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Back To School
Shinji tentatively followed after the beggar, still having lingering doubts that this was real. And yet, the thought of gaining the power to bring up his family's name... he continued to follow the off putting man. They went all the way to the center of the wooded area of the park. Of course, this sparked a slight nervousness and brought back renewed doubts. What if it was another magus that lured him here?
"To be honest," he told himself, "Not very likely." The Matou have been in decline for many years now. Why would anyone remember it? This in turn refreshed his resolved to see his family's prestige rise to power once again. It was then he realized the beggar had stopped. It was as if he was frozen in place. Shinji also realized something odd as well; the absence of familiar insect sounds. It was silent... still... it felt unnatural...
Without warning, the dirty man in front of him let out a shrill cry and arced back, his head snapping backwards and strange purple and red lights suddenly exploded in front of the body. He watched as the man fell forward; he then became stunned with horror as the body, clothes and all, suddenly began rapidly decaying before his very eyes. The ground rippled, the dust seeping and swirling into the dirt until it was no more. He took a few gingerly steps forward when the ripples stopped.
"What... what was that..." he thought, a multitude of emotions racing through him. And then he froze. He watched with morbid curiosity as a book slowly rose out of the earth, the ground behaving unnaturally like water around it. It began to ascend into the air, stopping only at chest height. It looked quite disgusting with its skin-like cover. He reached out and touched it. He recoiled in alarm when it did feel like human skin, "Who... what... made this?"
It suddenly flipped open and he began to feel confusion being mixed in. Why were the pages blank? To his fright, black lines suddenly appeared on it to form words.
Finally, it read, I have found my Master...
What?
"Master? Me?" Shinji sputtered out, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Yes... out of all that resides in this city, you are the most suitable to wield me.
"Why me?" he questioned it.
You responded. I have seen your dreams. Your wishes. Your innermost desires. They shall come true.
"Truly?" he sounded, unable to believe what he was reading. This... book, was telling him the he could succeed? But how... he still did not know how it was made, but if it could truly give him power... this... was what he had been looking for.
Yes, Master. Take me and I shall demonstrate to you.
It then closed and pushed itself against him. A bit too hard, as he fell over backwards. At the same time, he heard a strange humming sound and for a second, he thought something had flashed by above him... where his head was.
"Leave the book, Mon-keigh," a voice suddenly ordered him, the cold duality somehow frightening him to the core, "It was not made by material hands. It must be destroyed before it brings any harm to this world."
Shinji sat up and gaped. It was clad in dark armor. Streamlined. Beautiful. Unnatural. Black as night. White as the snow. Blue glowing runes decorated its protection. The faint humming sound came from the weapon, a long white spear with gemmed decorations. A weapon now pointed at him. His pulse raced and he looked around him to plot his escape. This was no ordinary person. He could somehow feel it.
"Foolish Mon-keigh!" it said as it as it suddenly surged forward, "If you covet this power so, then you shall perish with it!"
He shrieked. He couldn't move; his body froze in fright, his arms gripping the ghoulish book tightly, his eyes widening as the spear moved as if in slow motion. Closer. closer.
The harsh sound of metal striking metal rang through his ears. The point was turned aside by another blade as it suddenly appeared. Still frozen, his head turned ever so slightly to the side to see a coated man stepping in front of him. A vaguely familiar one. And yet, he looked different. The Servant was wearing his mask. A mask shaped into a human skull. A jet black human skull.
"I think it is best you leave now, my Master's brother," Assassin told him, standing calmly in front of him as he kept his eyes trained on the enemy Servant. The young man nodded rapidly as he clumsily tried to get away.
"No! It must be destroyed!"
As he slowly picked up speed, he glanced back. The unknown Servant had dashed to the side, attempting to get around the foster sister's Servant. Another glance showed him how it succeeded, but her Servant able to keep up by flitting in and out of the shadows. He kept running, able to see the clearing beyond. A third glance spurned him to run even faster; the sight of the spear suddenly soaring through the air, aimed straight at him, sent terror racing through his body. And for the second time, clashing metal echoed through the stillness of the dark forest. Turning for another brief look, he saw Assassin in his immediate wake; the spear sailing through the air, neatly landing into it's owners hands as it moved swiftly through the woods seemingly unhindered by anything in its path.
