[quote]"To all Masters: please gather in the hall on the third floor. I shall meet you there momentarily. I repeat: please gather in the hall on the third floor. Thank you."
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After a few days of doing nothing, Amedea was rather glad for some form of direction. With the high tech nature of her building having put her at ease after a flight consisting of wondering what kind of 12th century mansion would have been awaiting her, she had been silently considering the prospect that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad for her. 

Pocketing the keys to her motorcycle as she walked out of the room, she walked down the hall. While she was more than apprehensive about participating in this entire ritual/event/war/whatever it was going to be, she knew she would have to deal with it if she wanted to go back to a relatively normal life again. As such, there was no point in whining or complaining about it now. To take her mind off of her predicament, she reached into her pocket and took out a piece of paper... 

[i]"What's this?" she glared at her family as she sat on one end of the dining table for the first time in over 10 years, "After all this time you're finally reaching out to me?"

"Don't be so cold," the man who unfortunately was Amedea's father said with a pleasant smile hiding a layer of venom. "You are my daughter; it would be remiss of me to just abandon you like that." 

"You were - and still are - perfectly fine with me not even existing in your eyes if it wasn't for that damn marshal's invitation and you know it." 

"Yes, the Wizard Marshal Zeltrech... my dear, I have a gift for you." 

Reaching out in his breast pocket, her father slid a piece of paper across the table. Taking the piece of paper, Amedea opened it and read. "What's this?"

"The Marshal will no doubt ask you to partake in this ritual, the beginning of which involves a smaller ritual of its own." the father explained. "As a part of this ritual, you will make this chant. However, you are a neglectful magus - a nonexistent one at that, if one might say." he smirked in response to her glare. "As such, I forsee... difficulty in your capability to meet the Marshal's demands, and in return I wanted to give you a gift, so to speak. Something to make it easier for someone who is as less skilled in the ways of the magus than your cohorts undoubtedly will. Just follow the instructions on the paper and read the incantation when instructed, and all will be well.

Consider it my gift to my daughter who I have not seen in over a decade before she goes off to battle."[/i]

Entering the room, Amedea took a look at the two other magus who had already arrived before nodding respectfully in Zeltrech's direction and walking towards a normal, empty circle. She had no idea what the objects that were in some of the circles were, and she had no intention of finding out.