Non Continued

[Nerdycrow]

As Raul Nord received the Falna from Loki, an intense surge of power coursed through his veins, sending an electric shiver down his spine. His heart raced, pounding against his chest like a captive bird desperate to break free.

But along with the power came an overwhelming sense of unease. Raul's usually steady hands trembled, his breaths shallow and quick. It was as if a foreign presence had invaded his very soul, unsettling the delicate balance he had grown accustomed to.

his inner thoughts became a swirling tempest of confusion. Emotions surged within him, tumultuous and heightened, like a storm raging in his very core. Everything felt amplified, as if the world around him had gained a new intensity.

His heart raced, its rhythm echoing in his ears like a relentless drumbeat. Each breath he took felt sharp, as if the air itself had grown charged with anticipation. The sensation of power coursing through his veins left him simultaneously exhilarated and unnerved.

Yet, amidst the tumult, Raul couldn't help but feel an undercurrent of confusion. What did it all mean? Why did he feel so connected yet so disoriented at the same time? The boundaries of his own identity seemed to blur, merging with something unfamiliar, as if his very soul had become intertwined with another.

His thoughts tangled like a web, his mind darting from one question to another.

In this heightened state, every sound, every scent, every touch seemed to bombard his senses with overwhelming intensity. The world around him became sharper, more vivid, as if every detail had been magnified. It was both thrilling and disorienting, leaving him uncertain of how to navigate this new realm of heightened perception.

Doubts and insecurities gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, like relentless whispers in the darkness.

Lost amidst this maelstrom of emotions, Raul yearned for clarity, for a moment of respite from the chaos within. He grasped for a sense of grounding, reaching deep within himself to find that sliver of certainty that would anchor him amidst the tempest.

Overwhelmed by the torrent of visions and the disorienting confusion they brought, Raul Nord's consciousness faltered, his body growing weak. The weight of the newfound connection and the jumbled fragments of the knight's life proved too much for him to bear. As his surroundings blurred and faded, darkness encroached upon his senses, pulling him into the depths of unconsciousness.

In that fleeting moment before succumbing to oblivion, a faint whisper reached Raul's ears. It was the voice of Goddess Loki calling out to him.

And with those final whispered words, Raul Nord succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness. The visions, the confusion, and the weight of his newfound connection would remain dormant within him, awaiting the dawn of a new day when he would rise again.

Raul's eyes fluttered open, his surroundings slowly coming into focus. Blinking away the remnants of his unconsciousness, he found himself in a grand throne room, adorned with opulent decorations and gilded furnishings. The room exuded an air of majesty and power, leaving him momentarily awestruck.

As his gaze wandered, Raul's attention was drawn to a series of imposing statues positioned strategically throughout the room. Each statue depicted a figure of remarkable presence, frozen in time and captured in intricate detail.

His eyes fell upon the first statue—a woman of graceful agility and striking beauty. She wore a flexible and lightweight upper armor, with a flowing red skirt that hinted at hidden strength beneath. Quivers brimming with arrows were tightly secured around her waist, and in her hands, a fully drawn bow poised for action. Raul couldn't help but be captivated by the intensity in her eyes, devoid of any veiling obstruction.

Next, his gaze shifted to a towering figure donned in formidable full plate armor. The armor obscured the gender of the knight, but their commanding presence was undeniable. With a fiery red plume cascading from their helmet, they held a European-styled sword aloft, its blade pointed towards the heavens. The sheer aura of power emanating from the knight left Raul in awe.

Another statue caught Raul's attention—a man leaning back against an unknown pole weapon. His large hat with a feather adorning its side, partially obscured his face, revealing a frown. Though only his chest and arm were armored, the rest of his attire consisted of a billowing white shirt and puffy red pants. Raul sensed an air of mystery and wisdom in the figure's stoic pose.

His eyes wandered to the depiction of a beast-like creature, resembling a dog-headed being. Its jaws hung open in a fearsome display, while curving horns sprouted from the back of its skull. The creature's body was adorned with black markings, and despite the modest attempt at covering, ragged cloth barely concealed its form. Remarkably, it effortlessly wielded a massive sword with a single hand, a testament to its formidable strength.

