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In that case, strike him from the record. He shall henceforth be replaced with all the sons of Feanor to be summoned sequentially as a single Berserker Servant.

-Phobos

Beowulf's Noble Phantasm is, surprisingly enough, *not* Grendel's arm. He does, however, throw his swords away and start wrastling people to death - at least, that's what he does in Fate/Grand Order. Also, fun fact about Beowulf - he's actually a very reasonable Berserker, due to his absolutely staggering Madness Enhancement rank of... E-.

Something about the Berserker class speaks to me. It says fear me. It says I am ripper, tearer, slasher, gouger. It says that mine is strenght and lust and power. For that reason, I will start the list of potential Berserkers with:

- Beowulf: After all, dude ripped a monster's arm off and beat him with it. Then he went after that monster's mom. Noble Phantasm: I dunno, some guy's arm, I guess?

- Anakin Skywalker: This guy killed a bunch of kids because...reasons? Noble Phantasm: Mask of Vader

- Pinkie Pie: Do I need to explain this one? Noble Phantasm: Whatever the hell she wants it to be.

- Angron, the 12th Primarch: He lives to fight. He wants nothing else in life. Noble Phantasm: Lord of the Red Sands

- Sloth (FMA): Lumbering brute. Just wants to sleep. Will beat you senseless if you anger him, but it's such a pain to move so much. Noble Phantasm: Ludicrous Speed

- The Juggernaut (Marvel): Unstoppable is his middle name. Only suited for breaking rocks with his head, which he is really good at. Noble Phantasm: Unstoppable Force

That's a good start to the list. There are likely more that I can't think of at the moment.

-Phobos

Death was a shadow. It was cast by Life, sweet, bright Life, for without him, Death had no meaning.

Death was empty. In the beginning - was there a beginning? Yes, there had to have been - before it had tasted of Life, it hadn't even known it was empty. But then had come that first time one of her had come into Death, and Death realized all that it was not.

Death was alone. It was, by nature, an ender, a destroyer, and it could not do otherwise. It wandered, and as it wandered, all it approached withered and were taken into it.

Death was weeping. It could not stop its consumption, for when it tried the hunger grew and grew and grew until it went mad with it, rampaging across the world of their children, taking all without regard for age or race of sex until it was sated.

Death was hidden. It walked across the world taking only one or two of her children at a time, wondering why it, the destroyer, was the only thing that could not be destroyed.

Death was found. Death was found by he who it had seen and thought beautiful from the moment of its birth, she whose children it had devoured, and tried to flee, fearing his wrath.

Death was held. Though it struggled, it could not break free, and felt itself, by its nature, begin to consume this glorious being, the one without whom Death might, at last, die.

Death was overwhelmed. For the first time in its long existence, it understood itself. It saw how, when in Death's presence, Life was faster, kinder, sweeter, brighter - how Life was More than he ever could have been alone.

Death was filled. For in Life's infinite being, it had found the answer to its infinite nothing, and while it could not choose to leave her children be, it knew, at last. It knew, and it would never be alone, for now they could be there with it, to

Death was infinite. And within infinity were all who had ever been brought forth by Life, born again into new selves made of Death, to be as the children once had been before Death, to be reunited with those lost to Death, and, one day, perhaps, to be released from Death.

Death was nothing. Death was everything. Death was happy.

((Did I turn describing Death as a character into a story anyways? Yes, yes I did. I don't know why. ... Aaaaaaaugh I'm going to go bury my head in a hole in the ground before somebody starts lighting this on fire.))

... something about the way you describe Nune makes me feel like instead of the classic Presence Concealment, or perhaps in addition to it, he would have the Espionage skill - you may notice him, but after all, he's just a geek in a pinstripe suit. What's he gonna do?

So here's the plan: Win over what allies we can, hopefully as many as three—the Grail seems to manifest with that many Servants remaining. Let the rest fight it out like they're so determined to do. It's almost guaranteed that most of the people who choose to get involved in the war are ruthless and fixed on their own goals, so that's likely to be the majority. It sucks, but so does the whole thing in the first place.

