>>3257730
>> [ ] "I want your advice on something."

First thread:
>>3244995

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>>3257730
> [X] "I want your advice on something."

>>3257730
> [ ] "I want your advice on something."

>>3257730
>You did great out there.
Followed by
>I want your advice on something.

Need to show support after she used her NP.

>>3257730
Switching to
>>You did great out there.
>Followed by
>>I want your advice on something.

>>3257730
>"You did great out there."
>"I want your advice on something."

>>3257735
>>3257739
>>3257743
>>3257748
>>3257754
>>3257755

"You did great out there," you said, complimenting the weaver. "Say, I want your advice on something."

By the time you're right beside her, you see that her expression is blank. "Hmm?" She sounded unthoughtful; her mindless mind is on about mindless things. "With what, may I inquire?"

> [ ] Magecraft.
> [ ] On how to handle Truvietianne.
> [ ] - Another Option -

> [X] - Another Option -
"Earlier, Truvietianne mentioned that she didn't understand how I could maintain you. Do you know what she might have meant about that?"

>>3257777
>Magecraft.
Asking if it's a skill we could learn.
Also Truviet said something about us sustaining you?

>>3257777
>>Magecraft.
>Asking if it's a skill we could learn.
>Also Truviet said something about us sustaining you?

>>3257777
>Magecraft

>>3257782
>>3257788
>>3257792
>>3257796

"Truvietianne said something about sustaining you earlier. You remember that, right? Could you perhaps help me understand that?"

Taking a seat, you wait for Caster to gather her thoughts. "Take a look at your tattoo, your command seals. They symbolize your state as my Master; you also serve as my anchor to this world."

"Are they just that?" you further asked.

"Well..." Caster holds her tongue before resuming her speech, "If you were to activate them, I would have no other choice but to obey. Absolute obedience, to put it simply. However, you can only use them three times— if they were to disappear, my bond as a Servant will be severed. And soon, will I disappear as well. So actually think carefully about those.

"A Servant needs certain upkeep to materialize. That Edelfelt girl is wondering why you're able to do so."

"Because I am a commoner?" you guessed.

"Yes. Although I'm not as intense as a Berserker, I would still need a flow of Magical Energy. Judas' may be a key factor— regardless if this War's method is entirely different or not. But I, too, wonder. Did you have any family members that practiced any Thaumaturgical arts?"

"No. My family is as normal as a frog in a pond~ My Grandma told me that one!' You laugh, calming down on a little fragment of "maybe." "Now that it's mentioned, my Grandmother was a bit eccentric. She lived near a local mountain, running an old doll shop. I should visit her sometime and fish with her. While we're on the topic, I wanted to know more about Magecraft."

"Really, now?... Hold still, please."

Caster begins to wrap your arms and legs with her silk. Meticulously, intentionally.

> [ ] "Should I be worried?"
> [ ] "What are you trying to do?"
> [ ] "Eheheh... You're kinda scarin' me."
> [ ] - "Write-in"

>>3257861
>> [ ] - "Write-in"
Just stay silent and trust her.

>>3257861
This >>3257866

>>3257861
>"Kinky"

>>3257861
>>> [ ] - "Write-in"
>Just stay silent and trust her.

>>3257866
>>3257870
>>3257873

You stay silent, trusting Caster as she does her work. But you soon find out that you weren't ready for this unforeseeable occurrence.

Your body heats up, however, the temperature wasn't fatal. You wouldn't be able to focus on it, either way, a vision grabbing a hold of your mind.

A—

> [ ] — stitch snapping violently under strain.
> [ ] — lash of a frog's tongue that catches a fly.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3257969
>> [ ] — stitch snapping violently under strain.

>>3257969
> [ ] — stitch snapping violently under strain.

>>3257969
>> [ ] - Another Option -
A moth floating towards the moon.

>>3257969
> [ ] — stitch snapping violently under strain.

>>3257969
> [ ] - Another Option -
An explosion of matter and energy in all varieties, filling an endless void; the birth of a universe

>>3257969
>> [ ] - Another Option -
>An explosion of matter and energy in all varieties, filling an endless void; the birth of a universe

>>3258023
Actually, >>3258023 sounds interesting. I'll support this.

>>3257969
>>3258026
Support

>>3257969
>stitch snapping violently under strain.

>>3258023
>>3258026
>>3258029
>>3258037

An explosion of matter and energy in all varieties, filling an endless void; the birth of a universe all within a single second's mind. It felt unique to your life, wholly different with a new sensation— such pounds your soul in a force you cannot comprehend.

"Master, are you alright?" Caster said, now undoing her web with the same face as before.

You groan, nodding your head. "Y-Yeah. Ugh... What was that?"

"I just directly injected your body with magical energy. Too little, perhaps."

"No, no, no— it's fine!~ I felt the dose. I just want to take a short rest..."

After recomposing yourself, you relight the discussion, "So, what do I do now? That magical energy thing that you did to me, I mean."

"I opened your circuits, a semi-biological system of your body that can bring about the processes of Magecraft. I must say to you that I am not one to teach you the practice, as I am but a seamstress that is within the Caster class. Most of my abilities and powers are from humanity's influence on my legend. That Edelfelt girl is who you should talk to for a basic rundown. Unless you'd rather take it slow."

> [ ] Thank Caster? + Remain with her on the roof.
> [ ] Thank Caster? + Find Truvietianne.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3258048
>> [ ] Thank Caster? + Find Truvietianne.

>>3258048
>> [ ] Thank Caster? + Find Truvietianne.

>>3258048
> [ ] Thank Caster? + Find Truvietianne.

>>3258054
>>3258060
>>3258070

You thank Caster. After all, she has been most of your muscle as a Master— and the one who repaired your clothes. Aware of this foreign component of existence, you go meet Truvietianne who's lounging around; she has been thinking for a while about Rider's ability, and other preemptive subjects to enact during the War.

"You?" your appearance bringing her annoyance with your relationship unreconciled. "What do you want? I'm busy."

"Busy thinking?"

"Busy planning! Foreseeing, you dimwit! Out with it, before I throw you out instead," she mildly threatened, pulling her elaborate golden curls.

"I wanted to know more about this Magecraft thing you mentioned." To pacify Truvietianne's remaining hostility, you explain to her of your transpiration during your time with Caster.

"Hmph~" Crossing her arms, she dons a superior expression with this news. "Now, why would I teach you?"

> [ ] "Because it'll increase my value as a partner?"
> [ ] "It'll improve my loyalty to you if you become my teacher?"
> [ ] " So I can make it up for you in the future!~"
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3258156
>Because it will increase my value as a partner?

>>3258156
> [ ] "So I can make it up to you in the future!~"
The chummiest option!

>>3258156
>> [ ] "Because it'll increase my value as a partner?"
> [ ] "It'll improve my loyalty to you if you become my teacher?"

