"Alright, so, if I'm right… the three Baroths should be right around here… annnnnnnd, nevermind. I see that Brian's already gotten to them."The Serious Handler blinked at her partner's rather abrupt declaration. No-one knew the face of the red Damascus-armored veteran Hunter, but he had an extensive relationship with an up and coming novice with… 'interesting' tactics. Upon noting her confusion, he simply pointed ahead of him, down the sandy path and to the knee-deep shallows by the river

Chaldea; the last bastion of hope for humanity's survival as a species - and the champion of said hope, Fujimaru Ritsuku. It was his job as the last surviving Master of Chaldea's task force to save humanity by restoring the timelines to their original state with the help of his friend Mash - the researcher-turned-Pseudo Servant, Dr. Romani and the legendary Leonardo Da Vinci, and practically a small army's worth of Servants from all across the ages and mythology. Of course, this time today was l

It was a normal day at the New World in Seliana as the morning sun rose up from behind the mountain range (Now short one mountain due to the antics of one particularly grumpy Elder Dragon). Light shined down onto the bustling town, the chilly air having just a hint of welcome warmth to it. Even as the morning dawn came to be, it was clear that its residents were still bustling about; several Hunters coming in yawning after late night expeditions, felynes tending to their daily toils carrying obj