Fate/Ragnarok Requiem.
Prologue.
The festival of Lights.
The City of LIGHTHALZEN.
Adventurers from all three continents of Rune-Midgard, The Republic of Schwartzvald & The Arunafeltz States gather setting aside their differences for the epic celebration of human spirit, glory and the triumph over the Satan Morroc. Its is a picture of sheer decadence. And the Rekenber Corporation has left no stone unturned to put on a show. They want to profess their supremacy after all.The heirless king of Rune-Midgard, King TRISTRAM III is dead.
And the Rekenber Corporation is eyeing the reins of power of control over Rune-Midgard. This is the most opportune time to make the move. Tristram's rule had kept their operations limited. Now, the full scale expansion could begin, the subjugation of Rune-Midgard.
But King Tristram III had not planned to let his kingdom be swallowed by the likes of the Rekenber Corporation. He had made a pact, a PACT with the GODS. And the Cruel gods had obliged. "You do not make a castle and defend it; you ride into your enemy's camp and slaughter their best. That is how you win a war." The gods had told Tristram when they made him the deal. And they did exactly that.
The city of Lighthalzen, a herald of decadence, a proud beacon of The Rekenber Corporation.
The gods kept their end of the deal.
It was as if THOR himself had come down to earth. And shattred it with his Mighty Mjolnir. To prove that they were still our gods.
The fun-filled city was ruined. And the Headquarters of the Rekenber Corporation was utterly destroyed. There was a sudden vaccum of power. And Chaos seemed to take over. Neither the capitalistically owned Schwartzvald nor Rune-Midgard had any clarity on whose orders to follow. And The Arunafeltz States had no intentions of putting itself into this power struggle. They rather wanted a new wielder of power for their own land. Thus, realizing their mistake, the gods decided to let these mortals decide their own fates, as they had indeed wanted.
And it shall be done through the time tested method. A battle, NAY! WAR!!! A WAR FOR SUPREMACY.
The winner of this war shall be the new king of the entire world.
And while most people left the ruined city of Lighthalzen, an ambitious few stayed back. There were only 7 of them. But they would not fight, not alone. For unknown to most, The Rekenber Corporation had been experimenting with human cloning for quite some time now. And they had replicated some of the most known specialists in their fields. Deep underground, in the Bio-labs. And after the shattering of the city's Soma-Dome, these tortured souls had somehow crept out of their confinements. Ungodly. The gods knew these creatures posed another threat to their devotion and decided to use them in this war instead, so most would die. And the only one who remained, The halls of Valhalla had echoed with Odin's maniacal laughter after a very very very long time then.
Saber: Whitesmith Howard Alt-Eisen
Archer: Sniper Cecil Damon.
Lancer: Egnigem Cenia.
Berserker: High Presitess Margaretha Sorin. [battle solo preist]
Rider: Lord Knight Seyrin Windsor.
Assassin: Assassin Cross Eremes Guile.
Caster: High Wizard Kathrynne Keyron.