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Tumblr Holy Grail War: Wave 7 - Day 2 (Team Lancer, Team Archer, and Team Caster)

As always, an exciting fight served as the setting between Archer and Caster. Of course, the battle between Archer and Caster was the least of their Master's worries.

Fifty meters away from the main territory that occupied the space of the Grail War, a Servant was seen in the air. Clad in blue from head to toe, surrounded by burning magical energy.

"...Gae..."

"...Bolg!"

One. Ten. A hundred. A thousand. Uncountable spearheads from the cursed spear began raining down on Archer and Caster. No… not just Archer and Caster. Towards every Servant within the territory that had been created for this Holy Grail War that had so boldly thought to 'take a break' during the Holy Grail War. Though the brunt of it was focused on the Archer and Caster before him.

If the Caster dared to weaken his Territory Creation… then fine. He'd simply make it more of a problem.

In other words… well, if the rules of warfare were out of the question for a Holy Grail War-- then he'd just carpet bomb their 'arena'. After all, his Masters had given up three Command Spells for his sake. Of course, they were expecting the 'Barbed Spear that Pierces with Death'… but well, surprising them with the variant wasn't too bad, right? They had just asked for him to 'use his Noble Phantasm', after all.

Scrambling, Dante set his Shades to work as the sky turned red with Lancer's mana.

Dante: "…Shades! Caesar! Protect our Masters and the territory alongside me! Hector! Penthesilea! Focus on Arjuna!"

Arjuna: "So you put illusions before me once again, Dante! For one who judged me on my pride as a warrior, you seem to be quite the treacherous coward yourself!"

[ EVENT START: The spear of the legendary hero Cu Chulainn can also function as a deadly AoE Noble Phantasm! Archer and Caster are at the epicenter of the attack, but it's spread out far enough to hit Saber and Rider as well! Do your best to defend yourselves! ]

Cu Chulainn has used his Noble Phantasm! If he wins 1st place, Dante and Arjuna will sustain 2 wounds!

Dante is on his final wound! If he doesn't get 1st place, he'll die!

Cu Chulainn has [2] wounds! Arjuna is uninjured!

The 50% boost from Cu Chulainn's Noble Phantasm has been nullified by Territory Creation!

Arjuna has a -30% debuff on him from Dante's Noble Phantasm!

Territory Creation is active! Cu Chulainn and Arjuna's buffs are nullified!

Based on skills, augmentations to the final score are:

Cu Chulainn: +0% (due to Territory Creation)

Arjuna: -35%

Dante: +8%

Active Skills/Noble Phantasms:

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another End: Night 3 (Team Avenger/Team Ruler)

Two Servants created to oversee the Simulated Holy Grail War stood side by side, surrounded by burning mana. Positioned next to each other, beginning to channel the magical energy from the remaining command spells, they chanted.

'Avenger': "Heed my words! My will creates your bodies, and your swords create my destiny! If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning!"

'Ruler': "So I hereby swear: That I shall be all the good in the world, and that I shall defeat all evil in the world! Seventh heaven clad, and the great words of power…"

Terminals of the Holy Grail: "--Come forth from the circle of bindings, Guardians of the Scales!"

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Several figures appeared in the shining light. Some Servants who had lost their True Names in the vestiges of a former Holy Grail War, now operating at full power. Others who had fallen in the previous war, either to the hands of Van Gogh, or their other competitors.

Heavy armor and glistening blades. Swirling capes and burning bowstrings. Mystic staves and shimmering spellbooks. The air was dense with the presence of three sets of Heroic Spirits, Servants summoned from beyond.

Mordred: "Heh. Figures you'd be able to pull off some shit like this. Well, no time to get sentimental. You ready to kick ass?"

Musashi: "Masters! I knew you'd pull through! Remember what I said? Viva la Grail Force! Let's finish this, together!"

Oda Nobunaga: "Uhahaha! Now this is amusing! After everything you've learned, and you summoned me regardless? Or perhaps I was just a package deal for your current Archer? Either way, it is what it is! Let's march on!"

Arjuna: "I failed you all before, and won't make that mistake again. Witness me, Masters, as I act not just as an Archer, but as your Archer."

Medea: "Well, would you look at that. Perhaps a miracle wasn't out of the cards after all."

Dante: "...With these Masters? I'm surprised they didn't do something ludicrous like this earlier. I never doubted them, not even for a moment. It's good to see you again. Truly. Let's give this story a proper ending, shall we?"

'Avenger': "Great! Looks like we've got some Servants. I'll go rush Foreigner with the Archers and Casters- you head with the Sabers to break apart that Grail!"

