 Item number SCP-4918 Object Class Keter Special Containment Procedures The whereabouts of SCP-4918-1,-2, and-3 are largely unknown. Their physical descriptions, as well as their last known photographs, are available to all Foundation agents throughout Europe to aid in containment. SCP-4918-1 is believed to be somewhere in western Europe, but favors the British Isles, particularly Wales and Cornwall. As they display skill with hand-to-hand and close-range combat, particularly swords, containment attempts are to be carried out long range with the use of non-lethal munitions. SCP-4918-2 is believed to be the most difficult to contain due to its degree of omniscience. Currently, there is no effective way to combat this effect, and SCP-4918-2's current whereabouts are unknown. Foundation agents in areas with a large population of individuals of Irish descent are to watch for sightings of SCP-4918-2. SCP-4918-3 is currently believed to be residing somewhere in Finland. Foundation assets are monitoring remote areas where signs of probability manipulation, including high crop yields, low rates of disease during epidemics, and large economic windfalls. SCP-4918-3's current whereabouts remain unknown. SCP-4918-4 is currently uncontainable due to their status as a member of the European Parliament. Human personnel are embedded within their security detail, and containment efforts will resume at such a time where they are removed from their position in the Parliament. Description SCP-4918 refers to several humanoid individuals possessing anomalous properties which first became active during the First World War. A common anomaly among all SCP-4918 instances is that they possess complete immortality. SCP-4918-1 refers to a human male at Celtic-Britain ethnicity standing at approximately 1.9 meters in height, weighing 123 kilograms. An ethnic group which inhabited the British Isles from the Iron Age through the Middle Ages before splitting off into the Welsh, the Cornish, and the Bretons, among other groups. SCP-4918-1 possesses brunette hair and speaks bluet Old Cornish, Old Welsh, Middle and Modern English, and some French. SCP-4918-1 was discovered in September of 1914 following the emergence of an island off of the western coast of England, approximately 20 kilometers south of the Isle of Man. SCP-4918-1 sailed from this island along with a set of 12 nondescript women arriving at Liverpool's Port in a Kirk. SCP-4918-1 proceeded to harass the locals whilst the women attempted to calm SCP-4918-1. Following the arrival of the foreign intelligence branch of the Secret Service Bureau, the women returned to the island which could not be located. The organization that would later become the Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6. SCP-4918-1 exclusively spoke Old Welsh and Old Cornish upon his contact with the SSB, and communication was only established through contact with Arthur Samson Napier, a professor of Anglo-Saxon Studies in Oxford. Napier wrote of his encounter with SCP-4918-1. For the majority of the interview, he stared at me, confused as to how I was speaking. I think my accent was unintelligible to him. Eventually I started talking Cornish, and he instantly started speaking. He was personable, charismatic even. But they claimed he made. He rode with giants and werewolves in all manner of beings to war against Mordred. He claims to be the rifle king of Britain. I told him I was the Earl of Sussex as a joke. I thought he was going to take off my head. He does not appreciate the Saxons. An artifact in possession of SSB confirmed the legitimacy of SCP-4918-1's claim to the English throne. This artifact, designated SCP-██, is believed to be among the crown jewels of England. The modern British Occult Service has declined to let the Foundation inspect the crown jewels for anomalies. Life followed with a protracted series of disputes between SCP-4918-1 and King George V over whether or not the latter should abdicate the throne of England. SCP-4918-1's claim appears to be related to the fact that they neither died nor abdicated their throne, and the country functioned on the assumption they had died. Furthermore, the artifact in question only claimed that SCP-4918-1 had a valid claim to the throne of Britain and not the throne of the United Kingdom of Great Britain in Ireland and all of its colonies. Again, Napier writes. I sat in on another audience between the two kings. It's clear that his majesty is afraid. His knuckles were white from clutching the arms of his chair. His majesty got the throne through pure luck, and there have been claims upon and claims doubting his legitimacy. Arthur is more charismatic than his majesty had ever hoped to be. He has a presence about him that tells me that he was raised in a different time, but his wisdom is timeless. Still, his majesty has experienced with the modern world, Britain, and all of its empire. Arthur was alarmed by the prospect of the empire being so large that it touched all corners of the world. A sample of the exchange which took place. HM. People don't expect a chivalrous king, not in wartime. We must be pragmatic. We cannot afford honor, not when weaved my cousin's army to contend with. Kaiser Wilhelm II was the first cousin of King George V. A. I know nothing of chivalry. I know of honor. And the fact that you have your arse on a padded seat instead of in a saddle writing to battle alongside your men is enough