>>3258156
>" So I can make it up for you in the future!~"

>>3258156
>" So I can make it up for you in the future!~"
The """""chummiest""""" option!

>>3258165
>>3258169
>>3258171
>Roll 1d100

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3258250

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3258250

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3258250

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3258250

>>3258252
>>3258260
>>3258261
> [ Rolled 92 ]

"So I can make it up for you in the future!~"

The chumminess of your line makes Truvietianne dent one of her eyelids; it is forwarded into a hard squint, not knowing what to feel.

"I have put my trust in you as the greater Master, but you have failed me during this afternoon. Investing more is no less than a risk." Her arm glows in a circuiting pattern, punching you in the chest. "That is punishment and a lick of what you are in for, got it?"

"Ergh— G-Got it," you replied in pain.

Truvietianne's teaching is more of a crash course; understandable since you're at constant danger. Luckily, nor Lancer or Caster doesn't come with an alarm, allowing a full, thorough session of the Edelfelt basics...It hurt.

You're mostly filled in about your circuits, how it conducts magical energy, and your own capability— to which you find out that you're pretty average in the eyes of a Magus. Though, Truvietianne was kind enough to elaborate on incantation and Elemental Affinity.

It didn't help well with how fast she went on. Nonetheless, you endured the academic horror that you thought you escaped.

Affinity? Options are restricted.
> [ ] Fire
> [ ] Water
> [ ] Earth

>>3258292
>Fire

>>3258292
>Fire

>>3258292
> [ ] Water
IIRC healing magic, alchemy, and biomancy fall under the water element.

>>3258292
>Earth
Might toughen us up in case a master gets the jump on us.

>>3258292
> [ ] Water

>>3258292
> [ ] Water

>>3258292
I've never done this, but

>Water

Tsundere over here is using fire already, and Caster is earth

>>3258433
Caster isn't using an Earth element though, that "Earth" is different.

>>3258464
I see. Cancel my vote for now then.

What about Truviet's fire gems?

>>3258483
I am not really a complete expert of Fate Magecraft, but I am quite sure different gems have different elements, the fire she uses are just for damage.

>>3258292
>Water
Healing is useful.

>>3258292
>> [ ] Earth
>>3258433
The earth she uses is in regards to earth, man, sky, and star

>>3258499
>I am not really a complete expert of Fate Magecraft
Nobody is except Nasu, that fucking complexity-addicted sperglord
>>3258464
>>3258894
I should note that Earth, Man, Sky and Star are more like Origins than Elements.

Basic primer:
>There are two aspects to a soul called the Origin and Element. The Element (which we're picking now) decides which type of Magecraft you have aptitude for, given that you have Magic Circuits.
>The Origin is the sum of all the memories from your past life and influences your character; it can be "awakened" but that's another complicated story that isn'treally relevant right now.
>In summary, our Origin will decide to some extent what we act like, while our Element decides what Magecraft Truvi can teach us.

>>3258303
>>3258315
>>3258422
>>3258499
> [X] Elemental Affinity: Water

Because of time restraints, Truvetianne doesn't properly teach you a spell. You do, however, pick up your affinity's characteristics, allowing you to have a peek of what you can do—as you have yet to be guided on it.

Lancer comes in, interrupting all activities. The Sun is about to go up again, marking the second day that you have remained here. "Master, there's something you need to see!" He leads the two of you out of the building to the object of his worry...

... A church. Not just a decorative cathedral, but a borderline palace. Rounded roofs and sky-piercing pillars, it stands at the city's borders for every Master to see.

A manic laugh is released, giving your brain a kick. In intervals, the urban environment ahead produces a series of crashes and rampaging noises; collectively, a feminine, howl glides and echoes through the sky while materialistic violence trails itself towards the castle-like church.

> [ ] Confront this new enemy that rampages.
> [ ] Follow and scout out this possible battle.
> [ ] Stay out of this.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3258934
>Follow and scout out this possible battle.
Berserker detected

>>3258934
>> [ ] Follow and scout out this possible battle.

>>3258934
> [ ] Follow and scout out this possible battle

>>3258946
>>3258955
>>3258994
>Roll 1d100

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3258995

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3258995
Here's a 1

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>3258995

>>3258997
>>3259005
>>3259008
> [ Rolled 84 ]

Rolling out, you track the ongoing disturbance.

The one who is responsible is impossible to catch up to. To solve this, Truivetianne sends Lancer ahead; he comes back and out with more info on the person.

Caster is on her toes, looking out for anything else while you're told today's details— wide alleyways are being used as protection along the beaten path.

"It's a Berserker, Master," Lancer spoke, addressing the Edelfelt. "Though, I cannot make sense of the Servant itself."

"Spew it out either way. I can put together the pieces regardless of how bland or indescribable you make it as," his Master said, eager to know.

Lancer yields, taking a moment to think in silence. "A woman about my height. She has the same hue as your hair, Master, but it's a lot lighter— or whiter. It's hard to say. Clean, pale skin contrasted with her rough nature— I couldn't get a good picture of her eyes, nevertheless, it's better that way. To top it all off, she has some military costume on."

"Any elements of her outfit itself?" you furthered.

"I'm not familiar with it. I can simply put it as...'imitative.' You'll see— come!"

Positioning yourselves closer to the church, you stay out of sight for observative purposes. There, Berserker.

She fulfilled Lancer's description: a young woman whose wear is that of an officer. From your view, you can actually see her eyes; pristine blues that shines at a distance.

A man accompanies her; bespectacled, he keeps himself in a formal appearance, a bag full of books hanging off his back. He mutters something that you couldn't discern, pondering his approach to this castle.

> [ ] Ambush them.
> [ ] Just watch.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3259048
>> [ ] Just watch.

>>3259048
> [ ] Just watch.

>>3259048
>Just Watch

>>3259048
>> [ ] Just watch.
My god. White hair... blue eyes... military uniform... Berserker is rule 63 George Washington.

is she seiba faced?

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>>3259086
NO

>>3259086
OF COURSE

>>3259081
>>3259091
Plz no

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>>3259053
>>3259073
>>3259074
>>3259081
> [X] Just watch.

Berserker and her Master talk to each other; they negotiate a number of probabilities, her Master finally telling her to advance. She does— meanwhile, the Master beckons a creature from his bag. Shuffling and shifting, a huge centipede crawls out of his books.

The enormous bug influences Truvietianne to wince, a mixture of disgust and common fear controlling her at the sight. If it wasn't for Lancer, she would've just blown it up on the spot, revealing all of you.

Despite what it is, the centipede helps this Master read through his books: flipping pages and whispering something into his ear. He begins to fall deep into research, eventually commanding Berserker to attack.

"Draw whichever Servant out! It's a Noble Phantasm in itself!"

"Gladly!" Berserker replied malevolently.

Lunging in, she throws herself to the church's marble stairs. The impact should've broken the stone, but the man's conclusion proved to be true. Or, similarly close to what he thought.

