A blonde-haired woman walked down the road towards a rundown church in a relatively unknown village of Romania. Her hair, held in a long braid, swayed to her movements. The Holy Maiden of Orleans entered the former place of worship, now a hangout spot for delinquents and criminals. She was careful not to step in any glass as she walked towards the back of the church which was thankfully relatively unmarred.
She heaved a sigh, slightly exasperated of the lack of information and the anomalies already present in this Great Holy Grail War. Two sides of fourteen servants, the Grail already being in the possession of the Black faction, and now this. The consciousness of the Grail had instructed her to summon her own faction to act as her enforcers.
This predicament had led to her command seals effect towards the other faction servants to be only available on her own faction.
She had followed the Grail's instructions and stopped at this church on her way to Trifas. She walked around the spacious but mostly empty room, looking for anything that might aid her in summoning her heroes.
She continued to search for any trace of a concealed summoning circle or anything really until her foot got caught in a crack in the pavement and made her trip.
"Meep" Her voice betrayed her as she let out a sound of surprise. As she fell, she tried to grab onto the table to her right, but all that did was bring the table and everything on it down with her.
"Itai! Itai! Itai!" She held her knee while rolling on the ground in slight pain until she noticed what had fallen out of the boxes. Catalysts. A lot of them. She stood up wide eyed at the number and variety of servants the relics of old could summon.
Suddenly, the Grail inputed more commands in her mind. "Choose seven catalysts and head to Bucharest to summon them."
Jeanne looked at all the catalysts on the ground and thought to herself.
"How should I choose!? There are so many!"
She looked around and two of them caught her attention. They had an aura around them...She could feel how ancient they were. She took the blob of clay and the wooden box with a withered snake skin inside and placed them neatly in one of the empty boxes of the room. She continued to search and chose a necklace, a piece of armour that still seemed to shine with a holy brilliance, a purple and pink flower that was overflowing with mana, a stone tablet and a sword shard that seemed to scream with the presence of death.
The Maid of Orleans stacked them neatly in the box and started on her way back outside while holding the boxe and her bag filled with her, or more specificaly Laeticia's, stuff.
Two days later.
The Ruler servant of the Great Holy Grail War looked at the group of servants before her with a bewildered expression. She wasn't sure if her luck was great or disastrous.
While the servants she had summoned were truly of the highest level, some of them had egos the size of the universe.
Not only that but their personalities would clash badly for most of the heroes and one of these heroes, Caster, was known for simply aggravating people. He would either antagonise them with his words or just with plain old pranks. The Archer's personality and ire would probably be held back by the Lancer, luckily for her or else the man would be insufferable. The Assassin simply brought out a feeling she hadn't experienced in quite a while, fear. Pure unadulterated fear. Fortunately, the servant did not seem hostile yet. She and the Saber would get along famously, both of them fighting to protect their country, both humble and caring. Truly they were a mirror image of the other. The Rider and the Archer were extremely similar in personality and with the kind of mindset they both had, she was slightly afraid of what would happen if their interactions ever came to blows. At the least she could count on Berserker and Lancer's help. Lancer would be able to restrain both of them because of their immense divine power.
The holy woman suddenly got the urge to slam her head against the wall. She already knew that these guys would be a handful. It would be best to introduce herself to them before they decided to take things in their own hands.
She took a deep breath to prepare for what was to come. She stepped forward and with all the power given to her by her Charisma skill spoke her first words to the ragtag group of heroes that could potentially destroy the world.
"I am servant Ruler, Jeanne d'Arc. The goal of our faction in this war is to enforce the rules of the Holy Grail War. I hope that you will cooperate to the end of the war. I shall inform you now that you will not get any wish granted. If you have any objections please speak them now."
The servants looked at her with varying gazes before the Archer stepped forward with a smirk.
"I have no objections against what you have said and about the wish. There is no problem as my only wish was to be reunited with my friend and as you can see, he was summoned along with me."
The one spoken of by the golden-armoured King stepped forward as well and said.
"I agree, if Gil has no objections then so do I."
The Saber smiled at her and nodded, the magic-wielding servant standing next to him looked at her with a mischivious glint that promised her untold amounts of headaches. The servant of madness remained stoic through it all which answered her doubts of wether he would ever go out of control.
The Assassin stepped forward, his deathly gaze upon her.
"As long as you do not stray from your path, I shall not behead you, contracter."
The tall man put emphasis on the word contracter to make her understand their ranks.
The Saint nodded her understanding, glad that she could count on someone like him.
The amethyst-eyed woman turned towards the Rider she had summoned. She noticed that he was frowning, though the holy maiden did not know why, she noticed him glancing at the necklace that had served as a catalyst for him. His eyes narrowed dangerously towards her, the fury evident in his gaze.
"You would dare ask me this, when you used a necklace I made with my own hands for my dearest Nefertari. This is a travesty upon her name! I, as the God-King, shall not accept this!"
The ancient pharaoh, for who else could proclaim themselves a God-King, looked upon her, ready to unleash his divine might, but seemed to calm down slightly. The curved staff that had been summoned in his hand vanished in a flash of light, briefly lighting up the night sky of the outskirts of Bucharest. He sighed.
"Luckily, your saintly aura has peaked my interest and as a just and fair ruler, I shall allow you a second chance to prove yourself to me, young saint. Do not waste it."
The Rider suddenly grinned towards his fellow heroes.
"What a mighty group of warriors do we have! Truly, all heroes of the highest caliber!"
The white-cloaked man exclaimed with joy.
The King of Heroes stepped forward with a proud grin slapped across his face.
"Of course! Only heroes with the most legendary of deeds are allowed to fight alongside the King of Heroes!"
The third Pharaoh of the 19th dinasty looked at him with a smile.
"Oho? King of Heroes? What a pleasure to meet you Gilgamesh! I am Ozymandias, King of Kings."
Humanity's oldest hero narrowed his eyes at the pretender to his throne as he readied the Gate to shoot out some Noble Phantasms. At least that's what most people would think would happen, except it didn't. Gilgamesh burst out in laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke on the world.
"Bahahahaha! Does that mean our titles would cancel each other out? I am the King of all heroes and you are a hero. But you are the King of all kings and I am a King. What a hilarious situation!"
The two kings laughed together as if they had been friends for years with the green-haired Lancer sitting down next to them as they started to converse.
Ruler sighed a breath of relief, it seemed she had worried over nothing. Those two got along unexpectedly well for two people with egos the size of a mountain. She looked upon the other servants who grouped together in groups. Caster and Assassin seemed to strike up a conversation about some inane subject with Saber looking at them incredulously while Berserker just stood silent. A stone guardian ready to move at a moments notice.
In other words, everything was calm.
Let's hope it stays that way.
Well then, I feel like I totally messed up Ozy's personality. This dissapoints me since I am Egyptian by birth and Ozy is my favorite character period. Sadly, there is not much I can do with personality's like Gil's and Ozy's. Thankfuly, Gil will be toned down thanks to Enkidu's presence. You might have noticed that the choices of servants for Jeanne's team are slightly OP. Well, you would be correct. I was going to choose other characters that were stronger but I wouldn't know how to make it work. Sadly enough, you must remember Jeanne is still NEUTRAL. As such, the servants will mostly stay out of the battles. But that doesn't mean that they won't play mind games with some of the other factions. And the moment the red faction reveals their own little Ruler, no need to hold back anymore. Also expect Gilgamesh getting angry at Semiramis at using the gardens he had made for his buddy. Anyway, as always fav, follow and review. We feed on reviews! Hehehe, Merlin out.