for me to know that you are not a king. In December of 1914, SCP-4918-1's efforts to claim the throne of England ceased. Napier notes that this is most likely due to the fact that SCP-4918-1 would not have been able to both govern and participate in active combat. SCP-4918-1 is listed as author ██ in official British military records, having taken part in several military operations during the course of the First World War as a Calvary Officer. SCP-4918-1 recorded a spiting exclusively with a long or broadsword and wrote upon a brown mare which reportedly possessed anomalous properties. A report of these anomalous properties is recorded in a letter from John ██ to his wife Edith, prior to his seizure due to the British Army's censorship practices. Arthur has always been a queer fellow, abnormally lucky. His horse Lamarale seems to ride between mines, and he speaks English as if he were out of time. He's taught me some of his tongue, and it is fascinating. He even produced a copy of Sir Gawain in the Green Knight. Although he informs me the incident in question actually happened to a Sir K, as a joke by Arthur's half-sister. I'm sure it is the fever causing me to hallucinate, but Arthur seems to have strange properties about him. When he ran over the trenches, he took at least 20 rounds to the chest from a machine gun, and he kept running. When he returned, not even his clothes were torn. It must have been a dream. Others say they have seen him shot through the skull, only to stand a second later. This man is fascinating, as is the work he has presented me with. He has told me to keep the book as a gift, and he's also told me to seek something called Beowulf, which a friend in the Army recommended to him. Officially, Arthur ██ died in 1976. In 2015, a video appearing to depict SCP-4918-1 at Dozmary Pool in Cornwall was taken by a tourist. The transcript of that video is below. Namu! SCP-4918-1 splashes at the water. Come out here, you fairy bitch! SCP-4918-1 throws something into the water. It appears to be a large piece of iron. I've been out here 100 years, and you don't even have the decency to give me back my sword? I've fought without it by my side. I watch people suffer. I could have saved them if I had Caliburn. What the hell? He's probably high on something. Namu! Give it back! A large humanoid shape appears in the middle of the lake. It appears to be made out of water. Large amounts of digital static appears on the film. What the fuck? I don't have it anymore, Arthur. What do you mean? We gave it to you after Camlin. It was stolen. If I had it, I… I could have saved him. You could have given it to me. You thought you could be a hero if you willed a Caliburn? Europe was a Charnel house. A sword would not have changed that. The unknown entity turns to look at the tourist. The footage after this point is corrupted beyond recovery. SCP-4918-2 is an Irish male. SCP-4918-2 measures 2.1 meters in height, weighing approximately 131 kilograms. SCP-4918-2 possesses white hair and a burned scar on the right thumb, which is believed to have anomalous properties. Specifically, this scar confirms the limited form of omniscience when it is in contact with SCP-4918-2's mouth. SCP-4918-2 commands a small army of Irish individuals, both male and female, collectively designated SCP-4918-2A. All SCP-4918-2A instances, as well as SCP-4918-2 itself, write an unknown, possibly extinct breed of horse, and show experience with a wide variety of weaponry. SCP-4918-2 manifested during the Gallipoli Campaign. An unknown soldier, likely of Irish descent, was seen blowing a hunting horn prior to being shot and killed by Ottoman forces. Following this, SCP-4918-2 and several-2A instances were seen tending to the dead and wounded, as well as loading all corpses onto horses. The following is an account of an Irish soldier who discovered SCP-4918-2 instances tending to the wounded. We had heard the horn about half an hour before we saw the riders. I nearly caught an arrow in the face for startling them. They shouted out a warning in Gaelic. And or both of the Vienna, they asked. Friend, I told them. They looked at the other two survivors of my company, Prajhir and Allen, and ushered us over. Blood and muck splashed around our feet. These men and women, they looked out of time. Some had wolded on their skin that was running, as if they had rode through a rainstorm. The Vienna, they had called themselves, heroes, one and all. But there was no cries of joy to defeat of an enemy, because the enemy wasn't defeated. All that were here were bones trampled underfoot. A man, large and bearded, held one of the corpses. I recognized a soldier from glimpses traded over the canteen table. He could have been the Weepin' Man's son, the same eyes, same nose, same hair, and laying at his side with a broken horn. Moving over the sea was a man with white hair. His hand clutched a round of spear. I approached him, unsure if I should bow or not. He looked at me and asked one thing. What is it you desire now, more than anything? Revenge against the Butchers? Victory in this battle? The wealth of a nation? I just replied that I wanted to see my mother. We all did. One had joined the army young, and none of our letters were getting through. A noble goal, he replied. He grabbed me by the arm and swooped me up onto his horse. The other survivors were asked where they lived, but somehow he knew. Finn knew my mother. The sky