From out of the structure's grand doors, a kingly being. The mere introduction is immediately thrown out of the window, as this monarchial figure opposes Berserker with no other word. Diagonally over his chest, a purple sash; and a golden-hilted sword that he used to fend off this first assault.

Briefly, for all Masters— you, Truviet, and this third other— a glimpse of a little child is seen before the doors shut open.

Berserker refuses to take a direct hit, narrowly dodging strike after strike and returning clawing hands of her own. The young monarch matches his movements with hers, his curly hair being snipped by her nails.

Her Master doesn't idle. Pulling out a journal, he quickly sketches onto its papers.

> [ ] Restrict Berserker's Master.
> [ ] Assist Berserk and fight the Monarch (Saber).
> [ ] Assist the Monarch (Saber) and fight Berserker.
> [ ] Continue spectating.
> [ ] Try to sneak into the palace.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3259168
>Restrict Berserker's Master.

>berserker negotiating with the master
So she's got an EX in Mad Enhancement.

>>3259168
>> [ ] Assist Berserk and fight the Monarch (Saber).

>>3259168
> [ ] Assist Berserk and fight the Monarch (Saber).
No way I'm not going to help out Tanya.

>>3259186
>>3259195
> Roll 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3259293

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3259293

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3259303
>>3259355
>>3259378
> [ Rolled 10 ]

After going back and forth with Truviet, you both decide to help out Berserker; as her opponent will be a great deal of trouble for the later stages of the War if he is indeed a Saber.

Lancer charges in, causing an abrupt appearance which rendered him as an enemy. Becoming a three-way duel— now interpreted as such without a second thought— Berserker begins to attack Truvietianne's Servant. It has developed into a juggling act between two fearsome foes for the spearman.

Truviet gets out of hiding to clarify her intent, hoping to unwind the intensity by meeting Berserker's Master. For the moment, he halts his focus on his journal to straighten out the event, confusion running amok in the process.

"We're not your enemies for now! Lancer will distract Saber, so relay that to your Servant!" Truviet demanded.

"H-Huh?! R-Right!" he said, trying to get in touch with his rampaging accomplice. Though, it looked to be difficult.

> [ ] Tell Caster to restrain Berserker.
> [ ] Tell Caster to restrain Saber.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3259458
>> [ ] Tell Caster to restrain Saber.

>>3259458
> [ ] - Another Option -
Do not interfere for now, unless Caster can manage to weave enough threads for two things.

Subtly prepare to restrain Berserker, do not spring the trap yet. Wait for Berserker and Lancer to kill saber, then Truviet kills Berserker's master while the servant is restrained. We will need to act quickly when the time comes so that Berserker's master doesn't have time to use a command seal.

>>3259458
> [ ] Tell Caster to restrain Saber.

>>3259464
>>3259632
> Roll 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3259937

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3259937

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3259937

>>3259948
>>3260046
>>3260057
> [ Rolled 1 ]

"Caster, restrain Saber!" you ordered.

"Already on it! I'm going to need one or two minutes, Master!" your Servant said, undergoing her ritual.

Berserker, gradually, seems to get the idea, constantly balancing her attention to her Master's words and Saber's untiring strokes.

The messy fight is sorted out, parties becoming defined as Truvietianne and the scholar, who stated that his name is George, examines what's unfolding in front of them.

George, although his reaction was meek, starts to get irritated by the girl who insists on her greater standing. Thankfully, it doesn't devolve into a conflict of its own, coordinating his Servant with hers— albeit, in a hurried manner.

Arachne's performance takes off, executing her myriad of webs to entwine Saber's limbs. The act becomes noticed, however; her targets swings in a wide arc to extinguish the creeping threads that shoot out at his foot.

Picking out at the background, Saber makes way to the backline to retaliate; a path was paved from under the open spaces that Lancer and Berserker left out, grasping at the opportunity to attack their Masters.

Truvietianne reciprocates the move by invoking the most effective spell that she could muster. In assistance, Caster blocks Saber to spare the Edelfelt sometime.

George joins in unconditionally. Obviously, he doesn't want to die at the hands of his enemy; one by one, he rips pages out of his book to conjure up a strong gust.

Not before long, Caster's shield is cut through; it was inevitable as a weaker class. The tear in her barrier issues forth a need to reform her web and swiftly does she work to get it back up.

> [ ] Support Caster.
> [ ] Go to Truviet's side for instructions.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3260105
>> [ ] Support Caster.

>>3260105
Oh come on! I thought this was best of 3!

>>3260124
Except when there's a crit fail

>>3260105
> [ ] Support Caster.
in this episode, of MC's Servant Jobbing.
At least we ain't using the "Strongest Class".

>>3260105
> [ ] Support Caster.

>>3260118
>>3260158
>>3260165

You maintain support for Caster, her delicate fingers intricately plucking away at high speeds.

Truvietianne finishes her verse, directing a powerful wave of red in which Saber meets head-on. In combination with two magi who are working against him, he can only resist the accumulation of magic until their Servants re-engage. Raw power can bring him a long way, but stalling doesn't seem to be his forte for too long.

Racing hearts prolong Saber's delay, Berserker and Lancer relieving their panicked Masters. For a second round, he holds them off before deciding to take refuge into his church.

Unlike Rider's ship, his base is unshakeable. A true fort that can withstand fire and the pounds of Berserker.

Berserker, realizing that her party is at ease, surrenders her attempt to break in. She puts up an innocent smile, hiding the madness in her eyes. "Wild, isn't it? Would you mind explaining this to me, Master?"

George humors Berserker. It soon turns into an argument, the pair ranting about the faults in the previous scene.

Forgetting the anger in her heart, she replaces her facade. "Well~ Why not take this chance to dispose of them? Nothing's stopping us."

Lancer steps up, guarding the front in case Berserker exacts her remark.

"No. It's the least I can do as a favor... Exit the premises," George stated, forcing the disillusioned Servant to come with him. Turning the block, he provides his last parting line: "Next time, I hope that we are on the same side."

> [ ] Return to camp.
> [ ] Investigate the church.
> [ ] Search the city.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3260228
> [ ] Investigate the church.

>>3260228
>> [ ] Investigate the church.

>>3260234
>>3260248
>Roll 1d100

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3260288

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3260288
yall shoulda gone with amber, grail wars are biased in favor of sabers

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3260288

>>3260293
>>3260296
>>3260386
> [ Rolled 68 ]

You take your time to investigate Saber's church. Royal marble can barely make an echo if you knock on its walls and any window that you see is too high up. The latter can be helped by having Caster suspend you in the air, though, it wasn't as fruitful as you imagined; the rooms that you would peek into were empty, Saber and his Master turtling up somewhere else within the grand fort.

Reporting everything that you know to Truvietianne, she tests the church for herself. "... I can guess that it acts as some type of bounded field?" she presumed upon checking it out for herself. "We could destroy a wall to create an entrance, but it'll need a lot of energy to do so."