Raul's attention then shifted to a figure garbed in old, blue robes. Their face obscured by a hood, a long and perfectly groomed silver beard cascaded down their chest. The figure held a weighty tome in one hand, while a plain wooden staff was clasped in the other. There was an undeniable air of knowledge and mysticism surrounding this enigmatic being.

His gaze settled upon a statue of a person perched atop a chariot. The figure held the reins of unseen mounts in a single hand, while their other hand gripped an unknown pole weapon. A sword was securely fastened to their waist. Raul sensed a combination of authority and freedom emanating from the poised figure.

Lastly, his eyes were drawn to the statue of a figure shackled in chains. With long white hair concealing their face, a single piercing eye glared out defiantly. Chains wrapped tightly around their throat prevented complete collapse, while spiked cuffs weighed them down. Raul couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy and curiosity towards this imprisoned soul.

In this throne room adorned with statues, each frozen in a unique embodiment of strength and identity, Raul felt a sense of significance. Unaware of the true nature of these statues or the stories they represented, he couldn't shake the feeling that they held a connection to his own journey, and that his path had become intertwined with their fates.

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[ ] Vote which statue Raul walks towards.

 

[Nerdycrow]

I Rank (Fundamental Awareness)
H (Novice)
G (neophyte)
F (Proficient)
E (Intermediate)
D (Advanced)
C (Almost master)
B (Arturia level)
A ( Lancelot level)
EX (Down right impossible skills become
possible)

The level of skills that are possible to achieve Via training for them. Most skills will start at I unless they are received from the Demi servant.

 

[Nerdycrow]

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Name : Raul Nord

Age : 13

Level 1

Stats

Strength I00
Defence I00
Dexterity I00
Agility I00
Magic I00

Spells
Vasavi Shakti: O' Sun, Abide to Death : Throwing bombardment magic

"There is no room for hesitation on the battlefield."
"My father, forgive me. This will be my first and final strike."
"End everything, Vasavi... Shakti!"​

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Skills

Demi-Servant
• Allows user to Host a Heroic spirit
• gain a specific skill from said Heroic spirit
• Can ask the spirit to fight for the user

Mana Burst (Fire)
• increase physical parameters
• can increase the damage done by weapon
• imparts a flame impact. Uses mind to function.
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General Skills

Spear skills : I
Koine : F


Personality

Raul has a timid personality,He is also pure, as he was only able to hold hands with a prostitute when he visited a brothel, and tends to be easy to trick.

 

[Nerdycrow]

Intrigued by the statue of the mysterious figure with the large hat and stoic demeanor, Raul Nord couldn't resist the temptation to explore further. With hesitant steps, he approached the statue, drawn to the enigma it embodied. As his hand reached out to touch the stone surface, a surge of energy coursed through him, enveloping his senses in a dazzling display.

In that fleeting moment, Raul's consciousness was transported to another realm, as if traversing the threads of fate itself. When his awareness returned, he found himself awakening in a throne room of unparalleled grandeur. The opulence and magnificence of this new chamber surpassed anything he had ever witnessed.

The room exuded an aura of power and authority, with intricate carvings adorning every surface and sparkling jewels embedded in the walls. The throne, positioned at the center, rose majestically, beckoning Raul forward with an irresistible allure. It was a seat of unparalleled significance, resonating with ancient wisdom and untold tales.

As Raul Nord ventured deeper into the awe-inspiring throne room, he found himself immersed in a realm that seemed to transcend the boundaries of space and time.

As Raul's gaze explored the throne room, he couldn't help but marvel at the statues that adorned the chamber's periphery. They depicted legendary figures from history and myth, their forms frozen in time and exuding an indescribable aura. Each statue seemed to possess a story waiting to be unraveled, a secret yearning to be revealed.

The ceiling soared high above, seemingly disappearing into an ethereal expanse of swirling constellations. The celestial display appeared to be alive, as if the very stars were whispering ancient secrets and tales of forgotten realms. Raul couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, as if he had stepped into a realm where the laws of reality were slightly askew.

