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Hels didn't respond. He had said his piece. However, he just only hoped that his ideas did not fall upon deaf ears. Unlike his... Peers, Hels did not immediately distrust or dislike the other two Masters. He considered them empty slates who would fill themselves out. Only then would they receive the judgement of God, be it heavenly or hellish, the young priest would deliver His will. Lancer did not vanish like the other Servants. By common logic, it was foolish to keep Lancer out in the open. However, Hels felt as though having a Servant with the party in physical manifestation would be wise. Luckily, Lancer's legend speaks absolutely nothing of his appearance. Having him out with the party would ensure protection, while hopefully planting a seed of curiosity into the minds of any peering eyes. He turned to follow Saber's master out the door.

To be honest, I'm not sure what I consider Hels. I mean, he's a sadist and an obsessive priest outside of public but all he really wants in the end is what the church wants. An easy mind to mold I guess considering his life. I guess for now, he's Chaotic Good? No idea how the D & D system works.

I never thought I would see myself posting here but-- I'm a decently prideful person, I can admit when someone's better than I am but I'll never act on it or actually admit it, and I never want to feel like someone else is better than I am at something I like. I.E Pokemon. I've been trying to get skilled at competitive Pokemon for a while now but I always hit a wall, so I blew it off. But, I've always meant to try again. However, I really have an incentive this time. Now there's a girl involved. She is an absolute boss at competitive Pokemon and it would be awesome if I could be as good as her and be a challenge to her. Sadly, she's expressed that she really hates teaching people. So. I didn't ask. I want to learn as much as I can. The tiers, team building, battling, everything. If anyone who is really confident in their ability is willing to take a completely dedicated, eager, overly passionate and determined pupil, please. Help a brother out.

Hels more or less agreed with everything said, but there was still the matter of the unknown. "I do not think it's that easy, if we may call this easy. We still lack necessary information about Caster's abilities which could be devastating. While I agree Saber has the highest chance of success against Caster alone, what about the others? This field of magic will bring Servants like moths to a flame, even if only to act as a fly on the wall. Archer, Berserker, and Rider. We know nothing about them". Hels took a moment to breathe before continuing. "I have a suggestion". He turned to Assassin's master. "Assassin has already seen this area and has felt its power. However, I understand Assassin might not be able to withstand it very long, neither will Lancer". Lancer turned his head upon hearing his title, acting as though he had just begun to pay attention. "I suggest Assassin moves along the border of the magic field, dipping in and out for as long as he can to peer in. Moving along the border will give us vision as well as a higher chance of spying other Servants before they spy us. Once Caster has been found, Lancer will meet them in the corner Saber has corralled them into. Against them both, Caster will easily fall. The other Servants might then retreat after realizing the situation of our alliance. I would like to say none of them have formed any groups as it seems highly unlikely, but the possibility remains".

Huge tie between Pidgeot and Cofagrigus. Pidgeot with Roost and Feather Dance, Cofagrigus with Curse and Will-o-Wisp, saved my as more times than I can count. I never liked Cofagrigus, I always thought Pidgeot was near fully outclasses in every way. Cofagrigus grew on me after crippling SolarisChomp and Pidgeot was just fast enough, just tank enough to assure my Gardevoir to set up on a -6 Attack Pokemon. Two of the biggest bad asses ever.

Signing up, Summoner name is Rysel Ulrich. An Akali is gonna farm to 6 and rek everyone QQ

I couldn't find a GIF that properly portrayed my regret and apology in a funny way but I'm home and will be here for several months and I'm sorry. I'm usually very punctual but it's a very busy time for business. Won't happen again. Gomen. Scout's honour.