> [ ] Return to camp.
> [ ] "Rider? She could blast a hole in it. Probably."
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3260420
>> [ ] Return to camp.

>>3260420
> [ ] Return to camp.

>>3260420
>"Rider? She could blast a hole in it. Probably."
>Return to camp.

>>3260420
>"Rider? She could blast a hole in it. Probably."

>>3260456
>>3260476
>>3260503
>>3260519

"Rider? She could blast a hole in it. Probably," reminding her of yesterday's events.

"She could, but she would most likely refuse to help. After all, Lancer and Caster banged her up hard. Unless..." Lost in thought, she engrosses herself in an idea. Truvietianne casts it away nevertheless to return towards the camp, all to prevent any useless dawdling.

Your partner recapitulates the day upon entering the dormitory. Excluding Lancer and Caster— you have come across, so far, Rider, Berserker, and Saber. "The last of the three is to be dealt with or either considered a top threat out of all the others," Edelfelt suggested, "The remaining pair are Archer and Assassin. I'm not too worried since we have Caster here to watch over us, but Archer may prove itself problematic depending on his or her's choice of doing things."

> [ ] Express your worry about Berserker. Her strength needs to be regarded with caution.
> [ ] Express your worry about Rider. She could sell out your Servants' information.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3260570
>> [ ] Express your worry about Rider. She could sell out your Servants' information.

>>3260613

"What about Cheng? I'm worried that she will sell out our information since she witnessed most of our Servants' abilities."

"That's something to note... We could try hunting her down."

"But we don't know where she went."

Truvietianne leans her head on a hand, repeating the time before you left Saber's premises. "... When you mentioned Rider, I had something cross my mind. Wasn't very sure, but now that I had the moment to think, now's the opportunity to convey it. What if I send Lancer's hounds to fetch her and her Master? They are dogs. And we could follow them to where they go. Maybe lure her out?"

> [ ] "That sounds fine, but there's a chance that it'll draw someone else."
> [ ] "We could try that sometime. Though, I think we should reprepare ourselves for now."
> [ ] "When do you plan to do it?"
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3261535
>> [ ] "That sounds fine, but there's a chance that it'll draw someone else."

>>3261535
>"That sounds fine, but there's a chance that it'll draw someone else."
>"When do you plan to do it?"
In that order. Or not.

>>3261535
> [ ] "That sounds fine, but there's a chance that it'll draw someone else."

>>3261540
>>3261541
>>3261629

"That sounds fine, but there's a chance that it'll draw in someone else. For all we know, we might run into Archer or Assassin."

"You do prove a point. However, I want to terminate an opponent that might be a hindrance down the road. In truth, I do not have a full grasp of Rider and her Master's personality. Nonetheless, as I share with you, a negotiation between her and another pair will put us in a rut. I can only perceive her as a sly woman."

"Why not contact someone who could provide support? A partnership with... for example, George?"

"That type of strategy is valid— though, not here, in this War. It won't work in the long run if a 'team' makes it to the final rounds. Besides, I do not see George as an easy man to work with. You're a different case because I can, at the very least, have vision over you. Forming more bonds than we need will make things messy, and, frankly, I don't believe in it too much. I don't like to rely on it, period."

For a while now, you keep on listening to Truvietianne, occasionally arguing her on something that she deems unnecessary. You both agree that Rider and Saber are top targets; the first of the two is decided to be sought after, as to not risk any potential leaks in what little information that you have.

Your partner appoints the operation tomorrow afternoon. It'll give you enough freedom to plan or make changes until another fight breaks out.

> [ ] Hang out with Caster.
> [ ] Continue to stay in Truvietianne's presence.
> [ ] Accompany Lancer.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3261697
>> [ ] Hang out with Caster.

>>3261697
> [ ] Continue to stay in Truvietianne's presence.

>>3261697
> [ ] Hang out with Caster.

>>3261697
> [ ] Continue to stay in Truvietianne's presence

>>3261697
>Continue to stay in Truvietianne's presence.

>>3261702
>>3261787
>>3261788

Truviet lets herself fall on a couch, heaving a heavy sigh. The room is devoid of all interaction, silence taking its course after an exhaustive morning. Although you haven't said a word, the Finnish girl is peeved; she didn't expect that you would stay with her for this long. Awkwardly, you smile to comfort yourself from her gaze.

> [ ] Talk about Magecraft? You still need to get a hang of it.
> [ ] Talk about her/your wish?
> [ ] Talk about life before Judas' summoning?
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3261851
>Talk about life before Judas' summoning?
>Talk about her/your wish?
>Talk about Magecraft? You still need to get a hang of it.
That order

>>3261851
>>Talk about life before Judas' summoning?
>>Talk about her/your wish?
>>Talk about Magecraft? You still need to get a hang of it.
Speak in that order, supporting >>3261858. Regarding life before Judas' summoning, though, Rushorou should specifically focus on the dullness of mundane success contrasted with the exhilaration he finds in this life-or-death struggle. Rushorou should be energetic, almost maniacal, contrasting with the peevish and downcast Truvietianne.

>>3261858
>>3261880
Seconding these two anons.

Really enjoying the quest, QM!

>>3261858
>>3261880
>>3262164
That's great to hear!
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"Uh, what was your life like before all of this?" you questioned, changing the atmosphere for the better.

"Ha? Why do you want to know?"

"Just a little something. As friends, right?"

"We are far from friends," Truvietianne corrected. "Again, circumstances. A member of an established family wouldn't even take notice of your presence. Let alone wanting to know you."

You chuckle. "Hahaha... Guess that is true... But talking wouldn't hurt. Tell me, do you think that this War is fun?"

"Fun? I may not look like it, but I'm absolutely terrified! I cannot let myself die because of some obscure, dimwit magus! I have pride!" she answered, exploding at your incomprehensible view of this world. "What are you trying here?"

"I'm not trying anything, Miss~" you said, putting up your arms in arrest. "It's just that whenever I look back upon my past, all I see is mundanity. Boredom; a depression for a lack of a better term. Here, I can experience the excitement of danger— success in school cannot achieve such an overwhelming feeling."

You resume after catching yourself a full breath. "For you see, I was somewhat accomplished; high test scores could never scratch the itch in my brain nor the heart-warming love from my family. I know, it sounds bad. It just doesn't sit right with me, however, can you blame a wanting teenager? Today is scarce of mystery or wonder; the reveal of magecraft, until recently, has opened my eyes for something past the local movies or new video games. It's... 'potential.' "

The Finnish girl looks at you weirdly. Closely, she examines a one-of-a-kind exhibit that is Yumigawa. "Y-You're crazy, aren't you?"

"I don't know! This kind of thing that we're in does stuff to a man. In my matter, it's eye-opening— Anyways, Judas told you about a wish too, yeah?"

"I do remember hearing the same thing. What about it?"

"Hypothetically, if you were to win this whole thing, what would you wish for?"