As Raul Nord continued his exploration of the grand throne room, his eyes were captivated by the statues that adorned its magnificent expanse. It was a sight that evoked a sense of awe and wonder within him.

The air in the throne room carried an otherworldly energy, electric and vibrant. It crackled with an intangible power, causing the hairs on the back of Raul's neck to stand on end. It was as if the room itself was a conduit for extraordinary forces, pulsating with the echoes of forgotten ages.

As he stood in the center of the throne room, surrounded by the grandeur and mystique, Raul felt a profound connection to the place. It was as if the room itself resonated with his innermost being, as if he had been called to this sacred space for a purpose far greater than he could comprehend.

In this realm outside the constraints of ordinary reality, Raul Nord could only surrender to the overwhelming sensation of being a mere mortal caught in the currents of the extraordinary. With a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration, he braced himself for the mysteries that awaited him, knowing that his journey would forever be shaped by the inexplicable forces at play in this ethereal throne room.

What struck him most was the striking similarity among the statues. Each one depicted a figure wielding a polearm, spear, or lance, their posture and stance varying but all exuding an undeniable strength. The weapons themselves varied in design, reflecting the diversity of cultures and eras they represented.

Among the statues, men and women of all sizes were immortalized in stone, their forms frozen in poses of power and grace. There were towering warriors with impressive physiques, their polearms raised high as if ready to strike. And there were petite figures, their slender frames belying the incredible strength they emanated.

Raul's eyes danced from one statue to another, taking in the unique features and distinct styles of each figure. Some wielded spears with double-bladed heads, while others brandished long lances adorned with intricate engravings. The variety of polearms on display showcased the rich tapestry of martial traditions from different lands and periods.

Despite the diversity in size, gender, and appearance, Raul sensed a common thread that connected them all. It was an indomitable spirit, a shared determination to stand firm in the face of adversity. Each statue seemed to radiate a presence that transcended the confines of the room, telling tales of valor and fortitude.

There was a Man with blonde shoulder length hair his appearance as if he was taken out of his prime as a knight. The man radiated charm and elegance like he was shining.

Another state was of a young man with long and white unkempt hair that almost appear transparent. His Gaze was like he saw deep into Raul's soul. The man gave of the same Aura of divinity that lady Loki gave yet it was weaker.

The third statue made Raul's heart beat quickly as he laid eyes on it. The satur depicted a women with long purple hair and red eyes. Wearing a full skin tight body suit.

The fourth statue was a remarkably handsome young man with quirky long hair combed backward in a rough fashion that has a strand hanging down his face. He wears a dark teal outfit.

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[ ] Vote for which lancer servant Raul Gets.

 

[Nerdycrow]

Status​

Status is the falna set as various parameters. Status is made up from basic abilities, development abilities, magic, skills, and the overall level. It manifests itself physically in a form similar to a tattoo as a mass of text with all its characteristics detailed, as well as the corresponding familia's emblem. In order to protect its valuable contents, Gods have developed a method by which they are able to hide their familia members' statuses, only revealing them for updates. However, since it is all written in hieroglyphs, the language of the Gods, very few mortals are actually able to read it. Only the respective patron God can unveil and update a person's status. Nonetheless, there exist items which allow others to do so, even if they aren't Gods themselves.

Level​

A level shows the rank of a person. It is the most important part of the status as a person is effectively superior to all those from lower levels in virtually every aspect. However, exceptions do exist as mages seemingly tend to fall behind in terms of physical prowess due to extremely low stats. MOT people never go past Level 1 and Currently there exists only One level 7.

Exelia​

Excelia is gained through actions, such as by fighting monsters. There are two types of excelia. The regular type is used by Gods to improve upon their followers' status other than level. Examples of this are unlocking certain development abilities that can be chosen to be obtained when leveling up, or to raise an adventurer's basic abilities. The second type is called high-rank excelia (上位の経験値エクセリア) and is used by Gods to level up their followers after enough has been accumulated. High-quality excelia is gained by accomplishing things that even the Gods would be impressed with, such as defeating stronger opponents.