I thought about the possibility of disabling other teams by persuading the Masters to give up their command seals, too, but that doesn't seem to dissolve the contract, so might not be all that effective.

In any case, no deceit is required. Just the right words in the right ears.

~Neshomeh

The Timekeeper was not Death, as humans invisioned it, but it was one of the entities in charge of death. The Timekeeper, along with the two Archivists, kept track of when and where deaths would occur. The Timekeeper currently liked to take the shape of a small figure shrouded in black robes, and flitted around the room to constantly check the state of various soul channeling objects- small candles, a few hourglasses, the newer souls mostly having alarms. Needless to say, it was quite a large room. The Timekeeper interacted only with the Archivists, sending the twins messages in some undefined way whenever a soul was snuffed out. They were constantly in motion, which was a good thing, considering what they did. The Timekeeper was also thankful for their lack of need for sleep, which was quite convenient for their job, but Archivists thought that they probably needed an assistant.

Just the couple of lines where the SW gets in, and then remove any mentions of people getting up from the table, of which there are only two. It's a small price to pay for making your agents actually look just confused rather than like Kat is luring the SW into a trap from the get-go.

Fear not the rewrite, in any case. This is an easy fix. You'll almost certainly be faced with more challenging ones in the future as you write longer, more complicated stories. Best start learning to love the process. {= )

~Neshomeh

There's a phenomenon in Civ 5 called the Carpet Of Doom, in which a high-level AI builds up a frighteningly vast military and shows up with it basically covering most of the map. I think this is what's happening.

Also, you're more vulnerable to teleporters than you think. Your clan might not be bound to the rules, but your Kelda is. You're going to need at least some manner of bodyguard, and against a Ruler class, you might not be able to muster enough defence to ensure the Kelda's safety.

The Great Spire was so high that the top couldn't be made out through the clouds. True, it had seen better days: the team hired to clean it seventy years ago were now far too geriatric to climb up and scrub the bird poo off so its original stone-grey shine had long since faded.

But its height alone granted it a presence that other monuments didn't have. People had tried to climb it, but no-one had ever made it to the top.

No-one knew who had put it there, or why, or how. It had just appeared one night a century ago. Nothing one day, there the next. Rumour said that one day it would disappear just as it had appeared, but there was no sign of that happening.

The Great Spire lived on, just like the people in the town.

... I say 'entertainment'.

Also: you say 'ruler', my Feegles say 'Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master!'

^_^

hS

That if the Grail thinks that one of the masters is cheating, it tends to fight back, which means that in our PPC Grail War we met get a Ruler Class summoned which throws everything for a loop.

Specifically the original Kelda Tiffany Aching met, but a bit earlier in her timeline (so she's not about to die).

Going off this thread she's probably a Caster, but it doesn't really matter, because her first move is to call for the rest of the clan.

Who have the canonical ability to step between worlds.

And therefore will come in actual person, not as summoned spirits, and will therefore not be bound by any of the rules you're thinking of.

(To quote 8Bit Theatre's Black Mage, more years ago than I can count: "Gonna cheat, gonna cheat, gonna cheat!")

Admittedly they're not going to do what I say, but I imagine the Kelda (who's still a summon) can at least point them in the right direction for me. There's fightin' to be done, right?

Nac Mac Feegle wha hae!

hS

It would be good for Sues, but I don’t think Edward could stop himself using it on the Flowers, and they’d soon confiscate it anyway. I don’t have anyone I want to die ironically so I’ll just use it to avoid death traps.

This thing is kind of heavy, though...

For the second prompt, I imagine that Edward and Kay are initially just confused, and they invite her in because they’re not sure what else. Plus, changing that means I have to rewrite the whole prompt.

The “with a good heart” part sounds... challenging. It’s hard to read badfic cheerfully. I’ll give it a go though!

