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[h3]Urquhart Castle[/h3]
Interactions: Olympia Whitehall [@Vocab]
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The light from the circle swam heavily with magical energies as the circle formed the door to the Throne of Heroes, the Holy Grail beckoning forward the Heroic Spirit of the man famous for deeds of grand architecture and invention as winds poured forth, as if to blow away anyone unfortunate to be unsteady on their feet. The wish and will of his Master carrying his spirit towards the physical world, the light coalesced at the centre of the summoning circle as the body of the chosen hero began to form, before the light and roaring winds died down.

Standing amidst the dying light, a figure had formed, wrapped in white robes. A tall and not untrained body, Scholarly but not frail, with dark brown hair, bleached lightly by the sun and reaching to his neck with two long strands stretching past to reach the middle of his chest. White Grecian robes flowed across his torso, looping from his left shoulder and down to his knees, tied with a white sash at his waist with brown leather sandals on his feet, An intricate, looping bracelet adorning his right arm. A chill passed over him, obviously unfamiliar with the scottish cold, and as if in response a long cloak of burgundy red formed across his shoulders, reaching his ankles and fastened with a bronze clasp over his right shoulder.

His eyes opened and settled on the girl in front of him, the one that would be his Master for the duration of this Holy Grail War. His gaze was sharp but warm, with a wisdom and intelligence almost palpable but tempered by the heart of a loving father. To a man of his intelligence and with experience of being in contact with Gods themselves, he could feel the ebbing flow of Mana between them and it was a simple task to identify her as his master. Still, he felt that he should ask, if only as a formality.

[color=goldenrod]"I ask of you, young one, are you my Master?"[/color]

The Heroic Spirit of Daedalus, Caster of the Grail War, stood patiently, awaiting her reply with a dignified, scholarly air.