morgan le Fay <144/144 HP> (AC 17)1 ◉◉◉〇 14
DC: 18
DEX Save
Effect: Prone (Tidal Wave) (Attack Disadvantage) Artoria (lancer) <256/256 HP> (AC 20)
> Resistances: nonmagical piercing, nonmagical slashing, nonmagical bludgeoning, fire Morgan le Fay <144/144 HP> (AC 17)49
DC: 18
CON Save Artoria (lancer) <206/256 HP> (AC 20)
> Resistances: nonmagical piercing, nonmagical slashing, nonmagical bludgeoning, fire4 〇〇 (-2) Morgan le Fay <144/144 HP> (AC 17)8 〇 Artoria (lancer) <181/256 HP> (AC 20)
> Resistances: nonmagical piercing, nonmagical slashing, nonmagical bludgeoning, fireMorgan le Fay <144/144 HP> (AC 17)
Continues in DMs, you can’t gave into Avalon Fiends 
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