Truvietianne becomes silent, searching herself for an appropriate response. "To be better than my sister? I'm unsure about that."

"You have a sister?"

"It's something of a trait in my family. I'll spare you the explanation since it's not important, but a commoner couldn't understand it either way," she said with a smug smile.

It settles into a placid expression thereafter. "Lucilia has been a tad more talented than me. It's not jealousy per se. Though, I would want something to even up the status quo. What I actually desire is some exit or escape out of this world. Any more than a week will stress me out."

She shakes her head, then points a finger at your person. "Now you— as the lower Master, you have overstepped your boundaries. Go on tell me yours."

What would you wish for?
> [ ] To become a good magus? The whole thing is truly promising.
> [ ] To find a way out as well since you have more knowledge about the world.
> [ ] You don't know.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3262168
>> [ ] You don't know.
Not sure we even have one.

>>3262168
>> [ ] - Another Option -
"I want to blast the veneer of mundanity off my life completely. To plunge as deep as I can into this new world of magecraft. To seize the apex of power and never let it go; and to live with the danger of those who seek power. This War is already so incredible; so much beyond what I had before. How much further can I go with the power of a wish? Can magic make gods?"

>>3262168
Supporting >>3262189. We definitely seem like an "I always want more" character.

>>3262189
This makes us sound crazy.
I second this choice.

>>3262189
>>3262253
>>3262282

"I want to blast the veneer of mundanity off my life completely. To plunge as deep as I can into this new world of magecraft. To seize the apex of power and never let it go; to live with the danger of those who seek power. This War is already so incredible; so much beyond what I had before. How much further can I go with the power of a wish? Can magic make gods?" you spoke, ranting in a low utterance.

Truviet knocks you on the head. The reinforced strike pounds against your skull. "Don't get ahead of yourself! An all-powerful wish in the first place is too fishy for me. Be a bit more skeptical for your own sake." Your spiraling episode dissipates at her words; soon, you recollect yourself. In turn, your partner does so as well. "There are a few misconceptions that make you out like a madman. Magecraft cannot make gods— that age has passed a long, long time ago. With an attitude like that, you'd be a concern for a few places."

"Ah. Sorry~" grinning at her as if your previous moment was of the past.

"Speaking of magecraft, it's best to use this given opportunity for some practice..."

Last night's work recommences, the Edelfelt drilling you on the importance of its key foundations. She eventually teaches you the components of a spell, your attempts at recreating it varying in several degrees.

Which?
> [ ] Healing.
> [ ] Elemental Capabilities.
> [ ] Transference of Power.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3262330
>> [ ] Transference of Power.

>>3262330
>Transference of Power.

Healing is tempting too, but Caster needs more power to compensate occasionally.

>>3262330
> [ ] - Another Option -
Luck magic, to ward off our garbage die-rolls.

>>3262333
>>3262387
> Roll 1d100

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3262558

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3262558

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3262558

>>3262650
>> [ ] Listen and go see Caster.

>>3262560
>>3262570
>>3262623
> [ Rolled 64 ]

In hours on end, you channel your magical energy into various objects. The goal that Truviet set up for you was to store mana inside them, hoping that it'll lead you into embedding spells and whatnot for the future.

The best that you could give is a minor resistance towards other flows of magical energy; namely, in your jacket, as it'll serve as some amount of magical protection.

"Not too bad, but way below average," your stand-in teacher assessed. "We'll work on your skills for another time."

> [ ] Continue the lesson. It'll take up most of the afternoon if you do so.
> [ ] Listen and go see Caster.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3262653
If we continue the lesson, can we try another type of magic? Or just get more practice in with transferring energy?

>>3262657
Sure, you can choose another type if you guys want.

>>3262653
> [X] Continue the lesson. It'll take up most of the afternoon if you do so.
Let's see if we have any more talent with elementalism. Energy transferrence would just turn into being Shiro 2.0 anyway.

>>3262651

>>3262663

Votes are still open before I flip a coin.

>>3262922
Eh, let's go with continuing the lesson.

>>3262663
>>3262937
> Roll 1d100+5

Rolled 35 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3263080

Rolled 70 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3263080

Rolled 34 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3263080

>>3263087
>>3263099
>>3263101
> [ Rolled 75 ]

Truvietianne relents her stubborn front, agreeing to continue the lesson after your efforts to persuade her. "How much of a roach can you be?" she said, off-put by your persistence.

Her disgruntled state cools down upon concentration; she discontinues the transference of power for a later date to introduce you to Elemental magecraft. By isolating the practice for your affinity, you'll understand the concept of spellcasting in an easier path.

The product of your success is small. A globule of water floats above your palms, a feat that you have accomplished in afternoon's time. Going one step further, you split it off into two, then three, and so on whilst adding a verse to the spell. To some extent, if you focus enough, you can change the masses' temperature from slightly cold to lukewarm— you're unable to change them into the extremes using your current knowledge.

You check on Caster for a bit before heading off to sleep. There, like last night, she's playing with her hands; a boring job as a watchman doesn't strike her as undesirable. Rather, calming. Lancer shares the same thought.

> [ ] Talk "Write-in"
> [ ] Go back inside. You can see that she's okay.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3263186
> [ ] Talk "Write-in"
"Good evening. Anything unusual out there?"
After her response...
"I've been wondering, Caster, how do you feel about fighting like this? You weren't a combatant in your former life; does it make you uncomfortable, being forced into this conflict?"

>>3263186
support >>3263230

Man, I'm really hoping we can find a way to get some decent powers so we can complete our conversion from average guy to battle maniac. Judas said there were more coins, maybe we can fenagle some way to become a pseudo-servant?

>>3263230
>>3263241

The lights in the dark blue sky do not tell of their existence: are they real or not? Regardless, they style themselves as a blessing.

"Good evening. Anything unusual out there?" you greeted under the stars.

"From what I had seen throughout the afternoon, no. Is there something on your mind, Master?"

You nod. "I've been wondering. How do you feel about fighting like this? You weren't a combatant in your former life; does it make you uncomfortable, with being forced into this conflict?"

"I would be lying if I said 'no' for this question. Yes, Master, I am uncomfortable." Caster stretches herself across the floor. Because of her height, she's able to touch your shoes from across a distance. "Being shoehorned into such a system isn't doing me a favor. I could be more useful as a Berserker at least. If then, I could actually make some use of my monstrous form."

> [ ] "You're plenty of useful. You just need to be bigger than your legend."
> [ ] "A Berserker Arachne, huh?"
> [ ] "I prefer your quieter abilities as a Caster if you don't mind."
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3263361
>> [ ] "You're plenty of useful. You just need to be bigger than your legend."

>>3263361
> [ ] "I prefer your quieter abilities as a Caster if you don't mind."
"What I mean is, I don't think being a Berserker would be true to you. Needlework requires control; it's the flowing together of tiny, intricate motions. That's what your legend comes from, what allowed you to surpass a goddess: your ability to create beauty through control. Your abilities as a Caster capture that beauty, and I wouldn't want to lose that in exchange for more power."

