Alright, then. I'll save my own legend for a face-to-face telling, and begin with how I got to be alive again (my own story has, of course, a heartbreakingly wistful ending.)
Hundreds of years ago, some foolish mages gathered together all their power to create a vessel that could "grant any wish", the Holy Grail. To power it, they called forth seven Heroic Spirits - the spirits of departed legends like myself given life again by magic. I'm unclear on the whys or hows, but the idea was that all the "Servants" would battle it out, and the summoner of the winner would gain the right to use the Grail's infinite power for themselves.
This happened several times before I was ever summoned - otherwise there would have been a clear winner sooner - and by the time I got summoned it was apparent that there was some kind of corruption in the system that was more likely to bring about the end of the world or just plain kill people pointlessly than anyone's wish. Don't ask me why people were still fighting over it; I was just there because it sounded like a fun contest. At any rate, there was some nasty business with the so-called "strongest" Servant and the family he was serving, I saved his and his beautiful Master's ass from Servant Berserker and his Master, and they proceeded to go and blow up the Grail. Or something, I wound up here before they'd quite finished.
The point of this story is: humans should really stop bothering with power that borders on the divine. It's bad enough when the actual divinities do it, let alone people who have no clue what they're doing.
Oh, and also if you see a blue-haired man who smells like dog, ignore him, he's bad luck.
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Hundreds of years ago, some foolish mages gathered together all their power to create a vessel that could "grant any wish", the Holy Grail. To power it, they called forth seven Heroic Spirits - the spirits of departed legends like myself given life again by magic. I'm unclear on the whys or hows, but the idea was that all the "Servants" would battle it out, and the summoner of the winner would gain the right to use the Grail's infinite power for themselves.
This happened several times before I was ever summoned - otherwise there would have been a clear winner sooner - and by the time I got summoned it was apparent that there was some kind of corruption in the system that was more likely to bring about the end of the world or just plain kill people pointlessly than anyone's wish. Don't ask me why people were still fighting over it; I was just there because it sounded like a fun contest. At any rate, there was some nasty business with the so-called "strongest" Servant and the family he was serving, I saved his and his beautiful Master's ass from Servant Berserker and his Master, and they proceeded to go and blow up the Grail. Or something, I wound up here before they'd quite finished.
The point of this story is: humans should really stop bothering with power that borders on the divine. It's bad enough when the actual divinities do it, let alone people who have no clue what they're doing.
Oh, and also if you see a blue-haired man who smells like dog, ignore him, he's bad luck.