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The city of Budapest is soon to slumber, blissfully unaware of the calamity at work outside of it’s gaze. The sun had begun it’s descent over the horizon, leaving a purple hue as the only natural light  to coat the city. The snow which had started earlier in the day as a slight flurry has begun to come down hard onto Budapest. While the sun was beginning to sleep, the winds were starting to awake, making an already chilly night even colder. 

It was a seemingly peaceful night for Budapest, with just the right amount of wrongness to leave those intune with the sense of dread that was soon to occur.

The war to actualize the dreams of 8 magi was soon to begin.  

All of the magi had arranged in the city a few days prior, but never before had the city given such a false sense of serenity. Each had gotten acquainted with the city, so the disturbance was likely felt by them all. The lack of genuine command mantra helped them blend into a city of nearly 2 million, but that one thin layer of protection was ruined earlier in the day when their Servants were summoned.

The copies of legendary spirits of the past given shells made from ether entered the stage around 12 hours prior. General introductions were given, maybe their identity, but both master and servant would begin to have a good idea on what kind of person they were working with. The pairs had better reach some kind of understanding at least, the war was soon to bring warmth to this cold city. 

As the sun continued it’s path behind the hills of the Second and Twelfth District, the opening signs of the war had finally begun to flare up. Literally, as the Command Mantra on the magi’s hands began to burn, signaling that another Master was in the area. 

The city would know no peace while this war took place and neither would the Masters.

The Dreams of 8 Magi were both the admission fee and the prize of this war. In order to actualize what they want most, the dreams of others must be stomped and crushed into the snow. No mercy is given to those too weak to lay it all on the line for what they want. 

The roulette had begun it’s spin, with only one potential Master avoiding the bullet. Who shall be that lucky one?



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Camillo-Giovanni: District XII
Oshi-Lauchme: District V
Adina-Keleman: District II

Ulrich and Elenorzva failed their encounter rolls, placing them in whatever Districts they decide on outside of V, II, or XII.  

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