Like static that flowed thru the air and caused the hairs on peoples heads to stand, so too did the flow of magic pull the strands of fate and cause it gears to turn. With each string pulled caused a separate gear to run and so for eight times did each gear turn and with them so did their effects on the world.
Their nature may have been subtle but nonetheless, they brought an effect that could not be denied. All across the world mages felt their circuits ignite, the flow of magic becoming so abundant with each arrival that there was no way they could have ignored it.
Homunculus and magical devices were scattered in search of what had just happened and their masters could only widen in fear, not just seven but eight servants. But that was the thing six of the masters had already been chosen and three had yet to summon their servants.
Caster was the easiest to find, she seemed to not care if someone saw her using her magic. A berserker that lived for the thrill of battle was the next one, archer was by far more shuttle yet he to could be found easily due to his strange manner of dressing.
Rider a young boy with a massive machine that looked like a giant robot was now up and about, Saver stuck out like a sour thumb as her old medical style of dress made people turn to look her way and finally there were the other two a magic user that looked straight out of a child's storybook and a young girl that seemed as if she belongs in school, due to her school uniform.
No doubt an assassin class and an avenger class.
But who was the eighth servant and more importantly where was it and its master?
None the less the alarm had been set off and the Grail war had begun, it was time for the players to take up their positions and with them their servants.