[center][color=violet][h1]Morgana Ironholdt[/h1][/color][/center]
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[b][color=Violet]Magical energy:[/color][/b] 340 out of 340.[/quote]

The journey itself had been rather quiet in Morganas own opinion. A journey she spent reading up on the artefact that she herself had selected from among the ones the young saboteur Albert had on offer. It appeared to be a holy relic of some sort belong to some king Constantine. Opinions seemed to differ on if he was a good king or a tyrant, never the less he seemed to fulfil her personal criteria for a servant and thus would serve her well for this undertaking. Sure she only really knew what it looked like from what others had told her. Perhaps she had been completely duped and was really holding some sort of fake object in order to make her even more dependant then she was. Wouldn't that be twisted?

Whatever it was she had good faith in her fellows that they wouldn't feed her to the dogs. One revenge spree was enough for now. The next few hours were quite tense, they had to get in, and also sneak in a blind girl because well. She wasn't going to alert every magus to her presence just so she could 'sneak' into a building with her vision intact. So she had to keep close to the group as best as possible. Picture a blind girl gently waving a walking stick as she walked in-between her fellow Clock-tower comrades and that was her as she made her way towards the summoning circles. Quiet as a mouse even for a blind girl without any of her usual clumsiness.

After what felt like hours Albert finally, [i]finally[/i] did some speech he probably though up of on the way there considering the tone of his throat clearing. Don't ask her why but Morgana pictured him in her minds eye as a weedy gentlemen with a top hat and a curly mustache. The Generic villain cliche not that she could really prove herself wrong so she just associated people by voice and mannerisms. Though the way the speech kept seeming to drag on and on was annoying her. She didn't have as much time to spare as anyone else, both figuratively and literally. Though when he finally said they could go the circle, nobody moved faster then a certain Ironholdt heir. 

She bumbled her way to a circle only really finding it from tracing her hands on the ground as she walked. It would appear to be quite humerous from an outside perspective but she didn't let that bother her. She set down her catalyst in her own circle before calling up. "Now then, since I don't know what everyone else is doing and I am hella' impatient." She said slamming down her cane on what she percieved to be the centre of the circle as her internal circuits began to work. As she removed all the supplys from her bag and prepared herself. As she began to speak her voice firm and clear.



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Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let the self who be who I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have Vengeance on all of the denizens of hell.

I swear!

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She raised up her arms to shield herself from the unnatural gust of wind. The washing of magical energies as they passed over her felt good as she could feel another presence. She just hoped she hadn't been duped and ended up summoning some sort of prolific serial killer or something. Now that would be a terrible thing to occur. It really would be.