Episode 1.5?: Fate/Online Encyclopedia
Grail War
Turn 3: First Blood
(Initiative: Gilgamesh=9+1, Honako=8+1, Fig=6+1, Sam=6+1, Tock=5+2, Genghis=3, Agatha=3, Haehyun=1+1)"Battle continues apace, encounters are had, 'blood' is spilled, articles are earned!""Saber, Install!" Gilgamesh shouts, and within moments he is garbed in silver plate, a golden crown, a thick fur-lined navy-blue cape, and... a cerulean dress. Before his new attire, or the single blonde ahoge emerging from his head standing alone in the absence of any other hair, catch his attention however, he is already swinging his blade.
1d10=10+2(Strength)+1(Combat)+1(Practiced Technique) vs 1+2(Solid Body)+1(Made of Gold)
Gilgamesh surges forward with the Masamune in hand and swings twice in a cross pattern. Many would think that a body of solid metal would stop a blade, and thus aim for the thinnest parts. Gilgamesh knows better however, for while even he as he is now may have failed to cut through solid iron or steal, gold is soft despite its weight making it an exceptionally poor metal for armor and weapons. With the strength of his Class Card enhanced body coupled with his own skill(especially with such a well practiced technique), he bisects the helpless statue in one direction, then follows through in the other direction before its body can even fall.
The golden statues arms drop to the ground, its sides follow shortly after, and then its upper half, no longer supported, topples to the side. A loud clanking is heard from behind him as his new companion, a heavily armored knight wielding a mighty shovel blade, appears. He was... far smaller in person than expected.
Name: Shovel Knight
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Nationality: The Valley
Status: Fine
Magic: 100/100
Assets-
Knight armor- +2 Defense
Shovel Blade- +1 Digging, +1 Attack
Ammo- Magic
Magazine- Magic Meter
Reload- None
Shoots low-power fireballs
Phase Locket- When used, the user temporarily phases out of reality for he rest of the turn. Can move, observe, and be observed, but cannot interact with or be interacted with by objects or individuals in realspace.
Troupple Chalice(Blue)- A chalice filled with blue Troupple energy. When drank, fully refills the users magic, once.
Troupple Chalice(Red)- A chalice filled with red Troupple energy. When drank, fully heals the user, once.
Abilities-
Pogo Strike- When making an aerial attack from above, bounce off the opponents head and make another. This can occur once per action remaining in the turn, and can continue across turns if the chain is not canceled in some way.
Konako and Assassin roamed through the 'palace' under the guards direction as they waited to hear from the Men in Black. The house was certainly opulent, and certainly far less guarded than it necessarily should have been. Indeed, under ordinary circumstances, this place would have absolutely been a shoe-in for Honako to raid. As it was however, she had other business.
Assassin picks up a simple walky-talky(where did he get that?), and raises it to his ear. "Report" He says quietly.
7d10=4,7,6,10,1,10,6 1d7=6
Team Bravo reports moderate success. While they haven't been able to locate any major local leaders, they've managed to find the wealthy owners of the local bank, quite the important people in a city that runs on trade and commerce.
Team Charlie though? Well, you only recieve a report at all from one member of team Charlie. They had been found by the Ma'Qwa. After the first member had been pulverized by the fists of one of their gorilla beasts and disappeared into magical energy, they had deigned to keep the second one alive, to eat alive when they got back to their camp. Well... on the plus side, he'll at least be going to the camp.
Agent Delta meanwhile, stumbles upon the same scene you'd heard about from the first of Team Alpha of Genghis Ham and Haehyun Kum facing eachother down at the gates of the city, but focuses his attention on the Automaton that is also present. It... really, really isn't hard to tell how it's controlled, at least from his angle on it. There's a large open section on the top with a seat and a variety of levers and buttons, currently manned by a Guard Captain.
Team Alphas reports come spattered intermittently throughout the others.
The first member manages to sneak up entirely unnoticed into a useful vantage point over an active confrontation between a pair of them. Genghis Ham and Kum Haehyun have met at the gates, were the automaton is located, and are currently engaged in a standoff. He identifies the pairs servants as well, Berserker being short, pale skinned, and of Asian descent with flowing yellow hair and a pair of long horns emerging from her forehead, Rider a woman of moderate height with black hair reaching down to her back, her body garbed in tight black clothes with gold highlights, and flowing red detached sleeves and petticoat, a rather simple and moderate blade in hand. He also identifies that the second agent of team alpha has stumbled upon this confrontation as well.
The third Alpha member sees a slight commotion going on in a tavern, and spots Tock and what he assumes is her Rider, a long haired and incredibly pale skinned woman wearing a fancy swimsuit and summer hat, inside.
