#Island Of Madness;; Berserker Event :: starter

[chxldeas-a]

The forest growth had gotten very thick at this point, forcing the Saber to draw his sword to cut down the branches and leaves obstructing his way. Who knows how long he had been wandering in this dense wood without any sight of another person or living thing? How did he even land on this island anyways? Wasn’t he with other people? Or did he just make that up? The details were all a blur to him, too foggy to remember.

Regardless, Lancelot pressed on through the forest. Maybe if he kept going straight, he’d find something, anything to keep him company on this bizzare island...

[cantillat-moved]

@imperishablesxccubus​ gets a visitor !

He’d been walking for a very long time. The constant encounters with the Berserkers – both wildlife and Shadow Servants – was taxing on him but nothing compared to the mental exhaustion. Everything was so oppressive, it was hard to breathe and to think straight. To make things worse, there was a bright light and suddenly his Servant was gone --- Mordred was nowhere to be found and now he was in dire straights: he had no idea what happened, but he was guessing that Yuuki probably needed the assistance. 「 It is ok, I can handle it by myself for a while. 」 After all… He did left Saber behind once and made it out somehow. Shirou should be ready to deal with a situation like that, he was originally planning to fight on his own before Da Vinci-san insisted on him summoning. He didn’t deserve to be a Master… His negativity was interrupted once he stepped out of the jungle upon a barren land with an odd visage: was it a tiki hut? Wow, a Berserker-ridden island was literally the last place he would expect to see a tourist trap shop. As it got closer the could read finally read the plaque: “Na’amah Beach Goodies!” in a cheery tone! Cheap merchandise with sunglasses, bad shirts and chitzy keychains were in full display, including a mannequin with a shirt saying “I went to the Berserker Island and all I got was this stupid T-Shirt”. …Why? The boy approached the Caster, longing on a chair in the outside (despite the lack of a proper beach), wearing a swimming suit, sunglasses and holding reflectors in an attempt of getting a tan.

❝ ......... Caster. What is the meaning of this? ❞

[grandchaos]

Here’s a Starter Call for the Black King: Mordred, for the Island of Madness event! Be sure to give this a like if you’re interested and specify your muse if you’re a multi!

[lyriccl]

What a strange island. And she was in the absolute worst situation. 

Here Emma was on the brand-new island of Hawaii, surrounded by enemies and no allies in sight. To top it all off, there was this air of stress looming over her that she couldn’t shake. Something that felt... angering and desperate. She couldn’t even contact Da Vinci, the connection kept cutting out. But then she saw something even stranger than the island itself.

It was a woman... just lounging by the water. Emma looked so confused, but given the fact she wasn’t attacking right now, she must not be overly hostile, right...?

Emma took careful steps toward her, trying to catch her attention.

@imperishablesxccubus​

[gemsofchaldea]

@grandchaos​ liked for an Event Starter:

Being a dog and being sent to space was odd, but being a dog in the throne of heroes summoned by the planet to help stop an island of people going mad from destroying Humanity’s last hope might be a little more odd. Just a little. Of course to do that she had to actually find support! Sure she was a servant, but a dog can only do so much against some of the most skilled fighters in history.. Though, maybe skilled is the wrong word with berserkers..

Anyway, soon enough the pup had found a trustworthy person! Mostly trustworthy because they were human, so they had to be a master! So the dog ran on over, before jumping off a rocky outcropping and floating the rest of the way! Then of course they sat in front of the human and tilted their head.

[cantillat-moved]

@gemsofchaldea​ runs into Destroyer of Malice

❝ ▂▂▃▃▂▂... ❞ He was drawn to her. He could tell long before he laid his eyes on her. The stench of rust and iron, the unmistakable scent of blood. She bathed in countless body of her enemies, crushing the desires of others to forge ahead. Someone whose the essence of violence was etched to her being, like scars on the flesh of warriors – live by the sword, die by the sword. Destroy innocents and perpetuate evil. Picking up speed, the Berserker strode as the chains flailed behind him eroding parts of the trees it touched and marring the plant life before launching into the air and jumping down a cliff – monstrous sword in hand, misshapen and blunt, straight against his opponent!

Except, of course, he missed. On purpose. The  force of the impact opened a large gash on the ground, the vacuum caused by motion cutting a few trees asunder behind her. The sword twice his size is effortlessly lifted and rested on his shoulder. Ah, that wasn’t good. He was getting excited.... 

[cantillat-moved]

@moonlightmagus​  runs into Destroyer of Malice

That entire island was a battleground. A senseless cesspool of bloodshed, people driven by their most violent impulses as their darkest emotions boiled over – not too different than the volcanic eruptions that plagued the landscape, as if it was reflecting the mindset of those trapped in that inferno. No, perhaps “trapped” might be a false statement, more like drawn to it as allowing their ugliest desires to come forth – the primordial instinct of causing harm, of inflicting violence upon others and basking in others’ suffering. Only an inherently wicked individual would delight in such vile deed; only a corrupted being would seek out conflict out of their own volition. Yes, he admitted he was corrupted and wicked. He would revel in violence until eradicating all of it.

From his vantage point he could sense someone coming to his presence. Someone actively seeking violence – they must certainly be evil. He was sitting down, there was no need to go meet them. His dusty cape gently waving as he kept on sitting down, his back turned to the presence. Once the presence finally arrived, it took him a moment to finally stand up – violence causes suffering for the innocent, so it must be evil. If he also engages to violence, then he should embrace evil. He got rid of his rational mind so doubt couldn’t cloud his judgment, but sometimes his heart wavered like that… And it made him angrier.

