Servant: Aera Tylidae. Servant Class: Caster/Assassin
Caster: +50% Spell Damage. Takes +75% Damage Taken (x2), and physical attacks are 50%/2(25%) as effective as usual. Noble Phantasm: Take the Main element from the Servant's Magic, and a missile made of that element will shoot forth. This missile will deal 2 B-Ranked Damage. (Casters Deal spell damage with their physical attacks.)
Assassin: Speed & Physical Damage Bonus: 50% Total. (Speed:20%/Physical: 30%) +50%x2 Damage Taken, and cannot double with the Rider Class type. Noble Phantasm: This one is up to the Assassin, but three requirements must be met: Cannot instant kill, must do up to A-Rank Damage AT MOST, and must be with a ranged weapon, or short melee weapons.
Class Noble Phantasm: Assassin- Requiem della Morte: Migliaia di Blade Dance: This Noble Phantasm's name means: Requiem of Death: Thousand Blade Dance, and the name is rather misleading, as it does not mean there are a thousand blades (There are, but it doesn't necessarily mean so, though I'm now becoming paradoxical, so I'll stop.). However, it does mean there are a thousand undead standing with a thousand weapons, each dealing 1/1000 B-Rank Damage. This may not be the strongest Noble Phantasm, however, there is an upside to this Noble Phantasm: The Zombies are each wielding a short blade, and each zombie has 1/1000th B-Rank Health, and until struck, stay around and surround an enemy.
Master: Chili Thompson
The travel to Magnolia, well that was a story. I traveled over oceans blue, and through ash and azure skies, filled with clouds of storm and rain, and raging tempests that tore away clouds, before vanishing entirely into nothingness. My leggings carried me faithfully, though their color has faded into the Ash color, remembering nothing of their past radiance, though a dull glow still emanates from them, as to signal their ebbing force of life that passes eternally into shadow. I landed a half-league away from the cobble roads that signaled the beginning of the Main Roads that heralded passage from City to City, the first Vestige of Civilization's Master, long forgotten.
I landed far from the base of the road, prepared for the long travel, in leather combat gear, and eyes in shadow kept good vision for sights unseen, and for beings unknown. I walked a good hour to the cobble path, cloaked in blood, swathed in the likeness of crimson cloth, and swaying to the light highland breeze to which my road was traveled through, bearing forth my unknown along with the sweet scent of the grass of the Mountain.
I traveled for a great length of time, bearing the likeness of Ten days, before making first sight with Magnolia, several leagues from stone-borne Mountain-kin, their unmoving peaks rising high above the common plains and rolling green hills that dot the rugged countryside. I passed by humans, playing dominant over nature's bounty. I blame them not, but I hunt them. No trace will remain of those who preside to play at godhood, without the power of a predator behind it. Alas, I made my way from that place, and finally made it towards the mainstay of the city gate, the entrance that beckoned the masses to their inviting interior. However, the unnatural roar that shook the people close to the gate came crashing down the mountain, in the form of my servant dragon-corpse, Aemal the Voiceless. He nuzzled his massive head for a long while against my non-solid form, before bounding ahead, moving up the mountains like a goat long out of his habitat, reaching for the heights long remembered in naught but memories. At a half-leagues distance, I halted and waited against a sloping mountain, as I was to meet someone on this day. I waited for them, as the singing breeze danced lightly against my form, before wistfully swirling away.
This is just the First post, sorry it took this long, but I suck at first posts. I'll endeavor to make them longer as they go on.