The fourth member decides the best method would be crossing rooftops. In the process, they discover Agatha perched atop a building looking down at a loud commotion. Her Servant appears behind her, a long black cape covering much of her leather outfit, excepting only her officers hat with a crest in the front he could not get a good look at from his angle. As he watches however, what appears to be a chibi version of the Servant appears next to her, "NOBU!!" it cries, sending Archer toppling to the floor with a shout. The agent wisely chooses to duck down onto a lower roof after that before they notice him.
The fifth member reports that... he has somehow misplaced his clothes. He was walking down an alleyway one moment, the next, he felt a hand on his pocket, and then his clothes were missing. He now has nothing on his person but his underwear.
The sixth member doesn't have trouble finding someone of their own. The behemoth Gilgamesh... wearing an armored blue dress, and with a blonde ahoge pushing through any and everything on its way to protrude from his otherwise bald head. Next to him stands the mighty... and actually kinda short, Shovel Knight.
The seventh member, with Bralog in tow(or rather the reverse) has located Fig cookie. They are sheltered within a warehouse, Bralog and the agent look in through small windows on the sides of the building. With Fig Cookie is Caster, a long haired brunette in an elegant dress with one arm either mechanically augmented or wearing a heavy mechanical gauntlet. The soft smile on her face feels incredibly familiar to the agent, but also rather mysterious. Bralog shivers with violent excitement, he hefts his gun and begins charging up a blast of plasma, before forcefully smashing it through the window and letting his blast loose inside. (1d10-2(Angry and Bored)) Contrary to his orders, Bralog does not warp out, rather he warps in, eager to join the fray.
(1d10= 9+1+1(Shooting, Element of Surprise)) v 1-1+1+1(Surprised, Speed, Custodian Armor) INTERRUPT ATTEMPT 1d10=1-1)
The enormous plasma blast fired from Bralogs cannon soars through the air quickly. Too quickly for Fig Cookie or Caster to respond. The blast makes impact, and a quartet of jelly filled legs flop to the ground, the rest of the body vaporized by a blast that could have put a hole through a tank.
Caster falls backwards to the ground from the impact shockwave. As she looks up, horror grasps her face, she feels the connection sever. Her master is dead.
Then, she looks up to see a gruesome figure form in the middle of the room, half way between insectoid and reptilian, the weapon that did the deed attached to what looked like a metal shell upon its back, a monstrous grin upon its long snout.
That is the last report you receive, before suddenly yet another hulking armored warlike alien appears behind you, this one far more physically adept and far more obedient, but also far, far bigger. Merely a single clunk from the boot of The Unstoppable Weight was all it took for the guard guiding the two to whirl around. Naturally, on seeing a massive hulking armored figure in front of him, panic set in.
"AAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!"
"Oh... oh dear, oh me. That... you hate to see it, but it happens so very often..."
"It is the nature of the game. For one to win, others must die.
For the time being, Fig cookie chose to simply stick around the burgeoning 'workshop' and assist Caster in constructing it. Primarily, they were bringing tools on request and aiding in unboxing and gathering materials.
(1d10=3)
Nothing particularly special, but some basic construction materials that would at least be useful for constructing the workshop itself. Caster meanwhile was hard at work, already her plain makeshift work table has been upgraded into a real crafting station, and she looks over and examines the Custodian armor in detail.
And then...
it happens so fast. There is a crash of shattering glass from the window, a massive energy weapon has been shoved through the hole, fully charged. The weapon fires, a massive ball of roiling plasma surges forth...
(1d10= 1-1+1+1(Surprised, Speed, Custodian Armor) v 9+1+1(Shooting, Element of Surprise)) INTERRUPT ATTEMPT 1d10=1-1(Surprised))
The enormous plasma blast fired from Bralogs cannon soars through the air quickly. Too quickly for Fig Cookie or Caster to respond. The blast makes impact, and a quartet of overbaked jelly filled legs flop to the ground, the rest of the body vaporized by a blast that could have put a hole through a tank.
Caster falls backwards to the ground from the impact shockwave. As she looks up, horror grasps her face, she feels the connection sever. Her master is dead.
Then, she looks up to see a gruesome figure form in the middle of the room, half way between insectoid and reptilian, the weapon that did the deed attached to what looked like a metal shell upon its back, and a monstrous grin upon its long snout.
"Oh it doesn't get any easier the second time no siree. Well... I suppose this is FIRST BLOOD!"
Name: Zerz, the Unstoppable Weight
Species: Cabal
Gender: Male
Nationality: Cabal Empire
Durability +1, Strength +1
Assets-
Incendior Armor- +2 Defense, Headshot Immune
Fuel Pack- a pair of large fuel tanks attached to the back of the armor, modified into a limited jetpack. Allows brief flight perfect for things like aerial strafing. Provides unlimited Magma Launcher Fuel, but will detonate lethally if punctured.
