It was a warm summer night in Redrock. The streets were not empty, but the people on them were sparse. While it was not a small town, it was not an enormous city, either. It was a location that straddled the line between town and city, and therefore the nightlife was also a reflection of this. Some people were out on the streets, and yet many remained in their homes. This night was ideal for the beginning. There were many locations in which someone who desired to remain unseen could inhabit. The forest outside of Redrock. The burnt-out remains of the Rickert mansion in the North, left as a monument to the tragic deaths that had occurred there. The unseen catacombs beneath the city that were as old as the nation. For tonight was the beginning of something that the relatively peaceful town of Redrock had never before encountered. Tonight would be the beginning of a battle that had once thought to have been silenced, but was no longer.
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
She had prepared in advance.
The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.
She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.
Her Servant.
She had summoned him two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned him, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long he stayed corporeal.
For there was, truly, no question of her victory.
Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.
"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.
Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.
"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"
With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.
It was time.
"Lancer," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"
Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.
@RolePlayerRoxas@Rin@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Drifting Pollen@KoL@CrystalApple
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. There were already some who had registered as such.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
She had prepared in advance.
The last remaining member of the Varianbec family, their homunculus heir, had prepared a great deal for this night. It could be said that this night was part of the reason for her existence. At the moment, the small, tan-skinned girl was in the bath. It was a bit of routine before she would embark on her next mission. That mission was a simple one, and it was one that the girl with silvery hair had absolute confidence in her ability to fulfill.
She would crush the enemy masters. She would ensure their Servants were destroyed. To Estelle Varianbec, this was almost a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't simply due to her capabilities as a magus, though those were, of course, quite considerable. Estelle felt she could effortlessly outdo almost any other mage who would be participating. Why ever would she believe anything else? But no, as she emerged from the water, her maids quickly hurrying to dry her off and clothe her, her mind went to her true weapon. Her victory.
Her Servant.
She had summoned him two weeks prior, her catalyst performing its function perfectly. It had been obtained for her by her family, who had left it behind for just this purpose. Wherever they had disappeared to, Estelle was thankful for the gift. When she had summoned him, the weight on her mana supply was tangible, but did not greatly impact her vast stores of magical energy. She would be able to operate at full capacity quite easily regardless of how long he stayed corporeal.
For there was, truly, no question of her victory.
Her last item of clothing, a large bow, was secured on her neck.
"Do be careful, Lady Varianbec," implored one of her many maids, bowing to her as she left the baths.
Naturally, Estelle felt such concern was simply unnecessary.
"You shouldn't worry," she said, brightly, "The only ones in danger are the enemy. I'm sure I'll crush someone tonight!"
With a cheery laugh, Estelle proceeded out of the room.
It was time.
"Lancer," she began, "Are you ready to destroy them all?"
Tonight, the Holy Grail War would begin.
@RolePlayerRoxas@Rin@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Drifting Pollen@KoL@CrystalApple