'Ruler': "Understood! Good luck, Masters!"

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[ The final combat polls will be up soon! Keep an eye out! ]

( Musashi and Mordred's skills, due to their unique opponent and situation, will be revealed during their poll! )

( Noble Phantasm effects are AUTOMATICALLY active, without any usage of a poll! Your Servants are going at full power! )

Servant Skills:

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another End: (Final Battle for the Grail) - FINALE

The battle was over. Exhausted, the Archer and Caster teams grouped together.

Dante: "We've won. Foreigner's magical energy is decreasing. I believe we've hit her Spirit Core, and Lady Medea's Rule Breaker will stop her from recovering."

Medea: "Perfect. Then our job as Servants is done, if the Sabers managed to destroy the Grail."

Arjuna: "I see… so it's truly over. You all were unconventional, but… well, you were worthy allies."

Nobunaga: "To think that we'd be fighting together during a Holy Grail War. What a strange occurrence…"

The four Servants stood together, before their bodies began to slowly fade, signaling that the Grail itself had been successfully destroyed.

Nobunaga: "So I'm going first... I suppose that makes sense. I've put quite the strain on my Spirit Origin. Our time together was short, but certainly eventful. Keep your chins high, Masters. You summoned the great Oda Nobunaga, after all, and while I will allow you to be disappointed at my leaving-- I don't want to see any downcast expressions. After all, us meeting and parting was inevitable!"

The warlord gave a broad grin, as her body turned to twinkling light.

Medea: "…She's certainly loud. But I suppose I share her same sentiment. You've done well. Perhaps not perfectly, but asking for perfection would make me a rather poor instructor, wouldn't it? Be proud of what you accomplished here, my cute Masters. Perhaps we'll meet again."

The magus gave a bittersweet smile as she disappeared into the ether.

Arjuna: "…I wish I had more to say. I simply hope that I served well as your Archer, and that perhaps… perhaps we may cross paths again. Be well, Masters. As strange of a journey as this was, I did enjoy every moment. Your kindness. Your determination. Your earnestness... do not lose those qualities."

The warrior nodded somberly, before vanishing with a peaceful smile.

Dante: "This was a worthy endeavor. I see you took my words to heart. I believe the word has changed over time, but to me, a comedy will always simply be a 'happy ending'. To make a story-- to make one's life-- a comedy doesn't mean that there aren't moments of strife or sadness, but that you simply end everything with a smile and with satisfaction. I believe this is the type of ending that you can smile at, my Masters. I wish you all the best on your journeys."

With that, they vanished without any trace except the memories they left behind with their Masters.

Two Servants remained at the scene of the battle. Foreigner, her Spirit Origin collapsing, was sending out violent pulses of burning hot mana, causing the ground around her to crumble. The process seemed automatic, a self-destruction-- worthless as her enemies had already faded to dust.

However, even Van Gogh, defeated and destroyed, didn't seem to be filled with madness or anger.

She simply wept, with a peaceful smile on her face.

Van Gogh: "...You did your best, Masters... you did your best to support a Servant like me... you could have summoned someone better, or stronger, or easier to handle... but you supported me. I'm happy. Maybe... maybe if we meet again... I'll be able to repay you for your kindness... or maybe just paint you a picture... ehehe... just a Gogh Joke..."

And with that, even she was gone.

The only Servant that was left was Avenger. Despite looking worse for wear from the battle, he had a wide smile on his face, looking satisfied.

'Avenger': "Good work, that's all I can say. And I'm saying that to all of you. No matter who's Master you were, you did a hell of a job. Feels like Foreigner's mana is speeding up the system collapse though. Shame. Would have wanted to spend some more time wandering around with you guys."

He looked around at the destruction, before chuckling to himself.

'Avenger': "Eh. It was more scenic before. We're not missin' out on much. ...Hm? Me? I'm not saying goodbye yet. I have to make sure that this all shuts down properly, after all. I'm sure Ruler's doing the same. I'll leave you alone for a bit. Goodbyes are always a bit tough, after all."

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another End: Night 3 (Team Avenger, Team Caster, Team Archer, and Team Foreigner) - FINALE

It was utter chaos.

Foreigner twirled within the destruction, giggling as she searched for her next quarry. There was nothing left of the Grail War outside of smoldering, corrupted remains.

She stopped, abruptly, seeing a figure on the horizon.

Van Gogh: "Avenger! Avenger! There you are! Now we can fight, and I can fill you in the Grail, so my god can finally arrive! Ehehehe!"

'Avenger': "Yep. I'm here. But I hope you don't mind- I brought some friends to crash the party. Now, guys!"