Ammo- Magma Launcher Fuel
Magazine- 1 turn continuous use
Reload- Automatic(medium)
Counts as Solar energy.
Easily ignites objects.
Can create hazardous molten terrain when used against solid surfaces.
Secondary Fire: Concussive blast
Ammo- Magma Launcher Fuel
Magazine- 1 shot
Reload- Automatic(medium)
Has immense knockback
"So there's Pork chops. Probably after the mech." Sam says, unbothered by the circumstances. "But where is his Servant? No matter, might as well follow him and take him out if he's weakened."
(1d10=8+1(Speed) 1d10=4+1(Agility))
He steps back, hops up onto the railing of the tower, and leaps across to the nearby rooftops on the path. Jaguarman boldly leaps to follow him... only to flop face first and eat tile as she collides with the roof. By the time she has gotten up and resumed her purrsuit of her agile master, he has already reached his destination.
There Sam stands up above, looking down over the front gate of the city. Indeed, if it wasn't for the sheer volume of his quarries own arrival, the notable guard presence would have surely taken notice of him. As it is however, well, he can see why Genghis Ham has stopped so suddenly. There is another Wiki Warrior here. Haehyun, the tuning master, still enclosed within her large piloted android.
1d10=9-2(Distractions)
Though another may have been distracted, Sam's training and keen eyes draw his attention to another two. A pair of girls, one small and pale skinned with horns and flowing blonde hair, wielding a blade of bone in her crimson red hands. The other, a woman of moderate height with black hair reaching down to her back, her body garbed in tight black clothes with gold highlights, and flowing red detached sleeves and petticoat, a rather simple and moderate blade in hand.
With their unusual appearances and the way they stare each-other down so intensely, there's only one conclusion to be drawn. Servants, both of them.
"Somethin's up with that statue, don't get too close to it." Tock whispered into Riders ear.
(1d10=3+1(Tracking(mitigated)))
Unfortunately, nobody in particular stands out. Lots of weapons around but any two-bit schmuck can buy a sword if they aren't broke.
(1d10=7+1(Perception))
But as her eyes pass back across the room once again she feels the weight of eyes on her. And as she looks around, she only sees one set of eyes locked on her current position. The statues.
Agatha eyes the scene from above, nobody really seems willing to approach the monkey, nor does the Watcher seem willing to move from its position with so many eyes on it. A standoff all around. Archer manifests behind her. She quickly begins to look around, only to be interrupted by...
"NOBU!"
"AAAh!"
Archer falls to the side, spooked by the sudden appearance of another mini-nobu.
(1d10= 10-1(Distraction))
Agatha wheels around to look at the duo, only to spot something else. The barest glimpse of short, black hair ducking behind the edge of the roof.
"Archer!" She shouts demandingly to her Servant, who pops up and immediately begins scanning the area. While she wasn't able to catch the same glimpse as her master, a Servant has senses beyond what most any living being would.
"Not a Servant but... this feeling. Maybe a Skill, or a Noble Phantasm? Or hell maybe it's something like these brats." Archer comments, grabbing the Mini-Nobu by the cheek, who lets out a 'Nobu' of disgruntlement.
Glancing at the pathetic archer who attempted to strike at him Genghis Ham grunts indifferently, before pointing a single finger at the man. Bolt of concentrated toxicity emerges from the tip and fly towards his target.
1d10=5+1(projectile saturation) vs 1d10=2-1(fear)
the poisonous projectiles collide with their target one after another, the force of the impacts alone staggers the man with each individual hit, before he simply falls to the ground, foam and bile gurgling up from his throat. The annoyance dealt with in brutal fashion, Genghis Ham feels his body swell ever so slightly as muscle and skin layers itself on thicker and bones harden for the new strain.
You now have stronger muscles and thicker skin. Melee attacks receive an additional +1, and piercing and slashing attacks against you that lack anti-armor qualities receive a -1.
Then, Genghis jumps, making a mad dash forward along the trail of scorching footprints left by the diminutive oni. Shortly, he has arrived, skidding to a halt as his momentum and mass pushes him further than his legs had on their own. Ibaraki stands before him, blade in hand and a vicious grin on her face. It does not take long to see why, as both the automaton and Haehyun are present.
1d10=3-2(Distractions)
Quickly, Genghis enters a combat stance with his morningstar, sizing up the two opponents who could challenge even himself in scale and power.
1d10=9
And with his loud entrance, the automaton quickly orientates itself towards him.
Kum flicks on the microphone, ready to speak through Junryoku's voice modulating speakers and attempt to convince nearby guards to assist him... only to find such a thing wholly unnecessary, as a small girl with flowing orange hair and tall horns protruding from her forehead stampedes into the area, followed shortly behind by the lumbering green behemoth that is Genghis Ham.
(1d10=4)
The two spot each other, and the guards certainly spot Genghis.
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