*evil laugh*

I haven’t actually had time to learn how to blow this thing or get messengers to do it for me...

Anyway, thank you!

Sherlock Holmes (Ruler), since House and Holmes are basically the same person.

His skills would probably be Natural Insight, which basically functions as you described.

He would probably have Deductive Reasoning which in the Fate World (at least FGO) which would translate knowing where better to strike and make it easier to resist enemy effects.

I would also guess he has Intuition as a skill as well basically translate to hitting more vulnerable targets, perhaps with surgical precision.

Noble Phantasm would probably make his base attacks stronger or his master's mage craft stronger.

Headcanon frelling accepted, that's amazing. Love me some Alfred, and of course he'd be a wizard-- nobody fends off the Dark Ages by introducing literacy on an unparalleled scale and hasn't taken the Oath.

I'm really enjoying this so far.

Naturally, I remember almost none of what we came up with, but let's start with the easy ones:

Jenni: Obvious Caster is obvious. Obvious Reality Marble is also obvious. Not that it will help you get out once you're in it...

Gall: Rider, with her dragon as her Noble Phantasm.

Derik: Three possibilities:
- Original Recipe: Rider, with Noble Phantasm like above.
- Extra Crispy: Berserker, what with trading sanity for smashing things with a hammer being his current MO. His Noble Phantasm means he sometimes comes over all Opera-Ghosty and might strangle things with a guitar string from the shadows instead.
- Honey Glazed: Saber. Smashing things with a hammer while perfectly sane and possibly reading your emotions to get the upper hand. Noble Phantasm... I dunno, this character arc is only just starting. ^_^; There is an idea I'm toying with: You know that "trading an eye for wisdom" thing? That is totally what happened to him in the Reality Room. It wasn't deliberate, but it's funny as heck now that I'm aware of it. So like, to extend that theme, maybe some sort of trade-off of present perception for greater awareness? I'unno.

Nume: Assassin. He will sneak up on you and jab you with a syringe full of liquid salt, and you'll never see it coming. He's just a geek in a pinstripe shirt. His Noble Phantasm is encyclopedic knowledge of anything he gets a chance to study. Yes, he's been studying you. No, you don't get any last words. Shh, shh. Only dreams now.

Ilraen: We debated this one a bit, but I think he's a Saber. It suits his personality, and the blade comes attached! I haven't figured out a Noble Phantasm yet.

I don't have time to get into skills and all the rest, but if you want to, have at it!

~Neshomeh

Saitama, from One Punch Man.

The raw power on display in OPM makes it a prime candidate for entry into the Nasuverse and, well, there's already a Grail Wish that'd get Saitama on board:

He wants a challenge. The Grail can give him one, even if the War can't.

God help us all.

Prompt 1: Death
All information on the (now deceased) entity known as Death was given to us by the (also deceased) entity known as Knowledge and as such can't be corroborated, but is held as true nevertheless.

Death had no shape. At least, not as our senses bound by mere three dimensions could envision a being that inhabited the fabric of dimensions the way we inhabit the fabric of planets.
Like the rest of its race, Death was an abstract given entity (or an entity given abstract?).
Knowledge knew it as a very patient and friendly being; it was a finality everything and everyone would eventually stand before as equals, regardless of their deeds in life.

Prompt 2: the Monument
The Spiral Staircase, or the Staircase of the Gods, is a staircase in the shape of a helix measuring 70m tall and 20m wide. It is built from stones, each being 50cm tall, 50cm thick and 1m long and weighing an estimated 70kg.

The monument was built by the Pirite civilization to their pantheon, a race of beings collectively known as the Piras. The Pirites believed that their gods would one day return to the Earth "taking a twisting path" from the Heavens, which explains the shape of the structure.

Prompt 3: the Umbrella
When folded, it's a simple white umbrella. When unfolded, however, it starts floating in midair and moves not unlike a jellyfish.