[center][h3]Annalena von Einzbern[/h3][/center]

The night wears on. Many servants have already been summoned, although it's difficult to tell if they all have due to the uncanny nature of the holy grail war. In the catacombs below the city - with only sparse light sources ranging from holes to the world above to the occasional bulb or lantern light the long passages with rectangular sects carved in the walls for the occasional skeleton to rest - a lone female pulls back her sleeve and checks her watch. She nods once to herself, confirming what the watch tells her: it's time. After briefly fumbling through her bag by the light of her headlamp, she strikes a match with an audible but faint 'tcch' and begins to pace about the room, lighting a series of generic dollar-shop candles which have been deliberately placed about the potentially eerie room in no particular pattern. After lighting the first candle, the female blows out the match and tosses it aside to take the candle and light the remainder by the gentle flame atop. 

The room comes to be lit, as dull as it may be. The female stands before the revealed summoning circle, neatly drawn out and sculptured with a jelly-like metallic substance of sorts. The female stands at about 5 feet and 7 inches, wearing her standard assortment with her hood raised over her head; the low-positioned candlelight's shine into her hood, revealing her alien red eyes to the few remaining skeletons who would look. An open backpack sits to the right of her, leaning into the corner of two walls with a sect of rope attached to one side and a water bottle to the other. Inside, a series of resources can be seen: tourists and topographic maps of the area, crudely drawn maps of the catacombs, and a selection of empty vials with some remaining metallic residue, to name a few. 

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eWVoHVzhxg&index=31][i]The summoning begins[/i][/url][/center]
The female raises her right hand nonchalantly to almost whack her hood off her head before she grasps her beanie which lies underneath to pulls it off and toss it atop her backpack. White hair, worn in a bun that's become somewhat messy after being restrained by a beanie for some time, comes to accompany her red eyes. Her right hand reaches for her left as her left hand raises to chest-height, where her right grasps the cusp of her worn glove and pulls it off, pulling it inside-out in the process. She idly tosses it atop her beanie with her right hand as she presents her palm to the summoning circle, showing the three command seals on the back of her hand in turn; they loosely represent a shattered regal insignia of some description. She takes a deep breath in to dispel her nerves, incarnating in the form of minor shaking, before she takes a deep breath out, straightens her posture to a much more proud one, and opens her eyes wide. She still wasn't sure if this would work and it's showing in subtle ways - this was what she learned when she infiltrated the clocktower, and it was all he had to run off.

[b]"For the elements, silver and iron."[/b] the female begins to chant as she produces a similar vial to the empty ones in the bag, albeit filled, with her right hand, to pop out the cork with her thumb. She begins dripping the substance upon the circle, causing it to light up a little bit more each time. 
[b]"For the foundation, stone and the Archduke of Contracts. For the ancestor, my great master, Schweinorg. Come forth from the Crown, and follow the forked road leading to the Kingdom. 
Fill, 
fill, 
fill, 
fill, 
fill. 
Repeat five times; but when each is filled, destroy it."[/b] The circle turns from glowing a bright white to a bright purple as the female continues her chant: [b]"Set."[/b] She pauses before she continues to the next stage of the chant. [b]"I hereby swear, I will be all that is good in the eternal world, I will be the disposer of evil in the eternal world. I hereby propose, thou shalt come under my command, and my fate shall be thy sword. Abiding by the summons of the Holy Grail, if thou dost accede to this will and reason, answer me!"[/b]

The female - a certain Annalena von Einzbern, the renegade of the Einzbern family - raises her unused hand, with the half-empty vial in hand, in front of her eyes to shield herself from the maelstrom of light.