>>3263361
Switching to >>3263480

>>3263480
>>3263530

"I prefer your quieter abilities as a Caster if you don't mind."

Approaching the roof's rails lets you in on an overview of your camp. Craters are marked by Rider's assault, Arachne's webs strung above the ground as they beautifully reflect.

"What I mean is, I don't think being a Berserker would be true to you. Needlework requires control; it's the flow of tiny, intricate motions that mend together. That's what your legend comes from, what allowed you to surpass a goddess: your ability to create magnificence through control. As a Caster, if you don't mind me repeating myself, you capture that beauty, and I wouldn't want to lose that in exchange for more power. I respect it."

"I'm not one to enjoy the type of talk that you're speaking. But it does reassure." Caster picks herself up from the ground to take place upon the vacant space beside you. Taking a glance, you notice the scarcity of her emotions— she still holds that bored countenance ever since your first meeting. Of course, she changes face along the way. It's just that she defaults to it quite often.


The third cycle of the Sun arises. Truvietianne goes over this afternoon's plan, this time with Lancer and Caster being present. They found no problems, but Lancer himself is iffy about it. He too ponders the chance that you'll run into some other Servant. However, he has confidence in his dogs.

> [ ] Practice magecraft in the meantime.
> [ ] Converse with Caster about possible situations.
> [ ] Scout around the city for a bit.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3264084
>> [ ] Converse with Caster about possible situations.

>>3264084
>Practice magecraft in the meantime.
>Converse with Caster about possible situations.

>>3264084
> [ ] Practice magecraft in the meantime.
Gotta get that daily training in.

>>3264088
>>3264089
>>3264107
>Roll 1d100+5

Rolled 50 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3264128

Rolled 53 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3264084

Rolled 37 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3264128
Watch this 1

>>3264130
>>3264142
>>3264145
> [ Rolled 58 ]

You practice magecraft in the meantime, conducting magical energy into water to better familiarize yourself. Wishing to take it to the next level— or, an inch more so— you center your mind on the levitating liquid to shape it. A dent in the sphere is all you can do.

Dispersing the spell that forms it, content with this centimeter of progress, you then meet up with Caster to formulate any complimentary procedures if things go south.

"Other strategies?" she muttered upon hearing. "It won't hurt to construct some. Though, what do you have in mind?"

> [ ] Any offensive methods that she can conjure.
> [ ] The focusing of backline support for Lancer.
> [ ] Advantages she can use during her Noble Phantasm.
> [ ] - Another Option -

Shoulda learned luck magic.

>>3264161
> [ ] Any offensive methods that she can conjure.

>>3264161
>Any offensive methods that she can conjure.
Badly needed.

>>3264161
>> [ ] Any offensive methods that she can conjure.

>>3264164
>>3264172
>>3264182

"Are there any offensive methods that you can conjure?"

Caster excuses herself to think; throughout that instant, she furrows a brow till an idea comes to mind. "I could reinforce my strands through magic. It wasn't something that I would use since the intake of energy will increase if I did; weaving layer after layer to make a powerful shield is, from what I saw, more efficient as a Servant."

"That's fine! It's better than a papercut's worth of damage!" you said, the whim overshadowing the error in your line.

Caster ignores it as anything but harmful, luckily. "You'll need to supply me with more magical energy, however. Are you sure about it?"

> [ ] "Yup. I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~"
> [ ] "You can use as much as you need to fashion your strands as knives. Does that sedates your worry?"
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3264202
>> [ ] "Yup. I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~"
Is this a vote to decide what I think it is?

>>3264202
>"Yup. I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~"
noooooothing could go wrooooong

I think this is what will possibly decide if this is the arachne route

>>3264205
>Is this a vote to decide what I think it is?
Threesome route is what it is.

Oh fuck. I forgot what that entailed.

>>3264215
Kek

>>3264202
> [ ] "Yup. I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~"

>>3264215
Eh, you don't HAVE to do that threesome or Truvi, no other options

>>3264215

Gib Arachne or gib me death.

>>3264202
> > [ ] "Yup. I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~"

>>3264205
>>3264206
>>3264228
>>3264240

"Yup! I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~" proclaiming your acceptance on the matter. With genuine simplicity no less...

Caster blushes, staggered by your unaccounted boldness. "That settles it... Is there anything else that you need to address?"

You tilt your head as it's now your turn to think. "How cute," you playfully thought to yourself, brushing away the image of Arachne's fluster.

> [ ] Ask how easily magical energy can be conducted through her silk. You thought to have some.
> [ ] Ask if she ever thought to manufacture a cloak for herself.
> [ ] Something about her combative skill that you need to mention? "Write-in"
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3264202
Damn, I'm torn. On the one hand, we need to raise combat effectiveness. On the other hand, I'm dedicated to the Truvietianne route. Can we support Arachne without getting locked into her route? If so,
> [ ] "Yup. I can support you just fine! Go crazy while you're at it~"

>>3264280
>> [ ] Ask if she ever thought to manufacture a cloak for herself.

>>3264280
> [ ] Ask how easily magical energy can be conducted through her silk. You thought to have some.

>>3264280

> [ ] Ask if she ever thought to manufacture a cloak for herself.

Yo girl you think you could weave me a scarf?

>>3264285
>>3264290

"Have you ever thought of manufacturing a cloak for yourself? Or thought of making any articles of clothing at all? Just curious."

"I don't have a reason to make anything. Is there something you want me to do?"

A line of Caster's web enters your vision. The qualities that it possesses is far beyond any source of plush: soft to the touch, stretchy, and resistant to strain. Its material is more pronounced during battle; unfortunately, fragile when up against a vicious force.

"Could you craft me a scarf maybe?' all with a gentle smile. "A little something to remember."

The suggestion resounds from within her. "It's been a long time since my hands worked a traditional profession. Sure, Master."

In a flash, as if working an instrument, a long piece of silk is slowly shaped into a scarf.

Handling it is a wonder of its own; lightweight and smooth, it feels like enrapturing air around your neck.

Swiftly with glee, you thank her. Your Servant just relaxes into a comfortable exterior, sighing. All is well.


You pass by Truvietianne in the hall. Pensive, she has been walking up and down the dormitory for a while, waiting for Lancer's input outside.

> [ ] Ask her how you can strengthen a Servant. Caster was a bit vague.
> [ ] Enquire about her attitude. What troubles her.
> [ ] Let her do as she pleases.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3264377
> [ ] Enquire about her attitude. What troubles her.
Can't just be thinking about her utility all the time. Show Truviet we care.

>>3264377
>> [ ] Enquire about her attitude. What troubles her.

>>3264377
> [ ] Enquire about her attitude. What troubles her.

>>3263267
Love this idea. Pseudo-servants are the best thing to come out of FGO.

