Good question. If anything this place has taught me is that we are not as different as we thought.
[ With enough outside influence, Berserker can grow to care, meanwhile with enough influence Caster can find himself almost as jaded as his darker half is. 👌👌👌👌 it's cool ]
Long-time ago there was one man. He lived his life to the fullest, and then died young. But he left a mark, his deeds remembered, his victories and mistakes immortalized in songs. That's the "person"
Mages of my world are sometimes capable of calling forward wraiths of such people, of heroes of old, to help them, to serve. [ Really, to kill. But there is enough of them around to probably not make a point how they're all just murder-ghosts ] We're temporary existences, as no mage could sustain a Servant for long. To make the process easier they're summoning these souls to specialized vessels. Not every person fits every vessel, most fits several though. So it's kind of more like pulling a chapter out of the book, rather than getting it whole.
[ It's very simplified and not entirely correct, but he is not going to delve deep into the magic system and other bullshit, without prompting ]
That's why I'm Caster, I'm just that "shard". My mentor taught me spells as part of my training, and even earlier, my grandfather was a druid and I studied with him as a kid— this materialization enhances that, but I don't have my weapons or my chariot. If I did, I'd be a Lancer or Rider, but my spellcasting would have been diminished.
[ So there it is, classes for dummies ]
He's different though. Berserker has been altered by the person who summoned him into something "we" never was or even could be. I'm the possibility that never came to pass. He is the impossibility coming from a selfish wish of a cruel woman.
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[ With enough outside influence, Berserker can grow to care, meanwhile with enough influence Caster can find himself almost as jaded as his darker half is. 👌👌👌👌 it's cool ]
Long-time ago there was one man. He lived his life to the fullest, and then died young. But he left a mark, his deeds remembered, his victories and mistakes immortalized in songs. That's the "person"
Mages of my world are sometimes capable of calling forward wraiths of such people, of heroes of old, to help them, to serve. [ Really, to kill. But there is enough of them around to probably not make a point how they're all just murder-ghosts ] We're temporary existences, as no mage could sustain a Servant for long. To make the process easier they're summoning these souls to specialized vessels. Not every person fits every vessel, most fits several though. So it's kind of more like pulling a chapter out of the book, rather than getting it whole.
[ It's very simplified and not entirely correct, but he is not going to delve deep into the magic system and other bullshit, without prompting ]
That's why I'm Caster, I'm just that "shard". My mentor taught me spells as part of my training, and even earlier, my grandfather was a druid and I studied with him as a kid— this materialization enhances that, but I don't have my weapons or my chariot. If I did, I'd be a Lancer or Rider, but my spellcasting would have been diminished.
[ So there it is, classes for dummies ]
He's different though. Berserker has been altered by the person who summoned him into something "we" never was or even could be. I'm the possibility that never came to pass. He is the impossibility coming from a selfish wish of a cruel woman.
[ Sorry, not sorry, Medb ]
That would be the biggest difference.