Bursting out past the treeline, Shinji slowed down to halt, his tiredness catching up with him. He turned round and walked backwards very slowly, his ragged breath forming mist in front of his mouth, his chest heaving as to draw in more air. A black flash later, Assassin stood in front of him, his blade ready to react. The enemy Servant ran out seconds later, his eyes catching on the the fading glow of white on its feet. His heart began to race again. How much longer can he endure before his could no longer run? Where was the fairness in that?
Suddenly, he could feel the book begin to tremble. Surprised, he did not say or do anything as the book suddenly flew up and hovered in front of him. It flipped open. And all he knew after that was pink and red.
The flash of bright lights faded away, leaving the two Servants at the edge of the clearing. Slowly, the armored Lancer lifted her spear and pointed it to him. "You do not know what you have done, Mon-keigh spirit," she declared with certainty.
"What I have done..." he rebutted calmly, "... is my duty. My Master asked me to look out for him... no, ordered me, to look out for him. And so I did."
With a flick of her wrist, she brought her weapon back down to her side. "You have doomed this world, " she told him with conviction as she faded to spirit form in her departure.
Heavy steps moved with haste through the halls, the owner of those feet sliding to a halt at the entrance to the living room. Shirou came upon Sakura leaning against the tatami door, on the floor and in shock. Rin was kneeling in front of her, looking concerned while Luvia looked on in curiosity. Saber was still seated, not truly reacting to what had happened before her.
"Sakura? What happened?" he asked quickly as he knelt next to her. He got a shaking head as a reply.
"It... it's alright, Senpai," she haltingly assured him, "I... no, everything is fine. Nii-san was able to get away... I think... it was Lancer."
"Huh? Now why would Lancer chase after him?" asked the Tohsaka aloud, "He isn't a Master or anything noteworthy."
"He... he had this strange book with him," she said as she tried to recall what she saw through her Servant's eyes, "It was... well, she attacked him for it... like she wanted to destroy it?"
"That certainly is odd," quipped the Edelfelt, "Perhaps he stumbled upon a grimoire of sorts? However, why would anyone hide a grimoire here of all places?"
"Uh... well, at least Shinji is safe," the red head finally said after his confusion on the topic. Then, everyone heard the doorbell ring again. "I... I'll answer that. Please excuse me."
"Well, enough talking about your brother," the twin tailed magus said once Shirou was gone, "Come, we should settle down and continue our discussion."
"Quite," agreed the blonde with narrowed eyes while taking her place at the table, "You seem to be quite friendly with her, Rin."
"Huh, so what if I am, Edelfelt?" the former retorted with a smirk, "Representatives from the founding families have to stick together when faced with outsiders coming to compete for the Grail after all."
"Ah, hello... Saber," greeted the violet haired girl as she seated herself opposite the Servant, "My name is Matou Sakura... er, Assassin's Master."
"You have my gratitude, Sakura," the Servant of the Sword stated, "My thanks for not attacking my Master on sight."
"What? No, no, no, no, no," she protested in shock, "I would never do anything to hurt Senpai."
"I see," the Servant mused calmly, "Then I would apologize if my words troubled you so."
"Still straight to the point, Saber."
Everyone turned to the hall. Shirou stood behind the former Archer, now known as Noel Mackenzie. The officer walked over and sat herself at the table, drawing curious and wary looks. The silence was kept up even when the young red head took his seat at the table.
"So, what was so important that you asked me to gather as many of the Masters I know of?" asked Rin, ending the silence.
"The Grail is tainted," the former Servant said, calmly holding up her right hand, "I know all of you have many questions, but please hear me out." Getting no reply but everyone's full attention, she continued, "Saber, remember what Caster said? That some sort of change required his death?" Getting a tense nod from the referred Servant, she explained, "I believe he placed a curse upon himself, a curse that came to full power after dying. I think it was that curse that tainted the Grail. I think... that was what your Master saw, what Emiya's father saw. I think that's why he commanded you to do what you did. And... I think I saw it too. I saw my darkest memories brought to life, brought back to torture me..."
"Do you mean to stop the War under this pretense?" questioned Luvia with a frown, seemingly unconvinced, "You do know that some of us have many things that relies on winning the War."
"I know that. I know that both Masters and Servants have their own wishes riding on winning," Noel stated calmly, showing her understanding of the situation, "But... I don't think anyone here would risk damning ourselves just for one wish."
"What if there was a way to remove the curse..."