blurred. Stars spiraled above, and the wind blew mud from my face. I slept, and when I awoke, my mother's arms were wrapped around me, and she was sobbing. Sightings of SCP-4918-2 are the least common among SCP-4918 instances. Reports of SCP-4918-2A instances writing in the battle alongside British Calvary have been corroborated, but SCP-4918-2 itself was not seen again until the Irish War of Independence occurred in 1919. A stone tablet recovered outside a doublet in 1949, believed to have been inscribed by SCP-4918-2, reads as such. When I was young, my mother's taught me the ways of the sword and the ways of magic. I loved them, and I weep for them. If they could see the world as it is now, how Aira and Albion and the rest of it had suffered, they would have kept me secluded in a cave for my whole life. I did not curse the man who blew the door at the end. He was terrified, and he called for help the only way he knew how. We rode to his side, and for weeks after, our horses' feet were stained by blood. I could not stand by and watch. It was sickening what was occurring. I, Fenn McCool, am a coward. I cannot watch the senseless suffering, even if it means that I can help those who suffer. Aira called me in its time of aid, and I answered. I will not answer again. SCP-4918-2 has reportedly been sighted throughout the New England region of the United States, among areas where individuals of Irish descent have populated. SCP-4918-3 is an elderly male human, reportedly of Finnish heritage, standing at approximately 1.5 meters in height, way unknown. A sample of SCP-4918-3's DNA, recovered from a lock of hair given to a Finnish soldier, shows genetic links to every other individual of Finnish descent. The implications of this are unclear. SCP-4918-3 possesses gray hair with a gray beard. SCP-4918-3 is described as being in possession of a cantile, and wears garments made of bare pelts. A string instrument with origins in Finland. SCP-4918-3 was first sighted in the Port of Helsinki on December 31, 1917, sailing into the Port of Helsinki while playing their cantile. SCP-4918-3 proceeded to conduct a New Year celebration in a small tavern in Helsinki. This building has shown anomalous properties in the intervening years. During the commencement of the British Civil War in January of 1918, SCP-4918-3 acted as a beneficent party to both the Socialist Democratic Red Guard and the German-backed White Guard. During the Battle of Helsinki, SCP-4918-3 appeared on the rooftops throughout the city, singing a song with domiturgical properties. This song is believed to be a retelling of the Kalavalla, and its domiturgical effects were only evident on individuals of finished ascent. German forces which landed in the area were unaffected. SCP-4918-3's song caused probabilistic anomalies to take place. Bullets that would otherwise have missed their targets instead ricocheted and hit. Shots that should have been fatal caused minor injuries. Grenades failed to detonate. However, due to the fact that both sides of the Battle of Helsinki were affected by SCP-4918-3, it is unknown exactly how much its outcome was affected by SCP-4918-3's presence. Following the conclusion of the Civil War, SCP-4918-3 dedicated itself to civilian efforts, namely caring for individuals who have been stricken by the H1N1 influenza pandemic of 1918. SCP-4918-3 would visit the most affected areas of Finland, reciting poetry, and singing to individuals in which symptoms of pandemic blue had manifested. Several of these individuals made a complete recovery within weeks of SCP-4918-3's visit. A priest in Anari wrote this about SCP-4918-3 in a letter to their brother. I am a Christian. I believe in God. I believe in Jesus Christ and the Saints. I have been praying over the beds of dozens of those who come in, coughing fluid from their lungs, dying, miserable. Some have tried to take their lives, but are too weak to tie a noose. I do not know if this man that has come is a servant of God. He presents himself with a bard, playing his cantile, and singing of the Sampo, and of great exploits that he has done. A magical item present in the Kalawala, which serves as a good luck charm. The exact nature of the Sampo is unknown. He paints himself as a folk hero, a jester, but somehow they improve. I saw a child, who had been turning blue for the last three days, stand up and start dancing with him. Lungs that could barely breathe the day before sang and laughed. Lungs that popped like cereal and milk were writing letters to their parents. If I have just witnessed a miracle, I do not know what to say. A man who looked older than the earth below me sang a song and others danced to his tune. I do not know if he is divine or devilish, but he saved so many. SCP-4918-3 was cited during the Winter and Continuation Wars. Following this, sightings have been sporadic. SCP-4918-4 is Holy Roman Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, appearing as he did on the date of his death in 1190. SCP-4918-4 was recovered in Vovaria in 1914, being led down from a mountain by a child of German descent, bemoaning the absence of ravens. SCP-4918-4 was brought to Kaiser Wilhelm II, who appointed SCP-4918-4 as a military advisor. SCP-4918-4 spoke modern German upon its discovery, evidently through anomalous means. SCP-4918-4 was reportedly relented to aid Wilhelm II, to the point of entering physical altercation at least four times during