Sample Entry:
And so it begins. Yet again, some foolhardy mongrel has summoned me to participate in a war that I have no interest in losing, claiming both ownership and superiority over my person without even realizing what the word means. Masters and Servants -- the world is certainly not so easily separated, and yet here we remain: forced into doing the bidding of those who cannot do it themselves, as if we, the Kings and Gods and Demons of their history were nothing more than puppets on strings.

Feh.

Will they succeed in destroying the world this time, I wonder? Or will some errant Mage yet again destroy the Grail in an effort to "save us all?"

_{[ A small, snide laugh ]}

Are you out there now, Arturia? Iskander? Are you hiding from me? Are you biding your time? Will I be forced to have to seek you out yet again in a manner more befitting a peasants than a king?

_{[ He laughs again, though this time it is a bit more gentle. ]}

Let us not be foolish, shall we? The war will be over far, far quicker if you accept your rightful places beneath my boot heels; come and face me so that we may be able to settle our differences as Kings!