>>3264377
>> [ ] Ask her how you can strengthen a Servant. Caster was a bit vague.

>>3264409
>>3264457
>>3264464

"Meditative, are you? Especially with that irked disposition, Miss Edelfelt."

"Shut it. I cannot spare you such a jest."

Responsive, you compose yourself for a politer approach. "Haha, please do forgive me then. I just wanted to bring you a different, happier mood than the airs that you invoke. I'm free to listen to your plight— a friendly thing for a friend~"

She's not yet sure to rest. However, Truviet asserts her troubles anyway. "It's Rider. She takes up so much of my concentration that it's irritating to the point of visibility."

"Is there a reason?" less unnerved and more interested in the young daughter's judgment.

"I'm not knowledgable about pirates, so I don't know much about her. It's just that her picture provokes me a bit too much. Had it under wraps for a while."

> [ ] "All I see is a mischievous woman. A looker as well, I may add~"
> [ ] "Well, if you're this hushed about it, then there's no need to be uneasy."
> [ ] "Beguiling woman has a differing effect towards than men, huh?"
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3264532
>> [ ] "Well, if you're this hushed about it, then there's no need to be uneasy."

>>3264532
>"All I see is a mischievous woman. A looker as well, I may add~"

>>3264532
> [ ] "Beguiling woman has a differing effect towards than men, huh?"

>>3264532
> [ ] "All I see is a mischievous woman. A looker as well, I may add~"
Since she's a tsundere, let's see if we can provoke some jealousy.

>>3264542
>>3264560

"All I see is a mischievous woman. A looker as well, I may add~"

Some of what you said is true. Cheng's figure can, doubtlessly, catch the eyes of any man down a populated street.

Her sharp eyes are the most remarkable, inviting a more intimate personage behind her initial demonstration; not to mention the way she gives a tigress' stare which strikes a weird fancy to you— but let's keep that to yourself.

Truvietianne hasn't given a reaction thus far, processing your comment within the littlest period. Soon, her body alternates its language.

> Roll 1d100

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3264602

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3264602

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3264602
For the love of god, let me roll decently for once!

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3264602

>>3264606
>>3264623
>>3264624
> [ Rolled 90 ]

Your arms tense up to brace yourself for a magically reinforced slap. It never came, though.

Opening your squinted eyes all the way, you witness Truvietianne's musings. "Seriously, commoners don't appreciate the finer definitions of a royal woman. I'm equally as endowed if not more! There's no way that a pirate is a league better than an Edelfelt!"

It seems that your words affected her pride.

> [ ] Keep quiet.
> [ ] Talk/remark "Write-in"
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3264654
> [ ] Talk/remark "Write-in"
We're in a corridor, right? This is the moment: kabedon! Lean in and get close! Turn on the charm!
"Don't take it to heart, Truvietianne. Rider may have a certain allure, but it's only that of a common outlaw. The difference between she and you is like that between a hamburger and haute cuisine; and there's nothing I'm craving more right now than filet mignon..."

>>3264654
>> [ ] Keep quiet.

>>3264654
Supporting >>3264675
Let's see Truvi go red.

>>3264675
This

>>3264675
I like this.

And Gulag hated my romantic dialogue so much that he left the quest...

>>3265098
Still here.

>>3265231
Update when? We need to shift bullying into overdrive!

>>3265266
BLUSHING RED OVERDRIVE!
Sorry, couldn't resist the opportunity.

>>3264706
>>3264711
>>3264762
>>3264675

Out of nowhere, due to youthful capriciousness, you corner Truvetianne to a wall. Physical senses are heightened, the regal dish that stands under you changing from puzzled to stupefied; her stoic form takes a hit as you pin your left arm over her shoulder. Your free hand gestures for an invite.

"W-What are you doing, you hound?!?!" she cried, unable to figure out where this sudden course of action came from. The confident Edelfelt has turned into a cherry's hue.

You hum joyously, choosing to leave her questions unanswered. The atmosphere around you is rising in heat, boarding close to the line of overfamiliarity but not crossing it.

Finally, you speak— to clarify something on your part while under a suitable tone. "Don't take it to heart, Truvietianne. Rider may have a certain allure, but it's only that of a common outlaw. The difference between her and you is like that between a hamburger and expertly-refined cuisine. And there's nothing I'm craving more right now than a top-cooked dish of filet mignon~"

Nervous perspiration coats her forehead, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face.

> Roll 1d100

_____

Slept for a bit + post got deleted right as I was about to finish.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3265368

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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>3265368

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>3265368
Lord, give me a 99

>>3265393
YOU BLEW IT!

Alright, well... 66 is pretty good, right?

You see, this is what you get for coming onto what's not even the best girl to hard

>>3265408
But bullying is never a bad idea

>>3265408
Hey man, I'm not into tall, expressionless ghosts. Sue me.

>>3265381
>>3265386
>>3265393
> [ Rolled 66 ]

Her mouth trembles, unable to enunciate any sort of comprehensible language. The cherry hue of her cheeks has reddened to a sweeter color, however, the development sluggishly halts.

Unlike her normal self, she slips to the right in order to free herself. The embarrassment is too much for a girl who knows how to be a good daughter. Silence is left alone, though, the metaphorical temperature you have set still lingers.

> [ ] Leave her be. You got to tease her~
> [ ] Go on strong! [ Roll 1d100-5 ]
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3265419
>> [ ] Leave her be. You got to tease her~

>>3265419
>Go on strong!

>>3265419
>Leave her be. You got to tease her~

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>>3265419
> [ ] Go on strong! [ Roll 1d100-5 ]
Push it to the limit!

>>3265419
On second thought, let's do
> [ ] - Another Option -
Leave her be for the night, but as we go, part with "Good night then, Truvietianne; but if you change your mind, remember this: I'm always hungry."
Grin and walk off.

>>3265419
This. I love it. >>3265464

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3265419
>> [ ] Go on strong! [ Roll 1d100-5
Maximum bully

Oh wait, never mind. I can do these.

>>3265432
>>3265441
>>3265464
>>3265468

Writing.

You leave her be for the day, seeing her off as she exits the hallway.

Before you walked down the opposite direction, you part with a sneaky implication. Nonetheless, your heart is in a purer place than what your tongue goes forth with. "Good day then, Truvietianne. But if you have a change of mind, remember this: I'm always hungry~"

"Continue this nonsense or I'll dispense harsher retribution!" your partner opposed.

The promise doesn't ensure a drop of concern. To you, it has treated itself as a normal way of living. Regardless, you abide. Her acclaim as a prideful human hasn't lowered to any degree.


The Sun is well beyond its zenith. Currently, along with your party, you have ventured into the city to initiate the operation.

On the Finnish girl's command, Lancer activates his Noble Phantasm; a bigger pack is summoned to facilitate a quicker scan of the urban grounds. Once ready, he sets them loose, leading the forefront of the group.