Rank Up​

Rank Up is the act of ascending to a higher level. Just defeating monsters doesn't lead to a level up. To level up, one must have at least a D rank in one basic ability and accumulate enough high-quality excelia that it overflows one's container, thus enabling them to level up.

 

[Nerdycrow]

Raul stood in the grand throne room, his eyes fixated on the peculiar statue before him. Although the statue didn't resemble him, there was an inexplicable allure to it. As he observed the intricate details, a strange sensation washed over him, as if the statue held a hidden story. Suddenly, Raul's surroundings began to blur, and he found himself transported to a different time and place.

In his vision, Raul stood amidst a bustling battlefield, warriors clad in ancient armor fighting ferociously all around him. The clash of swords and the cries of combatants filled the air, immersing Raul in the chaos of a bygone era. He felt a sense of detachment, as if he was merely an observer in someone else's life.

As Raul surveyed the scene, his gaze fell upon a remarkable figure amidst the chaos. A warrior, different from the others, stood out with his extraordinary skills and unwavering determination. Raul could feel the weight of this warrior's emotions, his unyielding loyalty to an unknown cause.

Through the visions, Raul caught glimpses of the warrior's personal life. He witnessed tender moments with loved ones, a sense of familial connection that stirred his own heart. He also witnessed the warrior's struggles, the burdens he carried, and the sacrifices he made for others.

Each vision came in fragmented flashes, like pieces of a puzzle that Raul couldn't fully comprehend. He felt an inexplicable connection to this warrior, even though their appearances were vastly different. The visions left him with a sense of curiosity and a desire to understand the significance of what he had witnessed.

And then, just as Raul thought he had experienced the full extent of the visions, the connection between him and the ancient warrior transcended mere observation. The pain that surged through his body felt like a merging of souls, an intricate intertwining of their very essence. It was as if the warrior's spirit reached out to Raul, seeking to unite their souls across time and space.

The searing pain intensified, pulsating with a force that threatened to overwhelm Raul's senses. The weight of the warrior's experiences, his triumphs, and his sorrows pressed upon him, causing him to buckle under the sheer magnitude of it all. It was a moment of profound communion, an unspoken bond that transcended the limitations of their separate existences.

Raul clenched his fists, his face contorted in agony as the pain continued to escalate. It felt as though his soul was being stretched and pulled, as if he were being bound to something far beyond his comprehension. Waves of anguish coursed through him, causing him to gasp and stumble backward, clutching his chest in an attempt to quell the torment.

The pain was not merely physical; it transcended the boundaries of the flesh, delving into the depths of his essence. Raul could sense a profound weight, an immense presence that sought to merge with his very soul.

As the pain reached its zenith, the visions and sensations subsided, leaving Raul gasping for breath and trembling with newfound understanding. He felt the lingering presence of the ancient warrior within him, an echo of their connection imprinted upon his soul.

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Raul's eyes fluttered open, and as his vision adjusted to the surroundings, he realized he was in a room he had never seen before. Confusion washed over him as he sat up, taking in the unfamiliar furniture and decor. The room was devoid of any personal belongings or signs of occupancy.

A sense of unease crept up within Raul as he scanned the room. There was an eerie silence that hung in the air, broken only by the faint sounds of his own breathing. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his bare feet making contact with the cool, unfamiliar floor.

As he moved through the room he noticed a single window. Slowly opening the window Raul was greeted with a sight of the City of Orario. Now he could hear the chirping of the birds and see people going about their day.

Stepping behind he turned around and noticed a sheet. Making his way towards it Raul picked it up and instantly knew that this was his status sheet.

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Name : Raul Nord

Race : Human

Level 1

Stats

Strength I00
Defence I00
Dexterity I00
Agility I00
Magic I00

Spells
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Skills
Demi-Servant
• Allows user to Host a Heroic spirit
• gain a specific skill from said Heroic spirit
• Can ask the spirit to fight for the user

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Vote for which one Personal skill Raul gets from Karna.

[ ] Mana Burst (Fire)
[ ] Riding
[ ] Divinity
[ ] Discrement of the poor