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[center][b][h1]Christopher Ashbrand[/h1][/b]
[h2][i]The Scion of the Ashbrand, Worker of Living Stone[/i][/h2]
[h3]Workshop, Outside of Fuyuki[/h3][/center]

The air was still, within Christopher’s workshop. It was a matter of course, since they were deep underground, without a touch of wind to stir the insides of the network of rooms. Sighing, Christopher rose, preparing himself for the ritual he was about to take part in.

It was fortunate indeed that he had arrived early on. His Seeker had spun like a pinwheel and glowed to near-incandescence when he arrived in Fuyuki, signifying that the Three Great Families had surely prepared the city for an immense battle thoroughly and long before the war would start. Thus, he took his luggage and walked to a place where the Seeker didn’t point to and glowed not, and set up shop. Looking around, he’d have to say that he didn’t do bad at all, all things considered. His oxhide map of Fuyuki was just about complete, thanks to the data gathered by his smaller constructs, the bounded fields were intact and continuously topped up by the rituals he had enacted, and his golems were patrolling and ready for action.

It was hardly comfortable, but well, there was no need for comfort in pursuing the art of magecraft. Christopher knew that fact well enough. And that was all that this war really was, truly. Something to advance magecraft. Something that many agreed with, what with the immense amount of magi flooding into the city with. A great many of his peers had arrived, surprisingly.
He’d do terrible, terrible things for a piano though. 

Well. No need to wait any longer, the day had arrived.

Stretching and cracking his knuckles, Christopher checked over the summoning circle one more time. It was unnecessary, all things considered. It was as perfectly drawn as it was hours ago, when it was first made. Golems really were quite useful for doing tasks that needed to be done to the letter. Drawn with the heartsblood of a freshly slaughtered ox into the center of the room, it was as good as it was going to get, with his od running at its peak just about now-

Right. Time to get the show on the road.

He cut his thumb and completed the circle, and began to chant that fateful aria-

[center][i]“Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation 
Let my great Master Ashbrand be the ancestor”
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.”[/i][/center]
The circle began to glow an eerie, dark red. It shouldn’t be an error however, all possible variables were accounted for. The blood, probably.
[center][i]“I hereby declare. 
Your body shall serve under me. 
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail 
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!”[/i][/center]
He hoped he summoned a great hero. Losing the war wouldn’t be all that great of a tragedy, but it would be an outright disgrace to him and his family if he was taken out of the war far too quickly.
[center][i]“An oath shall be sworn here! 
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. 
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!”[/i][/center]
No time for extra thoughts. The die is cast.  
[center][i]“From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!“
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[@UndyingRegret]