Post by Rand al'Thor on Jul 20, 2021 2:12:53 GMT
Magicians summon Servants to help aid them in battle to attain the Holy Grail. To win the Holy Grail, is to have any wish granted to you. But a Master must prove themselves first to the Grail by winning the war. Each Master is given three Command Seals, if all of them are used up, then they lose ownership over their Servant and also lose eligibility in the War.
Seven Masters and Seven Servants clash to win this Holy Grail . . .
A young woman in England, by the name of Olivia li Fox summons the strongest of servant classes, the Saber class. Her Servant, is Sir Gawain, one of the greatest knights of Camelot.
"What is your bidding, my Master?" Gawain asked, bowing as he formed in front of her. Yellow lightning striking around his silver armor. He rose, revealing a handsome face framed by long dark curly hair. A golden sun is emblazoned on his chest and a black hilted sword is strapped at his side in a silver and gold sheathe.
"I-I did it," Olivia said. Olivia is 23-years-old and of average height for a woman. She has long brown hair and blue eyes. She wears a red trench coat with black buttons and skirt. "I summoned a Servant of the Saber class. What is your name?"
"Sir Gawain."
"Nephew of Arthur Pendragon and one of the most famed knights of the Round Table?" she asked. "Wow . . . I pulled myself an impressive one. Though perhaps Arthur or Lancelot may have been more impressive . . ."
Gawain said nothing, for he did not wish to speak ill of neither his king nor his friend. Though the latter had ended his life. While it was true, in some respects that Sir Gawain was less legendary than Arthur and Lancelot, it was not true that they were greater men. For Lancelot, had many faults, such as betraying his king and friends. Though he was unrivaled with a blade. Arthur on the other hand, was a kind man, yet turned a blind eye too many revelries that transpired within Camelot. Even ignoring the affair of Lancelot and Guinevere. Arthur as well slouched in swordsmanship, even though he wielded the legendary Excalibur.
Nae, but no knight had matched Gawain when it came to his heart and courage. He was the most valiant of knights and risked his neck for the king against the Green Knight when no other would. He had learned great lessons and had overcome his greatest flaw, he loved his life too much.
"Remember," Olivia began. "Keep your name a secret on the battlefield." She narrowed her eyes. "That includes when a knight offers you their name first. I don't care about your chivalry. That won't let us win the day. And also, make certain your Noble Phantasm is kept a secret until the last."
"Yes, my lady," Gawain replied, bowing. Though he was unsure he could hold to all of those rules.
Seven Masters and Seven Servants clash to win this Holy Grail . . .
A young woman in England, by the name of Olivia li Fox summons the strongest of servant classes, the Saber class. Her Servant, is Sir Gawain, one of the greatest knights of Camelot.
"What is your bidding, my Master?" Gawain asked, bowing as he formed in front of her. Yellow lightning striking around his silver armor. He rose, revealing a handsome face framed by long dark curly hair. A golden sun is emblazoned on his chest and a black hilted sword is strapped at his side in a silver and gold sheathe.
"I-I did it," Olivia said. Olivia is 23-years-old and of average height for a woman. She has long brown hair and blue eyes. She wears a red trench coat with black buttons and skirt. "I summoned a Servant of the Saber class. What is your name?"
"Sir Gawain."
"Nephew of Arthur Pendragon and one of the most famed knights of the Round Table?" she asked. "Wow . . . I pulled myself an impressive one. Though perhaps Arthur or Lancelot may have been more impressive . . ."
Gawain said nothing, for he did not wish to speak ill of neither his king nor his friend. Though the latter had ended his life. While it was true, in some respects that Sir Gawain was less legendary than Arthur and Lancelot, it was not true that they were greater men. For Lancelot, had many faults, such as betraying his king and friends. Though he was unrivaled with a blade. Arthur on the other hand, was a kind man, yet turned a blind eye too many revelries that transpired within Camelot. Even ignoring the affair of Lancelot and Guinevere. Arthur as well slouched in swordsmanship, even though he wielded the legendary Excalibur.
Nae, but no knight had matched Gawain when it came to his heart and courage. He was the most valiant of knights and risked his neck for the king against the Green Knight when no other would. He had learned great lessons and had overcome his greatest flaw, he loved his life too much.
"Remember," Olivia began. "Keep your name a secret on the battlefield." She narrowed her eyes. "That includes when a knight offers you their name first. I don't care about your chivalry. That won't let us win the day. And also, make certain your Noble Phantasm is kept a secret until the last."
"Yes, my lady," Gawain replied, bowing. Though he was unsure he could hold to all of those rules.