Ilyasveil von einzbern stared at the man who appeared from the summoning circle. She spoke softly, and asked who he was. He stood tall, wearing jagged black armor with red streaks. On his back was an ax, glowing with runes. It was the color of the arctic night sky, and thrummed with power. The servant knelt down on one knee, lifting his head. Then he with a soft, yet booming voice, he spoke. "I am Ysmir, dragon of the north. I ask of you, are you my master?"
[POV change, Ysmir]
Heim sat on the throne of heroes, meditating on his thu,um. He had been there ever since he tried to cross the sea, in search of more adventure. How was he supposed to know it was home to an unkillable kraken! At least he died in combat, instead of drowning to death. When he woke up here instead of Sovengarde, he was curious. That was a thousand years ago however, and he had long since satisfied his curiosity. Now he just trained in everything he could. Now he could part a lake with a swing of his sword, his thu,um could push down mountains, and he finally succeeded in making an alloy of stahlrim, dragon bone and ebony. It was named telvanni steel. His new battle axe was made from it. It was a beautiful thing. Similar in shape to a stahlrim battle axe, it was a deep bluish black, with specks of white that looked like stars. He even added one of Mephala's lesser beacons in the center, which now looked like a moon. It had both a frost enchantment and a lightning one. It caused an aurora like effect to appear on the weapon, so he named it iilah zuld vulon, or moon maelstrom night. It was his masterpiece, forged in dragon fire, and cooled n his own blood.
However, since that was the last thing he had to do, he was rather bored. Suddenly he felt a tug on his soul, and he grinned. "looks like some entertainment has come by!" he said as he followed the tug to his summoner.
[POV change, Illya]
Illya looked at the servant she summoned. He had a demonic appearance, with his black and red armor, glowing with red light, and his blood red eyes and burning orange pupils. On each hip, he had a blue mace crackling with lightning. On his back was a battle axe that thrummed with power. He sat on a large chest that was bone white, and covered with strange markings, and he perched his horned helm on his knee, looking for all the world like he was sitting in his own home.
He locked eyes with Illya and smirked, showing his pointed canines. "My master seems to be rather small" he drawled.
Illya's cheeks puffed out, "don't look down on me, stupid servant!" she shouted.
"but I'm not looking down on you, I'm stating a fact. You're positively tiny."
"Anyhow, it's a little early for the grail war, don't you think? After all, that isn't supposed to happen for six months" he said.
"Indeed. Summoning you early gives us time to prepare." An old man said. "I am Jubstacheit von Einzbern. Now, what are your abilities, and what is your legend?"