TirithIre
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The wars were truly never ending. The timing and place of such happenings were not always concurrent, and yet the format remained the same within each Great Grail War. Seven sorcerer's were drawn to a specific place and summoned their servants to do battle for the Holy Grail. The coveted grail held within it the power to grant wishes, but only the magi who emerged victorious would see that day. The rest of the magi would die.
Such as it was, the cost of one's very life was the price of entry within the wars, and once they entered, the magi could not leave unless they won, or they were dead. Archer had seen many magi come and go, and not all heroes were summoned for each Grail War, but the final outcome was usually the same. The servants were all heroes from fate and time, legends in their own rights come to life.
Hassan-i Sabbāh had seen many come and go as well, and though he had his own shortcomings in regards to combat, the utility and information he provided to his magi was UN-mistakable.
Each servant was 'tied' to a magi, and though there truly seemed no loss for their passing within this world, the legends of history were all immensely competitive. Two hundred years had passed since the last time the Wars had happened, thus the magi were to be chosen, the masters would enter the battlefield and their champions would be provided to them. From there, the battle royale would commence.
The battlefield was Celestria, a smallish city which would prove to become the battlefield of choice. The time was fast approaching, and truth be told Archer had been waiting for this for a long time. He knew that he wasn't the strongest out of the heroes... Saber's defenses were invincible when she was fully unleashed... Berserker was just frightening at all times.
Yet to Archer, no one could hold a candle to him. He wondered who would be his master this time, and truly hoped that it wouldn't be some weak boy who knew nothing of magic or how to fight. After all the whole Grail Wars were ABOUT the Magi, so getting paired with a magi who knew nothing was hopeless.
The night was falling, and soon the choosing would begin. There was no turning back time, and as Archer felt himself being pulled from his world into the world of the Magi, he was ready. With his swords and his tailor red coat, he felt the pull and went with it. Archer was unlike any of the others, although no one knew that.
For now, he let the deceit move onwards, and waited to se of battlefield they would fight within this time! He hoped the summoning would be before the actual battle though, he would certainly like to know who would come to be called his master before life and death came into play!
Such as it was, the cost of one's very life was the price of entry within the wars, and once they entered, the magi could not leave unless they won, or they were dead. Archer had seen many magi come and go, and not all heroes were summoned for each Grail War, but the final outcome was usually the same. The servants were all heroes from fate and time, legends in their own rights come to life.
Hassan-i Sabbāh had seen many come and go as well, and though he had his own shortcomings in regards to combat, the utility and information he provided to his magi was UN-mistakable.
Each servant was 'tied' to a magi, and though there truly seemed no loss for their passing within this world, the legends of history were all immensely competitive. Two hundred years had passed since the last time the Wars had happened, thus the magi were to be chosen, the masters would enter the battlefield and their champions would be provided to them. From there, the battle royale would commence.
The battlefield was Celestria, a smallish city which would prove to become the battlefield of choice. The time was fast approaching, and truth be told Archer had been waiting for this for a long time. He knew that he wasn't the strongest out of the heroes... Saber's defenses were invincible when she was fully unleashed... Berserker was just frightening at all times.
Yet to Archer, no one could hold a candle to him. He wondered who would be his master this time, and truly hoped that it wouldn't be some weak boy who knew nothing of magic or how to fight. After all the whole Grail Wars were ABOUT the Magi, so getting paired with a magi who knew nothing was hopeless.
The night was falling, and soon the choosing would begin. There was no turning back time, and as Archer felt himself being pulled from his world into the world of the Magi, he was ready. With his swords and his tailor red coat, he felt the pull and went with it. Archer was unlike any of the others, although no one knew that.
For now, he let the deceit move onwards, and waited to se of battlefield they would fight within this time! He hoped the summoning would be before the actual battle though, he would certainly like to know who would come to be called his master before life and death came into play!