the course of World War I. The following recounts General Ludendorff's observations of a meeting in Berlin in early 1915, where SCP-4918-4 was present. It was clear neither the Kaiser or his Holiness were happy. Frederick had a bloodied nose, though it had healed so quickly that I could only see blood stains in its beard, and the Kaiser had a bruised eye. They ignored it as the meeting began. The first item was the so-called Weidenachsfrieden. The German term used to refer to the 1914 Christmas truce on the Western Front. We assured that Kaiser it would not happen again, but his Holiness scoffed. They spent a few nights getting fat on sausages and warming their stomachs with coffee. It's essentially what Wilhelm does every day. Should we begrudge his truce for wanting to live like their Emperor? Thankfully, I managed to have a coughing bit this time, concealing my humor. SCP-4918-4 appears to have privately written satirical documents critical of the war, which were published in Allied territories. An excerpt from one such document, Cousins Billy and Georgie, follows. Cousins Georgie had lots of toy boats, lots and lots of toy boats, big boats, small boats, short boats, tall boats. He had the variable navy. Cousins Billy doesn't have any boats, and he doesn't have any money to buy them. So, when Cousins Burdenand gets sick, he decides to ally himself with Cousins Carl to get money to buy some boats. But Cousins Georgie doesn't like Cousins Carl. So now Cousins Billy has a lot of boats, and Cousins Georgie and Cousins Billy are breaking their own toys despite each other. SCP-4918-4 is the only remaining SCP-4918 instance who is known to be active. Their whereabouts were previously unknown, but in 2016, they reemerged under the pseudonym Frederick Bismarck, a member of the European Democratic Party, shortly prior to their election to the European Parliament. Due to their prominence in the parliament, as well as several treaties and agreements made with the Global Occult Coalition and various anomalous monitoring organizations of EU member countries, containment is currently infeasible. However, in November of 2018, Foundation assets posing as journalists from the Daily Telegraph were able to conduct an interview with SCP-4918-4. I'm glad we can meet Herr Bismarck. Bitta, call me Frederick. You may not be in the EU for much longer, but I'd still like to be on a first-name basis with as many citizens as I can. You rose to prominence fairly recently. It's hard to find much evidence of you existing before 2016. Yes, well, I've got a rather lengthy family line from all the way back to the Holy Roman Empire until the First World War, around the time Hitler came to power, my family fled for England. SCP-4918-4 interrupts Agent Pullman's next question. I believe at this time that we, how do you say, cut the bullshit? I'm sorry? And now I know you're spewing bullshit. If you had said something such as, I agree, let's talk about your policies, or what are your thoughts on the state of the world, then you wouldn't have blown yourself. Now, who are you really? Anyone who knows that your last name isn't really Bismarck? Well, judging by the fact that I'm not being escorted away by men in tactical gear, I believe I can speak plainly, yes? So ask your actual questions. Alright, from what we can tell, you and three other, for lack of a better term, people woke up during World War I. Supposedly, all of them are meant to arise in their homeland's time of need. Ah yes, I ran into Arthur in a cafe in Belgium, nice man, but he's still having trouble adapting to the times. You're aware of the others? How could I not be? After a time, things like us, we're… drawn to each other. I've so far avoided the others. They seem to be keeping mostly to themselves, and I prefer to stay within Germany. The thing is, you're all supposed to awaken in your nation's greatest time of need. World War I was a pissing match between a few family members, not really the stuff of heroes. I agree. The reason Arthur was in Brussels in the first place was because he had grown sick of the machinations of Un-Gentlemenly Warfare and SIS. Referring to the British Special Operations Executive, or Ministry of Un-Gentlemenly Warfare, an espionage group active during the Second World War. SCP-4918-4 shakes his head. I don't think we were supposed to wake up, not yet. You think it was induced? How? The boy I was with was meant to check if there were any ravens on the mountain. If there were no ravens, I would awaken. I went back to the mountain after the war, hoping to rest. I found the corpses of hundreds of ravens, shot dead by German bullets. And another one was summoned by the blowing of a hunting horn. That doesn't account for the other two. You may want to do a recount. There were more than four countries involved in the war. I'd wagered there are as many buggen-truckened as there are countries, but that's none of my business. Literally, mountain rapture. I see. Well, er, your holiness. Frederick, please. Frederick, I believe that it's best if I leave. Very well. Oh, and if you run into Sir Francis, tell him that he still owes me for that boat of money sank. Sir Francis, Drake? And I have said too much. Inlog. SCP-4918-5 tentatively refers to Sir Francis Drake. There are believed to have been present at several naval engagements in the first and second world wars, but little is known about this SCP-4918 instance at this time.