Nameless Pawn

Albion is very quietly freaking the hell out at the state of the city. The Caster pair had managed to not only involve a large portion of the city but they had created a miniature (if only in relation to it's predecessor) Grima.

He only hoped the Servants gathered could take it down. He truly didn't want to have to go out and try to handle this himself.

Gods help him.

No...!

No no no no! This was all wrong.

The priest took a deep breath to calm himself as he scrambled to answer all of the communication flowing in. To be entirely honest he simply wanted to curl up and pretend none of this was happening, but that wasn't an option for him. No, he had to deal with this.

With this chaotic nightmare one of the magi had unleashed upon the town, the devastating flow of Prana, the Risen, the fact that there was no convenient way to cover this up.

The message he was about to send wasn't even his own - it was dictated by someone higher than him, a quick call to action to put an end to this madness as soon as possible.

[From: Albion]

[To: beautiful-brave-tactician tacticaltaguels heroic-rider dreadful-tactics athousandyearsachild nxcrosis ]

[Subject: Grimleal]

By now you are all aware and likely already engaged in combat with the Grimleal Master and his Servant.

Their disregard of all rules must be met with their elimination as soon as possible. We cannot perform damage control until they have been terminated.

The Master who is responsible for their termination will be rewarded with Morgan's remaining Command Spells.

Any Outrealm Master who may be interfering and receiving this message: If you succeed in this, we will overlook your status as not belonging in this world and remove the bounty on your head. You shall be permitted to participate in the Grail War in Morgan's place.

//- For those unfamiliar with this account, this muse is also controlled by Yuan / SonofGrima

[From: Albion]

[To: The Masters of the Holy Grail War] 

beautiful-brave-tactician tacticaltaguels heroic-rider dreadful-tactics athousandyearsachild nxcrosis

[Subject: Matter of Utmost Importance]

To those currently engrossed in the battle for the Holy Grail, it has come to the attention of the Church that a great anomaly has appeared in our world.

The Outrealm Gate, an artefact thought to be well beyond an operative state has once again become active. The investigation into the cause is under way, but more pressing matters have arisen.

Several Masters and their Servants have crossed into our world through the Gate with unknown intentions. As they could pose a large disruption to the world itself we have decided to deliver an edict.

Should you come across a Master or Servant from the Outrealms their elimination is of the highest priority. Masters who defeat one of these pairs will be appropriately rewarded with an extra Command Seal.

These pairs are a threat to the world itself, see to it that they cause as little disruption as possible.

The man sighed as he hit the 'send' button and looked up out the window. Hopefully this would not cause too great a stir, but until they knew how to seal the Gate once more there was no telling how many additional Magi or Servants would appear or what should happen if one were to obtain the Grail.

"Finally... the holiday is...over."

And with that the timid sage will breathe a long sigh of relief as he comes out of hiding once more. He may or may not have run into a corner as the result of a particularly nasty panic attack and as such was just slightly bruised.

Now that the entire holiday was over and done with though he felt much better. No one would be attempting to scare him and excessive noise would be at a minimum once more.

Grinning from ear to ear, Raza nodded. “It sure does!”

For someone not to judge her on her profession was rather nice. With how meek the man seemed, she was afraid it might make him more wary of her, thinking that she’d try to manipulate him just to steal his things. “So anytime you need anything, you just let me know! No matter what it is, I’ll at least to my best trying to get it for you.”

Catching the scent of freshly-cooked meat, her stomach started growling. “But first, let’s get those meat pies! A good meal is a great way to start a friendship anyway.”

"Oh I ... couldn't trouble you for anything. But since you agreed to a meal... yes, let's!"

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"Well…" He paused and his head tilted once more. "I feel much better now… than I did before. Even without my name." It wasn’t an exaggeration at all. While he was still incredibly flighty and easily upset moments like these made him relax a bit.

"Although… crowds are still a bit… stressful." It was fortunate for the amnesiac it was a rather slow day, the amount of people around them wasn’t suffocating and Raza acted as a bit of a buffer - if he wasn’t alone then it wasn’t nearly as intimidating. Even if he hardly knew her she was nice enough.

"Still, ah… you were a …thief? Or are you still one?"

Ah… she let it slip, didn’t she? Well, with the cat out of the bag, she may as well just tell the truth rather than find herself caught in a lie later.

"I still am, if I had to be honest. Just not as… active as I used to be, and I’m stealing for someone else… usually." Usually being a key word. After all, there was a certain reason why her wallet was particularly full today…

But hearing that the sage felt better brought a smile to Raza’s face. While she would still try to figure out a good name for him, she put that as a lower priority for the moment. “You won’t need to worry about a thing while I’m around, okay? Crowds or sadness, I’ll keep you safe from anything and keep you happy!”

"No matter~." A shrug as he brushed off that interesting tidbit regarding her career. "Even as a thief you're still nice. That's... more important."

He was more interested in making friends than judging people, and if the only thing that was hurt was someone's wallet then he didn't particularly care. He wasn't precisely a saint himself and so had long ago decided to not be a hypocrite. If someone was nice, they were nice, regardless of occupation or hobbies.

Meat pies, huh? It had been some time since Raza had some as well. It seemed like a good choice.

But as she looked around for the vendor, she couldn’t help but laugh at Albion’s words. “Well, personally ‘Raza’ is a lot nicer on the ears than ‘miserable little shit’ and ‘ungrateful thieving bitch’ among others. After spending some time without even hearing people calling you by your name, you tend to appreciate it more. I’d say my name gave me enough strength to feel like I’m worth something.”

But it took her a bit of time to realize just how serious she sounded. Almost nothing like the carefree flirt she tried to be… Laughing, she waved it off. “Maybe I’m just putting too much thought into it… but I just want to do whatever I can do to make you feel better than you thought you could feel!”

"Well..." He paused and his head tilted once more. "I feel much better now... than I did before. Even without my name." It wasn't an exaggeration at all. While he was still incredibly flighty and easily upset moments like these made him relax a bit.

"Although... crowds are still a bit... stressful." It was fortunate for the amnesiac it was a rather slow day, the amount of people around them wasn't suffocating and Raza acted as a bit of a buffer - if he wasn't alone then it wasn't nearly as intimidating. Even if he hardly knew her she was nice enough.