Suddenly, the air grew dense with mana. Magic circles etched themselves in the heavens, before beams of mana shot their way downward, etching themselves into the digitized ground and an ambushed Foreigner- as the Witch of Betrayal, one of the greatest Casters in history, began their assault.

Medea: "That should keep her distracted! Archers, if there was a time to use your Noble Phantasms, it would be now!"

Nobunaga: "Uhahaha! No reason to tell me twice!"

Two figures hung in the air, their words quiet but powerful. Focused, yet destructive.

Nobunaga: "My path leads to a world where gods, Buddhas, and living creatures all turn into desiccated corpses…"

Arjuna: "Tragedy is what will save the living. O aura of Shiva…descend, and bring destruction…"

Nobunaga: "…Nobody can stop this Nobunaga."

Arjuna: "Begin implosion…"

Nobunaga: "Pāpīyas Reborn, Demon King of the Myriad Heavens!"

Arjuna: "Pashupata… Explode and fall!"

Burning rain. Falling stars.

The arena was filled with destructive light as Foreigner screamed, tendrils lashing out from herself and the ground around her as she attempted to defend herself. She snapped her head towards Avenger, rage burning in her eyes.

Van Gogh: "Cheater... cheater... CHEATER! You're CHEATING, Avenger! We were supposed to be the only ones left!"

'Avenger': "Hehe. Sorry! I'm not 'All the World's Fairness', now am I? Now, Dante, do some work!"

A man in robes stepped forward, opening a book, pages flipping rapidly on their own to their third, grand, final act.

Dante: "...This is certainly a mess… well, if Foreigner wishes to create hell on Earth, then we simply need to reverse her spell! 'Blessed spirits overseeing the Nine Spheres, souls who fight for divine glory! Spirits of heroes that glisten under the light of the Father! Warriors of the the Faith, listen to my words and answer my call! Paradiso Canto: Cielo di Marte'!"

Two warriors, clad in golden light rushed past their summoner as Dante prepared his Reality Marble, with the hopes of containing the ensuing destruction as much as possible.

Van Gogh: "Fine! I can destroy you all, just like I did before! Eheheh... ahahaha... AHAHAHAHAHA!"

The Allied Servants will complete their goal if just one of them manages to overtake Foreigner! However, the more teams are able to overtake her, the more you'll be able to support Ruler and the Sabers at the Grail!

If Van Gogh gets first place, the other team at the Grail will be in danger!

Archer, Caster, and Avenger are allies! Their scores are boosted by +5%!

Final Augmentations are:

Team Archer: +55%

Team Caster: +37%

Team Avenger: +54%

Team Foreigner: +43%

SERVANT SKILLS:

Allied Servants

Tumblr Holy Grail War: Wave 7 - Day 3 (Team Caster)

The territory was in ruins from Lancer's attack. Perfectly aimed, executed, and shattering the defenses even with Dante using the best of his ability to block the assault.

A deadly spear. A deadly strike.

"…Ah. So we lost. Well, that's simply how things are."

A voice of calm acceptance after a strained cough, as Dante slowly began to fade away. The Shades had already turned to dust as his concentration broke, leaving him as the only one left, a barbed spear lodged within his chest. It was truly painful, but he didn't dare to verbalize that sentiment. This wasn't a tragedy, after all. So, he simply spoke about matters otherwise.

"I never did truly have a wish for the Grail." He admitted, wryly. "It's an artifact that shouldn't be used by anyone except the Lord Himself. If it was real, I would have hidden it away. If it it was fake, and if I had won, you'd have needed to spend all the Command Spells you had to stop me and my Shades from destroying it. I suppose in some way, I was going to betray you from the beginning. I apologize."

For the first time, he truly laughed. It was unclear as to what. His foolish desire for the Grail… or perhaps thinking about what had occurred in the past few days.

He wasn't a warrior- a legendary hero like the others- he was simply a poet and a traveler. The fact that he had made this far was amazing enough to him- and of course, there was only one reason why he was able to last this long. He hoped that his gratefulness would carry in his tone.

"…Farewell, o' nonsensical Masters of mine. If you can honor my last request, ensure that this story remains a 'Commedia', and that the ending here is a happy one."

...And like a dream, he was gone. The Heroic Spirit Dante was no more in the story of this Holy Grail War.

Tumblr Holy Grail War: Wave 6 - Day 2 (Team Caster, Team Archer, and Team Berserker)

To travel to the base of Caster was bold. To do so in the midst of a Noble Phantasm- especially a Reality Marble- was even more so. Of course, even if some teams were trying to avoid Caster, the Servant had other plans. Immediately, the Masters of both Berserker and Archer lost contact to their Servants as they vanished into the dense storm of mana surrounding the territory.