"You've never seen the full extent of Caster's power," the officer interrupted the Tohsaka's question, "I know you remember meeting him, right? That was just what a fraction of what he has. He can do more than that... much more. Saber and I have seen it ourselves. A curse of this effect would be easy for him."
A fist slammed lightly against the table, drawing all eyes onto Shirou's Servant. "To think... all this time... I have been casting blame on your father, Shirou," she muttered, her stern face looking down at the table, "All this time, it was Caster... that fiend..."
"Huh? What does this have to do with my dad?" asked the red head, forehead slightly creasing in puzzlement.
"Your father tried to destroy the Grail and failed," Noel informed them, everyone having shocked looks on their faces, "He failed, and the Grail struck back."
"So... the fire..."
"Yes," she replied to Sakura, "It was the tainted Grail's fault." Silence fell, everyone trying to process the stunning revelation. Shirou was especially hard hit by this fact, looking down to his clenching hands. The violet haired girl could only watch, wanting so much to comfort him but didn't want to be seen as impolite. The other two magi were thoughtful, sporting minor frowns on their faces.
"Odd... that Fake Priest didn't mention this sort of thing," Rin muttered under her breath.
"Fake Priest?" asked the blonde officer.
"You don't know?" asked the puzzled girl, her eyes going slightly wide in curiosity, "I thought you knew. Father had Kirei Kotomine become my guardian in his passing. He is also currently the mediator of the War."
The former Servant froze. Such an action did not go unnoticed; Saber also had a similar reaction, but decided not to voice it out. It was a matter she could deal with later. Noel had no such restrictions.
"I see..." she said with her brow furrowed, eyes closed in thought. Opening them, she continued, "Well, I do hope you take my warning to heart. I have to search for three more pairs to warn. Until then, stay safe." She then rose from her seated position and excused herself. The current occupants watched as she left.
"I find her reaction odd," Luvia first spoke up after the former Servant had left, "She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't."
"Hmph, I suppose I'll try and worm it out of her later," stated Rin after some thought. Then she said, "Right, what about living accommodations?"
"Ah... I can help you choose a room, Rin-senpai," said Sakura as she raised her hand, "Well, before I go home..."
"Ah, thank you, Sakura," the twin tailed magus giving her a grateful smile. Then, turning to Shirou, "Now, what about Saber?"
"Eh?"
"Even though we know Assassin wouldn't harm you, a Servant must always stay close to their Master for the Master's protection," she lectured him, her right hand pointed up in emphasis while her left cradled her right arm, "Thus, it would be best if she stayed close to you at all times, even when you rest."
"Wh-what? Wait, she can't stay with me in my room," protested the young man hurriedly, "It wouldn't be right."
"But it is for your safety, Shirou," rebutted Luvia.
"But..." he started to say again, but his weak protests fell under the expectant gazes of the others. "I... Saber... she can stay in the room next to mine," he finally said, flushing as he looked away.
"Right. Let's leave these two alone and you can show me around the outside rooms, Sakura," declared Rin as she stood up.
"But... I don't see any of your luggage, Rin-senpai," stated the violet haired girl as she followed after.
"Oh, don't worry about that," the former said with a smirk, "I have someone all ready to bring them to me when I tell him to."
She dashed through the air, guns in hand. She leaped from house to house. She flew through the air and raced atop the bridge. Noel had only one destination in mind. And she was troubled.
"Should I have told her?" she wondered. That thought seeped through her mind intermittently as she traversed speedily through the city. While she felt that Rin had to know about it, she was... afraid of how the young Tohsaka would react.
"Magus or not, she would want revenge over his betrayal," she mused further as she came up to the road leading up to the church. She landed and continued running, having run out of stepping stone buildings. "Even though she deserves to know," she continued as she came up to the religious building, "His death is also on my hands. After all these years, it's time to redeem myself."
She slowed down to a walk and slowly reached for the door, pushing it open gently. The church seemed deserted; it was only lit by moonlight through the large open windows by the sides. Cautiously, she walked up to the aisle towards the altar. After a few feet, she stopped.
"Kotomine!" she shouted, "I know you're here. Show yourself!"
"You are quite bold to come here yourself, Archer."
She spun quickly spun around. There he was, standing in the doorway. He had changed quite a bit since they last met. He grew out his hair, which had darkened, and his skin had become lighter... paler even. He was slightly taller and now wore a cassock over his priestly attire. Frowning, she aimed Bolverk at him.