Hels rubbed his wrist and exhaled from his nose. He lifted his head to meet the eyes of Saber's master and pushed himself off the wall to stand straight, running a hand through his hair. These mannerisms were all in an attempt to gather his thoughts in a way he could speak and reveal nothing he might prefer under lock and key. However, Hels had realized long before this day that he would have to traverse far beyond his comfort zone if he were to make progress. Hels shook the nerves off of him. He was here, under the service of the divine. There was nothing to fear. "Beowulf. I've read your legend". Hels extended his hand to the side in an introduction. "Lancer, if you will". In a faded shimmer, the tall, lanky figure of Lancer appeared beside him. Lancer was easily almost seven feet or more, and Hels could feel his discomfort in such a small room. His soldier leathers were fitted poorly, yet still showed the great physical prowess of his body. "Celtchar of Ulster has been summoned under the Lancer class to serve alongside me in this war, I trust you are familiar with his legend? Regardless, Lancer will show to be a valuable partner in combat with Saber. I would prefer our merry band to fight in the same war on the same side, not different wars on the same side. Distrust aside-" Hels cast a moment's glance to where Assassin's master was standing. "Let us work together under the service of the lord". Hels extended his hand to Saber's master. ((I'm sorry about not being there to post. I had to drive a carpool to Colorado for business and I didn't think it would have taken so long)).

Would you mind if someone outside the Reborn community (my duo ranked partner in crime) joins? I myself play a poor Assassin but he plays exceptionally well.

Hels had finished his pact with Lancer only minutes prior to the phone call but had made enough of the time to find the upstairs bathroom sink and run some water over his head. The cold water was relaxing, enough to calm his frayed nerves and clear his thoughts. As Hels stood and dried his hair, he could hear footsteps moving up the stairs towards the ringing of the phone, followed by a rather aggressive call for assembly. Hels had figured one of the other two would attempt to claw himself into a position of authority. Hels shook his head and chuckled into his towel, rubbing it over his head. "Petty, is it not?". Hels mumbled the question, and after a few moments, as if earning an answer, "Yes, you are correct. That's why I'm here. Hopefully, there is a road that will lead him to enlightenment". With silent steps, the young priest moved to stand in the door way of the room where the phone was kept. He was curious as to if this child would assume his orders were being followed, or perhaps he knew better? Regardless, Hels stepped once more into the room, leaning against the furthest wall with a passive demeanor. In actuality, Hels was excited to meet the other Masters in a hidden desire to find someone he might connect with. After realizing this was most likely not going to happen, Hels cast away any interest there might have been for his fellow Mages. Hels stood quietly, listening.

Hels stepped out onto the terrace, surrounded by iridescent the candle light he had set up hours before. He had dressed in his holy priest's garbs to commemorate the occasion, yet it felt no different from any other day. To Hels, today was no different from any other day. He was simply acting out the will of the lord, and he intended to see this trial to the end. Having prepared beforehand, the Summoning Circle was already drawn. However, as the hours had past, the liquid had run dry. "No matter" Hels told himself. "Easily remedied". In a corner, the source of the dried, crusted liquid slouched and slid to the floor. Hels grimaced. He should have chosen to keep the head on. Those leather shoes were the only thing not completely soiled. As much as he appreciated the connections given by the holy church, it had become a habit of misusing them for petty reasons. He used the sack of bloody meat to finish the summoning circle. Hels took a small plastic bottle of hair gel from his coat, opening the cap and squeezing a modest amount into his hands, using it to slick his hair back, highlighting the sharpness his widow's peak. The young priest pulled a small ornate marble box from his coat and opened it, taking hold of the small metal rivet that appeared to be nothing but rusted dust. He set the object in its place and extended his hands forward, closing his eyes. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling. For the essence, silver and steel. For the foundation, stone and the archduke of contracts. Close the gates of the four cardinal directions. Come forth from the crown, and follow the three forked road leading to the kingdom. Let it be declared now. My will creates your body. Your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me. I hereby swear. That I shall be all the good in the world. That I shall defeat all evil in the world. The fires of war have judged you The venom of man retains you He who served the land will serve again. From the seventh heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, guardian of the scales! Upon finishing the chant, Hels was immersed in a storm of flames so fierce, he could feel the pressure against him. Within moments, the fire subsided into a haze of violet mist, casting a veil over a human figure that towered above the boy. The mist faded to reveal a man Hels had been waiting for. Tall and thin, yet with thick muscles creating his frame, poorly groomed, short brown hair that fell just above his eyes which were a stately dark green. The figure was dressed in robes, covering over leather and iron soldier's leathers connected by thick rope strands. The figure bowed his head but nothing else. "Celtchar of Ulster, young master. I have answered your call and stand at your behest". Hels ran a hand through his hair, a habitual gesture he was barely aware of. "Celtchar... No, Lancer. I welcome you into the service of the lord. However, there are two factors you must comply with in order for this to remain a harmonious union". Celtchar lifted his eyebrows. If he was feigning interest, he was well adept at it. "First, never refer to me as a master. I am no master, I am a servant the same as you, one at the call of God. I am Hels Kurgis, and you are Lancer". Lancer nodded in acknowledgement. "Second, you are not to speak or communicate with the other Servants or Masters without my presence. This is not a leash, I promise you, only a precaution". Lancer nodded again yet did not respond. After a few moment's silence, Lancer bowed his head and vanished into a shower of silver, taking an ethereal form. "Quite a droll Servant if any..." Hels' eyes widened, and he cracked his knuckles, breaking out in a smile which was followed by silent laughter. He stared upwards with the look of enticement still on his face, almost as if hearing something in the silence. "Thy Will be done".