For the Archer… the Archer of Treachery…

The air was frigid, only made colder by the wailing shades surrounding him.

This was his own judgement. The manifestation of his own 'Dark Krishna' that resided within him. He was a coward. Treacherous, prideful, desperate to prove himself at the expense of others. Such was the 'Judgement' placed upon him by the Reality Marble of the Inferno. The light from the Pashupata flickered as he struggled to keep the mana within it burning, the mana that had been so desperately given to him.

"This is your own punishment, Arjuna. For eternity. Do you dare find yourself even worthy to use the Pashupata? Such a grand weapon of Lord Shiva… you truly are a shameless creature."

Words unbecoming of the figure that spoke them, but that was fine, as they were not the figure's words. Simply the Archer's… the Ar████… the… his identity began to crumble and fade, becoming nothing more than a shade. A sinner. He would need to fight his way out.

For the Berserker… the Berserker of Violence.

Heavy footsteps waded through a pool of thick, boiling blood. A place for the violent. Those who paved their legacy in nothing but shameless, heretical blood. Pride? What pride was there to be had in his bloodshed? Emerging from the sea of blood, several shades manifested themselves. Shades not native to this circle, but ones that represented the agony that was impending for the Berserker… the Ber██████… the sinner.

"…You're a warrior. Accept your penance and writhe within the Phlegethon."

It spoke, in a voice that didn't belong to it. The bubbling, boiling sea burned at the legs of the warrior, already beginning to eat at him and render him nothing more than a wailing, pained shade.

The sinner only raised his axe and roared, damning himself with violence evermore.

Both Dante and Arjuna are using their Noble Phantasms!

If Arjuna gains 1st Place, both Kintoki and Dante will sustain 2 wounds, and be eliminated!

Due to the effects of Dante's Noble Phantasm, both Kintoki and Arjuna will have a persistent -30% effect for both this round, and the next!

Kintoki's Natural Body protects against Dante's debuffs!

If Arjuna doesn't win, then same Free-for-All rules apply for wounds! Meaning if Dante is last he'll simply take 1 wound, but also if Kintoki doesn't gain 1st place, then he'll still also sustain a wound!

Dante has [1] wound!

Arjuna is uninjured!

Kintoki has [1] wound!

Based on skills, augmentations to the final score are:

Dante: +0% Arjuna: -13% Kintoki: +10%

ACTIVE SKILLS/NOBLE PHANTASMS:

'Ruler': "Hang on, four Servants are 'Playing Defensively'? I appreciate you all being careful, but this won't be much of a Grail War if you all stay hidden away. Just this once, let's mess with the strings of fate a bit, hm? You don't all have to fight, but I can at least give you something to do… ahem."

In searching out a way to spend their time undetected, two figures meet up in a quiet looking gambling parlor. The air smells of alcohol, smoke, and perhaps vaguely of blood too. It's shady, but the money shooting back and forth is anything but.

'Gloomy-looking Man': "Gambling, huh… you know, I never really had a chance to do something like this. Ah, sorry. I fold."

'Rough-looking Man': "You're foldin' already? You just picked up your cards, kid. They can't be that bad. At least fill up the pot a bit more."

'Gloomy-looking Man': "O-Oh… yeah, sorry. I'll keep trying… do you play cards a lot?"

The rough looking man blows smoke into the air, before looking over at the unsure youth with a cocky expression.

'Rough-looking Man': "Heh, a bit. You new to this sort of thing? How 'bout this, you buy my next couple rounds, and I'll teach ya' how to play."

'Gloomy-looking Man': "W-Wow… well, no reason to say no, I guess… thanks. I'll take you up on your offer."

Before they started, however, two more figures joined them at the table. You could swear one of them was vaguely translucent...? No, that's impossible. Maybe she's just so beautiful that she seems ephemeral.

'Burly, energetic Man': "Ooh! You fellas playin' cards? Lemme in!"

'Ominous-looking Woman': "...Deal me in."

'Rough-looking Man': "Now it's a game! Hahaha!"

An 'event' has started! While you aren't going to sustain any wounds, the winner of this will gain a +2% bonus on their next encounter, no matter what it is!

Second place will gain +1%

Third place won't gain anything!

and last place will gain -1%!

Best of luck! And speaking of luck...

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Okada Izou's Luck Stat is E! He gains a -10% penalty to his final score!

Shade-Cleopatra's Luck Stat is D! She gains a -5% penalty to her score!

Kintoki's Luck Stat is C! He gains no bonus to his score!