[center][h1][color=a36209]Walgrave[/color][/h1][/center]

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As the tall figure of an armored warrior stood before him Walgrave found himself thinking back on the Mysteries he had seen through his life. It had been more than a few. Though diminished, the modern age was not devoid of wonders. From the extravagant experiments hosted by the nobles houses, to the subtle but immeasurably strong prana of an elemental, to the dark menacing power of the Dead Apostles he had seen first hand Walgrave considered himself well versed in the higher mysteries that yet remained in the world. They were a rare sight these days after all, and he appreciated them.

So it was with a peculiar feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time that he recognized one of these greater mysteries standing before him now. After a moment he recognized it as fear. Fear and excitement. 

Every inch of this marvelous creature was pulsing, drowning and simply overflowing with Prana. An immortal, an elemental in human form, it was something beyond anything he had quite laid eyes on before. 

It was with a jolt that he realized the being had asked him a question. He had been staring at it vacantly for the past fifteen seconds. 

[color=a36209]"...Yes. I am the one who... hrrm, called you... up. I am your.. Master."[/color] The old magi rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. He fumbled for old formalities that had once seemed second nature, but now made their way past his lips like gears clogged with grime. 

He gestured vacantly for the Servant to kneel and ask the question that would allow him to bind this Servant to his prana pool. [color=a36209]"Say the hmmm... words. Complete the contract..."[/color]