The sun rose over the horizon of Fuyuki city. It was just any other day for most of the city's residents, but Fuyuki had always been a strange place to live in. What was stranger was the small, but noticeable influx of foreigners entering the city. Truly, the summer breeze carried the ominous scent of dread, one that perhaps explained the warning of potential gas leaks throughout the city the day before.

Of course, to those special few who have been tagged by those accursed red markings, today was far more special. To some, they have been training much of their lives for a day like this, eager for the taste of blood and glory. To others, they have come to Fuyuki wary of their dangers, but eager to put their lives on the lines to see their own wishes come to fruition. And to a select few, the legacy of their ancestors have lead them to this very moment, their hearts burning with resolve to see through what their bloodlines have sought for many years before.

After all, today was the first day of the Holy Grail War. A battle that would shake Fuyuki to its very core. It has been nearly a century since the last massacre for this Holy Grail took place in Fuyuki, and even then, the land has not fully healed.

The grand prize, the Greater Grail, stands once more in the darkest depths of the city, awaiting it's sacrifices. Among it, the many trophies of previous wars have been gathered together, to supplement the miracles produced and allow for a war grander and far bloodier than ever before.

For now, however, one last reprieve for the participants of the war has been afforded. After all, there are still those who are arriving to city who have not even summoned their Servants yet! So long as the sun is high in the sky this day, those few wayward Masters will have their last chances to prepare while they can.

As soon as the sun sets, the Prime Holy Grail War shall start in earnest.[hr]
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A [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ca/b8/4b/cab84bcedfd92249a30309149c2b48b8.jpg]dark-haired man[/url] stood at a cleared out portion of his hotel room, the balcony window opened behind him. The way his room was arranged was in a rather strange way. Tables, beds, and sofas were all flipped over with their flat ends facing towards the center of the room, while the more fragile pieces of furniture were neatly tucked behind them. A large circle was cut through the rug haphazardly in the center of the room, drawn with sweet-smelling blood.

The man sniffed at the blood bag, conveniently labeled "100% VIRGIN", rather strangely. There was something... off about it's scent. It was too sweet to be blood, but also too metallic to be something like just tomato juice. The consistency was getting to him, as well. It wasn't something he couldn't put his finger on, really. Oh well, you get what you pay for in Dark eBay.

With that in mind, the man then took out a piece of flint from his coat, wrapped in talisman paper. As he unraveled it, he basked in the glory of the object in his hand. It had cost him much of his family's coffers, but it was worth it to procure such an item. After all, one does not come across the catalyst of Hercules so easily.

Clutching the stone tightly, the man held his hand out to the circle before him, clearing his throat. The preparations were complete. Now it was time to win the Grail.

"[b]Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let my great master Crowley be the ancestor...[/b]"