[h2]Althienna Ly Van Del Vanten[/h2]

Althienna immediately stood at attention as the Wizard Marshall spoke. It was what she had expected: a reminder that this was not the same as the Grail Wars of the past. That the intent was to work together, use these figures from legend in order to destroy something that posed a threat to not only magi, but everything. It only made sense. Even the most egotistical of her fellow magi could hardly think their work would be aided by the destabilization of reality itself. Well... at least, the ones here, she hoped. Althienna herself considered that, perhaps, her outlook was a bit unusual among magi, but on the other hand... well, her ruthlessness perhaps lay in a somewhat different avenue. And she certainly could not claim she would not conduct herself coldy when need be... but now, well, it wasn't exactly needed, was it?

Now was a time for focus.

Having poured over the book for weeks, Althienna certainly remembered the ritual that was required now. She had no real idea of who she was summoning, but she could identify the curly golden hair as a catalyst. What it would invite, precisely, was something she couldn't say. The idea of so many artifacts being present was almost thrilling, in a way...

But now was not the time for such distraction.

[center]"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let the stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."[/center]

As she spoke, she felt the prana passing through her circuits, the flaring sensation of power as the energy required for such a monumental task as drawing a heroic spirit from the Throne of Heroes was invoked, and the circle began to fill with light...