[h3]Jacob Winchester[/h3]
[@Argonaut]

An unassuming sedan slowed to a stop outside of a shabby, run down house in the Poor District in Blue Fields, Montana.  It was quiet, and uncharacteristically sparse of people.  The hum of the engine stopped as the driver turned and pulled the key out of the ignition.  He opened his door and stepped out.  He stood at six feet tall, with a lean, athletic build.  His skin was peach with a very light tan, and his hair was stark white.  He was dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, black boots, and a long blue coat, and was adorned with various accessories including a digital watch, a locket around his neck, and a pair of sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.  Most interestingly, he was missing his right arm.  He looked at the empty house before him and measured it for a few moments, before nodding and walking around to the back of the car.  He popped the trunk and began unloading.

Some time later, after he had loaded his essentials into the house and had a pizza delivered, he went down to the house's basement, which had been cleared out completely, a room of naked walls and floor.  A single lamp was the only source of illumination.  He held up a sheet of paper with a drawing of a strange circle with various lines and symbols throughout it.  He mentally went down the list of things he would need.

Setting up the circle took time, but in the end, it was a worthy endeavor.  It was the necessary first step to establishing connection.  Now, the second step.

"Let silver and steel be the essence."

His voice echoed around the basement, but he paid it no mind.

[b]"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.  Let my great Master Sarah Winchester 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."[/b]  With those lines, the circle began to glow and hum.  He extended his hand out over the circle and continued.  [b]"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."[/b]  The light of the circle sent out a gust of wind that nearly knocked him over.  He braced himself and continued to hold out his hand, gritting his teeth in concentration.

[b]"An oath will be sworn here!  I shall attain all virtues of Heaven!  I will defeat all the evils of Hell!  From the Seventh Heaven, clad in three greet words of power, come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance!"[/b]

An explosion of light and wind filled the basement and vanished as swiftly as it came.