Since that moment in the corridor, Truviet looks to her side every time you connect your glance with hers. It fails to distract her from issuing proper leadership, however. She stays keen for a surprise, an aria planted in her head in case a diverging situation is unveiled.

> Roll 1d100

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>3265584

>>3265584
>>3265587
I think we can just go with that

>>3265587
> [ Rolled 98 ]

The trail is clear of hostility, encounters gone absent. Lancer's hounds pave a path out into a field where a massive river flows through.

The orange sky shows off a ship down the waters. Needless to say, its Rider's, the person herself sitting by the bank with a bottle of wine in her grasp.

The hounds are dismissed to keep your position hidden. In a nearby brush of trees and shrubs, just close enough to examine the Servant's activity, you stalk.

"This couldn't be any better!" Truvietianne exclaimed in a low voice.

> [ ] Watch Rider for a while.
> [ ] Begin the assault.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3265620
>> [ ] Begin the assault.

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>>3265620
>Begin the assault.

>>3265620
> [X] Begin the assault.

>>3265628
>>3265634
>>3265638
> Roll 1d100

Pray.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3265641

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>3265641

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3265634
FASTER
>>3265641

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3265641

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3265641

Rolled 86 (1d100)

why didn't this have auto-update on...

>>3265738
>> [ ] Strengthen Caster's webs as you planned.

>>3265645
>>3265660
>>3265666
> [ Rolled 31 ]

Determined to finish off her enemy, Truviet sets off the signal to attack in a compelling motion.

Lancer grips his spear, jumping out of the encompassing thicket. Upon your secondary adjure, Caster institutes her web to strike.

Rider, taken aback by this unforeseeable scenario, hastily brings out her sword. The blade collides with the arm of Lancer's weapon, sparks flying out as they pull back for a second swing and then a third. Both sides act out gingerly, identical in speed.

It's apparent that Rider is weaker in strength, but the trickiness in her movement makes her out to be formidable; the maneuvers she pulls of defends against the snaking vines of Arachne whilst holding off the stronger foe in front.

From out of Rider's ship, her Master. Instantaneously, he joins the fight with a pistol in hand, Truviet returning the fire. It's a stalemate once more.

"You could've sent a letter, you know?~" Cheng teased. "Arriving all unannounced is so rude~"

> [ ] Strengthen Caster's webs as you planned.
> [ ] Sneak around the fight to board her ship.
> [ ] Pull of a spell?
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3265747
>> [ ] Strengthen Caster's webs as you planned.

>>3265747
> [ ] Strengthen Caster's webs as you planned.

>>3265754
>>3265767

"Master, what we agreed on might be detrimental to you. Are you still sure about it?" Caster said, just in case.

"Absolutely! Use as much as you need! I already said it myself, didn't I?"

"I see. As you wish!"

The flow of energy can be felt in your arms. Arachne puts in a huge sum of power into the strength of her threads, their bodies meshing together into piercing streams; a hundred levels stronger than what they were, aside from when they're interwoven into shields.

The exchange helps out. It forces Rider to defend without a chance to counter either Caster or Lancer. "You kept something under your sleeves? That isn't fair, let alone the fact that I'm facing the brunt of two opponents."

Lancer smirks. "You don't look like you're complaining! Having fun?"

"More than I could imagine. However, that doesn't mean I'm going to die off this quickly!"

Rider pounces back onto her ship, letting loose a constant volley of magical torrents. Caster meets the wave with a bulwark of her own, protecting the rest of you from any source of damage.

"How are you feeling?" she enquired under the roaring fire.

> [ ] "Too good! Keep up the exciting performance!"
> [ ] "A bit burdened, but I can handle it. Go on!"
> [ ] "Kinda tired, actually. No matter, pay me no mind."
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3265902
> [X] "Too good! Keep up the exciting performance!"

>>3265902
>> [ ] "Too good! Keep up the exciting performance!"

>>3265902
>"Too good! Keep up the exciting performance!"

>>3265909
>>3265925
>>3265932

"Too good! Keep up the exciting performance!" you applauded.

The organization of Caster's web is riveting. She subtly waves and twirls her arms to assume a dominant stance, her previous plucking of the air unfit for this supply and flow of energy. The patterns in her shield are varied, turned into white masterpieces in of themselves. Unused strands are floating in the air, progressing forward through manipulation.

Seeing that this isn't going anywhere, Rider ends the constant fire for her ship to take off. Bombardment hails over your heads, choosing to pick out open points in your defense.

Her Master is conjuring up an array of symbols: straight-lined characters that circle around in a formation. From it, lightning that hammers down at your location.

> [ ] Tell Caster to produce a tether. It'll anchor Rider's ship.
> [ ] Tell Caster to propel Lancer onto the ship. Maybe you as well?
> [ ] Tell Caster to strike at Rider's Master.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3265978
>> [ ] Tell Caster to strike at Rider's Master.

>>3265978
> [X] Tell Caster to propel Lancer onto the ship. Maybe you as well?
Not us as well. Trying to fight while giving Caster extra mana is asking to die.

>>3265985
>>3265998
>Roll 2d20

Rolled 15, 8 = 23 (2d20)

>>3267422
both nat 1

Rolled 11, 12 = 23 (2d20)

>>3267422

Rolled 18, 12 = 30 (2d20)

>>3267422

>>3267430
>>3267453
>>3267481
> [ Rolled 18 & 12 ]

"Target Rider's Master! It'll slow both of them down if he's wounded!" you advised, watching what unfolds by the river and sky.

Autonomously, as she heard your mouth sound her next aim, Caster unravels her tightly-knitted wall. It took on the shape of a harpoon, ejecting itself to mark its designated prey.

It successively hits, gouging out the Master's shoulder once blood stained its pearly white. He falls down to tend his leaking puncture; the source of the released discharge abruptly stops, unable to go on without the channel of its inducer.

"Old man, you good?" Rider said in a hush. Not merciful enough to offer her Master a swift look.

He pulls himself to a refuge, leaning against the wood. "Ignore me and keep firing! I can patch myself up."

Explicitly told to not mind his health, his Servant goes on with a delightful grin.

"She's still going at it?!" Truviet sang violently. "The hell is wrong with that woman?!"

"No use in pondering that, princess," Lancer remarked. "There's nothing for me to jump off of. Any of you got some ideas?"

A lightbulb is struck. "Caster, fling him!"

"Huh?" the subject let out, clueless.

A surface is made underneath Lancer's feet. "Good luck on the crash!" Arachne blessed, projecting him upwards.

He yelps in confusion, his scream filling the air momentarily before he is collected. Caster could've calculated it better, the invader almost missing the ship if he hadn't grabbed onto the deck's edge.

The artillery mellows out, Rider changing focus on Lancer whose balance has yet to be found.

> [ ] Anchor down the ship.
> [ ] Damage the ship.
> [ ] - Another Option -

>>3267653
>> [ ] Anchor down the ship.

>>3267653
> [ ] Damage the ship.
Specifically the cannons.