He chuckled darkly and said sneeringly, "So, you've come to avenge your Master. Quite a long time for you to hold a grudge. Had you not the courage to do it quickly? Or have you been enjoying your life at his expense?"
A shot rang out. Bolverk's barrels smoked. The priest was unharmed, his left arm raised up, three blades between his fingers. "How dare you say that..." she muttered aloud, her anger slowly simmering, "You have no idea what I've been through."
"Hmph, even if such things do not truly matter to me," the priest said with a faint smirk, his arm coming back to his side but bringing out more blades in his right, "I know very well what you have been through. I must be aware of all my enemies, after all."
Noel gave him a venomous glare. A second later she leaped at him, rolling mid air to aim and shoot him. He dashed back and counter charged, slashing in front of him as she landed. Leaping backward, she yelled, "Chamber Shot!" The dual revolvers morphed into a shotgun. The blast itself was blocked, all six blades held in front of the priest in an X formation. Not letting up, she let of a few shots with the reverted revolvers and advanced, throwing out her left one. It spun like a saw blade, grinding against the priest's makeshift shield before it stopped. It landed perfectly in her hand and she pulled the trigger.
"Optic Barrel!"
The shot sent him skidding back a few feet. He stopped guarding and threw all six blades at her; at the same time he rushed forward with his fists at the ready. Six well placed shots scattered the blades. She leaped over him.
"Revolver Blast!"
She landed facing the exit. She knew all four shots connected. She breathed in deep and let it out as she stood up. The traitor is...
"Was that all?"
Her eyes widened. It felt as if her heart had skipped a beat. There was no way. Even if he had been wearing some sort of protection beneath his clothes, surely the shot to the head would have killed him instantly. She spun around, unable to believe that he was still...
He was still alive. He was still standing, looking at her with mocking eyes. And yet, she also noticed a dark substance slowly retreating back behind his head. She then took a step back when she also saw four dark and shadowy snakes with bright red eyes rising above him. Those four heads then charged at her just as he adjusted his cassock. She quickly dashed backwards, putting a little more distance between them before she started shooting. Bursting outside, she began her a furious dance.
The first one she leaped overhead, the shots killing it instantly. The second she sidestepped just as she landed and aimed to the ground, a large spike of energy shooting up and splitting it down the middle.
"Fenrir!"
The third was pumped full of lead.
"Nemesis Stabilizer!"
The fourth tried attacking from above. Its head exploded into a fine black mist which quickly dissipated.
She was breathing hard. She fought to get it under control. She focused her attention to the priest, who had just stepped outside. "How..."
"Oh? I suppose I can answer that one," the priest stated with a serene smile that held dark meanings. He pressed a hand against his chest and replied, "This? It was a a helpful tool given freely to me by the Grail. Just as your life has been given to you."
"You..." she growled at him. "A gift from the Grail? Does this mean he has Assassin's powers?" she wondered in horror. And then she became shocked when a large shadow suddenly reached out from the ground and engulfed her whole.
The large dragon's head snapped shut. The priest smiled and stated, "May God have mercy on your soul."
The head suddenly exploded, much to his surprise. As the dust lowly settled, it revealed a rather wrecked courtyard. The former Servant nowhere to be seen.
The priest frowned and muttered, "It seems you have given me some extra work to do, Archer."
The door opened and shut. Heavy breaths could be heard taken in. A thud on the door and the sound of rustling fabric sliding over wood. A subdued metallic clang on the concrete floor of the small walkway.
Slowly, Noel got up and tiredly dragged her feet to the toilet. She had a feeling it was going to hurt like hell. After using Thor to escape the attack, she ran all the way home to the Mackenzie house, now her place. The two old folks died a peaceful death a few years ago and most of everything they had, she got, including the house and its contents. All other monetary assets went to their son back in Canada. Everything had progressed without a hitch and now she had the house to herself.
The toilet door was pushed open and she now leaned against the semi tiled wall.
"Bolverk... Deactivate."
Her guns faded away, gone in wisps of blue dust. She slid down to the tiled floor, tiredness flooding her body in waves. Then, she felt a churning in her stomach. Quickly pushing herself over to the toilet bowl, she hurled out whatever was left inside. It only lasted a few seconds. Breathing heavily, she noted that pain had started accompanying the tiredness. She sighed. She was no stranger to pain. That said, she was much tougher when Bolverk was active. But, right now, she has to do all she can to minimize power consumption.