My schedule has bad timing as I've had work from 6-4 these past few days, then classes from 6-11. Fortunately, today is my Friday and I'll be home to post in about five and a half hours (5:00 P.M Pacific). Just so you guys know.

I was in band during high school too. We marched competitively in WBA and went to see Corps whenever we could (Phantom 08!). We had a member who was in both football and Band who would play the games, then put his marching uniform over his football gear and marched Tuba for half time. I was in the drumline. It's nice to see another bando! What did you march?

If you'd like, I can explain it if it's too much an anomaly. In simplistic terms, it's in the same regard to Kirei Kotomine although under different terms and regulations from how Kirei was under a tutelage, Hels is more over a tool to secure the Grail, or rather increase the chance of doing so by providing a Master easily commanded.

Hels Kurgis of the Holy Church. I know I said I would have it posted earlier. I recently arrived home after the worst fucking day I have ever had the displeasure of living through. I'm going to go drown myself in ice cream and chill out. Sorry for being late. But, here's Hels.

Pidgeot with Feather Dance + Cofagrigus with Curse did the job nicely. Was what I did on my first play through so I wasn't expecting that behemoth at all and had to work with what I had.

Face claim is like, the picture of a person/character (anime and video games mostly) that you use to most closely relate to your character's appearance. Edit: Stupid phone submitted the post before I was done typing. I want to see how the Masters really interact with each other, which might ultimately decide the alliances that are formed. Especially for those outside the MA. As for Archer, I can't say I'm not worried considering his raw capability but it's exciting to think about all the ways I can fight him.

Hels is all finished, I just need to post him. Gave up on finding a picture for a Command Seal so I'll just have to explain it... Once I'm out of class tomorrow I'll go over it once more and post him. On another note just out of curiosity, if you all picked a face claim for Servant and Master, who would it be?

This was my first Ranked. Duo Bot with my bestie Adamas. My nerves were ridiculous. Hands shaky and paranoia.

Like this? Hels Kurgis is a mini Kirei Kotomine with a helping of Hallelujah Haptism. I wouldn't say he's a master mage but he is naturally gifted. It's the only reason he was initially emancipated from the streets and raised as a priest. His status is literally the same as Kirei Kotomine. A representative from the Holy Church offered to the Mage's Association as a tool of cooperation. Despite the similarities, it was just the base I'm using. But anyways, he is decently gifted and professionally taught. He isn't immune to heat and fire, just severely resistant. It's more of a requirement to even wield Luin e Celtchar. The resistance only goes so far, say fifteen consecutive posts. That time is basically spent in pure combat, before requiring to reset the power gained or die. If anyone else tried to steal Luin and use it against him, they'd find themselves in hot water. Or if they got too close during a high charge, the pure heat would hinder them. Not lethally, but it might make you dizzy or something.