❝ ▂▂▃▃▅▅----▂▂▃▃▅▅■■■■ーー！！❞ the roar erupted the same moment as he lunged against the girl – the chains that he swigged like a whip blocked by the twin blades of a pesky Saber. ---- If the volcanos are a reflection of the wickedness of that place, why was he staring at his own reflection?

[cantillat-moved]

❝ ▂▃▅----▃▃▅▅▃▃！！ ❞ A roar without a voice reverberated throughout the burnt field, vocal folds long ruined over the agony of existing – the hardened lava creating a black landscape as far as the eye could see, a monochromatic graveyard. The world itself was an odious thing, drawing breath in a hopeless place was disgusting. Chains clinging to his forearms, shackles reminiscent of the invisible prison that is his own mind. The world was his enemy. The world was his obstacle. For as long everything exists he must bring destruction upon the world. The world is a violent place, humans crave it all the time.  They all tell themselves it is justified: self-defense, survival, taking down undesirables or rivals. It is violence all the same. If they crave violence so much, he shall inflict it upon mankind until there’s no more violence left.

❝ ▂▂▃▃▅▅----▂▂▃▃▅▅■■■■ーー！！ ❞

[cantillat-moved]

@aecorus​   runs into Destroyer of Malice

The Berserker found himself at the shore, the gentle sea breeze wasn’t a relief compared to the rage within his body, there would be no rest while people are still suffering and evil roams, corrupting the very essence of the world. Perhaps one day, there were are no more innocents crying, maybe it would be when he would be able to enjoy the beauty of nature – but now he was witnessing something horrendous. No, she wasn’t ugly by any means – the creature in the water was easily one of the most beautiful beings that he had ever set his eyes upon…However, she was unmistakably evil. The violence of a shark was a natural trait, something present in the order of things unlike human violence. However… She was a warmonger, the very essence of someone who created the tools of war and condoned violence was noticeable to him. He removed his cape for ease of movement, revealing his scar-ridden body. Holding the chains, the Berserker launched himself and jumped into the water in order to destroy the evil.

❝ ▂▃▅----▃▃▅▅▃▃！！ ❞

[chxldeas-a]

The Lancer stood unperturbed by the Berserker’s menacing presence. To him, this was just another foe for him to defeat. In the name of preserving humanity.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he stared down the manic, frenzied beast in front of him.

[lyriccl]

She was... a little agitated.

They had been walking around in circles for what seemed like hours. Emma thought they would have made some progress by now, but she could have sworn she saw that same tree with the divot for the fifth time now. They had seen the odd Berserker, but for the most part it was just trying to navigate this jungle in silence.

Emma did something she never does. She let out a low growl of annoyance.

“Ugh, we’ve been walking around for hours, Archer!” She grumbled, balling her hands up into fists. For some reason, she just couldn’t seem to calm herself like she normally could. “Are we making progress at all?”

@despairfiles​

[cantillat-moved]

@ryogai​ is about to run into the destroyer of malice

How many times have the circle began anew? People always wish for justice. For vindication. To set things right. However their idea of  “justice” and “fairness” often involves inflicting violence upon others, to foist their will onto unwilling participants or taking them out. And then those who had been subjugated would cry for justice, starting it anew. To wish for justice is to crave for violence, trampling upon others and bending everything to your whim. Isn’t that a form of evil? After all, if you oppress others then it must be evil. Those who claim to be righteous are, in fact, evil. There is no such thing as pure justice and those who claim it are simply delusional. A man once wished for justice, to save everyone – both around him and beyond him. It was an impossible ideal, of course, and he had always been aware of that. And individual who wished to become the embodiment of justice. In short, he would become evil.

The harsh terrain of the island was about as hostile as the dangers roaming it: many Shadow Servants, their original classes all twisted to become Berserkers. Most of the location were either volcanic rocks or dense forests – none of it bothered him -- it made him angrier and more motivated, eager to crush anything in his path.  He knew the masters from Chaldea where there. In all honestly he didn’t care about their origin – after all, those who stare too much into the light can end up blind. If you believe on your own selfishness and purity, then you must be quite twisted. The man knew he was evil – in order to save people, to destroy evil, then he must eradicate violence completely and that would include himself eventually. His target was spotted, that was certainly a living human. ❝ ▂▂▃▃▅▅ーーー！！ ❞ His roar reverberated throughout the woods, picking up speed and steamrolled anything in his way. The Berserker leapt, giant stone sword in hand ---

--- He landed right in front of his target, the ground shaking upon the impact. Slowly, the Servant stood up, tattered cape billowing in the wind. Familiar features staring the girl, steel gaze brimming with hostility. The Berserker was going to kill her.

[cantillat-moved]

@dekirukoto​  runs into Destroyer of Malice

The first thing that usually comes to mind about Hawai’i or a tropical island to most is the idyllic tropical paradise, an opportunity to enjoy the soft golden sand underneath your feet and the crystal clear waters, the sea and the sky meeting in the horizon… Humans usually only see what they wish to, blinding themselves to the ugliness of reality. This island doesn’t bother to conceal its true nature, a harsh existence with hostile terrain and its inhabitants, bearing a hostile presence ready to sink its fangs upon those who enter and stripping them from falsehoods. A group of Shadow Servants have located their prey: a feeble human Master. In their frenzy to indulge in their desires, they failed to realize they were being watched…

The three individuals jumped from the shadows, malformed entities possessing barely a fragment of a spirit origin driven insane by the effect of the island and eager to see the boy’s insides! A violent gush sliced the air and soon their insides were the ones exposed, fizzling out in dark smokes before even posing a real threat to Naegi. A large cub-like sword hit the ground heavily, seemly made of pure condensed stone as the Master’s apparent savior stood tall, steel-like eyes watching him as his battered white cape billowed behind him.

❝ . . . . . . ❞

[lyriccl]

Like this for a starter for the Island of Madness Event!