"Still, there is ten years worth of savings still available for me," she mused as she grimaced at another wave of pain as she dragged herself to her feet, "They are better used for future battles."
She grit her teeth and trudged to her bed, thanking her lucky stars she had applied for leave in advance.
She rang the doorbell and began unlocking the door while humming a tune. She entered. She closed the door. She exchanged shoes for indoor slippers.
"Oh, good morning."
Sakura looked up to find Luvia standing before her, looking all ready to leave the house.
"Good morning, Luvia-senpai," she returned the greeting politely, "Why are you leaving so soon? Breakfast hasn't been prepared yet."
"There's no need for that," the blonde explained, "I am just returning to my house for a quick meal before leaving for school, as I have always done. It will be interesting though, to see if Rin comes to school on time now that she is staying here."
As if on cue, the girl in question plodded around the corner, looking quite out of it. She paused to glance at them and muttered, "... too early for this..." before heading inside the bathroom.
"... I have a feeling I will be reaching there first," said the latter, the former returning her stare. Soon after, there was a knock on the door. "Ah, that must be the driver," she exclaimed with a smile. Turning to Sakura, she told her, "You know... you may have a head start, but I will win him over."
"Eh?" sounded the violet haired girl, looking shocked. Deep down, she understood what the blonde was talking about.
"Don't give me that look. I know you understand," Luvia stated with a sense of superiority, "Just as I will triumph over Rin, I will triumph over you as well." She then left the house, only pausing to say, "Good bye," on the way out.
She stared at the ground with a frown, her hands clenched by her side. Then, she looked up, her face determined. She headed straight to the living room and into the currently unmanned kitchen, with a promise she made to herself.
"I... I will not lose..."
"Don't you think you were a bit harsh on her?" chided Rider as he leaned back on the sofa.
"Certainly not," she retorted as she spread butter on her croissant, "All is fair in love and war, is it not? Besides, I thought it was only right to let her know I will be competing."
He let out a sigh, looked to the ceiling and said, "Che, not like I can do anything to make you do otherwise." Turning back to her after a moment, he asked, "Right, on to other stuff. Mind giving me a loan?"
"... Excuse me?" she questioned just as she was about to take a sip of her tea, "Why in the world would you ask for money?"
"Well... I don't know... I'd like to have a look around in the day time... you know, see the sights," he tried to explain, "Sure, scouting at night is fine, but I'd like to think I could do a lot more than that in the daytime. And yeah, the money is for blending in... food and all."
"... I suppose it wouldn't hurt," she muttered as she mulled over his suggestion, "It may prove to be useful down the line... I'll let my butler know. You may ask him for the money."
"Thanks," he said with a grin.
"Please, have a seat, Rin. Breakfast will be ready soon," announced Sakura as she busied herself with the finishing touches. She commandeered the kitchen after having persuaded Shirou to go and clean up after noticing he was not in his uniform.
"Sakura, you know I don't usually eat breakfast," her former sister replied, yet still seating herself at the table.
"... but breakfast is the most important meal of the day," she said in surprise, placing the pot of cooked rice near the table, "And... we can eat as a family for once..."
"... Fine... I suppose I would like to try your cooking," the twin tailed magus relented.
The violet haired girl just smiled. Then, the owner of the house stepped into the room.
"Ah, sorry to bother you with the cooking, Sakura," the red head said as he seated himself.
"Ah, please don't worry about it, Senpai. This is my job," she assured him as she served him a bowl of rice," Here you go, Senpai." She then prepared another bowl and handed it to the other girl, "Here you are, Rin-senpai." Getting a muttered thanks, she proceeded to serve the other dishes before serving herself some rice.
"Come to think of it, this is quite a wonderful setting," commented Rin with a sudden, sly smile, "You make a good wife, Sakura." This brought out a rather crimson blush.
"Tohsaka, please stop teasing our kouhai," he told her with a stern look, bringing out a demure smile from the Matou.
"Hai, hai, I'll just eat breakfast then," she said with a smirk as she picked up her chopsticks.
Silence fell, with only the clicking of chopsticks present while they ate their breakfast. And then, Shirou suddenly stopped, his forehead creasing.
