EY 1912. Xohyr, Ymaryn-Gylruv Dual Monarchy.
Lord Myrn of the Xohyr branch of the Royal Mage Corporation was sitting in his office, reading the news about the new carbon emissions legislation the Conservative Party had pushed through Parliament, when his hand burned. Hissing as he dropped his coffee, he clutched his hand. Turning it over to look at the back, he blinked as he beheld the symbols that marked him as a Master in the third Grail War.
As he traced the arcane symbols, he smiled to himself.
"A wish is it?"
For a Magus, there could only be one wish, to reach the root. To know all things.
The Grail War was due to start in but two months. With his connections, he could easily summon a Servant and get to Nohon in time for the War. The only question, was who to summon? As a patriot, he could nothing else than summon one of the heroes produced by the People, but that only narrowed it down so much.
Those fools at the Clock Tower were so damn proud of being founded by Merlin. Yet it was the People who had created Alchemy, long before Merlin was even born. He could remind them of that, surely.
Yet, it was said that the strongest class of all was Saber. So perhaps it would be best to use a Servant whose legend included a sword.
As he mused, his eyes passed over the window, and he saw the field where a white cow grazed placidly.
No. That was hubris, surely. The grail summoned heroes, not gods… but Bonwyn had been a hero first hadn't he? He only ascended to godhood after he had completed his work. The Sacred Warding, a feat worthy of a god.
Inoculation in the copper age. A system that lasted multiple thousands of years until the Collapse. To be sure, a feat worthy of a god.
He shook his head.
What Catalyst did Lord Myrn choose?
[] A shard of pottery, said to have held the first alchemical reagents.
[] A black sword, said to have scarred the Sun.
[] A white cow. (Warning: Hubris)