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_________________________________[i][b]Master[/b][/i]_________________________________
The 'Home' of the Kaveh Family - Persia
[b]1 week ago[/b][/center]

[color=7bcdc8]"You're here!"[/color] The man who spoke was fat. Like a slug that learned to walk simply because he had become too obsess and lumpy to roll. Instead he spawned arms, and wore a terrible tweed suit and... A little crown on his head as if he was king of the world. Disgusting, especially in comparison to the young man in his twenties who stood there in the most fashionable garb he could find. 
[color=fff79a]"Of course I'm here, Caspar."[/color] The youth said to the fat man he had left in charge of this estate. He had many. Almost known of which could be directly connected to him. Instead, they almost all came out in the name of other individuals, like Caspar. People he had helped, in exchange for their things. Which they would manage while he was away. It had taken the youth the better part of a century to start, and since then things had become easier, if a tad harder to keep under the radar when it directly involved magi. 
[color=7bcdc8]"Well, lord Kaveh, your family estate has been well taken care of. The manor of such a fine lord like yourself is cleaned thoroughly once every three months and I myself oversee the-"[/color] Etc. Xerxes Kaveh ignored him for the most part as he walked past trophy shelves and other such desirableness. Some of it was said to be cursed, others blessed. He kept it all. Greed, that was his problem. 
[color=fff79a]"And the shipments from the lesser holdings in Iran have been brought in, correct?"[/color] Xerxes asked, an eyebrow raised and a hand reaching back to swish the long locks of his braided hair. These were lesser treasures to him, and ones he expected to be using in the coming war. That is if the person he planned to summon for the war was who would arrive. But he had made sure of it. This building after all was directly ontop of a powerful place in history, and a layline for such powers. [color=fff79a]"I'll be going into the lower temple rooms to prepare for the ritual, you just make sure the really valuable stuff is... Not here when I get back."[/color] 
[color=7bcdc8]"Of course my lord! Your wishes are of course to be granted!"[/color] The fat man bowed, in such a way that his belly dragged along the floor before he returned to a full on standing position. [color=7bcdc8]"I shall have everything ready! Don't you fret! Not one iota of worry! Your loyal servant shall have fulfilled these task by the time you are back up those stairs! While it'll be like they were never here in the"[/color] Etc. 

Xerxes drowned him out, and turned to a singular door. Adjusting the silk scarf around his neck, and the jewelry that rested on his arms and neck, he stepped towards the door, and opened it. Traveling down a flight of stairs, older than anything in the house proper, he took in the air that had become stale with age. This had been part of an older castle. where Persian rulers had laid claim to their lands. Kings like Darius the 3rd. That was who Xerxes had set his eyes upon. A great ruler. A powerful ruler who despite how history viewed him to some degree was still beloved in Persia. That was where his power would be drawn from. That is where Xerxes set things into motion. 

Caspar was a talented little slug. Despite his toadie nature he had at one point shown promise to be a great mage. He cast that aside because he was lazy, but when Xerxes needed something set up for something, Caspar was a cut above all others. The summoning circle was perfect. The right blood markings. The right kind of mystical properties and a single item he had worked hard through far too many channels to acquire. An axe, smeared in blood and preserved. Some claimed that such a weapon could only have belonged to a powerful ruler. But Xerxes knew it wasn't just any powerful ruler, but the powerful ruler. A man viewed by even the mighty foreign king of Iskander as a worthy foe and prize to be claimed. The mighty Darius. 

[color=fff79a]"Let silver and steel be the essence."[/color] He began the ritual, gazing down at the catalyst he had managed to procure. It was something he had spent a great deal of time and investment in, but he needed it to participate in the war. Be it great or small, he was fine with that. 

[center][color=fff79a]"Let my great Master Cyrus Kaveh 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 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!"[/color]


His hand was raised, as he went through the ritual as flawlessly as possible. Which was fairly flawless as he had practiced in advance. 

[b][color=fff79a]"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!"[/color][/b][/center]

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[u][b]Present Day - Miyama District - Northern Section[/b][/u]

The docks had been a mess. And yet, here he was, in Fuyuki city, the heart of the Holy Grail War. Still in its infancy. So many infant mages eager to be kings and queens of the world. Or somehow just make a claim for the world. It was all so... Humorous. 
[color=fff79a]"This is the place, right?"[/color] Xerxes said, speaking to a fairly unremarkable man. His eyes drifted to the building before him, a fairly simple residence. It was no estate, or even some major land development. It was fine. He only needed the place for a day or two, and then he could move on. After all, he needed a powerful ally, and that meant he had to get involved in the war instead of sitting back and waiting for others to find him. Because being found wasn't going to help him. 
"Well, it's only got two rooms, but there is a basement. That should be big enough for what you need, right?" The man said, rather monotone in what he had to say.
[color=fff79a]"Oh, it's more than enough. I just need to get off the streets for a night or two. I thankful you've been so accommodating."[/color]
"The pleasure is mine." The man said, trudging along and opening the door. 
[color=fff79a]"Well yes, it is."[/color] Xerxes whispered, adjusting the long coat he wore. And for a brief moment, a golden scepter could be seen dangling from his hip. But he had some boxes to move into the house, and that was a quick affair if there was one. The basement seemed to be a sort of underground library. Nothing he cared to read, but it was at least atmospheric enough for what he had in mind. The first box he opened was densely stuffed with packing material, all designed to protect the beautiful cup he pulled from the depths. Water poured from another flask, and into the depths. 

[color=fff79a]"Now, lets see... The masters I need to think about... Are..."[/color] Ludwig Von Gravenheim Krauste. Yes, he knew the name. A good start. But there were others, like Anastasia Aleksandrovna Voronin. What an utterly complex name. Hamel Della Astrologia was another choice, but that man... Well, he had choices didn't he? He didn't dare go the Matous or higher families yet. After all, they would probably have the pick of desperate allies. No... He had to go lower, and build his way up over time. After all, once his power was known, he could ally with anybody he desired. 
[color=fff79a]"Well, Berserker, we should go meet some other masters at our earliest opportunity. Don't you think?"[/color] He said, glancing into the cup, and seeing all he needed to know. For there was Ludwig, reflected in the chalice for all to see. [color=fff79a]"I think I know where to find him."[/color]