[center][b][color=00aeef]Lú Qiūyuè[/color][/b]
Sunday - February 19, 2012[/center]

Qiūyuè bows her thanks to the pickup truck as it starts back down the road. A hand waves out of the driver side window for a moment before becoming vaguely obscured by stray bits of dust kicked up by the vehicle. Qiūyuè comes to stand and turns towards the stairs leading up to Ryuudou Temple. As far as she's made aware, there's a collection of monks living and tending to the temple grounds and the townsfolk seem at least aware of this - a passerby in his pickup truck [i]was[/i] more than happy to drop her off at the stairs. With a vague huff, she dusts off her robes before she produces a tourist pamphlet from her makeshift blanket-backpack. 

Whilst hiding out in the temple was her best bet of avoiding detection by the other masters, or at least as far as she could see it, she didn't want to risk being caught. There might even be any monks there, but even then there could be so many that privacy may be almost forgotten. Ideally enough, the temple happened to be surrounded by a dense forest which should hopefully provide the concealment and missing resources she needs. With her quarterstaff in tow, acting as something of a walking stick to help with the climb, she sets off into the forest to the north of the temple.

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After adding the last of the details to the summoning circle with her quarterstaff, Qiūyuè swiftly brings it up above her and sharply sends it off to her right to flick the excess dirt aside. The stage for the summoning is set: a large, intricate summoning circle is drawn meticulously into a cleared circle of dirt, with a mostly flat-topped stone sitting on one side and her blanket laid out and folded neatly on the other. As the final part of the preparation, she takes a curious piece of metal from her robe and gingerly sets it in the center of the mostly flat-topped rock. The metal is visibly old and plagued with rust and other deformities with sects having rotted away to reveal the internal construction, where it appears it was supposed to attach to something off. The pommel of an arming sword, formerly of the sword belonging to the honorable Baldwin IV.

After taking a deep breath in to steel herself and help her gather her thoughts, Qiūyuè steps around the circumference of the circle and comes to sit on her folded blanket; in a practiced set of movements she sits crosslegged and moves to lift her feet to rest atop the opposite leg before she brings her fingers to fold in her lap. After a final revision over the construction of the circle, she closes her eyes and take a firm breath in to announce:
[color=00aeef]"To the likes of the heroes, willing and able: hear me true, as a chosen of the grail."[/color] Some form of light comes to the circle although exactly how it looks is lost on her, with her eyes tightly closed.
[color=00aeef]"I declare: as a man of honor and good report, thy intentions are just and true.
"I propose: walk upon this Earth again so that I may entrust thy fate to thee.
"If thou would see my cause fit and just, then with the blessing of the holy grail, 
"follow my calling and come to me."[/color]

Despite the light growing nigh-blinding and the very nature of the ritual itself, Qiūyuè remains calm and steadfast. For her, this is her ultimate and final trial. As far as she can see, she can not falter.

[@Moonman]