Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25601391-20151007163914/@comment-24305856-20151008125526

Dawn was showing itself by the time a relatively large private jet entered japanese airspace. In it, about 30 passaghers could be found, but only 4 were human, and one of those humans could not be seen. The chirping of birds could be heard faintly from the cargo in the aircraft owned by Edward, a old-looking man that could only be described as "healthy" when asked about his apearance. With a rather eccentric haircurt, the man seemed to be in a good mood as his pilot gained clearance to land.

Edward was a Welsh owner of a olygarchy of farms, found both on asia, africa and europe. At least, he was so to most people. In truth, he was a magus of the clock tower in London. If one was to compare his skills as a magus to most other members with a family history like his, he was rather lackluster and his attitude was somewhat detached from the usual image of a academic magus... And yet, if one was to find an enemy to make, almost noone would choose him to be it. His methods were far too pragmatic and direct, fitting to his phisical apearance, full of muscles, even if those were closer to those of a swimmer or marathonist, rather than those of a fighter.

He was chosen by the association, or rather, by whatever this grail was, to participate in a battle. Once a strange mark had apeared on his hand, he was informed of this event, and utilizing connections he had, was capable of aquiring a piece from a museum in turkey. A single, aged arrowhead, and that was used to summon the spirit that shared the same plane that he was in. The hero of the middle east, Arash. THe airport was a number of killometers away from the city where this war would take place, so they would arive later in the afternoon. "IT would be raining by then, wouldn't it?" Mused Edward as he disembarked his plane to enter a large van. It would be strange for someone of his social status to utilizesuch vehicle, but it was his choice, and probably one of the few land transports that would allow several cages to be leaded into it. Those cages carried birds, but all of them had a unique marking on their feathers... They were familiars of the Viktor family. Especially unique was a large hawk that had a cage of it's own. IT's back had blue markings that resembled tattos made by celtic warriors, but it only shone when near it's master.

The preparations ofr housing and supplies were already taken care of, Edward would be utilizing a small villa by a cliff, just a short 15 minute drive away from town. This was not made on a whim... The legendary archer that could shoot from one side of country to the other, a man whose vision was not limited to his body, and the magus who birds flocked to. If there was a better position than overlooking the town from a distance for such a duo, he could not find it. Of course, while the grail war by all means had 'started', the church was still to allow conflict to begin, but it would be on this night. He sent a hummingbird to the chirch, signaling his arival in the city. IT soon was raining, and while there was time for his familiar to reach the church, it would take a while for it to return. That was not a powerfull enough flier to overcome such a pour, after all.