"Senpai? Um, was the fish seasoned too strongly?" asked Sakura, noticing his actions.
"No, it's fine," he assured her, still thinking hard, "But... I feel like I'm forgetting something..." He set his bowl and chopsticks down and crossed his arms over his chest. Everyone else stopped eating and looked at him in puzzlement. "Oh well, it probably wasn't that important," he concluded. Just as he was about to pick up his eating utensils...
"Morning! Man, I slept in."
Taiga Fujimura came in with loud footsteps. Shirou suppressed a sigh.
"Shirou. Food," she said as she sits down in her usual place at the table.
"Good morning, Fujimura-sensei," greeted both girls politely.
"Here you go, Sensei," continued Sakura as she handed the bowl of rice to the teacher with a smile, "It's not much but please have some."
She quietly takes the bowl and starts to eat, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as she ate. Everyone else continued their meal in silence as well. "Hey, Shirou. Why is Tohsaka-san here?" she whispered to the boy after finishing her first bowl.
"That's because she is staying here now," he whispered back as he picked up another piece of fish. However, the whispers were somewhat loud enough for the other two girls to hear.
"Oh, I see. Tohsaka-san sure does some strange things," the teacher surmised as she continued eating. The two girls glanced at each other, and as if in silent agreement, quietly set down the bowls and chopsticks.
"Yeah, she's weird. She's very different outside school," he affirmed, not aware of the hole he was digging himself into. Rin slowly inched away to the side. Sakura moved slightly backward in her seat.
"I see... so she's staying here, huh?" mulled Taiga as she too slowly set her bowl and chopsticks down on the table. Slowly, her hands moved and gripped the underside of the table. And suddenly...
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'STAYING HERE', SHIROU!?"
Commentary:-
Welcome back, readers, to another chapter of Fate/New Game Plus. After a delay due to Chinese New Year, it is finally here! We now reveal the Book of Chaos! Yes, it is time to put Shinji into trouble. Of course, nothing ever ends well for heretics... then again, it all goes according to the Architect's plan, do they not? Noel also reveals the Grail's condition and after tossing theories around, moves on to try and assassinate Kirei. But... we all know nothing is as they seem, and Kirei sows even more confusion. And the next morning, Luvia throws down the gauntlet. Sakura may possibly have an uphill task, but do not count out her determination, especially when her beloved Senpai is involved. And finally...
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Taiga strikes again! The most epic of table flips!
Man, I had so much fun writing this chapter, I've decided to give you a present, dear readers.
Servant - Lancer
Identity - Farseer Taldeer of Craftworld Ulthwe, also known as Taldeer the Dreamer
Game - DoW:Winter Assault, DoW: Dark Crusade (as well as multiple other sources from tabletop)
Strength - B
Endurance - B
Agility - B
Mana - A
Luck - D
Noble Phantasm - A
Skills
Magic Resistance - C
Independent Action - D
Eldar Psychic Powers - EX. Farseers are unparalleled masters of divination, interpreting one future from a myriad of possible ones. It is they who direct their people, protecting them from disasters that have not yet occurred, and protecting the existence of the race as a whole. Without them, the species would surely be extinct.. Lancer is one of the handful of farseers in Craftworld Ulthwe and her psychic capabilities are beyond human understanding. Lancer has access to many powers that both aid allies and harm enemies. Lancer is also able to make use of Seer Runes, runes unique only to her kind. Similar to Expert of Many Specializations.
Noble Phantasm
Wraithbone, Crystal of the Warp - B. A psycho-plastic substance that majorly forms both Lancer's armor and weapons.
Singing Spear, Echoes of Death - B, Anti-Unit Type. A heavily, psychically impregnated weapon used by Lancer. The name is from the constant drone it emits whenever held by a psyker.
Until next time! And as always, please read and review, would you kindly...
PS:- I had much trouble deciding where to place Eldar Psychic Powers. On one hand, it blanket covers a plethora of skills that affect both mental and physical for both herself and others. Hence, similar to Expert of Many Specializations. On the other hand, the powers that she does have are unique only to her and the Eldar. Powers that are on a whole different level. In the end, I put it under Noble Phantasm. But, I would like to know what the readers think. Should it be under Noble Phantasm? Skills? Please tell me your reasoning in the reviews.
Update: Psychic Powers moved to Skills. Thanks for your feedback.